The music was loud; louder than he expected. He was so glad that he wore his earbuds for tonight. Multicolored lights flashed his vision, he could hear everyone laughing as they engaged in deep conversations, the thick and heavy scent of whiskey and vodka, and he could hear glass clinking together. Everything was so clear. It was almost too much.

He winced as he felt a sharp stab of pain sting his head. It took a minute or two to adjust; spider senses are wacko.

Aunt May had been insistent on taking thousands of photos, texting them to her nurse and yoga friends. His cheeks had never been more red than before. Sometimes pale skin was a curse. He was dressed in sharp, fancy suit that felt uncomfortable and his skin crawled with anxiety as he travelled through the multitude of people, bumping through shoulders and swallowing back the bile at the back of his throat. The smell of alcohol was sharp and reminded him of sharpies. He shuffled his way into a random corner and backed into the countertop, and he realized he was near the kitchen of the tower.

He just stood there awkwardly, nerves itching and now he wished he was in his costume. Peter didn't know what it was, but swinging around as Spider-Man gave him a sense of freedom. He could laugh around and make as many of stupid jokes as much as he wanted. He felt more confident as Spidey than he did as Peter. Peter felt like a new person under the mask. A voice interrupted his musings. "Didn't your parents ever teach you it's rude to come to a party and not greet the host?"

Blinking hard in surprise, Peter whipped his gaze back to meet the face of the one and only Tony Stark. Mr. Stark simply smirked at the teen like he won a prize that Peter lost, wearing his shiny sunglasses. "Oh, uh, h-hi, Mr. Stark." the teen greeted shyly, and Tony rolled his eyes. "Kid," he sighed, "what have I told you about calling me Mr. Stark?" he asked and Peter opened his mouth to answer but Tony held up a finger, "Me first." he interrupted, "Mr. Stark was the cold bastard of my father, so call me Tony."

Peter nodded rapidly again, swallowing thickly, "Y-Yes, M - I mean Tony!"

Tony looked at the kid up and down for a second, before holding out his drink up high with one of his gracious smirks, "Havin' fun, kiddie?" he asked the teen in a teasing tone. Peter just shrugged at him, and he looked a little sweaty, "Uh," he stammered, "I-I guess." he answered nervously. Peter's never been at a party in his entire life and that didn't count all of Harry's birthday parties before he had died. He wrung his hands nervously behind his back as his skin crawled and burned with anxiety, and Mr. Stark suddenly whistled sharply. Peter jumped at the sharp sound as he blinked his eyes wide open in surprise. Her averted his gaze to Tony and the older man suddenly smirked, "I've got a friend for you to play with."

Before the young teen could ask, Tony turned himself halfway and waved an arm over to someone, as if saying 'come join us!' Tony whirled back around and gave Peter one of his signature smirks that practically defined the genius. His eyes were wide with confusion before they widened comically as two people made their way towards the young teen and billionaire. A police officer who looked to be around his early forties approached the both of them in a formal police attire, and strolling along with him, his arm draped around her shoulders, was a girl. She had creamy pale skin, vibrant blonde hair that pooled down her back, her emerald eyes popping and she wore a rather lovely turquoise colored dress.

It was Gwen Stacy and her father, the captain of the police force, George Stacy.

George greeted both Stark and Peter with a pleasant grin, "Tony Stark," he greeted, extending his arm as he and Tony shook hands, "Good to see ya," George's dark green eyes slid to the teen, "And this is?" he asked as he gestured to Peter. Tony glanced at the teen and shrugged one shoulder, stepping to Peter's side and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, grinning. "Squirt here is an intern of mine. I believe he goes to your daughter's school." Tony's eyes travelled to Gwen's. "What was it called again? Midtown Science or something?"

"Midtown Science and Technology." Gwen corrected, grinning brightly at Peter, her emeralds shimmering under the lights, she turned her head to her father, "Dad, this is the boy I told you about. Peter Parker." Gwen introduced as she sent Peter a dazzling, toothy grin, "One of Midtown's finest science nerds." she teased and Peter offered her a tight lipped grin. She looked brilliant under the brightly colored lights, illuminating her beauty all around. Gwen's father, George Stacy, raised his brows up high, giving his daughter a teasing grin, "Really, now?" he said as his gaze turned to Peter, his sharp grey eyes meeting Peter's doe brown, "Impressive. Gwen told me all about that science award you won a couple of days ago. You must be a smart young man. Nice to meet you." George complimented as he extended his hand to the teen. Peter blushed at the attention and accepted George's handshake, keeping his grip somewhat firm. "T-Thank you, sir."

