The vents were dark, but Peter used his hearing to get as close to the thieves as he dared. He paused long enough to catch some of their conversation.

"Hurry up Dramo, you said the physical security would be easy once we got the AI off line!"

"It is easy, just a little time consuming!" The second man argued.

"Well we don't have time! We got ten minutes before the pick up arrives at the helipad! The last thing we want to do is still be here once Stark realises something is wrong!" The first man spat.

The crash of metal made Peter jump.

"IN!"

"No time like the present!" Peter mumbled to himself. He crashed feet first though the vent onto the back of the first sentry. He took advantage of the other men's confusion by webbing up a gun, yanking it from a bad guys grip. His second web missed its target, hitting the wall behind them.

"Who the hell is that?"

"It's doesn't matter! Shoot him!"

Peter jumped back and did a hand spring to avoid the sudden barrage of bullets. As he dove around the corner one bullet tore a piece out of his upper arm. Peter hissed in pain as he saw the blood blossom over his skin. It was only a flesh wound at least, despite how much it stung.

The teen risked a glance down the hall. The man he landed on was still down and out. The unarmed man had grabbed his buddies' weapon so now there was two armed sentries covered the backs of the other two men who were pulling items out of Tony's personal storage and throwing it into three large duffle bags.

The longer he waited the worse it was going to be so with a deep breath Peter threw himself back into the fray. His webs hit both their marks this time and he was able to gum up both guns. The men didn't dwell on it though and came at him with calculated punches and kicks.

Peter didn't have any formal training in hand to hand combat, so he relied heavily on his super strength, his flexibility, and his webs.

He ran forward shooting webs before jumping over one man grabbing the ceiling as he went and slammed a foot across his face.

The second man grabbed a fist full of Peter's t-shirt, landed a couple good hooks into his ribs before Peter let go of the ceiling and grabbing the man by the shoulders. He planted his feet in the man's chest. As he yanked back, he brought the man over top of him then kicked him away hard enough he hit the wall with a sickening thud.

Laying on the ground wasn't the best place to be though because Peter was now defending himself from savage kicks. One snapped into his nose and he was forced to scramble to his feet though a waterfall of blood. As he did he was able to snare the last man in his webs before the vicious assault could continue.

The two men with the duffle bags had already taken off for the stair way, leaving their comrades to their fate.

Peter couldn't let them get away. Tony had taken a chance on him, giving this internship, and he didn't want to let him down.

He burst into the stairwell only to dive back out as more bullets rained down on him.

"Kill the freak!" He heard the head jerk yell. "We have to get to the roof, the helicopter is inbound!"

Peter cursed lightly.

"Alright Spider-man," he told himself, "Gotta use that big brain of yours. How are you getting up there?"

Then it dawned on him. The windows didn't open this high up but maybe he could break through one and meet the bad guys at the top. It was worth a try, and better then pushing his luck with the semi-automatics.

The dark halls were good in masking his face to the perps but once he got to the roof it was going to be bright, and his face could easily be seen. It was a problem he didn't have much time to deal with. He tore a strip from his shirt and tied it around the bottom of his still bloody face.

The large window he found took some effort to break out, but it did break. With a nervous laugh he climbed to the edge. He was putting a lot of faith in how adhesive his hands were as he started to scale the wall of smooth glass.

He heard the distant whirr of the helicopter blades and he knew he only had minutes before it was here to pick up the thieves.

He could hear the men above him. Four of them were left. Two were guarding the stairwell to the back of the helipad, the other two had the duffle bags and were waiting on the edge for their ride.

The guns had to be neutralized first. If the ache in his arm was any indication he really didn't want to be shot again.

Surprise was he best weapon so with out anymore dwelling on the huge amount of trouble he was throwing himself into leapt over the edge of the Helipad and charged the two-armed men.

"Shit! Look out!" The leader yelled, spotting the vigilante first. Fortunately, the men had no time to react before webs pinned their arms to their sides then feet kicked them unceremoniously down the open stairwell. Peter flinched.

"Whoops. Sorry!" He yelled down to them, "That might have been a little much!"

The helicopter roared closer and it masked the click of another gun. The only reason Peter was able to avoid the first shot of the pistol was his spidey-sense. It kicked in just in time.

Peter leapt back easily sticking to the wall.

"Don't move freak! Or I will put the next one between your eyes!" The man sneered. The helicopter was almost there. He grabbed one of the bags and the second man grabbed the other two. Slowly they backed up to the edge of the roof. As the helicopter hovered closer, they tossed the bags into the open sliding door.

Peter threw himself forward into a roll shooting one web towards the gun, one towards the merchandise. He missed on both accounts. The webs instead caught the helicopter.

Quick thinking made Peter attach the other end of webs to Stark tower. Effectively preventing the helicopter from taking off with Tony's things. It did however leave him wide open.

