A/N: I'm baaaack! And I appreciate all of the reviews, but one in particular did bother me slightly. This message goes out to Yo. I know Tiger is Mary-Jane's thing, but this story is fifty percent mine, my friend, DivaGlam (she doesn't have an account), also writes some of the story on here, and I just go with it because she came up with it, I just write it how she likes. I wanted to go with Bug-Boy, but that wouldn't make sense because she doesn't know Peter's Spider-Man. And Mary-Jane's not in this story so someone has to call him Tiger, right? And yes, I know that particular Spidey/Avengers plot had already been used a MILLION times, and don't worry, for now, he's just a stranger. And I think I'll stick with Gwen as the love interest, adding a few comic stuff. And another thing, the difference between this story and a few other Spidey/Avengers crossover is that with Peter having a crush on Gwen, in most of them, she knows about Spidey and they're already dating. They're not dating in this one and she's not gonna find out for the meantime. I still appreciate the comment and I didn't find it mean at all, just a little unfair of you to assume that with me and fellow authors. We're not all the same, y'know.

I think that's pretty much it.

Onward!

Peter Parker was under the table, gripping the cold steel legs with shaking fingers, knuckles sprinkled in an icy shade. It was the third day of kindergarten, and already was the five-year-old hating it. He was hiding from Eugene 'Flash' Thompson, who, for the past first three days, had stuffed him in cubbies, made him eat dirt, and had the whole class calling him 'Penis Parker'.

What a meanie!

This morning, Flash stole his lunch, taunted him with a sneer, and tripped him during recess, scraping his elbow. And it really hurt!

And when recess ended, he'd finally had enough. He couldn't take much more of the bullying. Yes, Peter knew he could just tell his teacher about it or his mom and dad, but he didn't want to bother them all with his needy problems; his teacher already had to handle more than a hundred kids, and his mom was exhausted, his dad battling with mountains of work, which Peter didn't really know about.

So to be straightforward, Peter didn't wanna be a bother. They had their hands full. And he thought he could handle Flash's bullying for the meantime.

He was wrong.

After recess, there was playtime, which was probably an excuse for the teacher to sit back and relax, probably taking a long nap. And while all the other kids were playing, Peter decided to hang out under his group's table - who consisted of Ned Leeds, Mary-Jane Watson, and Harry Osborn.

And why did Peter decide to hide under a table? Good question. His mom would call it one of his quirks. He did this whenever he was frightened. And yes, he did learn that word all by himself, thank you very much. Somehow he felt safer under a table, no matter how small. It was just what he did. An instinct. Quit judging him.

He watched distantly as everyone was laughing, girls playing with their dolls, or playing some weird house-homey game with the toy kitchen set, boys playing with action figures, building blocks, all that sorts of stuff. And he felt something inside him shift.

A ball of envy dropped at the pit of his chest, making his stomach feel all weird and empty; it was like he wanted to throw up but couldn't. Or didn't want to. And as he watched on at the muddle of kindergartners, playing with their friends, he couldn't help but envy all of them. They all had someone their age to play with. He didn't.

Peter was already titled as the science nerd, his name labeling with a male reproductive part - another word he learned all by himself - so his chances of having any friends were VERY slim. He wasn't good friends with any of the kids at his table. Mary-Jane was sweet, and kinda pretty - not that he was liking or her or anything - girls were yucky, Ned seemed nice, but he was really excitable, and had other friends, and today was Harry's first day, and judging by his last name - his dad working for his dad and all - it wasn't hard to put two-and-two together.

Harry was his dad's boss's son, Norman Osborn. Peter had yet to meet the man, but judging the way his father talked about him, he seemed like a very smart man, mean, and he had a lot of money. And Peter was pretty sure Harry wouldn't want to be friends or anything like that. Not if someone told him about Peter's reputation. Okay...his dad had to teach him that word, but shouldn't that count for something?!

So to be blunt, Peter really wished he had a friend. Someone to play science with, someone to watch Star Wars with, someone to share Captain America comics wit -

"Hiya!"

What the -?

