A/N) Hi! I'm back again. Already? Yeah, I know; I was surprised too. Anyway, Imma tell you why I'm here again.

So I publish the last chapter a couple of hours ago. I turn off my computer for a while, you know, to do other things than the internet. (I know, crazy, right?) But I come back on about two hours later, and my inbox has six emails! SIX!

Now this may not seem like much to you, but I am anti-social, and only get emails from Pintrest. Turns out, four people have reviewed already. Thanks alot! Not to mention the others who started following this story. Thank you all a bunch!

Anyways, I have a question. I realized after I posted the first chapter that some things might not entirely follow the canon as much as I thought. If this is the case, Should I say it's an AU story? I dunno. (Me either).

So, review responses! Go!

Spiderman1fan: Yes, there probably will be. I don't want to spoil too much, though, so you'll have to wait, I guess. Sorry... (Don't be so apologetic)

Guest: Um, you- the one who hoped I would update soon! Here I am! (Unfortunately, I probably won't be updating again until the Sunday after this Sunday. If that made sense)

Guest of honour: Well, you may or may not be finding out this chapter...

Batman111893: Yay! Does this mean you approve? I wasn't sure if I'd done his charector right

Chapter two

Tony Stark was smart. A genius, as many people imagined. It was true, his intellect was fantastic, and his IQ was quite high, too. He managed to hold fantastically complicated conversations with Bruce Banner- one of the most famed scientists of their time. He had created J.A.R.V.I.S, an AI that seemed to actually comprehend human emotions. He was Ironman! He had created countless suits of armour and each were equipped with dangerous weapons that made most criminals cower in fear.

So, why? Why was he having trouble with one, measly, kid?

Spiderman. (Or Spiderboy, perhaps Spiderkid. Whatever). He had no idea how old he was, but from witnesses he knew that he sounded male and was about 5'4. He generally 'patrolled' around Queens, some parts of Manhattan, and sometimes surrounding areas.

This indicated that he lived in that area, but for all Stark knew, it could be a bluff. The kid was smart, if he had made those 'Webshooter' thingies. (Stark made a mental note to ask how he had made those- if they ever caught him). Then again, he could be double-bluffing. Or even triple bluffing!

Oops, he was already messing with his mind.

Stark sighed and leaned back into his desk chair, rubbing his forehead in a circle motion. He looked out the window of his 'messy' lab (as Pepper had comented earlier today) and saw that the moon was well into the dark sky. How had it gotten so late?

It had been one week since Coulson had visited them, and since then, Tony had gotten into a strict routine. He had not expected the challenge to be so hard- he was used to things coming easily, but it seemed that Spiderman could cover his tracks fairly well. The challenge was refreshing, and addicting.

He usually got up early to spar with Spangles and have breakfast. After that he would work on some side projects, and then have lunch. After which he would spend the rest of the day, and more recently night, too, examining everything he could find on the Arachnid.

Meanwhile, Hawkeye and Natasha would be out prowling the night, trying to find Spiderman. Maybe he had a routine. Was he a creature of routine, perhaps? If so, maybe the information could help in some way? Probably not, but he was grasping at straws here!

How could one bug get away from seven, mighty, Avengers? This was ridiculous! He was making them struggle without even trying.

... Or perhaps he was trying. Did Spiderman know that they were still searching for him? He knew that Coulson and some other agents had jumped Spiderman at some point. How long ago was that? He had not asked. Perhaps it was in the folder Coulson had given them.

He kicked off from his desk, taking advantage of the wheels on his chair. The unexpected cramp pain was enough to make him wonder how long he'd been sitting like that. He shrugged and decided to ask his only witness as he collected the folder. "JARVIS, how long have I been in here?"

He kicked back off to his original spot, in front of a computer with a clip of Spiderman saving the person who was shakily holding the camera. One of the only first-person clips that existed. You could faintly hear Spiderman's voice over the wind as he saved the person from a speeding truck. He mainly spoke in taunts and sarcastic quips, Stark noticed, almost like himself.

"You have been here for 573 minutes, sir. Do you wish to retire for the night? I can shut everything down for you." Tony waved him off; he could stay up for a few more hours.

"That's fine JARVIS. I'll stay up for a little while longer."

"But sir, miss Potts asked me to-"

"Chill, JARVIS. No one needs to know." Tony retorted. "'Sides, the only way she will find out is if you tattle tale, my dear old buddy JARVIS." He looked imporingly at one of the cameras in the room, knowing J.A.R.V.I.S would see it.

But there was actually a reason for him wanting to stay up, other than for the challenge, or S.H.I.E.L.D, or his team mates. No, Tony smelled something fishy in the air. Why would Coulson want Spiderman? There had to be a reason. They were doing just fine without another enhanced human. No one else seemed to notice the lack of reasoning, though.

Tony had narrowed it down to three possibilities:

Number one- They were paranoid. S.H.I.E.L.D wanted complete control over all of the vigilantes and superpowered beings.

Number two- They wanted to lock him up. The Daily Bugle was not a big fan of Spiderman, and they had lots of influence. Either S.H.I.E.L.D agreed with them, or the public had caused such a stir that they had to do something about it.

