The next thing Ben knew, he was lying in a pile of rubble. He groaned and broke into a coughing fit. He opened his eyes to pure darkness, and knew he must've been buried under a pile of rubble.

Almost immediately, his breath quickened. Ben could deal with storms, clowns, water, heights, spiders, pretty much every common fear. But he drew the freaking line at being buried under eighty pounds of rubble.

He knew that if he didn't get the rubble off him soon, he'd pass out from the lack of oxygen.

Mumbling curses that would make Thor proud, Ben tried to push the rock off of his chest.

Come on, suit. Come on, Spiderman! He mentally implored himself.

1, 2, 3!
With all the strength he could muster he pushed the rubble away. This time he was successful! The rubble went flying in sixteen different directions, and Ben Jones-Parker could breathe again.

For a few moments, he just lay there, catching his breath, Alive. I'm- Alive. He thought, numb with shock and relief.

It took him a second to realize that he was crying. Startled by the unexpected emotional response, he jumped up, quickly wiping tears away. That was when he noticed the sharp pain in his chest.

His heart sank, "Crap…" He moaned.

He hoped that it wasn't as bad as it felt. If it was broken ribs, then it would be difficult to hide from his father and impossible to hide from FRIDAY. Sometimes he and Penny were injured in the same place, and the combined feeling of their shared pain made the injury seem worse than it actually was. It was a long shot, but it was possible. He also made a point to ignore the four foot long spear of rubble sticking out of his shoulder. Some things were better ignored until they became an immediate problem.

Oh, right. I forgot to explain. You see, Penny and Ben were both bitten by radioactive spiders when they went to visit their Grandma Pepper and Aunt Morgan at their lakehouse. This, along with them being twins, caused them to have strange abilities. Not only could the two read each other's minds and communicate telepathically, they could also feel each other's pain and track each other's location. Sometimes the ability came in handy, and other times it was severely annoying. Anyway, enough exposition, back to the story!

He looked around, knowing he was forgetting about something. But what? He racked his brains for the answer for a full minute before it slapped him in the face.

"Penny,"

He felt like such an idiot for forgetting about her. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! He mentally berated himself.

"Penny?!" He yelled louder, beginning to search for his twins.

After a minute of frantic search, he forced himself to calm down and use his abilities. Usually tracking Penny would take a matter of seconds, but due to his decreased mental state it took a bit longer. After a minute, he had her. She was only a few yards away, buried under a mound of rubble.

Panic filled him as he ran to the spot, hurled off the rubble, and took Penny into his arms. She lay motionless, so still that he couldn't detect the rise and fall of her chest.

With shaking hands, he took off her mask and felt for a pulse. It was there. Her heart was beating faintly, but steadily.

Though he was relieved at her still having a pulse, she was far from fine. There were still a multitude of things that could go wrong if she didn't receive immediate medical attention. Ben wasn't in great shape either.

He shook her gently, "Penny, wake up," He said, voice shaking.

"Penny, you need to open your eyes," He said, his entire body shaking now.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his voice broke. Drops of water began falling onto Penny's forehead, and Ben became vaguely aware of the fact that he was crying.

"Please, Penny, I can't lose you," He said in a broken whisper.

An unbearable silence fell upon the entire area like a horrible poison fog. Ben didn't even dare to breathe as he waited to see if his sister would wake up.

Then, the skies cleared and Ben was crushed by a tidal wave of relief.

"Ben?" She croaked.

"Penny," He whispered.

She squinted and reached up to pull off his mask. Her hands were so shaky that she couldn't get a good grip on it. Ben quickly reached up and stopped her hands, "Not here, Pen. We have to keep our identities safe," He said, quickly.

She nodded and Ben reached for her mask. Despite him not wanting to mess up her respiration, the mask was a necessity. Being unmasked was an absolute no-no in any situation for a superhero, but it applied to them especially.

Their Dad, Peter Jones-Parker, was the last Spiderman. He did his job for years after he got married, and even after he had kids. Of course, he tried to be careful, but sometimes it couldn't be helped.

When Ben and Penny were eight, their Mom was kidnapped. It was really scary. The kids went to stay with their Great Aunt May. (Whom they called, and still do call, Auntie May. Great Aunt made her feel too old.)

That nightmare lasted two weeks. Two weeks of not hearing a word from his Dad. They didn't go to school, so all of their time was spent waiting by the window. They waited for their Daddy to come swinging home, Mommy safe in his arms, screaming in terror of the heights.

That didn't happen. After two weeks, MJ was finally saved. Peter hadn't been so lucky. You see, Peter, in his desperation to save MJ, gave himself up to the bad guys.

The last time MJ saw him, he said, "The kids! Protect the kids! I love you!" Before he was dragged off.

He was labeled M.I.A. for a couple months, everyone looked for him.

Then, after six months, Peter came back. He quit Spiderman, faked Spiderman's death, and became the average CEO of SI, Peter Jones-Parker.

From that moment on, their family had nothing to do with the Avengers. They lived in Stark Tower, Peter having inherited the company from Tony when he graduated from MIT and turned 25.

Their family had officially moved on from Spiderman. Until one day, when Penny and Ben were twelve, they both got bitten by a radioactive spider. They got really sick, and no regular doctor knew what was wrong with them. Peter and MJ lost all contact with the Avengers, and Peter was never that sick from his spider bite. And he convinced himself that it wasn't the spider. It wasn't possible. All they could do was hope that the twins would pull through.

The twins stayed in that condition for a week, in a constant struggle to remain alive. Miraculously, after seven days, the fever finally broke and they were on the road to recovery.

Two weeks later, they started to notice changes. Their senses were enhanced, their agility was improved, and their strength was nearly inhuman. Not to mention the wall sticking or the weird twin abilities.