The brunette snapped his eyes wide open, meeting face-to-face with a fellow classmate of his. His blue eyes were wide with wonder, a kind warmth settled in them, his dark auburn hair gelled neatly on his head, and his clothes looked really expensive, like from a toddlers magazine. And it took almost a minute to figure out who was staring at him.

Harry Osborn.

The son of Norman Osborn, rich and smart man, who had his own company, OsCorp, from what his dad told him. Peter had only seen the man once. It was the day parents could bring their kids to work, and his dad Mr. Osborn had a brief chat. There was something...off with the man, and how his dad acted around him. Peter's dad acted all...mean or something to the man, his bright brown eyes looking mad and his voice sounded weird, angry or something like that.

Mr. Osborn had icy blue eyes, a shade lighter than Harry's, but there was something in them that Harry didn't have, they were ruthless and cold, lips tighter than an envelope. He was somewhat nice to Peter, or maybe that was just his wife. She was nice to Peter, greeting him with a kind smile, matching Harry's. Norman just looked...blank. There was another word for it, but Peter forgot how to pronounce it. Nondifferent or something like that word.

A hand suddenly waved in front of his face, and Peter flinched back violently, hand letting going of the table's leg. His hazel eyes met with Harry's sky blues. "Helloooo? Anybody there? Think, McFly!" he called out playfully, laughing at his own joke, but Peter didn't get it.

Brows knitting together, he tilted his head with a curious frown, looking up and down at Harry. Why was Harry Osborn talking to him of all people? Was this a prank? Another of one of Flash's jokes? Or was Harry just that bored?

As if hearing his inner thoughts, Harry's arm reached out, waving a juice box in front of Peter's face. "I saw you sitting by yourself. And I thought you could use some juice. Ya looked sorta scared." his five-year-old voice squeaked out, grinning bashfully. Peter could only blink, muttering a quiet "oh," and his hand slowly inched to the box, his frail fingers gently accepting the drink, and behind his black rimmed glasses, hazel eyes scanned the box. It was apple juice.

Suddenly, Harry gasped, eyes brightening, breathing out, "Cool!" and he shuffled himself under the table, taking a seat next to Pete. Hey, that rhymes! Peter watched as the red head fumbled with a robotic-looking spider, eyes wide with wonder and enthusiasm. "Whoa! This is SO cool! Where'd you get it?" Harry asked with a bright grin, fingers playing with one of the legs.

It was a silvery, robot spider, the size of a baseball. All it could do was crawl, Peter was still trying to figure out how to make it squirt something like venom. What, he had no friends, he had to do SOMETHING in his free time.

Shyly, ears splotching pink, the science nerd bashfully answered, "I-I made it."

Harry's widened to the size of saucers, "Really? That's SO cool!" he laughed, gently poking one of the fangs, "You must be REALLY smart." he boasted, handing the robot-spider back to Peter. "T-Thanks." he stammered, setting the spider on his lap, "Do you, erm, l-like spiders?" he didn't know why Harry was speaking to him. Harry didn't seem to be tricking him or anything. And yes, he was a little ahead of some of his classmates, and his teachers were talking something about an advanced class. But he wasn't too sure.

Harry nodded vigorously, "Yeah! They look REALLY gross, but my dad told me about this thing called venim," he faltered on the word, his five-year-old self unable to pronounce the word correctly, but he shook his head, forgetting about it, "- that it spits out." Harry's wide firm morphed into something more sheepish, "But I think I just like 'em when they're in those special boxes."

A smile broke on the brunettes face before he could stop it, "They are kinda scarwy." he giggled, and the red head pouted, flicking him on the ear, but not enough to hurt. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up." but it seemed like Harry couldn't break that smile off his face. Suddenly, Harry narrowed his eyes, frowning curiously, his blue eyes squinted. "Do I know you from somewhewre? 'Cus you look familawr." he asked innocently.

Peter shrugged, "Maybwe." was all he answered. He wasn't too sure what Harry was talking about. Peter's only been around OsCorp once. And all he did there was play with Bat-Man action figures, playing with the fun science fossils game his Uncle gave him for Christmas, and coloring dinosaur books. His dad's work was private for some reason, he knew nothing about it; but he did remember his putting something that was a redish blue color into a spider for some reason.