Officer Stacy opened his mouth to say something, when a new, much more enthusiastic voice entered the conversation.

"Yo, Pete!"

All heads swiveled around as Trey strolled over to the trio, a red cup dangling from his hand and he had a wide grin on his face. The dark skinned teen wore a pair of dark dress pants paired with dress shoes adding to a dark blue button-up shirt. Peter furrowed his brows as Trey walked up to the group, a wide grin etched onto his face, "What the hell, man? You didn't tell me you were coming to this party. I thought you said you had to do the thing?" Trey hinted, raising his brows up pointedly. Tony lifted a brow and Peter tightened his jaw, shooting daggers at his best friend. "What thing?" Tony asked curiously.

Peter shook his head, plastering a fake smile, "No thing. I just have a lot of studying to do tonight." he lied, and Tony smirked, "Forget all that, I say you have fun tonight. Plus, aren't you like a super genius like me and Brucey?" Tony joked. Trey sent a dazzling grin Peter's way, "Oh, he's like the super genius at our school, our MVP on the decatholon team."

Captain Stacy's brows lifted high, "Decatholon team, huh?" he mused, grinning teasingly at Gwen, "Hey, Gwen, how come you didn't sign up for the decatholon team?" he asked his daughter and the blonde blushed a bright red in response. She glared playfully at her father, "I have a lot on my plate, you know that. Plus, I think I prefer somehting with less questions and answers, like the debate team."

"Isn't debate kinda the same?" Peter teased with a shy grin of his, "You guys are asked law based questions and you use all those big words to answer them, right?"

Gwen smirked and her emerald eyes gleamed with amusement, her cheeks tinted pink as she pretended to glare at him. "Well aren't you the smartass, Parker." she quipped and her comment made her father furrow his brows, but his eyes were clearly amused. "Language, young lady," he reprimanded. Gwen turned her head and giggled sheepishly at her father, "Sorry, dad." she apologized, turning to look at Peter again. A shiver went up his spine and he felt the hairs on his arms stand up on edge, a familiar tingle jingling inside his head. Peter's smile faded and he tensed, eyes scanning the area around him as he noticed the music was now louder, he could everyone talking about anything in the world, he could hear the glasses clink together and it pierced his ears like a dagger.

Noticing the change in the boy's behavior, Tony frowned lightly as he tilted his head, "You alright there, kid?" he asked, "You're looking paler than usual."

Peter swallowed the bile rising at the back of his throat and plastered a smile, "Y-Yeah," he stuttered, chuckling, "I-I'm great, Mr. Star - I mean Tony! I just, uh..." he trailed, his brain going on overdrive as he tried to figure out his way out of Mr. Stark's calculating eyes. He slid his eyes to Trey, who watch with a confused expression on his face. His brows lifted high as Peter turned his gaze back to Mr. Stark, "I-I have to go to the bathroom." Peter stuttered out before, "Trey, care to join me, please," he muttered before he grabbed Trey's arm and hauled him to the bathroom.

This place was like a maze and he practically ran through the corridors, Trey asking questions all through the ride as Peter's nails dug into his skin. Trey yowled in pain, "Ow! Crap—Peter! Would you quit for a second and tell me what hell's going on?!" he demanded as Peter wildly searched for a private place, any room would suffice by now since he couldn't find the damn bathroom. The walls were a rich color and the floors were marble so their shoes clicked to the floor. His cocoa eyes roved around as he rounded a corner and his heart skipped a beat when they finally found a bathroom. Trey howled in pain again as Peter dragged him inside of the restroom.

Peter pulled his friend inside, who stumbled into the toilet—which the lid was thankfully closed, thank god. He shut the door behind him and it clicked as it locked, and Peter whirled around as his hand shot up to his head, throbbing painfully as his spider senses went berserk. The blood pounded in his ears and his spider sense was vibrating and tingling nonstop for no apparent reason. He hadn't seen a hint of danger so far but he quickly pushed the fear of anything happening down. This was an Avengers party, after all. Of course something was bound to happen in a building that resided a band of superheroes with millions of enemies, along with some organization hell bent to kill them all. Villains didn't really care if they were trying to relax or if there were civilians out in the open.

Trey shook his head and abruptly stood up as he glared at his best friend, "Dude," he breathed, "What the hell was that all about? You and Gwen were finally hittin' it off and you totally just ditched her, not to mention the captain of the police department and Iron freaking Man." he gestured his hands wildly and his incredulous expression faltered as he finally took a good look at Peter, "Hey, is everything okay?" he asked, his eyes concerned as Peter gritted his teeth.