Number three- Something big was coming. S.H.I.E.L.D knew about a big danger and was preparing for it by collecting as many followers as they could.

Personally, Tony thought that the third one was the most possible. While S.H.I.E.L.D was paranoid, Spiderman wasn't doing any imediate damage yet. In fact, since he had appeared, crimes had gone down by quite a large margin.

Tony did not think that S.H.I.E.L.D could be so conceited as to believe a gossip paper. And there was not a noticable stir in the public as of yet. So, something dangerous was coming- or so he thought- but it was a very educated guess.

So not only was he trying to find Spiderman, but he was also trying to find out what S.H.I.E.L.D was hiding.

He glanced at the useless file he had pulled from the folder. It was 'all the information they had on Spiderman', asCoulson had said. Tony snorted. All it said was common knowledge- things you could get off of Wikepedia.

Tony sighed and looked back at the window, through which he could see the moon had risen noticably since he had last checked. He supposed his thoughts got a little carried away.

Tony stood up and stretched, making the kinks in his back pop loudly. "JARVIS, shut it all down, will you?"

"Of course, sir."

"Seen anything yet, Tash?" Hawkeye asked through the comunication device. They were currently looking for a certain Arachnid. No luck so far, but they had only been at it for, what? A week?

... Oh, who was he kidding! A week was long enough to at least have caught a plimpse of him. But no, there was nothing. It was almost as if he was actively avoiding them!

Honestly, the possibility was not low, considering two of the best assassins in the world were after him. Surely it could not have been accident that they had not seen even one bit of him?

Okay, this was a lie. They had seen some leftover web on a building, but did that really count? According to Coulson and Tony, the things were man made. Not something you could buy at your typical corner shop, either. Hawkeye sighed, but continued his mission. (Mission being: 'jump on all the roofs 'til you catch Spidey').

He was following a route that Bruce had set for them, using the data from the folder Coulson had given them. He was to turn left when he saw the Empire state building, which was only about five buildings in front of him.

When he reached the turning point, he suddenly realised that Natasha had not responded to his question yet. What did that mean? "Natasha?" He asked, holding his finger up to his ear. "Are you there, Natasha?"

There was silence for the most part, and Clint listened hard for her voice. The only thing he could hear was the traffic far beneath him, and the choppy wind breathing up his neck.

Then, he heard a quiet, almost indescernable voice through the comm, despite being lodged into his ear. "Target sighted." Was all she said, but it was enough information to get him excited. Finally, they had found him!

Then he whispered, just as quietly back, in case Spiderman had super spider hearing as well. "Where are you?"

The answer was not imediate, but Clint could tell that she was just being careful, trying not to blow her cover. "Coolidge Avenue, off of Union Turnpike. Hurry up!" She hissed lowly. Knowing Natasha's own route, Clint set off quickly, hoping not to miss this chance.

Peter had been getting it all week.

His Spidey-sense. It had been nagging him nonstop recently, like he was being followed. Which he probably was.

His Spidey-sense had never been wrong before, so he was sure this was no different. That meant he had had to be super careful recently. He had been on edge, even when he wasn't wearing his suit. Perhaps he was being paranoid, because he could not see anything around him. But you never really new in New York. Criminals everywhere.

For now, Peter ignored his Spider sense. He was getting tired of avoiding a person he could more than probably take down, so he continued the rest of his rounds as he normally would.

The person appeared to be following him still, but was not doing anything. Perhaps it was just some crazy fan. Some crazy fan who could keep up with him rather well. Peter frowned and snorted to himself.

Thing was, if the person was not a friendly, why was he or she not attacking him? He wasn't exactly out in the open, as most crimes happened in back alleys like this.

Speaking of which, he suddenly changed direction mid-air, hearing what sounded like a muffeled scream. He was there in no time, and no serious damage appeared to have happened yet, so he casually swung in behind the armed thug, without him noticing.

The girl the man had cornered physically relaxed when she saw him, and he grinned when the guy turned around slowly with a hint of caution. He looked so completely and utterly scared that Peter actually laughed.

"Aww, why the long face?" He asked, standing totally relaxed.

The thug just stared at him, eyes shimmering like a kicked puppy. "Aren't you happy to see me? I came down here just for you!" He said, before feigning a punch to his jaw, making the guy accidently drop his gun in order to protect himself.

Peter quickly grabbed the gun with one of his webs, but flung it at the man's side, so he was knocked out. He quickly webbed the guy up against the wall, before turning to check on the girl. But she had already bolted, so Peter shrugged and continued on his way.

He was only on his second web sling, when the person who had been following him finally attacked him, leaping so that he was body slammed onto one of the shorter buildings in the area.

He squeaked a little when they landed on cold, hard gravel, him taking most of the brunt of the fall. "Ow, ow, ow..." He mumbled absently, knowing that landing on his stomach like that had probably bruised a rib or two. The pain didn't stop his arsenal of witty comments, though.

"Took you long enough. I was getting tired of waiting to be jumped." He mumbled into the gravel, which his attacker probably did not even hear.

... Or two attackers, as right before him stood...

Hang on...

Was that... Hawkeye?