Police cars covered the shore, as officers consoled and saw to the multiple civilians that the Avengers got out of the now destroyed Coney Island. News vans and the like arrived at the scene, as reporters started to interview the slightly distressed bystanders, some happy that the Avengers saved them, others upset that the amusement park had to be destroyed, but all happy that the Sandman was stopped.

On the other side of the shore, away from the view of the public, the Avengers were meeting back up, with the ones who were stuck in the water swimming back to land, soaking wet. Captain America took off his helmet, water pouring out of it, as he shook his head slightly to dry it. "Is everyone alright?" He asked.

Ant-Man shook out his legs, as he opened his mask. "I think there's a fish in my suit."

Hawkeye cracked his neck, a bit sore. "Well, that's done with. I'm gonna go home, take a nap, eat a sandwich, take a nap."

"You said take a nap twice," Scott pointed out.

"I really want a nap," he stated, as Black Widow rolled her eyes.

Scarlet Witch looked up to the sky, happy. "Look!" She called to the others, as she pointed up, as the others saw Iron Man, War Machine, and the Vision fly towards them.

Steve squinted his eyes, as he saw Tony carrying Spider-Man in his arms, his costume visibly damaged. Concerned, he jogged over to where Iron Man landed, as Peter got to his feet, being slightly held up by Tony. "What happened?"

"Kid had a Ferris wheel fall on him," Iron Man said.

"I'm fine," Peter told the two Avengers, who looked at him in skepticism.

"Peter, you don't have to prove anything," Steve told him.

"I'm fine! Really. I've had worse, trust me," the teenager told him, as he took a couple of stiff steps away from Iron Man, who was trying to hold him up.

Tony opened his faceplate. "So, looks like I can check 'fight a giant sand guy' off my bucket list."

Steve rolled his eyes, before a thought came to him. "What did you do with Marko?"

"They heated him up into a stone," Peter explained, as Tony nodded.

Steve furrowed his brow. "So, where is he now?"

"With me," a voice stated, making the three turn towards the source, to see Nick Fury himself, walking up to them, a scowl on his face. Peter would of said that he was angry with them, but that was his normal look.

"Fury," Steve greeted, formally.

"At ease, soldier. SHIELD can take it from here. Provided your team doesn't blow any other beloved New York landmarks to smithereens," he said, looking dead at Stark with his good eye.

The billionaire simply shrugged. "You gotta do what you gotta do."

Fury just stared at him for a few minutes. "I suppose so. I also suppose that Stark Industries will foot the bill to rebuild Coney Island."

"Of course. As long as I can put my name on one of the rides."

"No."

"Awww," Tony groaned, disappointed.

The director of SHIELD then looked at the young hero next to him, as he stared hard at the bedraggled looking web head in front of him. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Peter looked at the older man, surprised. "Uh, ok, I mean, I'm a little sore, but, ok."

Fury went silent, unnerving the wall crawler slightly. Fury closed his eye, as if considering something, before opening it back up and turning back towards Captain America. "A few of my agents will be taking Marko to the Raft. I suggest you tell your boys to clear out as well. Who knows how the media is going to spin this."

Steve nodded, as Fury turned away, and started walking over to a few of his agents, lead by a black haired woman with a serious expression on her face.

"Sir," Maria Hill started, as she walked alongside Fury away from the Avengers. "I don't understand. Why didn't you tell Parker about his parents?"

Fury looked slightly over his shoulder at the heroes, before he pulled a manila folder out from his trench coat. "Now's not the right time," he stated, as he stared intently at the HYDRA logo emblazed on the file.

Meanwhile, the Avengers were trying to gather themselves, as Peter stretched, cracking his back slightly. "Ow!" He complained. "God, I'm never going near a Ferris wheel again. Or a regular wheel. Or the movie "Ferris Bueller's Day Off."

Ant-Man walked up to him, a shocked expression on his face. "You love that movie too?!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Peter told him. "It's like, my favorite 80's movie! Well, was, at least."

"Aw man, we totally need to have a movie night or something!" Scott said. "Hey, how about we trade phone numbers?"

Peter awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. "I'd love to, but, uh, secret identity and all-"

"Oh, right," Scott said, embarrassed. "Well, uh, maybe I could use the communication card, or-"

"Lang, if you use that card for anything other than official Avengers business, you're going to have to report to me," Cap threatened.

Scott gave a dejected frown. "But Stark uses it all the time!" He said.

"Lang..." Steve warned.

