Aww! Thank you, OfficialUSMWriter! I'll let you know if I need help with anything. And I thought about making Peter an intern while he gets his powers. I've always wanted to read something like that but I've never been able to find it. So, I took it upon myself to fix that. And I guess you could say Trey is gonna know what's up. I like to think of him as a nicer version of Harry, Without all of the drama. I thought it would be nice for Peter to have someone know his secret and someone to tend to his injuries. For this chapter, I skipped a few stuff, but I promise Peter meets the Avengers in this chapter, just not officially as Spider-Man. Hope y'all like it!

Enjoy!

"So Tony. When do we get to meet this new intern?" Dr. Bruce Banner, aka The Hulk, asked as he looked through a microscope. Tony sent him a quick glance before returning to working on a machine. He shrugged one shoulder, "In an hour or so. Not sure." he glanced at his watch, "Actually," he fully turned towards Bruce. "He was supposed to be here five minutes ago." he shrugged questioningly. Bruce glanced up from his microscope, brows furrowed in question. He opened his mouth to say something, when JARVIS beat him to it.

"Sir, Mister Parker has arrived. Should I have Mrs. Potts escort him to the lab?"

"Sure, JARVIS." he answered automatically. He went to grab a screwdriver when he noticed something in the newspaper. He read it curiously as he hummed in interest. Bruce looked at him for a second, "What?"

Tony absent mindedly rubbed his chin, "There was some street fight a few days ago." he answered quietly, but Bruce still heard it. He quirked a brow, "Isn't there always a street fight in this city?" he murmured knowingly. Tony read the paper with a scientific glance, "Yes. But apparently, witnesses say there was some weird guy taking out five guys."

"Uh huh." he motioned for Tony to get to the point.

Tony rolled his eyes in an exasperated way, "They say the guy was climbing up the walls and looked like he had webs coming from his hands." he looked at Bruce, "Not only that, but he was wearing red and blue sweat pants and a shirt with some weird mask." he read the section of the paper, pursing his lips in thought.

"Huh. They have a video of the fight." he smirked mischievously at Bruce, "Wanna watch it?"

Before could answer though, a beautiful red-headed woman walked in with a brown haired teenage boy. "Tony, your intern's here." she announced with an emotionless mask. Said teenage boy looked whipped his head around excitedly with a ghost of a smile, silently fan-boying in his head.

Tony and Bruce glanced at the young boy. He seemed smaller in the picture. Bruce sent him a shy smile while Tony took a quick glance. He dropped his screwdriver as he walked towards the young fellow genius.

Peter was ecstatic. He never felt this excited in his entire life. First, newborn spider powers, and now, he's an intern for the Tony Stark!

He avoided a little bit of eye contact though when he noticed Tony was studying him with a scientific look. After a long, somewhat tense silence, Tony held out his hand, smiling all friendly like, "'Sup, kid." he greeted. Peter blinked, mouth agape, "Uh," he mentally slapped himself.

Tony snorted, still holding out his hand, "What, you kids don't do handshakes anymore?" he smirked amusedly, "Wow. I'm getting old." he joked with a chuckle.

Peter quickly shut his mouth, a light pink brushing over his cheeks, lifting his hand up to shake the billionaires'. "Uh, h-hi, Mr. Stark." he said with a nervous smile, "I'm-I'm Peter. But you already knew that. Heh. Or maybe you didn't. Or maybe you did. You probably did since you're the Tony Stark. You practically know everything. I read about all of your research and about the arc reactor - really cool, by the way - and I just about read it a thousand times. But that's just the estimated amount. I talked about it with my friend, Trey, even though he didn't understand it. We're both really big fans. And I think you're awesome - and wow, I'm rambling right now, aren't I? I tend to do that a lot. Well, not a lot, but I think I talk the normal amount of time. And I'll shut up now." he rambled.

The three adults watched him with slight amusement. Tony took note on how firm the boy's grip was. He seemed to be a pretty strong fella. Pepper shook her head with an amused smile. Bruce merely huffed a small chuckle. Peter slowly let go of Iron-Man's hand, breathing in through his nose.

Tony clapped his hands together, signature smile plastered, "Alright." he started, "Let's get science-ing."

An hour later, Peter waved them goodbye as Happy drove him back home to Queens. Not a bad first day, Tony thought. He seemed like a nice kid. He was smart - really smart. And he seemed to know his way around machines.

Bruce seemed to like the intern, too. He rambled on about how interesting his study on gamma radiation was. Along with a few of his other studies. He knew his way around quantum mechanics, solving college-level algorithms and chemical equations that even Tony and Bruce stumbled on.

Best intern ever!

Bruce and Tony traveled to one of their elevators, standing in comfortable silence. AC/DC music started playing, Tony nodding slightly to the beat. After a few minutes, both walked out of the elevator, and into the living room.

Everyone smiled and nodded a greeting, all lazily splayed out in the room, watching some movie. Bruce plopped down next to Romanoff, sending her a quick smile. Tony gave Pepper a quick peck on the lips, slapping Rhodey's head as he mocked a few gagging noises. And he walked over to the fridge, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

It was a comfortable silence. Sam broke the silence, "So, how was your new intern?" he asked, not looking up from the screen. Bruce answered, "Not bad. He seems really smart."