Harry snapped his fingers, facing expanding into realization. "I remembwer you! I saw you that one time when the people working for my daddy bwrought their kids! I saw you with Richard Parkwer!" he exclaimed, like he was proud of the fact that he realized that all by himself. And Peter shrugged, humming in agreement. "Yeah. He's my dad."

"Cool. Why are you sitting by yourself?"

At that, Peter frowned, remembering all too well why he was sitting by himself under the table. He bit his lip, "'Cus Flash is a big meanie." he muttered under his breath, finding the gray wires on the spider much more interesting. "Oh. How come you're not plwaying with your friends." Harry asked, frowning. Peter shrugged, humming in question, "Don't have any," he wasn't too sure if Harry heard him. How was he supposed to answer this question? It sounded kinda embarrassing.

What happened next caught him by surprise. "Do you like science?" Harry blurted out, his wide grin returning with full force. Peter's head whipped to Harry's direction, brows shot up in surprise. It took a few seconds for him to answer. He was NOT expecting that question. "Y-Yes?" he kinda answered, high-pitched voice going an octave higher.

The red head beamed, "Sweet! Then you're gonna love my house! My dad bought me all these really cool science stuff. But I don't really like science. I'm more into action figures, but you could come over and play with 'em! I have this thing where you can build youwr own helicopter. And I kinda need help with that. My daddy says he won't help because I have to learn this stuff by myself, but I rweally want help. You can come over, if ya want to."

There was a spark of hope in Harry's warm blue eyes, and a shaky grin, almost desperate. And Peter stared, baffled.

Did...did Harry just...HUH? Was Harry really implying that...that he WANTED to be friends with Peter Parker? Him? The school's resident science nerd. Him, Penis Parker? Puny Parker? He just always thought someone like Harry would only be friends with kids like Flash. But it seemed as if Harry NEEDED a friend. Like he had a hard time making friends like Peter did. Maybe it made sense. Harry was the son of someone who had his own company, and Harry was someone who could have everything he wanted.

But the offer was genuine. Kind...and friendly. He supposed he could, just like, play with Harry for a little bit at his house. He guessed his dad would take him there. He did work for Harry's dad, so it wouldn't be a problem. Why not?

He stuttered, "U-Uh, okay, I'll uh, play with you." he shrugged, fumbling with the spider again, and Harry offered him a giant grin.

Peter wasn't sure why that memory came back to mind for a quick second. It just did. Maybe because it might've been one of those things you should be grateful for...? Or something similar to that. Of maybe it just helped him forget about the current predicament he was in.

That was the first day he had a friend. Harry Osborn was the first friend he ever had. The only friend he had. Well, before Trey; but he came after Harry, and unfortunately, the two never met, but that was soon to be explained. Harry was really the only friend he had back in elementary. The one person who he could count on. He was always there for Peter.

He was there when Flash gave him a hard time, when the big blonde squirted juice on his pants, making it look like he peed himself - which he didn't, just to be clear. Harry was there, giving him spare pants, and refusing to have Peter refuse them, claiming he had thousands of more in his closet. And Harry was there when his parents left without so much as an explanation. He was there when the brunette learned about the plane crash, killing his beloved parents.

And Peter was there for him in return. From helping him with homework, how his dad acted like he couldn't care less about his son - always paying attention to Peter because of his grades - to his mom's death when she died of that illness. The only parent had that actually showed that she cared, cheering him on. Peter was always here for him, no matter what.

Harry was like the brother he never had. Through thick and thin. Harry was his best friend. Empathize on was.

They didn't have a best friend break-up or anything. Boys didn't have much drama as girls did. Technically, they are still friends. Kinda. It's complicated.

It was during the first week of middle school, on a Tuesday afternoon. As soon as it happened, Peter was informed by Uncle Ben. He couldn't remember what he was doing on that day. Probably rigging his computer or something, his mind was in a muddled haze when he heard about it. He felt too empty on that day. Numb.

