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I planned on this being a three-shot, but I can't really come up with a plot for the third chapter. If anyone has any suggestions then please write a review! If I can't come up with anything, I might just make it a two shot.

Tony POV

"Where'd he go?" Hawkeye asked over the radio.

"What do you mean where'd he go? Didn't you get him?" Tony asked, struggling to free himself.

"He dodged all of my tracker arrows and just about nailed me with one that he caught. He was getting away, so I shot his web strings."

Tony felt his blood go cold, "You shot his web strings?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Clint! He probably fell!"

There was a pause, then Clint cursed, "I was only trying to slow him down."

"Ok, come get me out and I'll find his heat signature."

Clint went into the shop and onto the 5th floor. He used his arrows to cut Tony out, "We need to find him fast."

"I know," As soon as Tony was free, he took off through the window.

It wasn't hard to find him, even though his heat signature was unnaturally cold.

Tony knelt next to the hero. He saw blood oozing from his arm and on his side. He wasn't moving.

"Jarvis, analyze."

"The worst of it is a moderate concussion. He has several cuts and severe bruises. His arm is broken in many places."

"What should I do?" Tony asked.

"He needs to have his concussion checked. The other injuries aren't life-threatening."

Tony picked up Spiderman. He was much lighter than he expected. "Clint, I've got him. Meet at Stark tower." And with that, Tony blasted off.

Clint sighed, "Sure, sure. I'll just walk through New York's alleys. I'm sure it will be fine."

It didn't take long for Clint to get back to the compound. He even made it before the doctor that Tony had called arrived.

Tony was standing over Spiderman, looking troubled.

"I feel bad for him," Tony said, "We just showed up and nearly killed him. He hasn't done anything wrong."

"Tony, we aren't going to hurt him."

"We're going to have to take off his mask. To check his concussion."

Clint nodded but didn't respond. Thankfully the doctor arrived a few minutes later.

"I heard what happened." She said. Her name tag read Hailey Bingham. Dr. Bingham wasted no time. She grabbed all the medical tools she needed and took off his mask.

Tony sucked in a breath. This was a kid. He couldn't be older than 16. He had been hunting a kid.

"You might want to leave," Dr. Bingham said when she noticed the distress on Clint and Tony's face.

Tony didn't move, but Clint grabbed his arm as he left.

"He's so young," Clint muttered after they had left the room.

"Way too young," Tony agreed.

"What's a kid doing stopping muggings?"

"He gets shot all the time. What is he thinking?" Tony ran his hands through his hair, "We can't give him to Fury, Fury will force him to join S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Definitely not," Clint agreed.

"Jarvis, who is he?" Tony asked.

"Analyzing… His name is Peter Parker. He is a sophomore at Midtown High. Both of his parents worked at Oscorp industries and died when Peter was 6 years old. He is living with his aunt. His uncle died 5 months ago. The police file says that Peter was at the scene when his uncle was shot."

Tony winced in sympathy. Clint gave a low whistle.

"Peter interned for a short time at Oscorp under Dr. Curtis Connors, who later became the mutant lizard that attacked the city. Peter currently works as a photographer for the Daily Bugle."

"Isn't the Bugle the one that always talks crap about Spiderman?" Clint asked.

"That's brilliant," Tony muttered, "No one would suspect him to be Spiderman when he actively works against Spiderman."

"Plus, his taking pictures makes it look like they are different people." Clint realized.

"This kid is smarter than I thought," Tony said.

"What about his aunt?" Clint asked, "She's probably worried."

"It depends on whether or not she knows about him. If she doesn't, it could get dicey."

"We could use his phone and just text her," Clint suggested.

"Good idea," Tony said. He went into the operating room, "Doctor Bingham, I need to see his phone."

Dr. Bingham frowned, "He doesn't have one."

Tony frowned. That was incredibly unfortunate, "How is he?"

"It's crazy. He's healing extremely fast. His cuts are healing enough that I don't even need to give him stitches. And his arm will probably be healed by morning."

"And his concussion?"

"It isn't as bad as I thought it would be. He needs to rest and be careful, but he will be completely fine in a week or two. It's hard to tell with his healing factor."