"Fine, ok, sorry. Um..."

"I hang out at Avengers Tower a lot," Peter told him. "Maybe you could show up when I'm there?"

Scott got a big smile on his face. "Dude! Yeah, great idea! We could watch movies or play video games or something."

"Yeah!" Peter agreed, before sticking his fist out. "Bug Bros!"

Scott's eyes lit up at the awesome name. "Bug Bros!" He happily exclaimed, giving Spidey a fistbump.

Natasha walked over to them, as she shook her head in annoyance. "Scott, you're 30."

"28," he corrected.

"Whatever," she sighed, as she walked back over to Barton, as the Avengers started walking away.

Peter, still next to Tony and Steve, suddenly realized something. "Crap!" He exclaimed in panic. "Harry, MJ, and Gwen are probably still looking for me!"

Tony started snickering to himself, earning a confused look from Steve and a slight glare from Spidey.

"What?" The brunette asked.

"Gwen..." the billionaire said knowingly.

"Ugh. Don't start."

"Hey, if you ever need any dating advice-"

"Tony-"

"I'd be happy to-"

"Tony-"

"Be of service to my young intern-"

"Tony!" Peter scolded, only earning an amused chuckle from the two older heroes. "It isn't like that! We're just friends."

"Oh come on," Tony chided. "She's pretty! You can't tell me you haven't thought about it before."

Peter could feel his face heating up under his mask. "Well...uh...I mean..."

Tony smirked. "I'll tell you what, if you ever need a few dollars for a date, you come to me. Deal?"

Peter suddenly had another realization. "Crap! I still owe her money!"

Tony scrunched up his face. "What?"

"She paid for my ticket."

Steve put his face in his hands. "Oh kid..."

"Even Forever Alone over here knows you don't do that," Tony said, pointed his thumb at the American Icon."

"I had to help my aunt with the bills!" Peter defended.

"Alright, alright, how much do you owe her?" Tony asked.

Peter scratched his head. "Twenty bucks."

Tony opened up a compartment in his suit, and pulled out a wad of dollar bills. He pulled out a twenty, and handed it to his intern. "Here."

Peter took it, and looked at it in disbelief. "You have money in your Iron Man armor?" He asked, flabbergasted.

Tony nonchalantly shrugged. "Wouldn't you?"

After a moment of consideration, Peter gave a slight nod in agreement, before walking away, leaving the two Avengers by themselves.

"So," Tony started. "What now?"

Steve shrugged. "Star Wars?" He asked, as the two started walking off the shore.

"I thought you didn't like it?" Tony teased.

"Eh, it's starting to grow on me."

"OSBORN!"

Adrian Toomes, panicking, stormed towards the CEO's office, hearing the news about Marko. Various media outlets were covering the story, and everyone's looking for someone to blame.

"Marko's all over the news!" He exclaimed, as he opened up the doors leading to the office. "He-"

The old man cut himself off, when he saw Norman sitting at his desk, joined by various government agents that were standing around his office.

"There he is," Norman stated, emotionless. "That's your man."

"Osborn?" Toomes asked. "What is this?"

"Agent Toomes," one of the men spoke up. "As of this moment you are stripped of your rank, and fired from the United States Government."

"What!?" Adrian gasped. "What for!?"

"For creating the Sandman," another agent stated. "You're lucky you're not being court marshalled."

"Sandman?" He asked. "I didn't mean for that to happen!"

"We have evidence to believe that you created him, and other similar human weapons, with an intent of malice."

"Osborn was the one who made them!" Toomes defended. "I simply oversaw proceedings when possible. Which wasn't often thanks to this bastard!"

Norman chuckled slightly. "Please Toomes, don't blame me for your pathetic mistakes. I gave you the technology, you decided what to do with it. The second you realized what was happening, you tried to cover your tracks."

"Preposterous!" The old man spat. "What proof do you have that-"

Norman clicked a button, as a recording began to play. "I'm only asking for the report. If something goes wrong this time, I need to know the facts so I can...redistribute them." Toomes' voice played over the speaker.

The agents stared hard at Toomes, who had his mouth agape in horror. "Please, believe me! That was taken out of context! Osborn's lying to you! He did this!"

"Save it, Toomes," one of the agents growled. "You no longer work for us. You're no longer an agent. You are, for all intents and purposes, blacklisted from the government. We will not speak to you, mention you, or acknowledge you ever again. You will be free to live the rest of your life as a normal civilian, and if you ask me, that is more than you deserve. Now, follow us, while we remove you from the premises."