Peter looked up and pursed his lips tightly, shaking his head, "I don't know. My spidey sense is going haywire but I don't know why. It only goes off when there's danger," he explained, voice coated with discomfort as Trey tilted his head. "Maybe someone turned on the alarm or something. I mean, it's not dangerous but maybe your spidey sense thinks it is." he attempted but Peter shook his head, "Can't be that. It's gotta be something else."

"Well, we are in a tower full of superheroes." Trey chuckled, and his eyes brightened up, a full blown grin stretching across his face, "Hey! Maybe there's a supervillain here hunting down one of the Avengers. Crap! Who do you think it might be? Loki? Ultron? Oh, please let it be Ultron, he was so badass—" Peter glared at his friend and Trey's smile vanished as he shut his jaw, "Right. Not badass. Totally dangerous and definitely not cool."

Peter shook his head and tried to clamp his mouth shut when the whine threatened to slip. He leaned into the wall and focused on the texture. It was cool and sleek and he tried to focus more on the feeling rather than the mind splitting headache that was about to explode his brain into a million pieces. He breathed heavily and sweat rolled down his back. Trap clamped a hand on his shoulder in a soothing way and Peter met his gaze gratefully. The lighting stung his eyes and his shirt itched and irritated his skin. His mouth felt like it was shoved with cotton and he hated the texture when his tongue scraped against the roof of his mouth. The smells of the fancy shampoo that smelled like pumpkin spice and cinnamon stung his nostril, the odor too strong and his stomach churned. Bile rose at the back of his throat.

Sensory overload, he realized with a start. It had only happened once; during the week he had gained his powers. He was miserable for the whole day and it took every fiber in his being to scream from the pain. May and Ben had been concerned but didn't push. May had just ordered his favorite sandwich from the bodega he liked so much. It lasted for several hours, the worst of Peter's life. His sense had apparently dialed up to eleven and he had the mask to dull them since there was so much input. He heard a rumbling groan from a few stories down, it creaked and suddenly the whole floor shook and vibrated and Peter nearly gagged. Trey cried out in surprise, his grip tightening on Peter's shoulder as his head whipped up wildly.

Are you alright, Mr. Parker? Jarvis asked kindly, Your heart rate has elevated at an alarming rate, and my sensors are calculating signs of a panic attack. Would you like me to call Mr. Stark?

"N-No, that's okay, Jarvis," Peter waved off the A.I's concerns, breathing heavily as the building shook again, this time more violently. Trey tightened his hand on his friend's shoulder, head whipping up to the ceiling, "Hey, Jarvis, what the hell is that?" he barked in an irritated tone.

My scanners detect an intruder attempting to break in, and they seem to be hacking through my servers, the A.I. answered helpfully, and Peter's heart jumped to his throat. He and Trey shared an eyed wide look before scrambling out of the bathroom, this time Trey leading the way as they made it back to the common area where the party was being held out. The room had already erupted into chaos as several people screamed and ducked under the furniture. The Avengers were high on alert, barking orders to each other while trying to remain calm. Tony's locked onto the two teens and he immediately made his way towards them.

"Kiddies! As much as I love having either of you around, you guys gotta—"

He was interrupted into mid-sentence as the windows that surrounded the walls were all shattered into millions of pieces. People screamed and their arms flew up to their faces and an orange glow poured into the room, making it look akin to an actual hellhole. Peter blinked repeatedly as he stumbled onto his feet, straining his eyes as he spotted something or someone flying into the room. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

Surrounded by a cloud of blackish smoke, levitating on a metallic glider, was an emerald colored suit of armor that looked similar to a horrifying goblin, his cruel yellow eyes gleaming in the streams of light as some items caught on fire. Tony Stark struggled to his feet as he flew over to the kitchen counter, staring up at the goblin creature levitating towards him slowly, eerily slow. His voice was a cruel, vicious snarl, like it physically wounded him to growl the name out.

"Anthony. Edwards. Stark."

I. Am. So. So. So. So. So. So SORRY that I haven't updated in a LONG time! I've just been feeling bored and we haven't been in the ready set go phase and I had a lot of trouble on writing this chapter and making it seem somewhat perfect. I promise the hiatus won't be longer than a month. I think I've got a good handle on this now and I know what I want to write for the next chapter. Hopefully longer. Until Next Time!