"Thank you, doctor," Tony said. He took one more look at the boy's face, then left the room.

"He doesn't have a phone on him," Tony told Clint.

"She must be extremely worried. We really should call her."

"Jarvis, can you get me May Parker's phone number?" Tony asked.

"Yes sir," Jarvis told them the number. Tony punched them into his phone.

"There's no way she doesn't know," Tony said as it rang, "He's like 14. They can't keep secrets like that. Not for this long."

"Hello?" May's voice came over the phone.

"Hello, May Parker? This is Tony Stark."

There was a pause, then she said "Sure, ok. Hey whatever you're selling, I don't want-"

"No, no ma'am. I'm not selling anything. This is about your nephew."

"Peter? What's happened?" May asked.

"Well, we went to talk to him-"

"Why would Tony Stark want to talk to my son?"

Tony paused, it was starting to sound like she didn't actually know about the Spiderman thing, "Well, uh, do you know where he is right now?"

"He's probably off trying to get pictures of Spiderman, why?"

"I… see. Well," Tony scrambled for something to say, "He… works for me."

"What?" May asked.

"What?" Clint mouthed.

"She doesn't know," Tony mouthed back, "Well Mrs. Parker, he works for me as an intern! He just got hired tonight. I wanted to let you know because he is staying the night here!"

"He never told me he applied," May muttered.

"It was more of a contest," Tony said.

"Sir, it's a school night. He told me that he has lots of homework. Can't this wait for the weekend?"

"Ah," Tony said, having no idea what to respond, "Well in that case, I'll make sure he gets plenty of time to do it. He's in the middle of a project at the moment."

"Why didn't he call me?" May asked, "Can I talk to him?"

"Not at the moment ma'am, he's very focused. I'll have him call you the moment he can. Well, duty calls, it was a pleasure to speak with you, ma'am."

"Wait-" May was cut off when Tony hung up.

"That did not go well," Clint sighed.

"I did the best I could," Tony sighed, "But yeah, that was a trainwreck."

Clint didn't respond for a moment, then finally said, "We should go. He's probably going to sleep all night."

Tony nodded, "Jarvis, wake me up if his state changes."

PETER'S POV

Peter struggled to open his eyes.

He had a headache, and a massive one. It was difficult to think through the pain, but something in the back of his mind was telling him to.

His eyes cracked open and immediately shut again when his headache spiked.

"Easy kid, don't try to move," Came a voice somewhere in front of him.

Peter recognized that voice from somewhere… He couldn't think of it through the pain.

Wait…. Where was he?

He tried to open his eyes again, but it only caused his headache to jolt even higher which caused him to groan.

"Why is he in so much pain? Isn't he on pain killers?" the voice asked.

"Yes, it must not work on him." A female voice responded.

The first voice cursed under his breath. It came closer, "Hey kid, I need you to help me out here. Do you know of any pain killers that work on you?"

Peter shook his head, gritting his teeth.

"What do you have him on?"

"Just some minor narcotics, I didn't think he would be in this much pain."

"Why don't we just sedate him? Will he sleep it off?"

"Probably the worst of it. It's strange though, I thought with his healing that he would only have a minor headache."

Something pricked his arm. Peter didn't really care, he didn't really understand what was going on.

When he started to go unconscious, Peter welcomed the relief.

Peter woke up again, thankfully in much less pain. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a small, dim room. His bed was simple with white sheets. He was hooked up to a heart monitor that was turned off.

Peter sat up. He was stiff, but not in too much pain (other than a headache). He moved his arms around. His right arm was especially stiff.

"Look who decided to wake up," a voice from the doorway said.

Peter turned to see who it was. He was surprised to see Tony Stark leaning against the doorframe.

Memories rushed back to Peter. He remembered the fake robbery and talking to Mr. Stark. He remembered dodging arrows and falling.

"You tried to kill me," Peter said, glancing around for an escape plan.

No windows. Great.

"That," Mr. Stark sighed, "was not apart of the plan. I'm sure you'd rather hear it from Clint, but he didn't think you would fall."

Peter furrowed his brow, "He cut my webs, what did he think would happen?"

