Today just wasn't his day, was it?

Peter kept thinking to himself how his entire night (i.e. Life) went wrong as he shot a web toward the Goblin (what? it's better than the Green-Guy). A glob of spider-like webs coated his yellow mask eyes, and he made an irritated growl as his hands immediately flew up to his face as he tried to claw the webs off. Everyone else around him were still in position for a fight, however, all eyes were trained on him. His skin burned under their scrutinizing gazes and he was more than thankful for the mask, his pale skin almost the exact same shade.

Goblin still seemed distracted with trying to get the webbing off as Black Widow wasted no time in pouncing on him, gracefully maneuvering herself around him as she wrapped her legs around his neck and twisted her hips, her and Goblin spiraling. Hawkeye followed the two as Goblin squirmed and thoughtlessly tossed his weird, pumpkin-shaped bombs around, Ant-Man quickly throwing them out as they exploded, fire in the air for the briefest moment, and then drops of rain dispersing the explosives.

A flash of gold and red whizzed by his vision, leaving a trail of a pale blue glow in its wake as Spider-Man leapt down with a graceful flip, stomach clenching at the thought of fighting with his idols. His heart was thumping rabbit-like, mind buzzing with excitement and hysteria as he fired a web at the glider.

With a deep breath, he flung himself feet-first as Goblin threw the two spies off, kicking him right in his web-free face as he sent him tumbling from the machine.

He slid to a stop as he crouched in his signature position, glaring at the villain with a baby-glare that could make a three-year-old rolling on the ground. Stupid baby-face.

"It's not nice to crash a party uninvited," Spider-Man quipped as the goblin guy surged to his feet, growling at him like a feral beast. Peter shot up like a geyser as he ran with his fist cocked back, sending a punch for the green stock.

Unfortunately, he wasn't well-trained as Black Widow or Captain America, and this guy must've been some kind of boxer when he seemed unaffected. He grabbed his flying fist without so much as blinking from his creepy yellow eyes, "Impressive." he boasted with a sickening humorous tone. He threw a punch right at Peter's jaw, and he grunted as he flew back.

Glass shattered behind as rain assaulted him. His mind spiralled like a rollercoaster, his limbs flailing for anything to grab on, latch a web as the cold wind smacked him like needles stabbing through his skin. He hated the feeling.

Suddenly, hands lifted him from the armpits, and his head stopped spinning when someone was lifting him away from the tower, and Peter slowly peeled his eyes open. He glanced up, eyes widening in shock when he saw the Falcon himself flying him away from the battle, a sea of buildings sparkling like rivers before him in streaks of gold. "Nice shot, kid." the man said over the roaring winds, gently landing Peter back on his own two feet as he set him on a tall skyscraper. "Almost got 'im for us."

Peter just gawked at the man, his mouth open wide into an o, like he was a fish out of water. "Uh..." he stupidly said, instantly berating himself as the man grinned. "I'm-I'm Spider-Man." he stammered out, heat creeping up to the tip of his ears. Falcon chuckled as he offered his hand, "Could've fooled me." he quipped with his own shit-eating grin, and Peter numbly accepted his heavier hand and shook.

The man almost looked impressed, "Damn. You've got a good grip, kid." he laughed.

Peter's cheek reddened, "I'm, uh. Y'know—not actually a kid."

The man didn't look like he believed him, but he nodded. "Sure." he said, a smile tugging at his lips. Something crackled, and Peter watched with curiosity as the man pressed his fingers to his earpiece, frowning as he sucked through his teeth. "Shit." he hissed under his breath.

"Everything okay?" Peter tentatively asked, his muscles tensing as he planned to go back into the fray and help. Sam shook his head as he sighed heavily. "Asshole got away. Team can't find him."

He glanced at Peter again, his wings unfolding from the pack as he lifted off, "You've got guts, kid. Come around our place when you got the time. Could be an interesting addition for the team." he paused briefly, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "Tic-Tac said he's been waitin' to meet ya officially. Keep that in mind, okay?"

Peter just nodded as the man flew, his head whipping as he flew back to the tower, a tiny bird in the wind and fog.

Lightning cracked. Thunder rolled.

What a weird night, he thought to himself.

I've been busy lately. I was dealing with my own shit and school and I've felt depressed for a while that I just couldn't find the energy to write something for this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long but I promise next update it'll be longer and less action. Maybe some fluff if I'm up to it.

I love you all. Have a great weekend, bitches!