Hey guys! I started off my fic' from a scene from homecoming, so this chapter is kind of like a prologue. We'll be jumping around in time throughout the fic', so don't forget to check the date at the beginning of each champter! Enjoy!

"Do you lay eggs?" Ned asked, staring at the pile of rubble that used to be Mr Delmar's Deli-grocery.

"What? No!" Peter laughed nervously, still thinking about what Ned had said just before. I could have died. A shiver went down his spine.

It had been almost a year since the spider bite that had given him his powers. Almost a year since his Uncle Ben had been killed in a mugging. Almost a year since he had started fighting crime as the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. But this was different. Those weapons were more dangerous than anything he had experienced so far, even in Germany. Obviously that had been an insane adventure as well, but even then, the people he had been up against weren't evil bad guys. Tony Stark himself had said they had just "lost their way".

This... this was the first time he had felt in danger. And he was right to feel that way. The entire building looked like it had gone through a blender.

I definitely could have died.

The rest of the day at school, Peter had difficulties focusing on his classes. Ned, being Ned, had dozens of questions about his abilities, and was not being very subtle about asking them. It didn't help that during PE they had to do the "Captain America Challenge"... Ned got sent into a frenzy of questions about the Avengers. He wouldn't even wait for answers. Meanwhile, Peter was trying his best to make his friend be quiet.

"Hey, can I be your man in the chair?"

Peter gave him a puzzled look.

"You know how there's a guy, with a headset, telling the other guy where to go? Like, like if you were in a burning building, I could tell you where to go, because there'd be screens around me, and I could, you know, swivel around, and... 'Cause I'd be your guy in the chair!"

The thought of including Ned in his crime-fighting made Peter's stomach do a belly flop. He couldn't put his friend in danger.

"Ned, I don't need a guy in the chair!"

"Looking good Parker." The coach said as he walked by. Peter realized he had been doing sit-ups non-stop for the past 5 minutes, and should probably appear tired at this point, so he slowed down.

At that moment, the two boys overheard Elizabeth say she had a crush on Spiderman. Before he knew what was going on, Ned blurted out to the entire class that Peter knew Spiderman personnally. That they were friends. Everybody stopped what they were doing, and silence fell on the gymnasium. Flash slid down his rope and started swaggering his way towards Peter, obviously unimpressed.

"Yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends!"

For a second that lasted an eternity, Peter searched for words, for a way to explain the information that Ned had unleashed.

"I uh, I've met him, yeah..." Peter stuttered "A couple of times... But it's, uhm, through the Stark internship." Peter looked back at Ned angrily. "I'm not really supposed to talk about it," he added through clenched teeth

Flash was still making his way towards Peter. "Well, that's awesome. Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz's party. Right?"

"Yeah," Liz nodded, "I'm having people over tonight. You're more than welcome to come."

The rest of the conversation was a haze in Peter's mind, and all he remembered was that he and Ned had somehow been invited to Elizabeth Toome's party.

When he got home from school, Peter didn't know what part of his day had stressed him out the most. The realization that he could have been zapped into pieces the previous night, or the hours of worrying that someone would overhear Ned's questions, or the fact that he had been invited to a party at Liz's house that evening...

Peter went strait to his room, closed the door, and layed down on the bottom bunk of his bead. After a couple of minutes of rubbing his temples, he got up with a sigh, and lifted the matress up, revealing a battered black and white composition book. He still had some time before May got home.

"Hello old friend... I need some help."

Peter flipped the book open to the next blank page, and started writing.

September 9th, 2016

Ned found out about me yesterday. I don't know how I didn't sense him when I got home, but he was waiting on my bed, and saw me crawl across the ceiling. No coming back from that one... Although to be honest, it actually feels good to have someone to talk about it to (even though he does most of the talkjing). Especially since something new also happened yesterday. Some dudes with Avengers masks were robbing an ATM, so I went to stop them. But they had MASSIVE guns, like, science-fiction level stuff. One of them shot a laser that cut through the entire building, and completely destroyed Mr Delmar's Deli across the street. Thank god he didn't get hit... I tried calling Happy to tell him about this new tech, but he wouldn't listen... AND he told me they're moving upstate! How am I supposed to help the Avengers if they're that far away?

And that's not even the craziest thing that's happened in the past 24 hours... I got invited to a party at Liz's place, and found out she has a crush on Spiderman! I feel like my brain is going to explode, I don't know what to do! But Ned has a plan... I guess I'll just roll with it.

Peter put down his pen with a sigh. He closed the journal for a second, hesitated, then opened it again, this time to an older page.

November 5th, 2015