Harry had tragically lost his life on that day. He had lost his life in a car crash, killing him, the driver, and Mary-Jane Watson.

Peter didn't know too much about Mary-Jane. But she was kinda like a good friend, maybe an acquaintance, to be more accurate. She always helped him with his love life. The girl always talked him up to the other girls in her drama class. He remembered faintly she had always wanted to be an actress, and a little bit of a singer, too. For someone so pretty, she was surprisingly nice. He remembered when he had first met her.

She was his next door neighbor, he remembered her dad was a selfish alcoholic but her mom was definitely a lot sweeter. Her aunt, Anna Watson, was friends with Aunt May, and after her mom died and her father was arrested, Anna took the house with her husband and raised M.J. He remembered their meeting all too well. May told him that she was very sweet girl and he didn't like to admit it, he was being a bit presumptuous...okay, don't judge him, but he thought she was kinda...a troll or something.

But he was quickly proven wrong when she rang their doorbell, since he and Harry were supposed to hang out with her at the carnival...and his entire body froze. She had minty green eyes, fair skin like Gwen's, and fiery, deep red hair that simmered like silk, flowing down to her shoulders, curvy and all. For a moment he thought she was a model. And upon noticing his wide eyes, jaw agape, she smirked in smug glory. And he remembered her first words to him.

"Face it, tiger, you just hit the jackpot."

Huh. I wonder if that's why Gwen called me that, he thought to himself, thinking back to that night with Gwen, but shaking out of the pleasant thought. All in all, M.J. was always nice to him. She was the first to notice his crush on Gwen, encouraging him to join marching band so he could have an excuse to talk to her. Mary-Jane could practically read him like a book. He was always meaning to ask her why she called him 'tiger'. From his basic knowledge, tigers were fierce, powerful, and very violent animals. Well, he was definitely powerful now, but fierce and violent? Yeah right.

She was really nice, easily popular with everybody, attracting guys left and right. And she was an amazing actress and singer. He cried like a baby when she was Cinderella. Granted, they were in first grade, but still. It was sad she died before she could become famous or anything.

And after Harry and M.J. died...he was kind of...sad, and pretty numb. They were his only friends, and Harry always made sure Flash or any of his minions never bothered him, and M.J. just helped him understand girls, even finding out his darkest secrets, which kinda scared him a little with that studying stare she gave him. He was left alone, all by himself.

He sat in lunch alone, picked on, and just...alone.

Yes, he cried, not a lot, just a few tears. Harry was the only person who really understood him. The only one who stood by him. And when he was moved into the advanced classes, he never teased him like a bunch of other bullies did. The one person he could always trust in school. And now he was gone.

And there was nothing Peter could do about it.

But then he met Trey. It was the third week of middle school, Peter was in his first class, Math Class, and he was solving a few problems when the principal walked in to introduce the new student, who happened to be Trey. Peter was asked to show him around the school, and being the good little nerd he was, he said yes.

Truthfully, Peter didn't really have the energy to speak to anyone after Harry died, numb and all. And he certainly didn't have the energy to show someone around school, talking about how great it is or some crap like that. Trey, however, seemed ready to talk. He was loud, energetic, and boisterous. But after a while, sensing the dull energy the brunette had, he sobered down marginally, humming and nodding.

And then both went their separate ways, Trey trying out for Football, Peter being the resident nerd, joining robotics and marching band. And when Flash and his cronies kept torturing him, Trey just nodded along, laughing with them, probably trying to fit in, but now that he thought about it, there was something like regret or anger in his eyes, and Trey would falter with a frown and a look of pity, but the brunette never paid any mind.

And a week later, eating lunch in the cafeteria, just poking his mashed potatoes and carrots with his fork, Trey suddenly approached him, lunch tray (ha! Pun!) in hand, setting it down on the table, sitting across from Peter with a grin, ignoring looks from Flash and other popular kids. Peter just raised an eyebrow, still poking his food, Trey starting to ramble, until out of nowhere (at least, from Peter's mind, he wasn't paying attention), Trey had asked if Peter could tutor him for A LOT of classes, his place on the team in jeopardy.

