By morning aunt Petunia had already left for work without saying anything and Hermione sat on the floor deep into homework.
Hermione didn't say much, she mostly kept an eye on him and seemed to follow him around whenever he was home.
When he wasn't home, he fought and caught criminals, random criminals and super villains alike.
"That's a cool suit", Harry said while dodging blasts. "If you were pretending to be a cushion. Oh, oh I got a great name for you mate; the Cushioner."
"Shut the hell up kid! It's Shocker!" yelled the villain dressed up in an ugly yellow and brown costume which had to be homemade.
"I'm the Shocker, I shock people!" Harry mocked. "What is this, prowrestling?"
When he got home that evening, he found Hermione nervously staring out the window, but not waiting for him.
She hardly showed any emotion or seemed to be present. Dinner that day was awkward. Aunt Petunia didn't say a word, she did however keep giving Harry glances that were clearly judging him.
Hermione kept poking her food, not eating a lot of it. Harry left the table angry how unbelievably childish his aunt acted. Who had to fight off the intruder? Him!
The next day went about the same except the clouds were grey and poured down rain. More people than usual were being attacked on the streets today, he captured some looney calling himself 'Magneto'.
At home he managed to squeeze in some homework – then dinner. More judging looks from aunt Petunia. And Hermione with her head in the clouds.
Come the day after that, Harry started hitting the thugs a bit harder. He didn't notice it at first but when one of them were grasping their twisted arm screaming in pain, he had no choice but to drop him off at the nearest hospital.
The nurses shook their heads at the web head, staring him down with that same judging look aunt Petunia gave him.
"Dursley is right", he heard one of them whisper. "Menace."
The days kept going like that until a week had passed. Aunt Petunia still didn't talk to him, but she had started talking with Hermione who slowly started to get out of whatever existential crisis she refused to talk about. A week and Harry's temper was boiling and the world kept getting darker.
It was like his temper affected everything else.
Just as he got back home, he stumbled through the window cursing quietly to himself. As he was throwing off his suit, Hermione came into his room.
She raised her eyebrows staring at him standing there in nothing but his underwear and mask, but quickly walked up to him and put her arms around his neck.
This definitely was the strangest time of his life, he thought to himself.
She wrapped her body around him, looking longingly into his eyes, smirking while struggling not to laugh. "Can Spider-Man come out to play?"
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "I was just changing out of my costume!"
She made sure to not let him forget that one.
Dinner had become so awkward now that Harry just took his plate and went into his room and he didn't bother to try talking to aunt Petunia.
One very cold Saturday though after a lot of strange things and attacks happening all over London, Harry decided he was sick of living like this.
In his full suit, he stomped into the kitchen where aunt Petunia stood with the dishes. Hermione stared at him where she sat at the table in mid-conversation with aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia slowly turned around as she noticed what Hermione looked at. She tilted her head backwards a bit, crossing her arms and scoffing, looking amused.
"I'm fed up with this", he pointed accusingly at aunt Petunia. "Alright? I'm not putting up with you acting like I don't exist."
"Oh, so you're a big scary man now, dressed up like a lunatic in front of your own aunt", scoffed aunt Petunia.
"Because you won't talk to me otherwise!" he started to pace back and forth. "I know you hated my mom and dad and you hated taking me inbut guess what, we're stuck together. At least until the end of July, then the spell that protects me is gone and you'll be rid of me."
Aunt Petunia didn't say a word, she just kept looking at him.
Harry clenched his jaw behind the mask. "You hate me because when you look at me you see my father, but I am not my father! My father was a prick and a bully until he changed - like you and me both changed thanks to Sirius!"
Hermione looked alarming at him. Aunt Petunia kept listening like she was watching a very interesting program on the television.
"He told me something important. Taught me a lesson, really; with great power comes great responsibility. Those are the words Sirius told me as I watched him die."
Aunt Petunia gave a little chuckle and quickly swiped away a few tears.
