A/N: Hey everyone! Honestly, I'm kind of surprised of how fast I was able to get this chapter out, but I had an unexpected break from other stuff, so I was able to work on this! It's a little bit shorter than the last few chapters, but I think it flows better like this.

On another note, I had a thought yesterday that kinda stuck with me. I have been on this site for a while now, and other than the stuff to create stories and to follow/favorite random artists/stories that I find and like, I have no real idea how certain things work. I don't know if there are better ways to share my stories, or if there's a better way to find stuff that I would like. So if you know any cool tips and tricks about that stuff, or about the site in general, I would greatly appreciate it. Also, depending on the reviews, I might start replying to them. Don't be offended if I don't reply to yours, it doesn't mean I hate your review or anything, it just means I either wasn't able to get to it, or don't want to accidentally spoil story ideas.

Hope you enjoy!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...what?"

It was early in the morning at Avengers Tower, as Peter was standing in the living area, dressed in his Spider-Man costume sans mask, talking to Tony Stark, who cleaned himself up and looks a lot like his old self again. Natasha was in a chair, reading a book, and Clint was sitting on the couch, playing a video game.

"I said the Avengers are going away for a while," Tony stated. "Cap found some Hydra base in Australia that might be up to something bad. Originally, I was suppose to meet Rogers over there to decode some stuff he found, but..."

"You went to get me instead," Peter finished for him.

"Exactly. Steve came to make sure you were alright, and when he went back, news about him and Falcon spread, so they reinforced the base."

"Why didn't they just, you know, delete the info and move on?" Peter asked, confused.

"They probably have the data servers hardwired into the base itself," Natasha interrupted, not bothering to look up from her book. "No cloud saves, no data backups, just the original copies. That way, there isn't anyway they can be hacked from the outside. Nothing that can be stolen."

"With the reinforcements, Cap needs the rest of us to break in. We're leaving in a few hours." Tony finished explaining.

"See, that's the part I can't get," Peter said, pointing at the billionaire's face.

"What's that?"

"You said 'us'. 'We'. Which implies you," The teenager said.

Tony smirked. "Well, I think you're the one who talked about power and responsibility..."

"You're back?" Peter asked, smiling. "You're back! Iron Man is an Avenger again!"

"Calm down, kid," Tony said, chuckling.

"And you're back because of something I said! Spider-Man saves the day again!" Peter jokingly celebrated.

"Keep it up, I'm not above retiring twice out of spite," Tony chided.

Behind her book, Natasha exhaled out of her nose in amusement, making the two bickering heroes look in her direction in curiosity. "Romanoff, are you laughing at me?" Tony accused.

The red head looked up from her novel, gave Tony an amused glare, and then continued reading.

Tony threw his arms up. "Great," he started, looking at his intern. "You made the emotionless super spy laugh at me. You must be so proud."

"Well, now that you mention it..." Peter quipped.

Tony rolled his eyes. "I got some stuff to finish up in the lab before we leave," he said, as he started walking away. "While we're gone, don't get into too much trouble, ok? Take it easy for once."

"No promises," Peter said, waving at the genius. Tony smirked in response, before leaving.

"Hey Parker," Clint called, still playing his game. "You want in on this? I'm getting bored playing solo."

"Sorry, no time to kick your booty today," Peter joked, throwing his mask back on. "I just came by to say hi. I have to swing by the Bugle and beg for them not to fire me. Aunt May and I need the money."

"I still think you should just let Stark pay you," The archer said.

"No. That would be just a little too suspicious," Peter told him, checking his web shooters. "The last thing I need is someone wondering why an unpaid internship suddenly pays and put two and two together."

"Hey, it's your wallet," Clint told him.

"And his secret identity," Natasha added, sternly.

"I get it, just don't like it," Clint said, defending himself. He then paused the game, and turned around on the couch, seeing Spider-Man about to leave. "Hey, how much longer are you going to be out of school?" He asked the teenager.

Spidey tapped his chin in thought. "MJ told me that they were planning on starting back up next week. Why?"

Clint sighed, turning back to his game. "I was hoping we could have another game night with Ben and Johnny when we got back. But I'm guessing you'll be too busy now."

"Well, if it means humiliating you in Mario Kart again, I'm sure I can fit that into my schedule," Peter joked, before he exited the living room, jumping off the balcony and swinging away.

Clint laughed a bit. "Kid's a little too cocky. I am really getting bored of playing by myself though." He then looked over at the former assassin sitting near him. "Any chance you'd want to-"

"Nope."

