Spiderman stood on the roof across the street from the old Avengers tower looking down at the red and gold armor leaning against the wall. Occasionally it would pace as if the man inside had been waiting ten years rather than the one that he had. The human spider could hear the voice floating from the tin can. It was full of annoyance.

"Any sign of the kid yet, Friday?"

"Yes sir, Spiderman is on the roof across the street from you. He has been standing there for five minutes."

The metal head swiveled in his direction before a hand lifted and waved him forward. "Now or never," he said to himself before shooting a web and swinging down to land in front of the older man.

"You're late," were the first words that had been exchanged between them.

"Technically, I never said when I would be back. I said I have something to do first. I never said how long I was gonna be."

The helmet stared down at him and Spiderman could picture the scientist glaring at him from behind it. Somehow it didn't hold as much heat as if he were actually staring at him. "Nobody likes a smart ass."

"Really? Why do I have a feeling that nobody likes you very much," Spiderman said innocently.

"You got spunk kid, I'll give you that," he said with what sounded like a hint of laughter in his voice. Spiderman smiles from behind his mask. "Let's go before the cap sends the calvary out."

"Wait, if I do this, I have some conditions."

"Judging by how quick you changed your tune when you saw that folder, I don't think you're in a position to be demanding things."

He's right. The very thought of the folder made him swallow. It's clear the scientist didn't know what was in the folder. Play it cool, Parker, he thought as he lifted his shoulders.

"That's fine. I'll just be on my way," Spiderman started to turn but a hand grabbed him.

"Fine. Just save the terms and conditions for the team. I don't really care. Interested, yes. Caring, no."

Yanking his arm away, Spiderman nodded. "First condition, stop grabbing on me."

"I'm not letting you escape on my watch so they can blame me for something else."

"Who's they? The Avengers?"

A hand waved in the air as if his comment didn't mean anything. "Let's go, can't keep everyone waiting."

Shaking his head, Spiderman backed up. "Not until you agree to my first condition."

The metal head tilted slightly as it studied the younger boy. Silence wrapped around them as they stared at each other. Neither speaking, neither backing down from their staring contest, no matter how bad the boy under the mask wanted to.

"Deal. As long as you don't run off," the man bargained. Spiderman stood staring at the other man for a while before nodding.

"Deal."

"Good, now let's go."

Iron Man held out his arms causing the younger boy to frown. "What?"

"I need to carry you. Your webs only go but so fast and we need to get started immediately," he explained as if he were explaining that the sky is blue. Spiderman nodded with hesitation as the metal pulled him into his arms. Shifting him, Iron Man almost took flight but suddenly had the urge to ask a question.

"Are you comfortable?"

When he didn't receive an answer, he looked down at the boy who was looking up to the sky. Following his gaze, he found nothing.

"What are you looking at?"

Spiderman didn't respond. He just continued staring up at the object above him. Every part of his being wanted to look away but he couldn't. For just above him attached to the building was a giant white A.

"Kid."

Spiderman looked away and looked at the metal face and nodded. The man inside the suit grunted before mumbling something and allowing for the suit to take flight.


Walking into the lobby area at the Avengers compound is a dream come true. Especially for Peter Parker. His eyes widened under the mask as he took everything in. An excited giggle escaped his lips before he could stop it.

Tony Stark stood next to him, now free from his suit. Staring at him with once again curiosity. Raising an eyebrow, he waited for his companion to say something. Anything that can give him a clue as to what that noise was about.

"This. Is. Cool." Peter whispered.

Tony smirked as he started walking, motioning for Peter to follow. After one more glance around, at the high windows and glaring lights, he rushed to catch up. Tony stood at a door waiting patiently for him to come to a stop at his side.

"I have alerted the rest of the team to your arrival," a voice said. Peter jumped slightly before looking around for the source of the noise or any threat that may come about.

"Relax. That's Friday. She's my AI," Tony explained with a simple wave of his hand before pointing to the ceiling. To him, hearing the voice was normal but to fifteen year old Peter Parker, it was anything but. He looked at the ceiling.

"Say hi to Spiderman, Friday," Tony instructed.

"Hello Spiderman."

"Uh-hi."

"Come on, it's rude to keep people waiting," Tony grumbled as he looked down at his phone. They walked through another door that lead to what looked like a lounge area. The rest of the Avengers sat on the sofa looking at the tv. When Tony and Peter walked through all eyes fell on them and the tv went black.

