It was a late night in the penthouse of Norman Osborn, as the weather was slowly thawing New York city. It was March, and the temperature was warming up by the day, as the snow that was covering the city was only now visible in patches.

Stormin Norman himself was walking around the halls of his home, as he talked to his secretary over the phone. "No, I want to reschedule his appointment for next week. I'm going to be busy. I don't care if he wants to make a deal with us, he needs us, we don't need him."

Norman walked into his living room, to see his son Harry on the couch, working on his homework. It appeared that the red headed teenager was struggling, as he tapped his pencil against his head in frustration.

Norman blinked at the scene, before going back to his conversation. "If he complains, tell him that there's nothing you can do. Either he waits for next week, or he doesn't. I couldn't really care less, to be honest. Also, talk to the scientists working on Project Burning Gold, tell them to put that on hold, and to complete extra scans on the...formula. They'll know what to do."

"Uh...dad...?" Harry asked in slight trepidation, not entirely comfortable with what he was about to do.

Norman gave his son a questioning look, as he put the phone slightly away from his ear.

"Can you...uh...help me with my homework?" The red head asked.

Norman sighed deeply, before he put the phone back against his head. "I'll call you back," he told his secretary, before hanging up. He then looked at his son, his eyes half closed, disinterested. "What?" He asked, unenthusiastic.

"I'm having trouble with my chemistry, and I figured, that's your specialty, so..."

"Where's Peter?" Norman asked. "He's a bright boy. I'm sure he'd love to help you."

Harry rubbed the back of his head. "Well, uh, we're...actually not talking right now. I'm kinda mad at him right now."

Norman's eyes widened up. "What!?" He asked, angry. "That boy is the best thing that's happened to you! God knows you wouldn't be able to pass school without him!"

Harry slumped slightly. "Dad, I can get A's and B's on my own."

Norman rolled his eyes. "A's and B's. This is why you aren't going to go anywhere in your life. You're an underachiever. Peter is going to be the valedictorian, and move on to any job he wants, while you live off my dollar. All because you can't use the resources around you properly."

Harry stared at his dad in resentment, his mind stinging from Norman's words. "I just wanted help with my homework."

Norman gave him a steely gaze, before he started to leave the room. "If you want help, call Peter. Otherwise, you better figure it out."

With that, Norman went back to his business, as he pulled his phone back out while he left. Harry stared at where his father was for a few moments, before turning back to his homework, even more frustrated than he was before.

"Stick and Move, Peter! Stick and Move!"

Spider-Man was dodging attack after attack from Black Widow, as the former assassin threw quick kicks and strikes towards him. Peter kept looking for a chance to get a hit in, but even with his spider speed, the femme fatale was just too fast.

Peter had asked Captain America for another training session. And he got one. Just not the way he was expecting. Or strictly against who he thought he'd be facing off with.

Black Widow connected with a boot to the head, knocking Peter for a loop, as he kept trying to dodge attacks. She had a much better understanding on pressure points and weak spots on the human body than he did, making her a formidable opponent, even with his powers.

He felt his spider sense tingle, as he looked to see a shield flying straight towards his face. He leaned back, barely dodging it, before shooting a web at it to grab it. While still ducking attacks from Natasha, he threw the shield towards her, forcing her to jump over it, where he was able to catch her with a upwards kick to her gut.

She fell to the ground, the air knocked out of her, as Spidey turned to see Captain America charging towards him, continuing the barrage of attacks as Peter quickly dodged them. Spider-Man then flipped over Cap, who was able to grab Peter's leg and throw him down to the ground. Peter then caught himself on the floor, hopping back to his feet, and connecting with a solid punch to Steve's chest, knocking the American Icon back.

"Steve!" Natasha called, throwing the shield back towards him. Cap caught it, and used it to block a flying kick from Peter, who instead just bounced off the shield. Peter landed a few feet away, and was ready to keep sparring, when a loud buzz filled the air, stopping everyone in there tracks as they covered their ears.