Clint shook his head. "Don't even know why I bothered to ask."

"So in Harlem alone, a bank, a steel mill, a laundromat, a body shop, and the Chinese Restaurant have been hit by this crazy cat lady."

In the offices of the Heroes for Hire, Luke Cage was looking at a map of Harlem, as he was explaining everything to his best friend, Danny Rand, the Iron Fist, who was leaning back on his chair, balancing it on its hind legs.

"King's Wok?" Danny asked, perking up. "Are they ok? I love their chow mien."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Forget the chow mien, man," he told him. "We have to try to figure out a pattern here. We need to catch this girl."

"Why?" Danny asked. "Did someone hire us?"

Cage shook his head. "Nah. This is gonna be pro bono. If every other business in Harlem gets robbed, a lot of things can go wrong."

"Like they shut down and ruin the neighborhood," Danny said, trying to figure this stuff out.

"Right," Luke agreed, looking at the map, rubbing his bearded chin. "Or..."

"Or?"

"Or there's some shady shit going down," Luke answered, narrowing his eyes.

"Parker! Where in the hell were you!?"

Reporters, analysts, opinion panelists, and editors were all hustling around the Daily Bugle, trying their best to organize the news they were receiving for the next day's paper. In the back of Bugle, was the office of one J. Jonah Jameson. Joined by Robbie Robertson, one of his top editors and trusted advisor, he was staring right in Peter's eyes. And he was not happy.

Peter smiled nervously. "Uh, sorry sir, my flight back home was delayed a bit," he explained.

Jonah wasn't buying it. "You were suppose to be back four days ago!" He shouted. "That was four extra days of no photos, no web page work, no nothing! While you were gallivanting in Europe, the Wall Crawler decided to not be a hot dogging glory hound, and no one was able to get a shot of him! Everyone thought he disappeared!"

Peter scratched his head, thinking over his words so he wouldn't reveal himself. "Uh, I don't really see why that's my fault. Maybe he took a vacation."

"That's what I said," Robbie stated.

Jonah gritted his teeth, as he took a cigar out of his desk drawer, and lit it. "As I explained to Robbie, that menace was probably just plotting, trying to figure out new ways to endanger the public! And do you know what his plan was?" Jonah asked.

"Uh, no," Peter replied.

"WELL NEITHER DO I!" Jameson yelled. "Because while you were still unpacking or whatever, Spider-Man showed back up! And we don't have a single decent shot of the crook!"

Peter inwardly groaned at his bosses dispensing remarks about his alter ego, but tried not to let it get to him. "Well, actually, that's why I'm here."

"You got some photos, kid?" Robbie nicely asked, a smile on his face.

Peter grabbed the backpack he was wearing off of his back, and reached into it to pull out some pictures. He then handed them to Robbie, who began to look through them. "I just took these yesterday."

"Hmm," Robbie hummed to himself. "Nice composition on these two," he said, as he took out two pics from the pile, both with Spider-Man fighting robbers at the bank. The editor in chief ripped them out of Robbie's hands, looking at them. Jonah then got a big smile on his face.

"Ha! Perfect!" He exclaimed. "Robbie, get this for tomorrow's headline. 'Spidey's Bank Heist!"

Peter furrowed his brow. "But...that makes it sound like he was responsible for the robbery."

"And he might've been for all we know, and he only started beating these guys up when the police showed up!" Jonah explained. "Now get out of my office kid! Oh, and, uh, welcome back."

"Good to be back," Peter said, unenthusiastic, as he turned and left the office. He waved at Betty, who gave him a reassuring smile, as he was about to make his way out.

"Hey, Parker."

Peter turned around, to see Robbie walking up to him, a serious look on his face.

"Mister Robertson?" Peter said. "What's going on?"

"Nothing too serious, I just need to talk to you," Robbie said, putting an arm over the young man's shoulder and guiding him to a more quiet corner of the Bugle. Once there, Robbie let him go, and faced him directly. "Listen Peter, you know I think you're a great kid, and I'm happy that everything's going great with your Stark internship."

Peter started to worry. This doesn't sound good. "Uh, what's going on Mister Robertson?"

"Please, it's Robbie," the editor said. "Look, Jameson was kind of rough with you in there, no big surprise, but he did have a good point. You've been away for a while, and for the Bugle to stay where it is, we have to make sure everyone is putting out their best."