"So, either accept who I am and what I do or I'll leave! I'm sorry alright, for keeping secrets but I did it because otherwise my enemies would hurt you. It already happened once and I'm not letting it happen again", he sighed and shook his head in frustration; this was a lost cause. "I'm done trying to convince you."
Unexpectedly, Petunia walked to him and put her hands on his shoulders.
Aunt Petunia looked at him teary-eyed. Fuming, he stared right back at her.
"Harry…", she sobbed. "Harry, I'm sorry. For all of the things I've said and not said. Me and Sirius never had children – it wasn't for us but taking you in changed me. I've raised and fed you, a-and helped you with your homework when you were little. I remember how excited you were to go for your first year at Hogwarts, how scared I was the night of at that moronic tournament. As far as I'm aware, you're my boy. And I'm proud of you."
Harry felt his eyes getting wet and he had trouble seeing, especially through the mask so he pulled off it off and dropped it on the ground. Petunia pulled him in for a hug. He didn't know if he was crying because she was crying or the other way around.
Soon enough he felt Hermione joining in on the hug.
Then he heard a loud boom and everything shook like the building was being bulldozed, scaring them all out of the moment. The windows were blasted, scattering glass all over and Harry tried his best to shield both of them and himself while pulling them all under the kitchen table.
Hermione drew her wand.
"What is going on?" she yelled as the explosions continued outside or wherever they came from.
She looked frightened at Harry.
"What is that?" cried Petunia.
Harry thought that maybe that lunatic he had stopped today, threatening to blow up the Buckingham Palace had somehow broken out. But that person was a joke, a pretender calling himself for "Grey Goblin". There had been no bomb just a very deluded man in a cheap suit believing what he said.
Petunia looked at Harry with a very distressed facial expression. He hesitated.
Another boom shook the building, knocking things over and shaking the lamps. Harry's and Hermione's eyes met and without thinking straight, he grabbed and kissed her.
"You know what to do", he told her and picked up her wand she had dropped and placed it in her hand. "If I'm not back soon you get out of here."
He gave Petunia a hug and proceeded to get out under the table and put on his mask. He looked down where they hid under the table.
He knew Hermione could more than handle herself, but Petunia couldn't exactly use magic.
"Go to Sirius' old place, don't get split up", and with those words he threw himself out of the broken window, down towards what looked like full-on war.
Rays and blasts lit up the street, explosions and screaming echoed through the air. His spider-sense told him of at least a hundred things going on at the same time, it was hard to focus and made all noise muffled and almost incomprehensible.
His communicator turned on.
"Hey kid, there's a situation! Radars are lightning up like a freaking Christmas tree over here, and all sort of guys are showing up for the celebrations!"
Tony Stark.
"Yeah, I noticed!" Harry swung towards where his spider-sense told him the biggest threat was. "What is going on? Is it another God of mischief incident?"
As he was swinging something prompted him to look to his side. As he passed the window of a building, he saw for just a second his own face unmasked. "What the…?"
"No! Just get to the bridge!" said Tony.
"Which one?" he landed on a tall building, looking over the river Thames.
"I don't know! I don't live here. The big one going over Thames!"
Harry heard the sound of thunder crackling, looked up and saw a strange blue electricity filling the entire sky. And ominous laughing reached his ears.
For a moment he got terrible flashbacks to his fight with the Goblins. But they were all locked up or turned back to normal.
"We're out numbered here, kid! Kid!", Tony's muffled voice screamed in his ear. "For God's sake… Spider-Man, just look at the bright light in the sky!"
Harry snapped out of it as soon as he saw a crimson red flare shooting towards the sky and set off towards it.
Author's end notes: Exciting, yes? Possibly? You want to know something funny? Originally, I wasn't planning on ending the chapter with a big conflict but man did I get inspired by watching Spider-Man No Way Home. This comment will be completely redundant when that movie is old news.