It didn't take long for Ben to put two and two together and start engineering his web shooters. He knew that the universe had chosen him to take up the reigns of Spiderman. He knew that he had to live up to his Dad's legacy.

Deep down, though, he didn't want to stay a small time vigilante forever. His true ambition was to join the Avengers. Spiderman to him was just a stepping stone.

Penny caught him early on, the two shared a room, and demanded Ben let her join. She said that she was bitten too, and she should share the responsibility.

Reluctantly, Ben let her join. He knew that Spiderman meant a lot to her, she and Peter were, and still are, very close. His only condition was that she had to figure out how to manufacture her own web shooters. Luckily Ben was good with computers, he was skilled enough to hack FRIDAY to hide their absence from the household. So he only needed Penny to finish, and then they'd be ready to patrol.

To his surprise, she figured it out faster than he did, and the two were ready to patrol in only four months.

As for the suits, well, they were just decorated body suits with masks. Though the two may have had the intelligence to make better suits, they lacked the resources.

The two have been patrolling, helping old ladies with their groceries, and stopping small crime ever since. Though their biggest project was locating the location of the lost Avengers. Four years have gone and they still haven't found a lead. Those guys were nothing but elusive. Even the old man Cap was M.I.A. Alright, back to the show.

"Can you walk?" Ben asked.

"Yeah," Penny said, struggling to her feet.

To Ben's surprise, she managed to stand without collapsing. The protective big brother side of him always forgot how tough she was.

He wrapped his arm around her, she placed hers over his shoulder, and the two hobbled to the alley where they left their backpacks.

Ben was crossing his fingers that they wouldn't be gone. In this part of town, crime was abundant, and leaving things in random alleys wasn't a great idea.

In spite of this, thank god, their bags were still there. They stumbled the last few steps and collapsed next to their bags.

Penny was wheezing and coughing on the ground, and Ben wasn't much better. He was barely able to unzip the backpack.

When he opened his phone, he saw several missed messages from his Mom, Dad, Uncle Ned, Auntie May, Grandma Pepper, Aunt Morgan, and Happy.

He groaned, three hours late without a word. Yup, they were dead. He checked on Penny, "Hey, you still conscious?" He asked.

An incoherent groan came from the ground, where Penny was laying face first.

"I need you to sit up. We have to change into regular clothes," He said, patiently.

"F've mo' minutes," She slurred.

Crap. She was delirious. He had to get that mask up. First, he reached into his own backpack and changed into his own street clothes, grabbing a piece of broken glass to add rips to the fabric, sorely missing his pocket knife.

"Stupid Doc Ock! That was a birthday present!" He muttered, annoyed.

Then came the harder part, Penny. She couldn't muster the energy to sit, much less put on her own clothes.

He grabbed her jeans, t-shirt, socks and shoes from the back pack. Sitting her up against the building, he knew that he was going to have to change her clothes for her. The situation was admittedly awkward, but they were used to having to dress each other's wounds and changing into Spidey suits in front of each other. At this point, modesty was a moot point when it came to survival.

He struggled for several minutes with the tight fitting suit before successfully removing it. She curled into a ball, clearly freezing.

"Penny, you can't curl up like that. I can't get your clothes on," He said in a calm, reasonable tone, often used with spooked animals or small children.

Reluctantly, she uncurled from her cocoon. Then Ben spent about ten more minutes trying to get Pen to cooperate with him as he put on her street clothes.

Finally, he put on her other shoe and sighed with relief. While he was relieved that Penny was dressed, the hard part was still yet to come.

He couldn't just leave a rock sticking out of his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he ripped out the rock. Agony flowed through him, and blood poured from the wound, but he ignored it.

He sat for a minute, not wanting to have to explain any of this to his parents. He debated calling them, or just hailing a cab, but the ring in his jeans pocket made his mind up for him.

The caller ID read, Happy. He sighed with relief, Happy would be the easiest one out of his family to face. With a pit of dread in his stomach, he answered.

"Kid?! Where are you? What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Happy's voice was frantic, his panicked words coming faster than the injured boy could register.

Dread filled his stomach. How could he think that this was going to be easier? Happy had known his Dad longer than his Mom had. Once he got over the shock, he was going to be pissed.

"Hi Happy," He said, his voice an octave higher than usual, sounding as though he was trying to defuse a bomb.

It didn't work.

"Benjamin Anthony Jones-Parker! What the hell is wrong with you?! It's been three hours! Not a word! Your parents are going to murder you! And that's if I can't get to you first!" He yelled.

"Happy, please-" His voice broke, "Can you yell at me later? Penny, she's injured. I don't feel so good. Please, I'm scared," He said, beginning to feel lightheaded from the blood loss. He slid down the building wall and onto the ground, struggling to stay conscious.

Happy's voice immediately softened, "Hey, hey, it's okay, kiddo. I'm coming right now, I'll get you home. Stay on the line, keep talking to me," He said.

So Ben did. He struggled to stay conscious while Happy talked to him.

As Happy sped through the streets of New York, he had the wheel in a vice grip. Tracking his phone's location was easy, but where it ended up made him frown.

"Queens? Why would they be in Queens?" Happy muttered, speeding up slightly.

There was something up with the twins, and Happy was determined to find out.

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A/N: This story is a mess, I know. I'm hoping it'll stabilize from here on out. Sorry for the messy exposition, but if you bear with me, I can give you a 65% guarantee that this story will get better. It's either gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames. You can tell me when it's over, If the high was worth the pain. La, la, la, la, Starbucks lovers. They'll tell you I'm insane. Cause I've got a blank space- You know what? I'm gonna leave before I dig myself an even deeper hole. Until next chapter, Au Revoir!