Peter furrowed his brow. "Stay where it is? Is the Bugle in trouble?"

"Newspapers are in trouble," Robbie said. "We're still ok for the most part, but we're going through a transition period. Our online presence is still not as great as we'd like. That's why you working on the web page is as important as it is. Rand told me you guys don't have school for another week. We need you to come in everyday and work on the web page, and to keep taking pictures when you can. Can you do it?"

Peter thought for a second. The Avengers are out of town, there was no school, and his friends would understand him having to work. He didn't have as many responsibilities as usual. He didn't see why not. "Sure thing Mister Robe-Robbie."

Robbie smirked. "Mister Robbie. That's a new one. I kinda like it," he warmly joked. "Thanks Peter. We're counting on you. See you tomorrow."

Peter smiled at the editor. "See ya tomorrow, Mister Robbie," he joked back, walking away.

Robbie rolled his eyes at the kid, turning back to his work. "That kid's one of a kind."

Spider-Man swung around the city, trying to enjoy the weather and get his thoughts together. He gracefully flipped through the air, hand springing himself off the top of a water tower, as the sun beat down on him.

"Ok, so, school starts in a week," he mumbled to himself. "Which is probably for the best. If I had to deal with Flash immediately after I got back, I'd probably want Doom to launch me into school again."

He landed on the top of an above-ground subway train, perched on top of the front car. "I still can't believe that happened. I fought Doctor Doom, and lived. I got launched into space, and lived. I got hunted down by a space vampire, and lived. And I got back home."

Peter felt slightly dizzy, forcing him to get out of his perched position and to just sit down on the train. "And he did make me weaker, temporarily. I don't feel as strong or fast as I usually do, and get the spins every now and again. But you know what, compared to the alternative, that's a good thing."

The masked hero recovered fairly fast, as he jumped off the train and started swinging once again. "I still have Gwen," he said aloud. "And she's just completely awesome. And she actually likes me! She liked me before she knew about Spidey!"

Peter ran across the side of a building for a second, launching himself off of it, corkscrewing in the air before landing on a rooftop. He sat down on the edge of it, his feet hanging off, as he just looked out at the city. "Things are better between me and Harry. And he's happy now, according to Gwen. Him and MJ finally turned into a thing. So my little clique is nice and happy. Just have to remind myself to call them every now and again."

Peter looked up, to see a flock of birds just fly right over his head. Under his mask, he smiled. "The time I put in at the Bugle is really going to help Aunt May. The Avengers are out of town, but they'll be back. Honestly, everything seems to be going just fine right now. I mean, my life's not perfect, but what is?"

The Web Head stood up on the ledge, before hopping off, quickly firing off a web line and continuing to swing once more. "Maybe the Parker Luck is taking a break. Or better yet, maybe it's gone."

Spider-Man swung lower, getting right above the streets, earning the attention of several people as he went by. "Should probably grab some lunch on the way home. May really liked those grinders we got the other day. What was that place called? Barry's? Benny's? Maybe it was Teddy's?"

Peter's thoughts were interrupted, as his spider sense suddenly flared up. Before he could react, a beam of energy hit him square in the back, knocking him off his web and causing him to land stomach first on the hard, asphalt street below him. The citizens around him ran away, as he looked up, slowly pushing himself to his feet, only for his vision to be impaired by a large, thick smoke cloud. "W-what's going-"

He was cut off by a light post being swung at him, hitting him stiffly in the side, and knocking him into the side of a wall. Even before the wall crawler had a chance to react, he was struck in the chest with a lighting bolt, causing him to uncontrollably convulse, and fall to his knees. Still trying to recover, sharp feathers came from above, embedding themselves into his arms as he barely was able to put them in front of his face.

"W-who...?" He was able to stutter out, before a metal arm came out of the smoke, and grabbed him by the throat. The arm rose him up into the air, as Spider-Man desperately struggled for air, trying to pry the arm's grip off of him.

With wide lenses, he watched as the fog dissipated, not believing his eyes.

Rhino, Electro, Scorpion, Mysterio, and Vulture staring at him, confident and ready to kill, as they all stood behind the man who had him by the throat. Doctor Octopus.

A glare reflecting off of his goggles, a vengeful and prideful smirk on his face, Otto looked at his enemy, excited. "Spider-Man, allow me to introduce to you, my Sinister Six!" He bellowed, as he brought the hero closer to him. "But I would like you to think of us as...your end of days."