Peter ducked, taking cover behind one of the trash bins and cursing under his breath as he swapped his web shooters.

"You're still fifteen, language!" Tony scolded.

"He broke my last ones! If I break these-"

"Then you go home." Tony said as matter-of-fact, shooting up into the air and looking down at Peter, who looked up in surprised and frowned under his mask.

He shook his head, "this time he won't."

"You're clear, go east." Tony said, pointing his head towards the direction and flying himself next to Vision.

Tony watched him run, landing down next to Vision, "need any help?" He quipped.

"No." Vision answered, dodging the poorly aimed bullets and walking forwards with confidence.

"You're supposed to say-" Tony stopped, "everyone stop! There's a nursery on the ground floor!" He yelled, tracking the fast-moving figure. "Spidey, go in."

Peter squinted, "me?"

"Smile, tell everyone to evacuate, and then go up the stairs. They'll appreciate a friendly face. Besides, he's stalling, probably going up to the roof."

Peter frowned, "yeah, but we can do that from here! I can come and go-"

"Peter."

He sighed in frustration, "fine. Fine."

Tony shot up, landing on the roof alongside Vision.

"Did you not want him up here?"

Tony cocked his head, "did I say that?"

"Not directly."

"You're new at this. Reading too much into he situation."

Vision nodded with a confused expression on his face. "His plan's been poorly executed" He stated as they both stared at the door.

"And then what?"

Tony scratched the back of his head, frowning at his friend. "I thought you weren't 'trained' to be a therapist."

Bruce scoffed, "come on, Tony."

"Shit!" Peter cursed, clutching his stomach and watching the titanium-covered figure make his way towards him. He quickly flipped to his feet, throwing a web at the gun and throwing it aside.

"Friday, repulsers!"

"They've sustained damage. Capacity is currently at 56%"

"That'll do." He lifted up both hands, shooting at the figure.

"Tony!" Vision said worriedly as soon as the first blast went out, but still a little too late.

The man took the first hit, sure, but he didn't take the second. No, he rolled aside, leaving Peter standing there in surprise for a millisecond when he realised he was going to take the fall.

The pain hit up Peter in the centre, right in his chest, before spreading quickly. He violently jerked backwards, his breath caught in his throat as he fell off of the ledge, hands flailing in the air in front of him as his vision blurred.

"No!" He leaped in right after him, diving off the ledge as fast as he could.

He scooped Peter up mid-air, landing swiftly on the ground and laying him down gently. "Peter?"

Peter gasped, his left hand laying by his side in a fist. The middle of his suit was burnt out, and Tony was holding his right hand to stop him touching the burns. "Hey, it'll be okay."

"I can't-I can't-" he coughed violently, turning left and watching blood end up on the ground.

"No, no, no! Come on, don't-"

"I mean, it was clearly a mistake." Bruce said when Tony stopped talking and clutched his forehead.

He huffed, "I nearly killed him. Me. Not-not the evil villain guy, it was-"

"You. Yeah I get it but it was a mistake."

Tony's eyes widened, "I sent him tumbling off a building. His-he-he wasn't breathing by the time I got him here and..."

May had been so furious. Which is why he didn't understand why she hadn't started yelling in the waiting room right there and then. Tony had begrudgingly told her what happened but she didn't react how he thought she would.

Bruce snapped his fingers, "Tony."

Tony frowned, "I have to go." He stood up.

"Go where?"

"I told May I'd swing by."

"We're not done here."

"Really? I think we are."

"Tony-"

"You were right. You're not a therapist. This isn't your thing." Tony said. Bruce opened his mouth to argue and was left throwing his hands in the air when his friend left the room.

"-a few hours. But then Janet's son drops by after school sometimes." May said, raising her eyebrows as she looked over to Peter while putting on her coat.

"Sounds good." He said quietly, not noticing her stares.

She sighed, "he's so sweet. You're age, actually. You two would get along great, I think he's coming today-"

"May."