At first, Peter refused, not ready to have any energy to talk, let alone tutor someone, but then Trey offered a week of torment-free abuse from Flash and his group. And while Peter didn't wanna talk to anybody just yet, he figured he could go a day without getting shoved into a locker. He wasn't a fan of Locker-Knocker time. So why not?

And just like that, the two bonded after a while, Trey sitting at lunch more and more with him, some of Peter's snarky quips coming back, and to the point where Trey started calling him Pete, well, the friendship was locked in. And Peter had found himself a new friend.

But right now...he was in one of those predicaments.

Like, my-best-friend-just-found-me-wearing-a-red-and-blue-spandex-suit-with-the-spider-symbol. That sort of thing. Or my-best-friend-just-found-out-I'm-a-vigilante-and-I-screwed-up-in-less-than-two-days. Something along those lines.

Now...where were we?

A black gameboy slipped from Trey's numb fingers with loud thud, and with Peter's enhanced senses, it felt like his whole body was tingling, stinging his skin unpleasantly. Trey's shocked gaze was staring pointedly staring at the red and blue costume beneath his bare feet, and seconds later, wide brown eyes met his own.

"What the hell?!" Trey exclaimed incredulously as he rose up from his seat at the edge of his bed, eyes wide with disbelief.

For a minute, Peter couldn't speak, or think about anything except for Harry and M.J.

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god! Trey, he - he sees me! He sees me in the costume! Peter stood still and silent, and he couldn't figure out how to form coherent words, it felt like there was a rock in his throat. His stomach churned, his heart was beating loudly in his ears. He felt like throwing up but he didn't have anything to throw up!

Oh man! Crap! Trey sees me! It hasn't even been a week and he knows! Oh crap! This isn't - this isn't good! The teen repeatedly berated himself for being so careless. It didn't make any sense. He locked his door and everything. Oh god. Trey knows. He knows and now his secret is screwed up. It's only been a day and already he screwed up the whole secret identity shindig. Ugh, why was he so stupid?!

Trey's wide brown eyes were bulging out of his head, "Peter?" he squeaked out, like a quiet mouse from that Cinderella movie. Slowly, he stood up on two shaky legs, "Y-You're...you're...the...t-the..." he seemed unable to vomit out any coherent words out of his mouth.

Shaking his head frantically, a million thoughts buzzed through his brain. What does he do? What should he say? He should say something, right? Right?!

"You're...y-you're the Spider-Man? F-From T.V." he squeaked quietly.

As he stood half-naked in front of his best friend, his brain and mind were both scrambling for some kind of information. Maybe he'd try for an intelligent, sciency kind of answer, with the big words and all. Yeah, that could work. He could just say it's Trey's overactive imagination and that his mind was trying to trick him. Only using big and brainy words. It could work! Maybe his secret wasn't in mortal danger.

That's what his brain told him to do. His mouth apparently had other plans.

"N-No I'm not," he stuttered out, an uncomfortable lump forming at his throat, shaking his head feverishly. "I - I'm not! I'm really not! This -" he gestured his arms wildly to the red and blue puddle at his feet, "it's - it's just a costume, this is just -!"

Trey shook his head slowly, eyes growing wider by the second, his pointer finger furiously pointing at the ceiling, "Dude, you were on the ceiling!" he shrieked hysterically, nose twitching. Peter's eyes followed where his finger was pointing at then met his Trey's eyes again, shaking his head, almost desperately.

"I wasn't! N-No, I - ugh, Trey, what are you doing in my room?!" he hissed fearfully.

"May let me in! You said we were gonna work on that science project thing! I've been waiting for hours for you!"

Peter scoffed in disbelief, staring at his friend in a mixture of fear and disbelief, bending down and gathering the puddle of spandex into his arms, almost crushing the costume in his grip as he threw it in his closet, shutting the door...well, more like slamming at the door, surprising and startling himself at the booming sound it made when it closed.

