"Any News?"

Norman Osborn was at his desk in his private office, sorting through some files on his personal computer, as he looked up to see his government acquaintance.

"Not yet, Mister Toomes," Norman stated, getting back to his work. The older man frowned, as he walked up towards the CEO, and sat down in the chair across from him.

"How long has it been since you've deployed him?" Adrian asked.

"You know how long it's been. Or are you going senile, old man?" Osborn casually asked, not at all interested in the conversation.

"Show some respect!" Toomes bellowed. "I'm only asking for the report. If something goes wrong this time, I need to know all the facts so I can...redistribute them."

"Nothing will go wrong," Osborn reassured.

"Gargan proved otherwise," Toomes retorted.

Osborn looked up from his work, to give the old man an icy stare. He leaned forward, clasping both his hands together. "This will be nothing like Gargan. Marko is in full control of himself, and didn't show any changes to his mental state when we tested him. Now, do not question me again."

Toomes raised an eyebrow at the man, before shrugging him off. "Osborn, remember who my superiors are. They will not take too kindly to threats," he warned.

"That's the main difference between us, Toomes. I don't have superiors. Now, get out of my sight. I have work to do."

With that, Osborn focused back on his computer, as Toomes simmered in his seat. After a moment, he got up, and left the office, furious.

"Come on, please?"

"No, Peter."

It was another day at Midtown High, as Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy were walking side by side, talking about one of the more serious problems the young brunette was facing.

"Please! Harry won't talk to me," the teenager pleaded.

"Do you really think he'd want to talk to me about you?" The blonde asked, as the two continued down the halls of the school, books in hand.

"I...well, no, but...ugh, he won't give me a chance! He walks away whenever I get close!" Peter complained.

"It sounds like you just need to give him some time," Gwen said.

"But-"

"No Pete, that's exactly what you need to do," Gwen told him. "Just give him time. He'll calm down eventually."

Peter sighed. "I hope so," he told her. He still felt really bad for standing his friends up at the movies a few days back, and really wanted to make it up to Harry, who took it the hardest.

The two teenagers entered the science classroom, which was already filled with students. The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class, but the teacher had not arrived yet. Peter and Gwen took a seat at one of the lab tables close to the front.

After a few minutes of excited chatter from the students, the teacher finally arrived, wearing a white lab coat, a black shirt, and brown slacks. One of his sleeves were rolled up, showing his missing arm.

"Hello, Class," Doctor Curt Connors greeted, as he immediately grabbed a piece of chalk and started writing on the board at the front of the classroom. "I apologize for being late, I was caught up in a meeting. So, today we will be learning about the magnetic charges of protons, neutrons, and electrons, and how changing these can have adverse effects on the atoms they make up."

Peter paid close attention, as this was his favorite class of the day. Not a lot of people appreciated it, but Doctor Connors gave his lessons in incredible detail, letting Peter learn new things about subjects he was already well versed in.

His attention was ripped away from the teacher when a spitball hit him in the back of the head, making him flinch. He slowly removed it from his hair, as he and Gwen turned around, glares on their faces, to see Flash Thompson and Kenny Kong laughing to themselves, a straw in Flash's hand.

"Mister Thompson!" Connors called, looking right at the jock.

The smirk on Flash's face disappeared, as he slowly lowered the straw. "Uh, yes doc?"

The one armed doctor gave his student an incredulous look. "Spitballs? Really?"

"I, uh, I don't know-"

"Ah, save it," Connors told him. "Meet me after school today, young man." With that, he turned back around and continued writing on the board. "Anyway, protons are positive, with a charge of plus one."

Peter and Gwen turned back to the front of the class, completely interested.

Iron Man soared high above the city, the sun reflecting off his armor as he enjoyed his day off. He didn't have any business meetings, any Avengers meetings, and no superhero responsibilities for the day. He decided to just take a flight throughout Manhattan, and just relax.

"Tony?" Steve chirped in his ear over the com-link.

Aw, crap.

"What is it, Fossil Man?" The billionaire asked. "I'm busy not being busy."

"There's a disturbance near your position," Cap told him. "The feed's a little fuzzy, but it sounds like Museum of Science and History is being robbed."

"Oh, great, I was worried they were redecorating."

"Don't be glib."

"Did you just say glib?"

"Stark!"

"Alright, I'm going," Tony relented, as he quickly zoomed to where the crime was taking place. He arrived at the scene, landing amongst a sea of police cars that had already responded. The front doors to the museum were broken down, as Iron Man walked up the flight of stairs leading to it.

"Hello?" He called. "Bad guys? Hello?" About halfway up the stairs, he saw a silhouette in the doorway. "There you are. Look, I was having a really nice day not doing anything, so if we could skip the part where I kick your-"

He was interrupted by the sudden impact of a pair of feet hitting him in the face, making him crash down the flight of stairs and land at the bottom. The assailant landed behind the armored avenger, who quickly recovered.

"Ok, not cool," Tony complained, as he turned around to see a surprising figure. "What the-?"

He saw Spider-Man, crouched to the floor, an expensive vase in his hands.

"Kid?" Tony asked, only to have the web head fly at him in response. "Whoa! Kid!" He exclaimed, as he fired a repulsor blast at him, which he merely dodged. "What're you doing?! You're suppose to be one of the good guys!"

Spider-Man then landed a hard punch to Iron Man's helmet, knocking the shellhead down to the ground, and making him lose his bearings as the wall crawler jumped away, quickly going out of sight.

Tony was able to regain his surroundings, as he soon flied up into the air, scanning the area around him for his supposed friend. However, there was no sign of him. "Dammit!" He cursed, not being able to believe what just happened. "Cap?" He asked.

"Tony?" Cap chirped in his helmet. "Status. Did you get the robbers?"

Tony went quiet for a moment.

"Tony?"

"Call Peter. Something weird's going on."

The bell rang, making the students rise out of their seats, and start to file out of the class as the school day ended.

"Remember students," Connors said loudly, trying to get to them over their noisy chatter. "There will be a job fair in the auditorium for the rest of the week. I highly recommend you attend!"

Peter and Gwen walked side by side out of the classroom. "Goodbye Doctor Connors!" Peter called.

"Goodbye Mister Parker, Miss Stacy," he called back, a smile on his face. The smile quickly disappeared when Flash walked up to him, hesitant, and knowing he was in trouble.

Peter and Gwen walked out into the hallway, to see Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson walking on the other side of the hallway, talking to each other.

"Hey!" Peter called, earning their attention. Harry got a deep frown on his face, as he turned and stormed off away from his friends. Mary Jane looked at Peter and gave him an apologetic shrug, as she turned and quickly followed the male redhead.

Gwen adjusted the glasses she was wearing. "Wow, you weren't kidding," she stated.

"Yeah, I don't tend to do that when people are mad at me," Peter responded, rubbing the back of his neck.

She sighed. "He'll get over it Peter," she said, as she gently touched his shoulder. "I promise."

Peter shyly nodded, not really believing her, when a beeping sound suddenly came from his pocket, taking the two by surprise.

"What is that?" Gwen asked.

Peter thought for a second, before realizing what it was. "Uh, it's my phone. Look, I really need to get going, I'll see ya soon!" He quickly told her, as he quickly ran out of the school, leaving his friend confused.

After he got a good amount of distance between them, he reached into his pocket, to pull out the Avengers Communication card.

"We need to talk," Captain America's voice said, gravely emitting from the technology.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "That's probably not good."