Deep in a laboratory, a lone man walked into a dark room. He was well built, and wearing a plain white shirt, and sweat pants. A lone light came on, which made the brown haired man shield his dark brown eyes.

A speaker buzzed to life, a woman on the other end. "Subject 001, Codename, Stinger. Are you ready, Mister Gargan?"

"Yeah, whatever," Mac said. "If it gets me outta jail, then I'm ready."

A large capsule popped out of the floor next to him, making him jump back slightly in surprise. A door slid open on it.

"Please step into the pod," the voice directed him.

"Uh, what exactly is this, anyway?" Mac asked.

"Please step into the pod, Mister Gargan," the voice repeated, not setting the crook at ease in the slightest.

"Alright..." he reluctantly agreed, knowing that if these people could get him out of prison, they could surely put him back in. He slowly made his way into the pod, the door closing on him.

Suddenly, he felt something pierce into his back. "Wait, wha-?"

"Putting on the suit," the woman said.

"Wait, no, please!" Gargan pleaded, as his entire body started erupting with pain. "NOOOOOOOOO!"

"Yes, I took him out of the school."

Peter, now in his civilian clothes, looked at Tony Stark across from him. They were both inside the Quinjet, as Tony had set it to autopilot to talk to the young teenager's school.

"Well, I chose him as the intern. I was going to tell you, but then a giant idiot in a rhino costume attacked your school," he said into his cellphone.

Peter twiddled his thumbs, feeling a little awkward. To recap, one of the most powerful heroes on the planet found out his secret identity, and now he was in a super jet while a multi-millionaire argued with his principal.

It's official. He's gone insane.

"Are you seriously trying to say that I was wrong in saving a young boy's life?" Tony asked, not impressed with Principal Beck.

Peter raised an eyebrow, as Tony shrugged. "That's right, I saved him. Poor kid almost got trampled. He was pretty shaken up, so I figured he'd feel better if he hung out with his hero for a while," Tony explained, making Peter glare at him. "Uh huh. Yep. Alright. Thank you!" Tony emphasized, before hanging up.

"You saved me?" Peter incredulously asked.

"Uh, who stopped him from squishing your head?" Tony argued.

"Who stopped him from squishing your armor?" Peter shot back.

Tony smirked, before nodding his head in slight agreement. Peter looked out the window, to see Stark Tower coming into view. He stared wide eyed as the jet descended and landed in the flight bay.

"Welcome to my slightly more than humble abode," Stark told him, as the two made their way off the jet. The millionaire led Peter out of the flight bay, and into an elevator. It rose up, before dinging and opening to the living area.

The two walked out, as Peter looked around in awe. The spacious room just screamed wealth and style, something which Peter, growing up with a lower middle-class family in Queens, wasn't use to.

"Want a drink?" Tony asked, as he made his way over to the bar in his large living room.

"Uh, I'm 16, you know," Peter said, as he watched Tony pour himself a glass of whiskey.

"I wasn't offering you an alcoholic drink!" Tony explained, taking a sip of his liquor. "I meant a soda. I'm not that irresponsible."

Peter was still a bit on edge. "Uh, sure. Got any Root Beer?"

"JARVIS!" Tony called.

"Yes, sir?" The AI answered, making Peter look around in confusion.

"Bring out the mini fridge," he ordered.

"Right away, sir," JARVIS said, as he obediently had the small fridge pop out of the wall near Stark. He then promptly opened it, grabbed a can of soda, and threw it towards the teenager, who caught it.

"Was that your computer AI system?" Peter asked, as he just looked at his can in wonderment.

"Oh, JARVIS?" Tony asked. "Yep. Probably my best creation. How'd you hear about him?"

"I read about him in Science Monthly. Apparently you had him interfaced in your Iron Man armor too?" Peter asked, before opening his root beer. It fizzed over slightly.

"So you really are a science guy," Tony stated, as he walked over to Peter. "I thought you just said that to butter me up."

"Nope, grade A nerd, right here."

Tony seemed to consider this. He then sat down at a bar stool, and motioned for Peter to sit next to him. The teenager complied.

"So, tell me," Tony started. "How'd you get your powers?"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, well, I was on this field trip, to this lab, and a uh, spider, bit me."

Tony stared at him quietly for a moment.

"What?" Peter asked.

"You're kidding, right?" Tony asked, incredulously.

"Nope."

"A spider bite gave you powers."

"The spider was radioactive."

"Yeah, that makes everything ok," Tony sarcastically stated. "Anyway, you're Spider-Man now."

"Yep. It gave me all of my powers. Except for the webs. I made those myself."

That grabbed Tony's interest. "Really? You made them yourself?"

Peter nodded. "I just mixed a couple of easy to get chemicals together, and voila, webs."

Tony looked impressed. "So you're a chemist?" He asked.

"I also tinker with certain things. I mean, I had to make something to shoot the webs, you know?" Peter said.

Tony just looked at the young man. "You and I are going to get along just fine," he stated.

Peter frowned. "Look, I can't tell you how cool this whole thing is, but we have to get something straight. I don't like people knowing who I am. You can't tell anyone else who I am. Not the Avengers, not your best friend, no one. Ok?"