Tony nodded in agreement, swallowing, "He's a pretty good kid. Not as smart as me, though." he quipped with a smirk. Everyone rolled their eyes in unison, "Well, that's debatable." Bucky droned. Tony sent an unamused glare, which was ignored.

Suddenly, Scott screamed in terror, leaping up from his spot and into Sam's arms. Said man let out an indignant sqwauk of complaint, glaring at the ant-themed hero. Black Widow rolled her eyes skyward, "What's wrong?" she deadpanned. Ant-Man pointed a shaky finger from Sam's arms, sputtering out, "Sp-Sp-Spider!" he shrieked.

Everyone froze and raised a questioning eyebrow, turning their heads to where Scott's finger was pointing. Indeed, they all saw the black arachnid crawling towards a discarded chip. It was silent for a few seconds.

And the room exploded into large fits of laughter.

Sam laughed so hard, he accidentally dropped Scott to the floor, who let out a painful grunt. He wrapped his arms around his torso quiet tightly, tears coming out of his eyes. Scott stood up lightning fast, arms spread out wide, "What?!" he squealed out in a defensive manner, "Spiders are REALLY creepy!" I can't be the only one!" he yelled in slight desperation.

Tony nearly spluttered out some of his whiskey, "It's a spider." he started to explain a condescending tone, "Unless it's gigantic, it's basically harmless." he explained as he coughed a bit. With a roll of her eyes, Wanda calmly walked over to the spider, stared at it for a second, before crushing it with a soft stomp of her foot.

Smiling, she mused, "There. Happy now?" Ant-Man sourly crossed his arms over his chest, pouting like a child who was proven to be wrong, "Meanie."

Peter sprinted home, his face breaking out into a smile. After the slight debacle with Flash (which wasn't really much of a fight. He basically evaded Flash and a teacher caught them. And after some thorough explaining on his part, the principal decided he was innocent and gave Flash a week of detention), he ran off to an abandoned alleyway right after school, a little freaked.

It wasn't everyday you found yourself with a muscle packed body, the ability to stick to things, a weird tingling sensation in your head, fast reflexes, and webbing coming out of your wrist - yeah, okay. You get the gist. It was crazy!

So of course he would run away from this problem. He could hear Trey calling him from a mile away, which was weird, cause he was actually a mile away. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't Captain America or the Hulk, he didn't know what to do with these new abilities, it was all new to him. And yes, he knew it was irrational to run away from his problems. No one could.

But he didn't want to stop. He just wanted to keep going. He didn't know how long he was running, but by the time he stopped running, it was already dark. He quickly glanced at his watch. Wow, he ran for three hours?!

After minimal heavy breathing, he laid his back against the brick wall. And he just let the gentle wind caress his slightly sweaty skin. He closed his eyes in content, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He laid his hands flatly against the scrapy concrete wall. After a few minutes of relaxation, he lifted himself off the wall, but noticed something odd.

He couldn't get his hand off.

He looked down curiously at his hand, pulling at it. He grunted a little with effort, trying and failing to pull his hands off. After four more tries, he sighed with defeat, ducking his head down. Why did his hands kept sticking to everything?

After one, final grunt, his hands clung off, a slight stinging sensation growing at the base of his palms. It hurt, but his hands seemed unscathed. Peter winced, taking a quick look at his palm. He noticed something weird, and squinted, his newfound perfect vision doing all the work.

What he saw was small, spiky, microscopic hair spiking out of his fingertips. They looked spiked and sharp, like little razors. For anyone with normal his vision, they probably wouldn't tell, but for Peter, he could see it as clear as the ocean waters.

His eyes sparkled with scientific curiosity under the dim moonlight, lips pouted in thought. He fully turned to the brick wall, looking ahead of it. It was pretty; well, pretty high for a New York building. He let out a huff, slowly rising his hand against the wall. He dug his toe to the wall, carefully placing another hand to the cement wall.

His stomach churned in excitement, head swirling. He felt electric jitters shoot through his entire body, a little bit of adrenaline pumping through his arms. He dug another toe into the wall, lifting his hand again. Slowly, he lifted his hands against the brick wall. A large and wide grin broke out his entire face, full of amazement. This felt...so...so natural.

Peter stopped, slowly turning his head around. His hazel orbs nearly bulged out of his head when he saw he was 10 feet off the ground!

Not able to help himself, he boomed a loud, and excited, "WHOOHOOOOOO!"

Without warning, he pushed himself to the rooftops. Yelling jubilantly, he sprinted across the rooftops with unnatural speed. Adrenaline spiked through his veins as he leapt off far-reaching buildings, smiling wide and ecstatic.

What was this incredible feeling?! How could he move so fast?! This - This was amazing!

Finally, he leapt down one abandoned roof, laughing breathlessly in shock. He looked out over the city skylines, admiring all the sparkly lights and loud honks and music. Never before had he felt this great in a long time...aside from his small 'talks' with Gwen.