"Okay, okay. I just thought-never mind." She said, putting up both hands defensively. "I'll be back in a few hours."

"I told you, I'm fine!" Peter whined from across his room, watching her purse her lips sadly.

"Okay. I'm off." She smiled, grabbing her bag and opening the door.

Peter watched from his bed and waited till she was out before throwing a web to his door and slamming it shut.

He fell back onto his bed, sighing and staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before someone knocked on the front door. He squinted, looking right at the bed to decide if it was worth getting up. Nah.

"Mr Parker, wanna let me in?" A familiar voice said through the walls. He quickly sat up on his bed, sighing in frustration and resting his forehead in his palm. "Sometime soon, preferably."

He got up and walked begrudgingly to the door, shaking his head before unlocking it.

Tony looked Peter up and down, "took you long enough. Is it-" he pointed to Peter's chest, and Peter looked down at it too. "That? Does it still hurt? It shouldn't…still hurt." Tony mumbled, walking into the apartment with Peter shutting the door.

"No, no, it's not-it doesn't-not a lot." He stammered.

Tony snapped his head towards Peter, "not a lot? So it does still hurt?"

"I mean, a little, I guess."

"It's not rocket science, does it or doesn't it?"

"It does." Peter said, watching Tony eagerly explore his home.

Peter rubbed his eye, "Mr Stark, no offence, but why are you here?"

"To check in." Tony replied, 'isn't it obvious?' hanging in there unsaid.

Peter nodded, "right. Right. Cool. I'm great."

Tony scoffed, "is that right? I think we should, you know, sit down and talk about what happened-what's happening right now, even-" he looked Peter up and down suspiciously.

Peter frowned, "nothing's happening!" He said a little too defensively, "and I can't talk anyway, I have…things to do."

"What things?"

"I-I have a chemistry test tomorrow." Peter said in his usual high-pitched voice that came out when he felt under-attack.

Tony frowned, "you know what's so cool nowadays? You get your homework online."

Peter shrugged, "yeah, that's-" he stopped, "wait-"

"What's even cooler, is that you don't have a chemistry test. Do you, Spider-Boy?"

Peter scoffed, "there's like a million classes. You didn't check all of them." He said dumbly. Yes, he totally could've checked them all, or gotten Vision or Friday or hundreds of other smart people wondering around the facility to do it.

"I didn't. Ned did." Tony said, surprising Peter.

"You talked to Ned?"

"What's so terrible about talking?" Tony said, ignoring his question and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Nothing. You can talk to Ned if you want." Peter tried, earning a glare from Tony.

"Don't be a smartass."

Peter sighed, "talk about what? I'm fine. Why can't you all just believe to me?"

"You're ignoring Happy's calls. If you picked up, you would've saved me a trip." Tony lied.

"I've just been busy."

Tony looked over to his side table and grabbed the notebook, flipping through a few pages. "Uh huh, with the non-existent Chemistry tests?"

"That's mine." Peter said, reaching and failing to grab it back. "Mr Stark-"

Tony frowned, paying more attention to the scrappy book in his hands. "You're still on this." He stated, scanning the pages a little before it was snatched out of his hand.

"I'm on it because I'm not being paranoid." Peter said loudly, tucking it away in his drawer.

"There's been no sightings or-"

"Is this what you came to say? That the thing that nearly got me killed isn't out to get me?"

Tony inhaled, "I was the one that pushed you, Peter. He's gone."

"There were three of us there and he got away, even from Vision. You don't think he's strong enough to come back?"

"Look." He sighed heavily, "starting from the beginning, first of all, I came to apologise-"

"I forgive you. Second?"

Tony smiled for a second, "second, eighty-five percent of enhanced individuals don't reappear after something like this."

Peter just stared like he didn't believe him, "you just made that up."