When he took another step to tell his best friend that he had no flipping idea he was talking about, he stopped in tracks as cruel realization dawned on him.

Oh my gosh. I did say that. But I thought we were supposed to work on it at his house, he realized, slapping himself inside his head for being such a freaking moron!

Trey had his hands on both sides of his face, clearly panicked. "Oh my god," he muttered, starting to pace back and forth. "Oh my god, you're...you're Spider-Man? You, Peter Parker, are...Spider-Man? H-How are you Spider-Man? This - This doesn't make any sense. W-Well, I mean, I guess this kinda makes sense but it still doesn't make any sense," he hissed hysterically as he finally stopped his pacing, eyes slowly travelling to Peter, who just stood board stiff in front of his friend, face pale with uncertainty.

His mouth broke into an amazed and baffled grin, and he started to chuckle quietly, "O-Oh my god," it seemed like he couldn't contain his amazed laughter, "My best friend's Spider-Man. I'm best friends with a superhero!" he exclaimed in a hushed tone.

At that particular comment, the corners of Peter's lips twitched, satisfaction hinted across his eyes. He couldn't help but break into a bashful grin. "Uh, well, I don't know about superhero. M-Maybe." he replied with an awkward shrug.

Trey's smile faltered, shaking his head slightly, "W-Wait a minute, does - does Aunt May know?" he hissed, brows furrowing. Peter threw his hands up defeatedly. "No! Okay? Nobody knows!" he faltered for a second, "W-Well except for you now." he grumbled.

Trey's wide grin nearly broke his face in half, and he huffed a chuckle between his lips, "Oh - Oh my god." his eyes practically bugged out of his head, and it seemed like Trey was trying to keep still, bouncing on his toes. "Holy crap! You're - you're the Spider-Man! I-I can't believe it! Dude! Why didn't you tell me?!" he laughed, breaking into a baffled grin.

Peter's entire system was basically buzzing and tingling with trepidation, anxiety, and adrenaline. He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing heavily.

"Trey, look, you gotta listen. Y-You - You can't tell anybody about this! You've gotta keep it a secret!"

Trey raised an eyebrow at his friend, face dropping faster than any rock falling into the ocean, looking at Peter like he had grown three heads, "You want me to keep it a secret?" he repeated slowly, "Why?"

An arm gestured sharply to the door - even though a certain someone wasn't home, but he was trying to make a point - "You know what she's like!" he hissed venomously, "If she finds out people are gonna try and kill me every night, she's not gonna let me do this anymore! Come on, Trey, please." he pleaded desperately.

Trey blinked dubiously at his friend, his brain cells clicking and whirring to comprehend this amazing discovery he had just witnessed. He could hardly believe any of this. Yes, he knew he shouldn't be so shocked about meeting a hero right in front of his face, but his mind couldn't accept it. He had just met the Avengers hours ago. They were Earth's Mightiest Heroes. And he was related to the man who started it all. He didn't get along with his uncle, neither did his mother or father, but they somewhat respected him. And his Uncle Fury (that sounds so weird in his perspective) always made sure he was out of the danger zone. Thus resulting him almost never going anywhere except for New York. Stupid paranoid uncle.

But Peter Parker, his best friend since middle school, was some type of superhero? He couldn't say it or even think it without giggling. Technically, not a lot of people thought Spider-Man was a hero, more like a vigilante, but technically a hero...even if he only did two things. But he had superpowers! From what he saw - and based on the name and costume - he had...spidery abilities, a kick-ass costume (but why spandex?), and he wanted him to keep it a secret?! It was just - just hard to believe considering his current...well, high school status. But seriously?!

"Okay, okay, okay, okay. I'll level with you," he licked his lips, trying to keep a calm facade, like his uncle did, but with everything he had just saw, his face shattered and poised into one of the dorkiest grins on the planet! "I'm sorry, but I really don't think I can keep this a secret! This is literally the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, Peter!"

Well...sure, his uncle was the Nick Fury, and he did meet some of the Avengers, but that wasn't the point!

Peter groaned in exasperated disappointment, gripping his face in his hands and turning away from him, banging his head softly on his door, "Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening right now..."