His breaths were heavy and deep. He leaned his back against one of the gargoyles, just feeling the cool breeze on his forehead.

THWIP!

He started, startled. He quirked his eyebrows to his hairline. He heard it coming from his arm, lowering his head to take a look. What he saw didn't surprise him too much. It was the same webbing from earlier. He held his wrist delicately, as if it were a fragile glass of wine (not that he ever drank any wine, no way).

Realization dawned at him. The muscles, the skills, the tingling, the webbing, sticking to everything, the spider -

The spider.

It all made sense now. The discussion about spiders, the one he found in his room. The stinging in his neck. It all made sense now. The spider bit him. The radioactive spider bit his neck!

Huh. Life just got weirder and weirder.

He walked a little closer to the edge of the roof, holding out his wrist slightly. He didn't know if this would work. It was all new and yet so natural to him; like he was SUPPOSED to do this. After letting out a long breath, he jerked his wrist.

Nothing.

Tilting his head, he jerked it again. And again. And again. Still, nothing. He tried it a few more times, sane results. What the heck? It came out a few minutes ago. Why not now? Shaking his head in exasperation, he curled his fingers. But, when he noticed that the second his middle and ring finger pressed down on his palm, the web fluid squirted out, smacking against a pole.

He blinked. Huh. So that was how the fluid came out. Shrugging to himself, he experimented with this position again. The results being successful, he held his two fingers a bit longer on his palm, the web squirting out and attaching its silky and long line to a billboard.

Peter held onto the web, pulling at it to test it's strength. It was soft, a little brittle, but he didn't focus on that too much. He lifted his feet onto the very edge of the rooftop, looking at how high he was from the ground.

He wasn't too sure about what was going to happen, but he needed to see. Eyes narrowing into determination, with a twinge of weariness, he braced himself, "Talihoe."

And with that, he let himself fall. He yelled as the harsh wind rushed through his whole body. As the billboard crept closer, his eyes widened, and out of new instinct, he shot a new web line to a nearby building, swinging himself away.

He did this three more times, finally stopping at same abandoned warehouse he ran off to. He held onto a single web line with one hand. He swayed there a couple of times, laughing and chuckling like he hadn't in years.

The web line seemed to crack under all of his pressure, probably straining against Peter's weight. Eyes widening, and with a yell, he landed hard onto the floor with a loud CRACK!

Groaning, he rubbed the small of his back, wincing. Okay...avoid the webbing for now.

That incident happened a week ago. And ever since, Peter had a little fun with it. Okay, maybe A LOT of fun with it. But, hey! He could literally do what a spider can! He tested them out at the abandoned warehouse, bringing extra food with him; geez, he didn't know spider powers could make you REALLY hungry.

Not only did he test them out, he took up a habit of street-fighting. To him, it was a pretty easy way to earn a quick buck, pay for new equipment for his experiments and computers. And it was really easy and fun! He beat up a bunch of guys stronger than him, and he beat them without much effort. He even looked up a few fighting techniques on the internet.

And for once, he didn't feel like Puny Parker anymore. At first, all he kept hearing and seeing Flash's stupid face, smirking at him with a glint of mischief in his blue eyes, taunting him with his stupid words. It made Peter feel like he wasn't the punching dummy anymore; he felt better. Better than in a long, long time.

He made a few bets, got his way of payback without actually hitting Flash (since he wasn't there. Peter just imagined all of them as Flash. Sometimes the whole football team), and earned a lot of money too.

He donned a costume. Well, not a good one. It was just a pair of blue sweatpants, red sneakers, red t-shirt with a drawn spider on the chest, red and blue gloves, and a red ski mask with black sunglasses. Sure, it wasn't creative, and he had the money for materials, which he already bought, but he didn't have any time to sew it all up. And he decided to use red and blue for the color scheme. He thought of it as a fun tribute to the blessing spider that bit him on that field trip.

He ran home faster than any normal human should, but he was too ecstatic and jittery to care. He leapt onto the doorstep, pausing. He groaned as it realisation and memory dawned on him. He checked the time on his phone, mentally cursing at himself. He was supposed to help his aunt with grocery shopping after she sprained her ankle a few days ago during a yoga class.

He rubbed his eyes, bracing himself for the scolding of his life, and creaked the door open. He stepped inside the dark room, softly closed the door behind him, taking a step before ice shot at his veins.

Sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, muscles taut, and expression hard and angry, was his usually happy and easygoing Uncle Ben. Peter glanced at him and noticed his aunt sitting next to him with a confused - and concerned, stare. He noticed something in the corner. Surprisingly, he found Trey standing and leaning against the wall with an expression that said, 'you're in huge trouble and I have no idea why I have to be here, but I'll totally back you up.'

"Peter. Benjamin. Parker." his uncle gritted out. Never before had Peter heard his uncle talk in that tone. And never to him.

Oh, I am in SO much trouble...

Hoped ya like it! More on the way!

Next Chapter: Peter says some things he regrets, and wishes he kept his mouth shut.