"I didn't. Friday can tell you. Look, they're looking for attention, they got it, they'll go hide for another year or so." Tony continued, patting Peter's shoulder, "And I've put an alert on it. The second he does come back, if he does, you'll be the first to know."

"Right. Well, it's only been three days since I came back, he can be out there."

"Kid, what happened out there-it shouldn't have happened. I wasn't paying attention, or I didn't look at the fight patterns properly, I was-"

"Mr Stark, it's fine."

"It's not fine." Tony stated, "May says you're not sleeping and you skipped a few classes. You fell off a building, I mean I didn't sleep for-"

"That's because you plummeted out of some alien wormhole, I-I fell off one building and not even halfway."

"But it still scares you." Tony interrupted, watching him tense up and stare intensely at the carpet.

"Maybe. A little."

"Peter, you-" Tony scoffed, "You died, technically. I was there." He continued in the most serious and worried voice he'd ever used with Peter, which Peter didn't think was possible after the ferry mishap.

Peter threw his hands in the air gently, "But it happens. I'm-I'm not delusional. I know that what I do, it can-that one day I might not...come home." He let out a shaky laugh, "I mean there's all these crazy powerful people with-with all this crazy tech and-" he stared hard at the carpet, trying to get his wording right, "you know, and sometimes I get hurt. More than I expect to. I know what I do is dangerous."

Tony nodded, "And I didn't say you didn't-we're getting sidetracked."

"Then why are you here?"

"To check up on you, I already said that."

"Yeah, but I'm fine."

"Your aunt doesn't think so."

Peter looked taken aback, she called him? "Yeah, well, she never thinks so, I'm fine!" He whined.

Tony seemed unconvinced, but nodded, "okay, I'll try another time. Just-just call me before you do something reckless this time."

"I didn't do anything reckless."

"I'd say not going to classes is reckless."

"I wouldn't."

"Peter."

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Fine." Peter said instantly, smiling and watching Tony get up and make his way out of his room.

"I mean it, call!" He heard Tony say before the door slammed a few seconds later and he finally relaxed.

He reached for his notebook again and flipped through the messy pages. A few minutes went by when someone knocked on the door again.

He groaned, setting the book down and opening the door. No one. He frowned, stepping out a little and looking down the empty corridor.

"Wow." He whispered, clenching his jaw and stepping back in to his apartment. He slammed the door shut and shook his head, staggering when a sudden pain hit him in his chest. He grabbed onto the shoe cupboard and took a few heavy breaths.

The ringing of the house phone right next to him made him jump and stagger. He cursed under his breath and picked up the phone with shaking hands.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

"Hello?" He tried again, louder and certainly sounding more frustrated.

He put it down and shook his head, leaning back against the wall and trying to control his breathing.

He should've talked.

A few minutes passed before he got ready to move, pushing himself off the wall and about to go back into his room.

He didn't know what happened next. One second he was standing, and the next he was screaming, gasping on the floor with a smashed door in pieces in front of him.

He looked up and crawled forwards, looking down the corridor. People had started coming out and were looking intently, and one of those, of course, was Tony.

Tony, who had clearly just ran back up those stairs. He was still running, only stopping when he saw Peter's face look down at him amidst the smoke.

Peter had his face buried in his arms on the table.

May was staring blankly at him, her chin resting on her fist.

And Tony. Tony was sitting opposite May, tapping his fingers on the back of his phone and occasionally glancing at them and the door. They'd been sitting in the same position for ten awkward minutes.

He sighed, moving forwards and putting an elbow on the table. "Peter, you're sure-"

Peter's head snapped up, "yes! There was no one there. I told you, I thought it was you but no one was there." He interrupted, earning another another sigh from Tony. He turned his head to May and reached out to her hand, "May, can you not stare at me like that?"

"You could've-" that's all it took for her to start tearing up again. Her hand was now wrapped around her forehead.

"May, come on." Peter said, squeezing her hand.

She just shook her head, "you couldn't have come with me?"

"Nothing happened."

