Chapter Three: Spies and Webshooters

A/N: This is only a fanfiction, but maybe it will suffice until Avenger's 4. This isn't really how I think the movie will go, but I wanted to write for the Spider-men!

My sister says my depiction of heaven in this fanfic is inaccurate; she is right, but please bear with my limited imagination and my desire to have Peter hang out with his parents.

"We're going back!" Ned said.

"Not exactly," Uncle Ben said to Peter's now worried parents. "They think they can go into the soul stone Thanos has and guilt-trip his soul into bringing them back to life."

Richard Parker looked down at the ground, deep in thought, while Mary Parker marched over to Uncle Ben. "Why did you tell them about the soul stone?"

"Oh, come, Mary," Uncle Ben replied. "They were going to keep theorizing until the cows came home."

"Thanos is never going to listen to them. If they go into the soul stone, they'll have to see his evil thoughts, they'll learn about terrible things he did, and what if they get trapped inside the stone forever?" She elaborated.

"We could get trapped in the stone?" Ned asked. "That's totally not cool."

"We don't know that that can happen," Uncle Ben said.

"Mom, we'll be fine. I've faced him before," Peter said as she winced at them. "Yeah, yeah, I did lose. But we might win this time!"

"Peter, I know you've been fighting villains and stopping crime, but you won those battles because you were smarter and stronger than those villains," She said. "This is different. You're betting on the fact you think that he'll actually listen to you."

"Listen to your mom," his dad said. "He's not going to listen to you. We don't want to see you hurt again."

"Please, let someone else defeat him," his mom said. "And you don't belong dragging Ned into this."

"Look," Peter said. "I know it's wacky, but we have to try."

"Mr. and Mrs. Parker," Ned said. "It was my idea. I just want to see my family again. I mean, Peter has all of you, I mean…"

The grown-ups understood Ned, but they didn't want to lose them to a lost cause.

Peter said, "Look, if there's a chance we could stop Thanos and bring everyone back, then we have to do it."

"But, Peter," his dad said. "This fight is no longer in your hands. It's not your responsibility."

"It's my responsibility if there is something I can do about it," Peter replied.

"If this is what you know you should do," Richard Parker said quietly. "Then do it."

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Later in the Parker household, Peter wandered around the rooms. The others had gone out. He went into his parents' rooms. It was spying, he supposed, but on earth his parents' things were some of the only things he had to remind him of his parents. He'd done silly things as a kid like try on his mom's glasses and walk up and down stairs or put on his dad's giant shoes and stomp around the house. Eventually, they'd given away most of his parents' things.

His curiosity led him to his mom's room. In one corner a shelf held a bunch of scientific scrolls. On another was a type of robotic mini-lab, but the main thing Peter saw in the room were the giant photos. There were large photos of her family and close friends and then there were smaller photos of people Peter didn't recognize. A wall applique above them said, "All the people that made a difference in my life." As Peter looked at the photos, the pictures changed to different ones. The photo of Peter progressed from an infant year by year to his current age. It might have been that Peter was spying on his mom right now, but apparently she'd already been spying on him. Besides, she had told him that he could look around the house.

He went out the door and then he opened the door beside it – his dad's room. He blinked. This room looked the same, in fact, if it wasn't for the fact that there was clearly only one door behind him, he would've said it was exactly the same room. He strode over to the closet, took out a shirt, and threw it on the bed. Then he walked out the door from his dad's room and into the door for his mom's room. The shirt was still there but Peter could only see one door from the inside of the room.

Well, this was confusing.

He had his own room and so did Ned and Uncle Ben. Maybe the doors were portals and the rooms were in another dimension. He shook his head. 'No that's ridiculous.' He'd climbed out the window of his own room pretty often and it was on the real outside of their house. He walked out the front archway of the house. (They didn't have a front door because there wasn't any theft here and the doors to the bedrooms were really for privacy.) After a quick jog up the side of the house and around the back to where his parents' room was, he looked in through the window. Through this window he could see two doors on inside of his parents' room, plus the closet door. He slipped in through the window and suddenly there was only one door.

He went to the kitchen and started cooking because it didn't seem like he was going to solve the mystery of the doors anytime soon. It wasn't too long before his family returned.

"So, Peter," his mom said. "How are you?" Peter looked up suddenly. He still hadn't gotten used to hearing his parents again but they were familiar enough not to trigger his spider-sense.

"Fine," he said, pouring some popcorn into a bowl and wondering how best to bring up the doors.

His mom took the popcorn bowl and set it on the kitchen island counter. "I don't know if you know this, but Richard and I used to be secret agents."

Peter looked up, "as in…"

"Spies." His mom smiled.

"Well, I knew that you worked for the government."

"Yes, well, we kept it hidden from you. It was easy since you were so young and Ben and May doted on you so much whenever we were gone." His mom looked down, lost in thought. "Every time we got home, you would tell us about going to the zoo or baking pizzas. Ben and May never complained about taking care of you either, I think you filled their lives in a way because they couldn't have kids."

His mom got out some vegetables and started fixing a salad as she continued to talk, "So, at the time, I didn't feel bad about spending so much time away from you. Fury warned us our jobs were dangerous, but we didn't ever think anything would happen."

"But you were protecting the world."

"Yes, but I lost you. I could've transferred to another job or something." She hugged him, "I just want you to know that I love you and I'm sorry."

"I know. But I haven't had a terrible life," he said, but his mom gave him a disbelieving look. "I've had a lot of fun, really, I have. I have superpowers, good friends, and I've helped a lot of people."

"I know you want to get home," she said. "But just be careful."

"You know I will."

There was silence for a bit.

"There's something I don't understand, mom. I went into your room and dad's room but they were the same."

"Oh that, that's because everyone gets their own room, but we wanted to share."

"But it doesn't make sense," Peter said. "On the outside there are two doors but inside there is only one."

"This house," she said, "is a combination of philosophy and materialism not possible on earth. If you are going to fight Thanos in the soul stone, you should expect to see more conundrums. But I trust that you will figure them out."

They worked a bit longer on the food, and then the others came home. After dinner, Peter went to his room and fell asleep finding it ironic that his mom blamed herself and that he'd never realized that his parents were spies.

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Peter woke up and he walked downstairs but heard noises from the basement. He went in and saw his dad hunched over the tech bench, working on something. The glint of chrome shone through the gaps between his fingers. Peter slouched over by his dad's side, peering over his shoulder.

His dad was building a pair of webshooters.

"Morning, son," his dad grunted.

"…Hey, dad," Peter said, it was still strange to call him dad on account of his parent's plane crash being when he still called his dad, "daddy."

His dad was holding a laser device to solder the ridges in place on the webshooters, then he set the device down and turned to Peter. "When these cool down, and you add your touch, these are for you."

"Thanks," Peter replied.

They didn't talk that much, but it felt so good for Peter to be working by his dad's side. Despite this, he knew he had to find some way to get back to Aunt May and save the universe.

A/N: Is this fanfic too cheesy? Read and review!