"Thank you, gentlemen," Norman cooly added, a devilish smirk on his face, as he knew exactly what he had done.

"Osborn!" The old man yelled, as he was being pushed out of the room. "You'll pay for this! I swear! You'll pay!"

The agents threw him out of the room, and eventually dragged him out of the building, leaving him outside in the night, alone in the parking lot of Oscorp. Adrian looked up at the building, as he cursed and swore at it in his head. He was going to get his revenge, no doubt about it. He just had to figure out a way to do it.

"Excuse me, Mister Toomes?"

He turned, to see a young man with an Oscorp uniform on, with a large white truck behind him. "Yes?" Toomes asked, curious.

"The prototype for the flight suit just came in. Do you know where it's suppose to go?" The man asked.

Toomes got an evil grin, as an idea came to his head. "Why, yes. Just leave it with me, and I'll take it exactly where it needs to be."

"Uh, maybe I should just hang onto it until Mister Osborn-"

Toomes suddenly reached into his suit jacket, and pulled out his standard issue pistol, pointing it at the young man and terrifying him in the process. "Today's not the day to test me, boy. You're going to do what I say, and you're going to do it fast. Got it?"

"Y-yes sir," the man said, his hands in the air.

Toomes smirked at the boy. "Good."

On the outskirts of the city, a SHIELD truck was driving along the empty road, making their way to the Raft. Knowing exactly what was in the back of the truck, the two agents inside were trying to hurry along.

Suddenly, a large object came flying in from the brush on the side of the road, crashing into the side of the truck and knocking it onto the shoulder of the abandoned street. The agents inside were trying to get their bearings back, as they both suffered from a bit of whiplash.

"What the hell!?" One exclaimed, as a few bolts of lightning suddenly hit the two guards, knocking them out.

Outside the back of the truck, a pair of claws cut out an opening, showing the frozen statue of Flint Marko, completely still. A pair of metal tentacles reached in, and gingerly grabbed it, carefully taking him out.

"Yes..." Doctor Octopus said, as he was flanked by Rhino, Scorpion, and Electro. "He'll make a fine addition."

"Are you gonna be able to unfreeze him?" Scorpion asked.

"I assisted you with your suit, didn't I?" Otto asked. "Getting Marko here back to his former glory will be nothing more than a minor inconvenience."

The group of villains left, devious plans going through their heads.

Gwen, MJ, and Harry were searching around the large crowds of disheveled people, as they tried to find their friend. They were separated from Peter when Sandman attacked, and were desperate to find out if he was alright.

"Guys!" A voice called to them, as they turned to see Peter stiffly run up to them, a few bruises on his face.

"Peter!" Gwen happily exclaimed, as she wrapped her friend in a huge hug.

"Ow! Sore, sore," Peter quickly told her, as he felt pain flood through him from the contact. She quickly recoiled, guilty.

"Uh, sorry," she shyly said.

"It's ok. Are you guys alright?" He asked.

"We're fine, Pete," Harry warmly said.

"What happened to you, Tiger?" Mary Jane asked, as she stared at the brunette's battered face.

"I, uh, got stuck under a snack booth. Mister Stark got me out from under there," he lied, feeling a little bad for having to do so.

"Well, we're just glad you're ok," Harry said, as he put an arm around Peter's shoulder.

"Oh!" Peter then dug the twenty bucks that he owed Gwen from out of his pocket. "Here you go. Mister Stark wanted me to give this to you."

Harry furrowed his brow. "What is that?"

Peter looked up at his slightly taller friend. "The money I owed Gwen. I didn't have enough to buy a ticket, so-"

"Wait," Harry said, as he unwrapped his arm from Peter's shoulders. "You had Gwen pay for you?"

"It isn't a big deal," Gwen tried to defend, "It's just-"

"It's just nothing!" Harry exclaimed. "He wanted us to come to Coney Island, and he couldn't even pay for himself!? How selfish is that!?"

Peter sadly frowned. "But I-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Harry roared. "That's it, Pete. We're through." Harry then stormed off, furious, leaving a confused Gwen and MJ, and a sullen Peter.

"I had to pay some bills for my aunt..." he sadly mumbled, as Gwen and Mary Jane tried to consul him.

Peter took a deep sigh, as he tried to accept that this was his life. Family would always interfere with friends, school would always interfere with work, and Spider-Man would always interfere with everything. There was nothing he could do to change that, so he just tried his best to accept it.

Even though he hates every part of it.