Peter felt awkwardly out of place and small in the sweatpants and hoodie, and temporary mask. It was nearly an exact replica of his own soot covered mask, but it was just different enough to feel foreign.

Captain America walked beside him, roughly twice his size and looking completely confident and awesome in his uniform. They had insisted on a medical check, a shower, and a change of clothes. His Aunt had been located just as the doctor gave him an all clear. But he'd been told nothing else since then.

"Where's my Aunt?" He asked for the hundredth time.

Steve regarded him for a second, before sighing. "Somewhere safe with a few of the Avengers. I don't know where they are right now. She's a little panicked and is demanding that she talk to you. We're going to give you a phone to contact her with in a minute."

Peter nodded. "What did you tell her?"

"That Osborn has escaped and that your connection with Harry puts you in possible danger."

They passed a group of people in Shield uniforms urgently jogging down the hall. Steve ignored them, so Peter tried to too.

"Oh, that makes sense, I guess. Will she be coming here?"

"Eventually, but Maxwell Dillon and Harmon Schultz were spotted in the city an hour ago, and Widow doesn't want to take any chances. So they're hiding for now."

They entered a large room bustling with Shield agents and computers. Tony Stark, out of the Iron Man suit, stood swiping at the air like there were holograms only he could see. If Peter had to guess, he'd say that the sunglasses Tony was wearing had something to do with it.

"Spidey! Get over here, I need you to tell me what you can about the slippery six." He gave the air one last flick before facing the teen.

"Uh," Spider-man approached, staring at all the screens and video feeds, "what exactly do you want to know?"

"Anything you can tell us from your first hand experience with them." Steve answered, crossing his arms.

"Okay, um, well, Max Dillon, or Electro, has a temper, and he doesn't appreciate puns. 'Specially ones related to his name or abilities. His powers are… unstable. He didn't seem to know half of what he was capable of when I last fought with him. He's always learning new tricks and stuff with them. But like I said, he's got a temper and will go back to just throwing lightning around when he's angry. Less tricky.

"Aleksei, the Rhino, he's a simple man. Loves his mom, but ended up on the wrong side of the law and doesn't have many qualms about it. Easily angered. Doesn't appreciate animal jokes. But I've been able to talk him out of a rampage… once. Usually I use his own strength against him and get him to run into something that's able to stop him. Like a power line. Or wet cement.

"Hermon, the Shocker, really doesn't like puns. Mine specifically. He's got anger management issues, and doesn't care much about collateral damage. Without his suit he's still a good fighter, but the suit and those gauntlets, dude. They're a pain in the butt."

Captain America's frown deepened after every sentence spoken. Not sure what he wasn't liking, Peter ignored him and kept going.

"Flint Marko, the Sandman. His powers would be much more devastating if he wasn't such an idiot, or if he didn't have a conscious. The more sand he has the less control he has over it and the less… cognitive he is. Get him wet and his sand becomes too heavy for him to move much. He has a temper and-"

"Let me guess," Tony interrupted, "he doesn't appreciate your jokes."

"Yes."

The man sighed tiredly, but amusement pulled his face into a smirk.

"Dr. Otto Octavius, big nerd. His arms are fast and strong and they hurt. But you get past the arms and it only takes one punch to knock the guy out. The problem is getting to him. He's an arrogant prick. He thinks he's on another level because of his high IQ. But it makes it easy to piss him off and make him stupid. He doesn't like puns. So, the worst kind of nerd.

"Norman Osborn is the biggest douche canoe of the century. He's absolutely insane and creepy. What makes him angry always seems random. Like I can poke fun at him all day and he's throwing insults right back like it's fun, I tell him I think he's medically insane and he flips. He's weirdly obsessed with me and thinks me and him would make a great team. But he's also told me that he wants to be the one to break me and kill me slowly. So. Yeah. He's also the smartest of the group. If I had to guess, I would say he's the ring leader. Or Doctor Octopus is making all the decisions, but there's no way Norman isn't manipulating and using him if he is the ring leader. But it surprises me that they're working together at all. I mean, none of them are really the 'gets along with others' type."

"Well, they did had plenty of bonding time and something in common to bond over." Tony shrugged and went back to swishing the air.

"Wait, they were held together in prison, like they spent time with each other? Who's bright idea was that?!"

Tony answered, shrugging again. "Most of them needed special containment measures, so they were held in the same area, and Rykers was trying to attempt group therapy for super villain convicts. It's what happens when they all get sent to the same place."

"Those were probably the worst words ever spoken to me. They did therapy together? Was it Rickers plan to have me killed?!"

Peter tried to imagine every super powered kook he'd fought sitting in a circle of folding chairs and shivered.

"How long have you been fighting people like this?" Steve asked, hands moving to his hips.

Peter sighed. "Alright, look, I know I'm young, but-"

A deafening alarm rang, as red lights flashed. Before Peter could even process the sudden noise, it stopped and the power shut off, plunging them into darkness.

The subtle buzz in the back of his head sprung to life as people began shouting orders and scrambling around in the dark. A few flashlights flicked on, and Steve grabbed his shoulders and started dragging him out of the room, using his body to shield him from… whatever was coming.

Tony Stark shouted something about a power surge, before bright electric streams burst from every outlet, computer, and cellphone. Agents screamed and collapsed as the arcs raced over them.

Dust seeped out of the vents and after a bit of loud clanging from the ceiling, sand gushed in.

Peter's heart was pounding. Captain America threw his shield at the wall of sand that formed in the doorway. It passed harmlessly through, and the wall chuckled.

"Ey, Spider-man," Marko formed in front of the wall, "'ts not like you to run into hidin'." He grinned. "Gotcha scared do we?"

Captain shoved him back. "Go, find a way out."

And he charged the man made of sand. But Peter didn't get the chance to decide what to do. Arcs of electricity gathered in front of him, melding into the crazed, smiling form of electro. Spider-man tried to dodge the attack, but it followed him. And suddenly Electro had his wrist in his grip. Not good.

A familiar pain washed over him, ripping at his muscles, and dancing across his skin. It stopped and Peter dropped to the ground, unable to move or call for help as he twitched sporadically.

"Here's hoping I didn't do any permanent damage." The man nudged him with his foot.

Peter's eyes fluttered shut and the last things he was aware of was the sound of Iron Man's repulsors, Electro yelping, and an explosion that kicked him all the way into unconsciousness

Sup. things are looking... very bad for Spidey.

I personally hate it when people have Spider-man give up/lose his secret identity so easily. (squints at marvel) But here I am, doing just that.

But to get the level of angst I wanted, it had to be done.

Thank you guys for reviewing! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!