"Actually, someone blew up your front door." Tony added, pointing vaguely at the door.

"I-"

"He's right, Peter, I can't-I mean aren't you scared even-" she couldn't form her words, so she just sighed angrily.

Tony raised his eyebrows, "I've got two rooms set up. Ready?"

"Yea-"

"No."

May looked at him in incredulously, "I'm not doing this with you right now."

"You go. I'll stay here and get a new door, you know, in case they show up. Be on lookout." Peter stated.

"Oh yeah, another door. That'll definitely keep'em out." Tony said sarcastically, "kid, just listen to your very smart aunt." He said, earning a look from her.

Peter sighed, "okay, fine." He would've tried harder, but unlike what Tony thought, he didn't actually have a death wish.

"Okay, let's-"

Peter jerked back at the sudden sound of things smashing around him. Tony was yelling at them to get down.

Glass continued to shatter, and he could see photo frames, paper and other things fall onto the floor in front of him while his heart raced like crazy.

They all ended up in the hallway. Tony continued staring into the trashed apartment, bullet holes everywhere and things smashed on the floor. He squinted at the dark red stains near the door and looked to Peter, who was still catching his breath.

He looked down at himself and then at May, who was gasping, her hands trembling and both placed on top of her stomach.

"May." He moved forwards, gently lowering her before she fell.

Peter looked up instantly, whispering "no" about a hundred times and grabbing her hands.

"Come on, kiddo, I've been waiting for an hour."

Peter kept his face buried in his arms, "I didn't ask you to."

"She's fine."

"Then why can't you let me stay with her?"

"The doctors told me. I told you. Come on now." He nodded his head towards the door and waited.

"No."

"I know this isn't an ideal situation but-"

Peter lifted his head to reveal red-rimmed eyes, "what if she dies?"

Tony frowned, walking over to him and taking a seat. "She won't. Where's this coming from? You were there, it was a-a graze. Anything else on your mind?"

Peter glared at him, "yeah, about a thousand things. Like why that guy would do that, if we would've made it out if I said yes instead of no and stalling for ten seconds, ten seconds can make a big difference. And-and you never even knew that-"

"Calm down."

He held his forehead, trying to stop himself from breaking down. This wasn't the time, or the place.

Tony leaned in, placing a hand on his arm, "This shouldn't be happening."

"If that guy knows who I am then…what's-I haven't even signed the Accords."

"And you won't. We'll find this guy before it gets out of hand."

"May nearly got shot!" Peter said loudly, "that's not out of control? We should be out there, looking for him."

Tony tensed, "You're not going out, there's literal danger lurking in the shadows, and if you can't see that-"

Peter sighed, "I can see that. What if the next step is to tell everyone who I am?"

Tony pursed his lips, "Rhodey and I are going, and Vision, obviously, but not you."

Peter's eyes narrowed, "I can draw him out."

"Leave that to us."

"You keep saying that."

"Yeah, well, how about you listen this time? We have a lead."

Peter sighed, "fine. Go."

"I'll be back."

"Obviously." Peter smiled, watching him nod and leave the room.

"You need anything, you-"

"Tell Friday, yeah, I know."

He lost track of time tapping around on his phone, replying to Ned, making an excuse for missing practice to MJ and then just reading. He looked up and around quickly when the lights went out.

That wasn't supposed to happen. Right? It's the Avengers Facility, it shouldn't happen.

"Friday?" He looked down at his dimly lit phone screen and turned on the flashlight. Something wasn't right. Not to mention that Friday, the AI that was programmed to answer him hadn't answered.

It was dark. Very dark. There weren't streetlights outside the Facility, just grass and that, which only made it that much scarier and darker inside. He fought petty criminals on the street, sure, but being alone in a huge never-ending building with the lights completely out was somehow worse.

"You know the thing about computers?" A loud voice echoed, making Peter nearly drop his phone. "They can be hacked."