The three looked up to the control room, and through the glass, could see Tony Stark, giving his stupid smirk. "Sorry to interrupt," he said through the speaker. "Well, actually, I'm not, but I need to talk to Webs down there for a second."

Steve sighed, as Peter took off his mask. The living fossil looked at the brunette, before getting a small smile on his face. "Good work, Peter," he said. "You're really starting to improve."

"Thanks, Cap," he said, before turning to Natasha. "Thanks for helping out, too. Even though I'm pretty sure you just did this to hurt me."

Black Widow gave a scoff, as she smirked. "I just like seeing what you got. Maybe someday you could beat me in a fight."

"I could totally beat you in a fight!" Peter told her.

"Uh huh," she dismissed. "How about you go see what Moneybucks wants."

"Heh. Moneybucks," Peter mumbled to himself, as he left the training room.

Steve walked over to a chair in the corner of the room, and picked up a water bottle that was sitting on it. He took a big gulp, as he wiped off some sweat from his brow. "That's the first time in a while that I actually got tired."

Natasha silently nodded. "He's something else. Good thing he's on our side. For now."

Steve froze for a second, before he turned towards his teammate. "What is that suppose to mean?" He asked, dead serious.

Natasha looked at him. "This fake Spider-Man is worrying me. Peter is already viewed as a public menace. What if this faker pushes him to actually become one."

"That's nonsense," Cap told her. "Peter's a good kid. He wouldn't do that, no matter what."

"Are you sure?" She asked, concerned. "I'm surprised that he hasn't done it yet, but he's young. Inexperienced. A teenager. He's a melting pot for making bad decisions."

"But he hasn't."

"He's a bullied kid with a dead uncle and an aunt who struggles with paying the bills. I don't know how strong he is to keep going the hero route."

"Natasha, of all people, you should be the most understanding of Peter," Steve said, softly. "How many people didn't trust you when you changed?"

Natasha stared at him, quiet. She clicked her tongue. "I like Parker. But we both know I have plenty reason to be suspicious."

"I know."

"So don't judge me, until you know I'm proven wrong," she told him, as she left the training room, leaving Steve in contemplation.

Adrian Toomes used to be a government agent.

He used to serve his country, give his impressive mind to lesser intellectuals to complete projects that could help the general public. They then sent him to do it once more, to give the army more impressive weapons to defend themselves in a big, scary world that was only getting bigger and scarier. They sent him to Oscorp.

They sent him to Norman Osborn.

Then they kicked him to the curb. Believed Osborn's lies. Disregarded all the good that Toomes has tried to do. They should of treated him as their superior! Someone of vast importance. Instead they treated him like a common employee who needed to be fired.

All because of Osborn.

Toomes kept tinkering with his flight suit. Very soon, he will become vengeance.

Peter and Tony walked towards the lab, as Peter was curious about what Tony wanted to see him for.

"Can you please just tell me?" He asked.

"Nope," Tony stated. "It's a surprise."

"Like that 'surprise' you gave Hawkeye?" Peter asked.

"That wasn't so bad."

"You gave him trick arrows that exploded when he touched them."

"He didn't get hurt!" Tony defended, as the two made their way to the lab. "Well, seriously, at least."

"Tony, just...come on..."

"Nope!" Tony enthusiastically denied. "Trust me, you'll like it."

Peter huffed, annoyed. After a few more moments, the two finally arrived.

"Peter," The billionaire started, hand on the door. "Say 'hi' to some old friends."

Peter raised an eyebrow, as Tony opened the doors, to reveal some of Earth's greatest heroes.

"The Fantastic Four?" Peter gasped, as the first family of heroes looked at the door, all happy in seeing their old friend. Mister Fantastic, Reed Richards, was creating something with the spare parts in Tony's lab, as Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman, sat next to him. Ben Grimm, the Thing, looked at Peter with caring, blue eyes, while he held Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, in his grasp for a noogie.