He cannot believe this. As if his life wasn't anymore complicated, now this? What's next, Harry suddenly rises from the dead, takes a picture, and sends it to their whole school, then to the news, then to the government, and his Aunt May finds out, forces him to quit, and then he has to run away -! Oh, god, he cannot handle this right now! He had to keep his identity secret. That's kinda in the term 'secret identity'! If Aunt May ever found out, she'd make him quit in a heartbeat. And now that Trey's found out, it was only a matter of time before he slipped the news to everyone at school. He was Spider-Man for a reason. To protect people. And that meant Aunt May and Trey. She was his only living relative left and he didn't want give her another burden, and Trey was his only living friend, and the guy wasn't the best at keeping secrets.

His stomach coiled and twisted at the very thought of anyone ever finding out about his powers, and the new hero persona he was trying to maintain to keep secret. If word got out...who knows what'll happen. Who know what will happen with Aunt May. He was a minor, and technically doing something illegal, even though the cops hadn't called him out on it. But May was the adult, she was his legal guardian. There was always a possibility of her having to pay the price or legal consequences. And he did piss off a few bad guys, but they were just petty robbers and stuff. And if she ever found out...he couldn't even think about it. And he couldn't just stop, no way. But she would be worried sick about him. Staying up all night, probably thinking about the dangerous stuff he was dealing with. She would be a mess. He couldn't do that to her, not with everything else that's recently happened. She was already worrying about him.

Turning back around to face his friend, "Look, May cannot know. I can't do that to her right now. I can't. You know," his voice began to waver, eyes big and pleading, "w-with everything that's happened to her. Please."

His smile faltering at the pleading and desperation tone coming from his best friend, Trey's expression softened, and if Peter was really desperate for this secret to not slip up...then it had to be pretty serious. Swallowing thickly, he nodded hesitantly, "Okay," he whispered, before nodding again, "I, uh, I won't tell anyone."

"J-Just swear it, okay?"

"I swear. Just - Just relax, Pete."

Sighing in relief, Peter whispered a barely audible, "Thank you," and his arm reached out for a grey baggy sweatshirt, pulling it over his head and past his torso.

Trey blinked a few times, before his wider-than-earth grin returned full force, "Oh my god, this is seriously the best day of my life!" he laughed, Peter folding his arms over his chest with a roll of his eyes, "First, I meet the Avengers, then I get to touch the Winter Soldiers arm, and then I find out my friend's a -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. Did - did you just say you met the Avengers?"

Trey's wide smirk tugged back down into a frown, eyes widening at his little slip up. He didn't mean for that to slip up. He studied Peter's face. His eyebrow was raised and he wore a suspicious frown upon his lips, head tilted slightly, eyes scanning up and down at him. And the back of his neck heated up. Should he tell him? Trey wasn't exactly allowed to tell people that his uncle was Nick Fury, director of SHIELD. His uncle had always told him it was dangerous and stupid. He could accidentally put himself in grave danger if some unknown enemy had found something to use against Fury. And boy did his uncle have a lot of enemies.

Buuuut, he was also ordered to report that if he found out anything serious about Spider-Man, he was to report it to his uncle. But Fury never told him if his secret identity was serious - yeah, okay, he knew that one. But his uncle just said serious, not his identity. And he already swore to Peter that he would never tell a living soul, even though he was dying to.

Eh...why not?

Shrugging, Trey tried to come up how to say it, his mind reeling, "Uhhh...I came up to the tower a few hours ago."

"Mm-hmm. And why were you at the tower?"

Licking his lips nervously, he pasted on a sheepish grin, "Do you, uh, do you remember that uncle I told you about? The one from the government?"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Peter slowly nodded, "Yeah. What about him?"

It was now or never. "Pete, have you ever heard of...Nick Fury?"

Sam Wilson, James Rhodes, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, and Clint Barton all lounged around the living room area, either gulping down coffee, finishing breakfast, or just watching the news. They figured they could kill the time before training. Yes, they all trained, but that was to be expected.