It was deadly quiet. He could hear himself breathe. Hear how scared he sounded.

"There were easier ways for us to talk." Peter said confidently, turning the flashlight off and sliding down behind a sofa.

There was an uncomfortable pause, "I didn't want to talk."

Peter frowned, squeezing his eyes shut and listening to the sound of his heart thudding against his chest. There had to be a hundred ways out of a place this big, if he could see.

"How hard do you think it'll be to put this place on lockdown?"

"I think it'll be harder than you think." Peter replied, hoping he didn't come off as scared as he sounded. He took hold of his shaking fist and sighed, "there were two other people fighting you, not just me."

He didn't get an answer this time, just the sound of things clattering in a corner.

"Come on out, Spider, unless you want me to fight your Aunt instead."

Peter tensed, turning his head towards the noise. "She's not here. You should-you should leave."

"I should?"

"I think her room's down this way, right?"

Peter stood up immediately, throwing a web blindly towards the noise and pulling. He heard a thud, so that was probably good.

He ducked behind the sofa, narrowly missing whatever was thrown at him then instead smashed the panes of glass behind him. Mr Stark won't be happy. He lifted the sofa from the bottom and threw it forwards, webbing the ceiling and pulling himself up in the chaos of the sofa smashing the table and possibly inconveniencing the attacker.

He could see the reflecting of the sink below him. There was so much at stake here. Because his aunt was here, this psycho knew who he was, and he wasn't like every other dude trying to run from petty theft. He was trying to kill him.

Peter crawled closer to the corridor, which he was beginning to now make out.

"Emergency generators kicking in." A mechanic voice projected loudly, and Peter shook his head.

The room lit up like a Christmas tree, and Peter looked down in anticipation. It was definitely the man they'd fought earlier. He was wearing the same armour. He looked around and it took him a total of a few seconds to notice Peter on the ceiling. He points his palm towards his direction, and Peter webbed across the room to the corridor, landing on his feet and running down as fast as he could.

He got to the end and turned left, listening to the clanging of metal behind him get closer and closer. He didn't even know which one of the hundred rooms May was in. He'd never been in the infirmary, which he took as a good thing. If he didn't know, then the psycho wouldn't either.

He got to the basement and sighed in relief, tapping in the four numbers. He'd watched Tony type them in about-

Denied. Denied? That was it. He tried once more and and then moved back, running a hand through his hair in panic when the doors didn't budge. "Shit."

Tracking time wasn't his best suit. He was late a lot, whether that was to school or getting home. This time it was miscalculating how much he'd have once he reached here, which he hadn't thought of, because the workshop was a safe place. His plan was getting in, making another plan by the time this guy decided to go searching for May instead and then enacting on his newly thought plan.

It wasn't hard to get back up the stairs though. Tony should have another door up here too, he thought, ending up back in the maze of corridors. He ran straight down, remembering that he still had his phone, but not the time to make a call. What he wouldn't give to be in his suit right now.

He webbed up to the ceiling as soon as he re-entered the living room, missing another shot from behind. Then he lost his balance. He never lost his balance.

He fell hard. His head hit the corner of the marble table and if he thought he'd experienced pain before this, he was wrong. A pained cry escaped his mouth. He involuntarily rolled onto his back and tried blinking away he tears. His vision was already blurry, and it felt like he was having a migraine, but a hundred times worse.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably, even more so when he saw the blood on them from his head injury.

A blurry figure appeared in front of him, grabbing him by the collar and roughly pulling him up. "You're shaking like you're in Antarctica."

Peter drew ragged breaths, his hands weakly tugging at the strong grip around his collar. "Technology like this, it can change the world. And you're all too weak to see it."

I can't believe it took me a month to write this. With this one, I feel like I didn't write it as well as I imagined it (you get me?)….but better than nothing. This was for a request for Savvi and I'm going to be continuing this one for a part 2 btw!

And feel free to leave requests! Kinda running out of ideas here