"I thought it would slow you down," Clint said as he entered, "I wasn't really thinking. Usually the people I chase have a hundred backup plans. I didn't expect you to fall."

Peter had a hard time believing that, "Whatever you say Hawkeye. How long have I been here anyway?"

Tony hesitated, "A little bit over two days."

"Two days! Ok… Ok ok, if it's alright with you guys, I'm going to go now," Peter stood up and started towards the door, praying they would let him.

"Woah there kid," Tony said, blocking his way, "You are in no condition to go swinging around."

"You can't keep me here," Peter insisted, trying to get around.

"We can if we have probable cause," Clint said, "And our cause is that you're injured."

Peter decided that he had had enough. He aimed for them to web them against the wall, and pressed his fingers on… empty space? Peter looked down and saw that he didn't have his web-shooters on.

He also didn't have his costume.

They had taken his mask off.

Panic filled Peter's chest. He scrambled back, bumping into the bed and nearly falling over.

They knew his identity.

"Calm down kid, seriously," Clint said.

"We aren't going to take you to S.H.I.E.L.D." Tony said.

"We just want to talk," Clint said.
"You wanted to talk last time and we all know how that went," Peter snapped.

"I know, but this time none of us are going to make stupid decisions," Tony said.

Peter's fear turned to anger, "Stupid decisions? I'm not the one who tried to kill me! You tried to shoot me!"

"Those arrows wouldn't have hurt you, they were trackers," Hawkeye paused, "And I think he was referring to my stupid decisions. You didn't really make any stupid decisions."

"Exactly," Tony said, "You don't have to answer all of our questions if you really don't want to. You have to understand though that we just want to help you."

Peter tried to wrap his mind around this. He took a few deep breaths to calm down, "Then you'll let me go?"

Tony frowned a bit, "That's the problem. If I don't let you talk to Fury, then he'll just send someone else to get you."

"Which will probably end with just as many injuries," Clint agreed.

"So we are hoping that if we just tell him the basics about you, he'll let it go," Tony said.

"Which does not include your identity," Clint said, "That would definitely be a mistake."

Tony nodded.

Peter eyed them warily, "And if he doesn't accept it?"

"We'll cross that bridge if we get there," Tony said.

Peter nodded and sighed, "What do you want to know?"

"First you need to call your aunt. She thinks you work for me as an intern and stayed the night. She's probably going to be angry, I didn't give very many details. Then you need food," Tony said, "I bet you're hungry."

The call to Aunt May was one of the most stressful things Peter had ever done. She was absolutely livid because he 'skipped' school (Peter wasn't happy about that either). Peter managed to placate her enough for her to agree to let him get home to explain himself. He promised to come home as soon as he could, then ended the call.

Peter went to join the two heroes at the table. A few pizza boxes sat in the middle. Peter took a slice, which led to two, which led to 4.

He hadn't realized that he was so hungry.

"Why haven't you told your aunt about the spiderman thing?" Clint asked when Peter started slowing down.

"I don't want to worry her," Peter said after a moment of thought, "She worries enough as it is."

"Does anyone know?" Tony asked.

Peter shook his head, "You guys are the first."

"It must be difficult," Clint said.

"Sometimes," Peter shrugged, "It just comes with the job I suppose."

"So Pete," Tony said after a moment of silence, "Mind telling us how you got your abilities?"

Peter bit his lip. He had never thought about what it would be like telling people. It felt so bizarre.

"Well, about 6 months ago we went on a field trip to Oscorp. I suppose I was at the wrong place and the wrong time. I got bitten by one of their radioactive spiders."

"A radioactive spider?" Clint asked, "Why would they make those?"

Peter shrugged, "I couldn't say really. I did some digging when I worked for Dr. Connors. I didn't find much."

"What made you decide to start being a hero then?" Tony asked.

Peter fixed his eyes on the ground, "I… well, I was at this store. The clerk was being a huge jerk, so when someone robbed him I didn't help. Turns out that robber shot my uncle while he was running away."

Tony and Clint winced in sympathy.

"I could have stopped that guy. I should have. I realized that I could stop that kind of thing from happening to other people."