"Hello, Peter," Reed warmly greeted, as he stretched over to him, from across the room. "How have you been?"

"I've been fine, Reed," Peter said, shaking his hand and giving him a big smile. He then turned towards the Invisible Woman. "And how are you, Sue?"

"I'm fine, Peter," she said, as she walked over to the teenager, alongside Thing and Human Torch.

"Hiya Squirt!" Ben welcomed, as he clamped a large, rocky hand on Peter's shoulder. "It's nice ta see ya again."

"Hey Pete!" Johnny excitedly exclaimed. "It's been awhile. Last time we saw you, the Shocker was giving you a handful."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. Herman's still in jail though, so don't worry. Where have you guys been?"

"We were in space," Reed explained, having gone back to tinkering with his gadget. "The Skrulls had sent a super soldier of theirs to attack us. We had to find the source of it and stop it."

"Oh, is that all?" Peter joked. "I thought you guys took a vacation to Rome."

"That actually sounds pretty sweet," Johnny commented, as Ben nodded in agreement.

Tony cleared his throat, tired of feeling like a third wheel. "Uh, I know I'm ruining the moment here, but I'm a little curious on why these guys know you're Spider-Man."

Peter rubbed the back of his head, awkwardly. "Uh, it's kind of a funny story."

"I love laughing," Tony said, deadpanned.

Johnny gave his regular arrogant smirk, as he stood next to his slightly younger friend. "He found out that we were your friends, and he tried to brag that he knew your secret identity."

"I thought you were really protective of it!" Tony said, a little hurt.

"He didn't tell us on purpose, if that makes ya feel better," Thing stated. "The kid got his mask torn off by one of Reed's inventions."

"I had to take photos of Reed for the Bugle," Peter explained. "So when it happened, they all knew who I was. Luckily, we all got along. Except for Johnny. Because he's an idiot."

"I plead the forth," Johnny joked.

"Fifth," Ben corrected, annoyed.

"Whatever," Johnny said, making Ben facepalm.

"The good news is, we were able to fix HERBIE after that," Reed stated, pleased with himself.

"HERBIE?" Tony asked.

"He's a robot servant that Reed invented," Sue told him. "Cooks, cleans, stores data files. Kind of like JARVIS in physical form."

"Oh no," Peter mumbled to himself, knowing that wouldn't go over so well.

"JARVIS in physical form?" Tony repeated. "That's awfully big praise for some boring robot."

Reed looked up from his experimenting, to give a look towards Tony. "HERBIE is far more than just a 'boring' robot," he explained. "He's a computerized companion."

"So is my Roomba, but I haven't used that in five years," Tony quipped, as Reed rolled his eyes.

"Anyway!" Peter loudly interrupted. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Tony and I are collaborating on a project," Reed explained, as he went back to working. "Sue is here to assist, and Ben and Johnny wanted to meet Captain America."

"He's super cool!" The hot headed blonde stated.

"He's awesome!" Ben agreed with his young friend.

Peter nodded his head. "Ok, not going to lie, I see the guy everyday...but he is really cool."

Tony rolled his eyes. "If you say so, kid. How about you go and...I don't know...do something. I need to focus on this with Rubber Band Man over here."

"Sure. See you guys later!" Peter said, as he left the lab.

"Bye Pete!" Johnny called, as the rest of the Fantastic Four gave him a wave goodbye.

Peter had to admit. It was cool having superhero friends. Really cool.

Deadpool waited on a building across from Avengers Tower, a sniper rifle in his hands, as he watched through the scope.

"Okay hotshot. I'm tired of just sitting around, and I am in the mood for some murder! Some pew pews, a few bang bangs, and maybe even a couple of choppy choppys. That's all I want. But I can't do that, until you FREAKING SHOW UP!"

As if on cue, Spider-Man popped out of the tower, jumping off the balcony and swinging away.

"There you are. Now just wait until you're far enough from Avengers Tower, and..."

Deadpool pulled the trigger.

"Bang."