With a curse the leader raised his gun to a wide-eyed Peter. It happened so fast the teen froze for a split second. Just as the gun went off a shield smashed it from the thief's hands.

Captain America followed his shield to the helipad, promptly punching the man out.

Ironman grabbed the helicopter and hit it with some of his own tech that short circuited it's systems. Using his thrusters Ironman eased the bird to the Helipad.

From the Quinjet hovering above them Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Bucky jumped down to take the helicopter pilot and the last man into custody while securing Tony's property.

The excitement Peter felt for seeing the hero's at work was cut short by a cold feeling seep over his stomach. Confused, Peter removed the cloth covering his face and looked down.

Blood soaked through his t-shirt, though Peter couldn't understand where it was coming from.

As he tried to piece it together, he looked up to see Tony walk out of his Ironman suit towards him. At first he was grinning from ear to ear but then the man's face fell as he took stock of the injuries.

"Pete?" He asked uncertainly.

"Pepper is hiding on your floor Mr. Stark, she might have a gun, so I would announce yourself first." Peter laughed, but that hurt so he stopped and grimaced instead. He felt tired.

"Peter, you need to keep those eyes open. Pete? PETE?"

Peter didn't catch the rest of that, he just knew he was cold and tired, and the Avengers were here now so he could rest.

An annoying beeping kept pushing its way into his blissfully empty mind. He wanted to shut it off but that meant he had to open his eyes and he wasn't sure he could to do that just yet.

As he struggled with those obstacles, he came around enough to notice that there were voices mixed in with the beeps.

"Found three more on your floor, all of them wrapped in that weird sticky stuff."

"Same as the three in the lab!"

"Alright Tony, who is this kid? And how did he take out seven armed men by himself?"

"Well he is my intern. Hired him Friday." Tony answered. At least that's who Peter assumed it was. "But he might have some other gifts that we hadn't even discussed yet."

"Meaning?" A stern female voice cut through the fog in Peter's head and he forced himself to look over at the one and only Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff. She was glaring at Tony and Peter didn't like it, it wasn't Mr. Stark's fault this happen.

"Hi, my name is Peter," He muttered as he tried to force himself to sit up. Steve Rogers placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down, silently urging him not to move like that again. The rest of the adults came over to stand around him. He kept his eyes on Natasha, "My name is Peter Parker, but I, I am also Spider-man."

A silence followed that statement and Peter felt compelled to fill it.

"I didn't want them to hurt Ms. Potts or steal Mr. Starks stuff. And I swear I wouldn't have destroyed that window or anything if I could have thought of a better way to get to the roof. I am sorry if I over stepped my bounds. I should have told Mr. Stark before something like this happened …" He was talking so fast and his thoughts were so jumbled that he was causing himself to hyperventilate.

"Easy there Pete!" Tony jumped in placing a hand on the kids' shoulder. He wasn't good at the dealing with emotions things, but he couldn't help but notice the physical contact seemed to calm the boy instantly. "No one is mad at you, you did an amazing job even though you didn't have to!"

"He is right Peter, you shouldn't have put yourself in danger like that! But no one can deny your results!" Steve added kindly.

"So, Spider-man huh?" Natasha commented. Peter shrunk a bit at her glare. "More like Spider-baby. How old are you, twelve?"

"Fifteen," Peter muttered not quite looking at the woman. She huffed a bit but didn't voice her disapproval any farther.

"What exactly are your powers?" Clint Barton asked, him and Dr. Bruce Banner stood near the door with a tray of food. "Those webs? Do those come out of you!?"

Peter chuckled but immediately stopped when pain made him whimper slightly. Steve and Tony jumped up to hover over him protectively.

After a moment Peter relaxed again and spoke.

"Um, no. Those come from my web-shooters. I made the fluid myself." He added with a grin to Tony. The man smirked and looked rather proud of that fact. "I do have enhanced senses. Super strength. Crazy metabolism. A pretty good healing factor too. Most things take about half the time."

"I was going to ask about that." Dr. Banner said as he placed the food on a small table and wheeled it closer. "Your gun shot wound has already started closing and your nose and arm don't even have scars left! What gave you those abilities?"

Peter didn't answer the question. His mind was still stuck on another part of that conversation.

"Gun shot wound?" He asked unsure.

The group shared a look.

"Yes. You took a bullet to your abdominal." Bruce stated pointing vague towards the offending area.

Not that he didn't believe the doctor, but Peter was over come by a morbid sense of curiosity. He lifted the blanket and saw his middle was wrapped in red stained bandages.

Peter let his head fall back with a loud moan.

"What's wrong Pete? Is it hurting?" Tony demanded.

"My aunt is going to kill me!" Peter declared, his voice filled with teen angst.