The tiny shed in the backyard of the Parker residence always seemed to be noisy at the most unusual times of the day. Whether it was the sound of a nail gun bolting nails into wooden structures in the middle of a hot summer's day when most would be searching for various ways to cool off, or the high pitched sound of a drill echoing into the dark night when others would be in the comfort of their beds enjoying slumber, the infamous Parker shed seemed to be a hub of activity. This was because it wasn't just an ordinary shed, but doubled as the laboratory of the teenage science prodigy of the household, young Peter Parker. Often, his neighbors would spot him moving to and from the main house and the shed, carrying a bunch of tools and/or some broken down gadget or another that he had collected with the hope of using whatever bits he deemed redeemable for whatever creations he had in there. The people on his street didn't seem to mind the occasional noise that came from it. Instead, they were proud of the fact that they had such an intelligent and respectable young man on their street, and on occasion would even offer him the odd job of repairing some piece of tech or other mechanized gadgetry they had lying around with the aim of encouraging his scientific exploits (it also happened to be cheaper than going to proper shops to repair said devices, but they kept that bit to themselves mostly).

Currently, there weren't any unusual sounds coming from the shed. However, the dim fluorescent light was on, indicating that it was indeed occupied by young Peter. If one were to enter this work space, they would immediately be greeted by what seemed to be an explosion of scientific paraphernalia of all sorts. There was, to the immediate left of the entrance, a bench that had an old car engine resting on its top, with an old walkie-talkie, a computer hard drive and an irredeemably destroyed Mac Book that had been taken apart. Further down the left would reveal more gizmos and gadgets of all sorts scattered around haphazardly in a way that only made sense to the main user of the shed. The remains of many unsuccessful attempts at creating robots could also be seen lying in the corner. To the right of the shed is where the tools were located. The tools were bought by and belonged to the late paternal authority of the household (and biological uncle of Peter) Benjamin Parker, who had died in a tragic shooting outside a public library. His death had hit the members of the neighborhood hard, and his wife May even harder, but no one had taken his death as bad as Peter had (most agreed that the fact that Ben died in his arms, combined with the fact that they were so close and Peter was so young was the reason for this).

In the center of the shed was a work desk with various equipment suitable for carrying out chemical experiments. Various beakers, a bunsen burner, a microscope and bottles filled with chemicals labelled in their scientific codes could be found on the desk. Next to this desk was a chalkboard that had a bunch of mathematical and chemical formulas written all over it in different colored chalk to distinguish between the equations. Currently, seated at the desk was none other than Peter Parker himself.

Tiny droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, causing a few strands of his brunette hair to stick to his face while he hunched over his current experiment. He kept his bright, hazel eyes locked on his current project while his steady, skillful fingers worked at measuring the correct amounts of each ingredient to add to the mixture currently being heated on the burner.

Upon finishing this, he turned off the burner and left the mixture to cool off. He slid his chair over to the gadgets section of the shed and picked up what appeared to be a mechanical wristband. It was black with grey edges, and upon opening a slot inserted on it a few empty capsules could be spotted inside it. The young man took out one capsules and wheeled his chair back to the desk to where the mixture had cooled down by a bit. Inside was a pale, liquid-like substance. Peter grabbed a teaspoon from a drawer in the desk and scooped a tiny bit of the substance from the beaker, and put it in the capsule in his hand. He inserted the capsule into the 'wrist band', which he then put onto his wrist. Once on his wrist, he pulled out a small extension with a button at the end of it that was folded into the band. the extension went up from his wrist to his palm, where the button rested. He pressed his ring finger and his middle finger onto the button, and the white substance sprayed out of a tiny opening on the band straight to the wall at an incredible speed. However, the liquid like substance appeared to have solidified after being sprayed out of the band, and it had formed a silky, yet strong web-like substance. Peter smiled at this and grabbed his other wrist band, or Web-Shooter as he so fondly called them and began to fill all the capsules with the 'liquid web' he had created.

"Finally," He mumbled sleepily after completing his task. Although he'd have liked to sleep early that day, he wound up using all of his webbing incapacitating a group of thugs holding a bank hostage. Cliché as hell, but it was still a significant drain on his supply.

He leaned back on his chair and casually looked up at the clock, noting the time. It was currently 3:28 am

"Shit!" He groaned, realizing he wasn't going to get much sleep that night. After all, he had to be at Stark Industries at 7AM sharp to begin his internship, which had started as a cover for aiding Tony Stark in Germany until Tony himself decided to make it official, working under the man himself. He immediately began to pack up and head to bed, thinking about how amazing it would be to get the internship.

Tony Stark was Peter's scientific idol, as well as a hero he had admired. He fantasized how incredible it would be to talk science all day with one of the smartest men alive; to learn from him and potentially emulate him. It would be incredible.

Although, recently he had been contemplating whether hereallywanted to be like the man. As a scientist/engineer, absolutely. But as a hero...

The whole debacle with the Accords had left a bad taste in his mouth, especially concerning the way the team had split up. He couldn't deny that each side had their own good points, and knew that both had good intentions, but the whole affair had devolved into an absolute mess. Everyone and their uncle had opinions on who was right and who was wrong, but for Peter who was right in the middle of it, he could honestly say that it was hard to tell who was really in the right. All he knew was that each one believed in their position entirety, and refused to acknowledge the other side. It was a little disappointing if he was being honest.

The moment he reached his room he blacked out into a dreamless sleep, his anticipation and excitement for the events tomorrow quickly being drowned out by exhaustion from the events of the day.