They all stayed in the training room for about an hour to train. Bruce didn't really train much, considering the other guy could handle it, but it was always nice to know he could defend himself without breaking another city. He doesn't need Ross on his back, that man just terrified him. And then after training, Tony went off back to his labs with Bruce, and they would wait for Tony's intern, Peter Parker.

Sam, Bruce, Darcy, and obviously Tony had all met the kid. He was pretty nice. Smart as hell, and a little snarky too. He kinda reminded them of a mini Tony...only he wasn't as annoying as the actual Tony. And yes, Tony was pretty offended by that.

They all didn't really know much about the kid. He was smart for his age, went to a pretty hard school to get into, although some people got by with money or something. Other than his age, IQ, and his school they almost knew nothing about him.

Sam and Darcy once had a conversation with him once. Darcy had caught him doodling something. When Sam asked what she told him she saw might've saw black lines over red in a weird pattern. He seemed to be upset about something though. Especially after that weird phone call he had with some friend of his. Sam noticed he might've been sad about something, using his therapist knowledge. Neither questioned him on it; it wasn't exactly their place to ask and they didn't really know him and he didn't know them very well. But he did recognize Falcon.

Bruce was fond of the intern. He was kinda shy and awkward, which reminded Bruce of how he was like back in school. And he practically babbled on about his papers and how fascinating they were. It made Bruce feel warm with delight. Most people only knew him as the Hulk and they never really seem to care about his science work and all. He didn't really feel respected in the science community for a while, he had always thought people would forget about that part of his life. He really did miss the old days sometimes. But things were looking up for him. He could control the Hulk a little better now, thanks to some help from Natasha.

Tony seemed to like his new intern. He had a high IQ, but not higher than his, thank you very much. And he could never stand still in the lab. He always tapped his leg, bounced on his toes, or just fidget about. He reminded Tony of a puppy, yipping and yapping. But there was something...off about him. When he had first started working, Tony had noticed a few bruises and scrapes, poorly covered up with his sleeves. Tony had thought nothing of it at first but he made a mental note to keep a first aid kit near the kid. And then after a week he seemed even more off. He didn't move around as much. When he smiled it looked kind of forced, looking more of a grimace. He could tell something bad happened to the kid, but decided against asking him about it. It wasn't really Tony's business to pry into and Pepper would just yell at him for it. That woman was terrifying sometimes.

The news report talked about two things: The new vigilante, Spider-Man, and something weird flying around the city.

At the mention of the city's new...wall crawler, all men perked up, pausing in their tracks at whatever they were doing before. They listened intently as the news reporter talked on and on about the recent crimes Spider-Man had thwarted. From the reporter's knowledge, Spidey had apparently stopped a few more bank robberies, attempted rapes, and a bunch of muggings. Sam almost looked impressed.

None of them were against Spider-Man or anything. Hell, they haven't even met the guy yet. But they were curious. Clearly he wasn't posing as a threat but they still wondered. What was his deal exactly? Well, obviously he wanted to help people. But why the secret identity and what were his powers? It didn't make any sense. And the guy literally popped out of nowhere. Was he trying to hide something other than his identity?

But they all let it go. The man wasn't a threat and he was helping out. That alone earned their respect. But maybe they would have a little chat with him if they ever ran into each other. But that was probably unlikely. The guy was fast. No one could get a clear picture of him.

And they found themselves perking up at the mention of something flying around in the city. Reports say that there was this man - or woman - flying around New York and then suddenly disappearing.

"What, like with wings or something?" Bucky asked, eyes calculating the blurry screen of the figure. Clint squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look, "Looks like...a glider. I don't know."

Bruce shrugged, pushing his glasses at the bridge of his nose, "Yeah, well reports say he's not doing anything. He's just flying around in circles and then disappears."

Falcon glanced at him for a second, brows furrowing at the screen, "What do you think the guy's up to?" he asked. After a minute or two of observing the paused screen, Clint sighed heavily, rising from his seat on the couch and rubbing his eyes. "Not sure. Maybe we can take a looksie or something and just...watch out for anything...severe, I guess."