Looking at Tony to ask a question, Peter opened his mouth but stopped and watched as Tony who was still looking at his phone, ran into a wall.

"Shit," he yelled as he backed up and dropped the phone.

"Language."

Tony turned and looked around as if he was just realizing where he was. Turning to Peter he gave him a small frown. "You could have warned me."

"I thought you would have common sense enough to put your phone down when walking."

A snort filled the room as Hawkeye stared at them. A smile stretched across his face. "Tony doesn't have much common sense."

Peter nodded as he looked around the room. The entire area looked like something straight out of a magazine. Fancy furniture and rugs. A big screen TV mounted on the wall. High ceilings with fancy lights hanging from them. Clean floors as well.

"We figured you might be more comfortable here rather than at S.H.I.E.L.D, and by we I mean them," Hawkeye said as he waved a hand at the rest of the team.

"It's fine," Peter said quietly even though every part of his being relaxed.

"Good, have a seat. Apparently the kid has some conditions he wants to discuss before helping us," Tony informed them as he walked through a doorway. He emerged moments later with a glass in his hands. The contents of the glass contained a dark color liquid. He walked over and plopped down between the Black Widow and War Machine.

"What conditions are these?" Black Widow asked with furrowed eyebrows.

Everyone sat down except Spiderman who stood in his same spot by the door. "The kid said he has a few conditions that we have to follow before he helps us," Tony explained as he took a sip. All eyes landed back on the red, black and blue suit.

"Okay, let's hear it," War Machine said.

Peter opened his mouth but the words died on his tongue. His mouth suddenly went dry as if he hadn't drank anything for years. His eyes roamed the room taking it all in. All the Avengers sat staring at him, waiting for him to begin. Black Widow and Hawkeye shared a glance before looking back at him and it was times like this when Peter was glad he wore a mask.

"Any day now, kid."

Peter closed his mouth once more before opening it, ready to sprout off his conditions but something different came out. "I have a name."

Tony raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, what's your name?"

"Spiderman."

A snort left the man's mouth. "Okay Spiderman, any day now."

"Okay, um-first condition is I'm allowed to come and go as I please. No-"

"This is the second condition. Remember, you already told me the first condition which was no grabbing you."

"Tony, let the boy speak," Captain America said in what appears to be annoyance.

"I'm just saying," the scientist said with a shrug before flipping open his phone.

"Right, okay- um, as Mr. Stark said, my first condition is no grabbing on me. No grabbing my arms or pulling me unless it's a life or death emergency. Second, I'm allowed to come and go as I please. No following me, no tailing me, no tracking me or anything. I have places to go and having you guys come along will only draw unwanted attention."

"We can do that," War Machine said with a nod.

"Thirdly, I'm allowed to keep my mask on. There's a reason I wear it. I don't want people knowing who I am."

"We understand," Hawkeye said seriously.

"Fourthly, no trying to figure out who I am."

"Hold on, I can't agree to that," Tony said as he looked up from his phone.

"Why not? It's a simple request," Black Widow snorted as a small smile tugged at the corner of her Mouth.

"You mean to tell me that you don't want to know who he is? Besides my natural curiosity, what about the kids parents? What are we going to tell them?"

"Since when do you care about-"

Tony shot a look at the Captain before looking at Spiderman. "If I don't know who you are, then how am I going to figure out what S.H.I.E.L.D has on you?"

"Fifthly, no trying to figure out what S.H.I.E.L.D has on me."

A pout smack Tony right in the face. "You just made that up."

"It's a condition," Peter said with a smirk.

"It's fine, we agree to all of them," Captain America said firmly before looking at Tony.

"Not fair," the man huffed.

"Anything else, short stack?" Hawkeye asked.

Peter took a couple of moments to think before shaking his head no.

"Alright, all long as your honesty with us, then we will follow your conditions."

"Oh! I almost forgot, I have one more."

"You said that was all," Black Widow said evenly as her eyes burned through Peter's mask.

"It's not really a condition, more of a statement." She waved her hand for him to continue, "I will help you find Peter but you have to prove to me that your intentions are good."

"What does that mean?"

"It means prove to me that you aren't going to harm him and I will help you find him."

"I don't like that at all," a voice said from across the room. All heads turned to see Nick Fury walking calmly into the room.

Peter's spidey senses started tingling, granted it was a little too late but they started nonetheless.

"Director Fury, what can we do for you?" Captain America asked as he stood.

"I'm head to talk to Spiderman, in private."