Warnings: Swearing

Backstory: Each of the Avengers have wings, unique to themselves. Everyone who joins the Avengers sprouts wings within a couple weeks. Peter, being a sort-of Avenger, wakes up to figure this out. Post-Homecoming, May doesn't know about his identity, no Infinity War

Each of the Avengers had wings.
Tony had metallic ruby-red wings, edged with gold, and a wingspan of ten feet. They were flashy and obnoxious, just like him, but they were fast and sleek like his suit.
Steve had the wings of a bald eagle, flecks of red, white, and blue mixed among the cocoa-brown. His wingspan was nearly fifteen feet, and he had the second-biggest wingspan of the entire team.
Clint had the wings of a red-tailed hawk. Only eight feet when spread, they were the smallest of anyone, but he was the fastest.
Natasha had wings like a raven's; black, shining, and beautiful. Her wingspan was eleven feet, and her wingbeats were almost completely silent when she flew.
Bruce had wings similar to a pigeon's; grey, flecked with white and silver, and only ten feet in length. When he became Hulk, his wings disappeared, retracting into his back until he returned to his normal self.
Thor had the wings of a golden eagle, feathers actually gold. His wingspan was seventeen feet, huge compared to everyone else, and gleamed in any sort of light.
Over time, as new people joined the Avengers, they sprouted wings. Rhodey had wings like an eagle, but a deep green. Vision had shimmery humming-bird wings, the color of the mind stone. Sam had metallic silver wings with red patches, the shape of a peregrine falcon. Bucky had one deep blue wing, on his right side, but his left wing was metal, like his arm. T'Challa gained wings like a crow, deep black with purple markings across his feathers. Wanda had wings like a robin's, brown mixed with red and shimmering with her powers.
Every one knew that Avengers were the one with wings.

Peter woke up with a weight on top of him.
Heaving himself to his feet, he dragged his body over to his mirror, yawning ad he reached for a pair of jeans and his usual sweater. After a bit of stretching due to his tight back muscles, he sleepily pulled on his jeans.
Looking up, Peter froze.
He slowly reached out and touched the mirror, eyes wide as he stared at himself. At the beginnings of wings that were poking out of his back.
Peter gawked, shirtless. Then he twisted, trying to see the wings. Some feathers were red, others blue, and each had small black lines like spiderwebs.
Within seconds, he dove for his phone and slammed his finger down on his speed dial.
Tony picked up after two rings. Before he could speak, Peter switched the call to a FaceTime and spun his phone around to show himself in the mirror.
Neither of them spoke, Peter holding the camera over his shoulder so that Tony could see the beginnings of wings poking from his shoulder blades, and Tony staring openly.
"What's happening?" Peter managed to whisper, eyes wide. "Why am I getting wings?"
Tony cleared his throat, and Peter moved his phone to watch his mentor's expressions. "I-I think that since you, uh, fought with us in Germany, and the incident with the Vulture, you're like an Avenger, so your wings started, um, developing." He swallowed nervously. "I'll... I'll have to make some... adjustements to your suit."
Peter's phone beeped, alerting him of the time. "Mr. Stark, how do I hide them?! I have school in twenty minutes and I can't let anyone know about this!"
After a second, Tony said, "put on your web shooters. Have your A.I. heat up your body and tell your aunt you're sick. Wings take an average of three days to fully come in once they emerge, so fake being sick for a day and I'll pick you up tomorrow and 'take you to school', and you can come chill at the compound for the rest of the time."
Leaving his phone propped up on his desk, Peter went and put on his web shooters. Immediately, warmth spread to his body, and he pulled on the biggest t-shirt he owned. "Thanks, Mr. Stark," he told the hero.
The man managed a grin. "No problem, kid."
They hung up, and Peter unlocked his door before crawling back into bed. He put on his best 'I'm sick' face and weakly called, "May?"

Peter woke up on the third day with his full wingspan sprawled out across his room.
They looked like classic angel wings, like you would see in a movie or a comic book. His wings stretched nine feet in length, the top feathers shades of shimmery blue and the longer ones a vibrant strawberry red. Tiny black lines crossed each other like little spiderwebs on each feather, and speckled randomly were small black spiders.
Peter stood in front of his mirror, watching as he slowly figured out how to fold and spread his wings. Carefully, he got one of his baggy sweaters and cut two slits in the back. After a couple minutes of being tangled in it, he got his head and arms through the right holes. Then he managed to shove his wings into the slits and they poofed out the back. Peter smoothed out his ruffled feathers and fixed his jeans. Grabbing his bag, suit, web shooters, and a bagel, Peter rushed for the door.
"ByeMayHaveAGoodDayLoveYou!" He yelled, and ran for the stairwell before anyone could stop him.
Luckily, it was empty, so Peter took the steps three at a time as he headed for the roof. When he got there, he adjusted his backpack to rest between his wings and put on his web shooters.
Peter expiramented while he ate his bagel. Flapping his wings hard helped his feet rise off the ground, but he tired quickly. When he drove his wings down hard and slowly, that was easier and less exhausting.
He wiped his hands on his pants before he stepped back from the edge of the roof. If he fell, he had his web shooters.
Okay.
Peter inhaled, and began running.
As his feet hit the roof, his wings slammed up and down, nearly touching overhead when he raised them and narrowly brushing the ground when he shoved down. Peter pumped his arms and legs, and leapt off the edge of his apartment building.
For a heart-stopping moment, Peter began to fall. Eyes wide in panic, he strained, beating his wings and readying his web shooters.
Then he shot into the air.
Peter yelled in glee as he rushed upwards, higher and higher. Wind whipped through his hair and feathers, and below, people and cars grew smaller.
He got high enough that he could just maintain his height with the occasional flap. The sun was bright, and he angled himself towards his high school.
Once Peter got within a couple blocks of it, he decided to just go for it.
He folded his wings and dove.
Peter whooped as he bulleted towards the ground, laughing as he caught the attention of multiple people on the ground. His enhanced senses were able to allow him to see them gawking and pointing as he dove.
Probably fifty feet from the ground, Peter snapped open his wings. A gasp of pain was ripped from his mouth as they caught the wind and his fall was jerked to a glide. After a moment, he adjusted, and allowed himself to fall a bit.
When he was about to hit the grass, Peter realized he didn't know how to land.
"STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP-!" He shrieked, flapping his wings as fast as he could, but it was too late. Peter slammed into the football field.
He tumbled a few feet, grass, dirt, and feathers thrown everywhere, leaving a small impact crater as he rolled to a halt.
Peter lay there, on his back, wings spread out and limbs sprawled, as his chest heaved. He could see the blue sky and clouds overhead.
A feather floated down and landed on his nose. He sneezed just as people reached him.
"Oh my god!"
"What the hell?!"
"Is that Peter Parker?!"
Students were talking over each other, staring down at him in shock. Ned shoved his way through and froze as he spotted his friend.
"Peter?!" Ned yelped.
With a sheepish grin, Peter reached out a dirt-covered hand. "Any help?"
Ned hoisted Peter to his feet, still staring at the wings. Peter stretched said wings and folded them as best he could, before he started trying to get as much dirt off of him as he could.
Blinking, he readjusted his backpack and marched off. Everyone trailed after him, jaws on the floor and eyes wide.
Peter ignored them.

A/N: Okay, so this was a piece I wrote last year based on fanart of the Avengers (and Peter and Shuri) with wings. I was like WOAH COOL and here we are. Not sure I'll continue this, prolly not, but just a short little drabble I did.