Tony nodded, "I getcha kid. You know that it wasn't your fault right?"

Peter nodded slightly, "I've come to realize that."

"So where did you get the web-shooters?" Clint asked, picking them up from the table.

"I made them. I also make my webs," Peter said, eyeing Clint as he examined them.

"You made the webs?" Tony asked, "Are you kidding? The strength of these things is off the charts! How on earth did you get them to be so strong?"

"I'd rather not share that," Peter muttered after a minute, "I'm really proud of them I don't need copy cats."

Tony pouted but accepted it, "So you're some kind of genius kid then."

Peter shrugged shyly, "I just know a lot about chemistry. And making the shooters wasn't too hard."

"Did you make your suit too?" Clint asked, setting down the web-shooter and examining the fabric.

Peter nodded, "That part wasn't easy, but I've picked up some tricks from my aunt."

"It doesn't protect you much," Tony commented.

Peter snorted, "Not everyone can have a giant metal suit. I need mobility."

"I'm still going to make you an upgrade," Tony said, "I'll keep that in mind though."
"An upgrade?" Peter asked.

"Something that will help with knives. I can't give you mobility and immunity to knives, but it should at least help with grazes. Maybe I'll even give you an A.I."

"You… don't need to do that Mr. Stark." Peter said slowly.

"Too late, I've already started," Tony said smiling impishly.

"I-wow. Thank you," Peter said.

"Returning to questions," Clint said, "what exactly are your powers?"

"I'm stronger, that's for sure. I'm faster and more agile than I used to be. I also have something I call my spider-sense. It tells me when something is about to hurt me."

"That explains how you dodged my arrows," Clint grumbled. He didn't like knowing that the had missed.

"Yeah, it wasn't easy to dodge mid-swing," Peter agreed.

"Anything else?" Tony asked.

"I heal really fast, but I'm sure you knew that. I don't need glasses anymore, and I also don't have allergies anymore."

"All from some little spider that thought you would make a great snack?" Tony asked.

Peter shrugged, "I'm not complaining."

"So what happened with the lizard then?" Tony asked.

"Dr. Connors wanted his arm back. I was helping him experiment with animal genes. The lizard genes tested really well with other animals, so he tried it on himself. It mutated and he went a little bit… crazy.

"I tried to reason with him, but he wasn't thinking straight. He was obsessed with making everyone the same as him. He was going to put the serum in the rain. I went to Oscorp and got the antidote. I'm sure you know the rest."

"You did good against him," Tony said, "There were almost no casualties."

Peter smiled at the praise.

"Well," Tony said as he stood up, "First thing's first, you need to tell your aunt."

"What!" Peter shouted, "I can't do that!"

"She needs to be aware Peter. If something like this happens, she needs to be able to help, or at least know. She's going to start getting suspicious of all the lies. What do you think her mind will go to when she discovers you have been sneaking out?"

Peter paused. He had thought of this many times before.

"I know you don't want her to worry," Clint said, "But it will be better this way."

"I'll… think about it," Peter eventually said.

Tony nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Stark Industries phone and handed it to Peter, who took it, confused.

"This is for you since you don't have another one. I'll contact you through this."

"Oh, I have a phone Mr. Stark. It's at home. This isn't necessary."

Tony frowned but took back the phone anyway. "Fine, what's your number?"

Peter told him.

"I'll let you know what Fury says. I'll also let you know when your new suit is done. If you want to come help with it, just give me a call and I'll let you in. And kid," Tony paused, "If you get injured, come here. Regular hospitals won't be able to treat you, and your identity will no longer be secret."

Peter nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Stark," he said.

"It's Tony, I'm not an old man," Tony said, "I'll drive you home, you are not swinging right now. I don't want you going out as Spiderman for at least two days, you hear me?"

Peter sighed, but agreed. He waved goodbye to Clint and got into the car with Tony. It was a short drive home.

Thanks for reading :) I hope you liked my little reveal thing.

Feedback is always appreciated! And I'll say it again in case you didn't read the top, I am having a suuuuper hard time coming up with a plot for the third chapter, so if you have an idea please let me know!

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