Peter Parker is an average kid living in Queens. But one day on a school trip he experienced how it feels to have powers of a spider. Nobody knows he was behind all those things posted on YouTube. He was known as Spider-man.

- Hey, May – said Peter getting home from school with his earphones in.

- Mm. Hey. How was school today? – his aunt asked.

- Okay. This crazy car parked outside… – said and suddenly saw someone sitting on the couch with his aunt.

- Oh, Mr. Parker – said that mysterious person was known as Tony Stark.

- Um… What- What are you doing…? Hey! Uh, I'm-I'm-I'm Peter – He was a little confused, but he handled the situation quite good.

- Tony – introduced himself.

- What are… What are you - What are you - What are you doing here? – He was quite surprised, and he couldn't even say a normal sentence.

- It's about time we met. You've been getting my e-mails, right? – answered Tony.

- Yeah. Yeah – Peter agreed.

- Right?

- Regarding the… – He still didn't understand what it was all about.

- You didn't tell me about the grant – His aunt made it clear for him that something isn't right, but he played his role.

- About the grant – He tried to seem it like he has forgotten it or just wanted to keep it as a secret.

- The September Foundation – Tony made it clearer that it's just a roleplay and it has nothing to do with any foundations, but he was still playing 'cause he knew that person wanted to do something with him. He is Tony Stark after all.

- Right – he agreed.

- Yeah. Remember when you applied? – Mr. Stark started to play his role deeper.

- Yeah – he still agreed. What happened to him?

- I approved, so now we're in business – Tony seemed like he knows how to lie.

- You didn't tell me anything. What's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now? – not just his aunt but Peter himself was surprised by this.

- Why, I just, I just… I just know how much you love surprises, so I thought I would let you know… wh… Anyway, what did I apply for? – he started questioning to get to know all about this game.

- That's what I'm here to hash out – Tony seemed like he can handle this.

- Okay. Hash, hash out, okay.

- It's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt – he tried to switch the topic so Peter could be less stare.

- Yeah, well, we come in all shapes and sizes, you know?

- This walnut date loaf is exceptional – Tony really knows how to lie.

- Let me just stop you there – Peter now really thought it's not a game actually, just an itty-bitty lie.

- Yeah?

- Is this grant, like, got money involved or whatever? No? – he asked.

- Yeah.

- Yeah? – Peter was surprised by the response.

- It's pretty well funded – he cleared himself.

- Wow.

- Look who you're talking to. Can I have 5 minutes with him? – Tony asked May that he can have time to speak with the kid about those videos.

- Sure – his aunt agreed. Then they got in the room and Tony closed the door.

- As walnut date loaves go, that wasn't bad – Tony spitted the bite then noticed Peter's collection of old computers. – Whoa, what do we have here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?

- Uh, the garbage, actually – the guy wasn't really comfortable with this topic.

- You're a dumpster diver – Tony claimed.

- Yeah, I was… Anyway, look, um, I definitely did not apply for your grant – Tony knew it and he interrupted him.

- Ah-ah! Me first.

- Okay.

- Quick question of the rhetorical variety. That's you, right? – he asked showing videos with his phone.

- Um, no. What do you? What do you mean? – he knew it was him, but he didn't want Mr. Stark to know about it.

- Yeah. Look at you go. Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills – he stated with a very amazed tone.

- That's all- That's all on YouTube, though, right? I mean, that's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer – he tried to cover his story, but Tony wasn't stupid.

- Mm-Hmm.

- It's like that video. What is it?

- Yeah yeah yeah yeah… Oh you mean like those UFOs over Phoenix? – he was searching, to be exact, he searched for a secret door.

- Exactly.

- Oh, what have we here? – And he found it.

- Uh… That's a…

- So. You're the… Spider… ling. Crime-fighting Spider… You're Spider-Boy? – He tried to guess his name with not many successes.

- S… Spider-Man – Peter said it shily.

- Not in that onesie, you're not – he picked up the costume and started observing it.

- It's not a onesie. I don't believe this. I was actually having a real good day today, you know, Mr. Stark. Didn't miss my train, this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there and… Algebra test. Nailed it! – he tried to describe his full perfect day but now it's not.

- Who else knows? Anybody? – he interested.

- Nobody.

- Not even your… unusually attractive aunt?

- No. No, no. No, no. If she knew, she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out. – freaked out.

- You know what I think is really cool? This webbing. That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that? – he picked up one of those and throve it to Peter who caught it before it hit anything

- I did.

- Climbing the walls, how you doing that? Cohesive gloves?

- It's a long story. I was uh…

- Lordy! Can you even see in these? – asked Tony while he was trying to look through the glasses on the spider-man suit.

- Yes. Yes, I can! I can. I can-I can see in those. Okay? It's just that… when whatever happened, happened… it's like my senses have been dialled to 11. There's way too much input, so… they just kinda help me focus – he tried to shorten his story.

- You're in dire need of an upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom. 100-point restoration. That's why I'm here. Why you doing this? I gotta know. What's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning? – he asked.

- Because… Because I've been me my whole life, and I've had these powers for 6 months.

- Mm-Hm.

- I read books; I build computers… And-And yeah. I would love to play football. But I couldn't then so I shouldn't now – he explained.

- Sure, because you're different.

- Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not. When you can do the things that I can, but you don't… and then the bad things happen… they happen because of you.

- So, you wanna look out for the little guy. You wanna do your part? Make the world a better place, all that, right?

- Yeah. Yeah just looking out… for the little guy. That's-That's what it is.

- I'm gonna sit here, so you move the leg – he said, and Peter took off his leg from the bed and Tony sat there. – You got a passport? – Tony was now in business.

- Uh, no. I don't even have a driver's license.

- You ever been to Germany? – Even more in the business.

- No.

- Oh, you'll love it.

- I can't go to Germany! – he stated.

- Why?

- I got… homework.

- I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that.

- I'm-I'm being serious! I can't just drop out of school!

- Might be a little dangerous. Better tell Aunt Hottie I'm taking you on a field trip – he was about to tell her, but Peter webbed him to the door.

- Don't tell Aunt May – he stated in a very serious voice.

- Alright, Spider-Man – he knew he should have not do that. – Get me out of this.

- Sorry, I'll get the…

*Somewhere in Europe*

A women-like shape of person walked out of the darkness with dark clothes and a black hoodie on. When she looked up, her forest green eyes have sparkled in the dark.

- So that's how things work. Then, I should do it myself!