Tony shrugged. "Fair enough," he answered, as he got out of his seat, and started walking towards a drawer of his. He opened it up, and started searching for something.

The door to the room suddenly opened, as Pepper walked through, looking at something on a tablet she was holding. "Tony, where did you store the files for-"

She went quiet when she looked up, and saw Peter sitting there. Not sure what to do, he awkwardly waved. "Uh, hi."

She then looked towards Tony, who was still searching for whatever he was looking for. "Tony, who is this?"

Tony kept looking. "Oh, him? That's Spider-Man."

Peter's mouth gaped opened, as he held his arms out in exasperation. "Dude!" He cried.

"Sorry, but she's my girlfriend. Kinda have to tell her everything. Don't worry though, she can keep a secret."

Peter crossed his arms, and frowned. "Fine, whatever," he huffed.

Pepper sighed. "Tony, why did you bother this poor kid?"

"I thought he was cool!" Tony defended, still searching. "Besides, I'm giving him an internship, so it's fine."

Pepper shook her head, before turning back to Peter. "Well, I'm Pepper Potts, nice to meet you," she said, holding out her hand.

Peter shook it. "Peter Parker."

"Here it is!" Tony exclaimed, before pulling what looked like a credit card.

"Wow, you just met me and you're already letting me spend your money?" Peter joked.

Tony rolled his eyes. "You wish. This is a communication card. Keep it on you, and we'll use it to keep in touch," he explained, before handing the boy the card.

"So, uh, what happens now?" Peter asked.

"Now, you come here every night at 5. You're my intern, so you're going to be, you know, interning." Tony then chuckled. "A superhero intern. Gotta love life, huh?"

"Sorry, I kinda blanked out after the words,'superhero intern'," Peter stated.

Tony smirked. "Just be here at five, smartass. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with my lady."

"Yes, he does," Pepper confirmed. "After I get finished yelling at him for breaking into a high schooler's life."

Tony nervously smiled. "Uh, yeah. After that. Bye kid."

Peter snickered to himself. "Bye," he said, as he left. On his way out, he heard the bickering of the two lovebirds.

Suddenly, he remembered the fact that he hadn't been to the Daily Bugle in a while. Maybe it was time to make a visit.

Where was he?

He couldn't remember where he was. Everything was so blurry. He...

What is he wearing? What is this? He-He can't get it off. Why can't he get it off? Who did this to him? Who could...

He needs help. This...thing. Whatever this is. It hurts. It hurts so much. He needs it off. Off of him. This was a mistake.

A mistake? What did he do? He can't remember, he needs someone.

Stark. He needs Stark. Wait, who was Stark? Stark was Stark.

And he'll get him. By God he'll get him.

Peter walked into the Daily Bugle's publishing floor, to see the hustle and bustle of journalists. Writers, editors, and everyone in-between were frantically moving around, trying their best to get the next edition of the paper out.

Peter wasn't phased. He was use to this by now. He walked up to the paper's resident secretary, Betty Brant.

The young brunette woman was on the phone, apparently on hold, when she noticed the teenager approaching her desk. "Hey Pete," she greeted with a smile. "Jolly Jonah's in his office. And he's been waiting for you."

"Uh oh," Peter said with a small smile. "Is it bad?"

"AAAAAARGH!" He heard a man yell from the back.

Betty nodded. "It's bad."

"Great, thanks Betty," he said, before walking towards Jonah's office.

Once inside, he saw the familiar face of J. Jonah Jameson, smoking a cigar, vein bulging out of his forehead. He was arguing with Robbie Robertson, as per usual. The fighting stopped however, when Jameson laid eyes on Peter.

"Well well well! If it ain't the laziest photographer in town!" Jonah greeted, with his usual demeanor.

"Hi Mr. Jameson," Peter greeted back, before looking towards the city editor. "Hey Robbie."

"Hey kid," Robbie greeted warmly.

"Don't 'hey kid' him!" Jonah erupted. "Where the hell have you been kid? Milan? I'm running a paper here! And you're not getting me the pictures I want!"

"It's ok," Peter said, as he reached into his pocket, "I got them right here."

He pulled out some photographs, and handed them to the editor in chief. He sorted through them, seeing picture after picture of Spider-Man. He smiled to himself. "Good work. Robbie, here's your headline. 'Spider-Man: Terror on Webs!' Catchy, ain't it?"

Peter inwardly sighed. Some things never change. "So...about my paycheck..."

"Huh?" JJJ grunted. "Oh, right. Talk to Brant, she has something for you."

With that, Peter walked out of the office, and went to Betty's desk. She had an envelope on it, which she urged him to take. With a smile, he did, and made his way towards the stairs, to leave.

Suddenly, he felt something in his pocket vibrate. He pulled out the object, to show it was the communication card, flashing red. Peter stared at it, confused, when the card started showing an image. It was showing where the distress signal was coming from.

Peter looked at the image. It almost looked like...

"Avengers Tower..." he mumbled to himself.

The elevator opened up, as Peter quickly made his way out of the building, and into an alleyway.

Tony needs help. And only Spider-Man can do it.