3 months after the funeral

Peter had just gotten back to the secret apartment Uncle Ben had acquired for him. His cheeks were flushed from the exertion and he was breathing heavily, but he smiled. He had never felt more alive. He knew he had always been strong, you had to be to fight cancer, but he had also always felt like a walking corpse. Not now. Not swinging through the streets of Queens.

Uncle Ben paid cash for this tiny pad so that Peter could live here in relative obscurity. He didn't even visit that often, afraid someone would track him back to Peter. So Peter had been left alone for the better part of two months. To top it off, he had never had such a strong desire to move before. He didn't know if that had to do with his new abilities, or if perhaps he had just spent too much of his life sitting around. Whatever the case his cabin fever is what drove him to create Spider-Man. It was a slow process of trial and error, but he finally was at a place where he felt confident in his suit and his abilities, which was making him bolder.

He had just tucked his Spider-Man costume under the bathroom sink when he heard the door to the studio apartment slam shut. His spider senses (that's what he called them now), weren't going off, so he was pretty sure it was just Uncle Ben, but he still tensed.

"Peter?" Uncle Ben called and Peter relaxed, but only slightly. Uncle Ben sounded like he was going to murder someone, possibly Peter.

Peter sheepishly came out of the bathroom.

"You care to explain this?" Ben asked shoving his phone in Peter's face. Peter grimaced as he saw the video on loop of him stopping a car with his bare hands, you couldn't tell it was him, of course, not with the mask.

"I…" Peter floundered. "I saved people's lives?"

"Peter!" Ben shouted. "You're supposed to be laying low!"

"I wore a mask!" Peter protested.

Ben rolled his eyes dropping the phone and turning away from his nephew. "Right, a mask," Ben growled. "A mask to hide your identity… except THEY ALREADY KNOW WHO YOU ARE!" Ben shouted. "You think that they're not going to put two and two together?" Ben yelled. "Hey! We lost an experiment who could walk on walls, do flips and was really strong, but it's probably not THAT GUY!"

Peter wasn't looking at Uncle Ben now, instead staring at the floor. "I can't just sit around and do nothing," he complained quietly.

Ben sighed. "That's exactly what you have to do right now, Peter."

"But I can do SO much! I can help people!" Peter argued. "Do you know how many people would have been dead or injured if I hadn't stopped that accident?"

"What about the people you are putting in danger by not staying hidden?" Ben asked. "What about me and May? If they find out I'm helping you, they're going to come after May, Peter."

Peter's eyes widened. It was one thing to risk his own life, he hadn't even thought about the fact that he might be risking his Aunt and Uncle's life.

"Look Peter," Ben pulled him till they were both sitting on the couch. "With great power, comes great responsibility,"* Ben told him sincerely. "Yes, you can do all these wonderful things, and I hope someday you can use them to help people, but YOU are in danger now, and before you can help others you need to help yourself and your family first."

Peter nodded. "I'm sorry, Uncle Ben."

"Me too," Ben said pulling Peter into his arms. "I'm sorry your life has been taken away from you, by these evil people."

Peter nodded, but he didn't feel like his life had been taken away until that moment. Yes, he was in hiding. Yes, his parents had died. But he had his health, and most importantly he had Spider-Man. When he was swinging through the streets of New York, he felt like he was finally who he was meant to be. Now, however, Oscorp was taking that away from him too.

Tony was more than a little frustrated. No matter how hard he tried or what avenue he looked from he could not get a lead on this Spider-Guy. From videos and such it was clear that, while talented, he wasn't trained. From a few shots that grabbed the voice, he could tell he was probably a teenager. From the crappy outfit he could tell the kid wasn't funded. Beyond that he had no leads.

The webbing he could trace back to a high school, Midtown High, but none of the kids in the school either had the ability or matched the description. And besides, Spider-Man was seen at all times of the day, though normally at night, so it wasn't like the kid was going to school every day.

That left Tony with only one option to satisfy his curiosity… he was going to have to talk to Spider-Man.

AN: *Yes… I used the line… #sorrynotsorry

I kind of skipped over Peter becoming Spider-Man. We've all seen it way too many times or read about it in other fan fictions and it didn't feel necessary to the story. In fact, when I tried to write it, it kind of stunted the flow. So hopefully this chapter isn't too confusing without it.

I'm really struggling on the later chapters, mostly with some action scenes I'm trying to write in (I'm not very good at writing action). I am starting to regret posting this before I was finished, I feel like I could have made it much more cohesive and just plain better if I had taken my time with it. At the same time I may have never finished it if I didn't have you guys spurring me on. So please leave a review! They are very helpful and appreciated.

Stay healthy! Stay safe! Wash your hands.

God bless!