Chapter 6

So you guys have person is particular to thank for this chapter. Me for one, you know for writing it. Then thank nagagoo who informed me in the reviews that it was in fact is birthday. Hopefully he/she was telling the truth because I was motivated to write this because that.

-Lalalala lin break-

Peter flopped down on his bed. His new bed, bedroom, house….err more like building...an entire building. Tony, Bruce and Steve drove him down here with his stuff and welcomed him with open arms. Not only them but everyone else, Pepper, Clint, Natasha, and anyone else that Peter saw and greeted him.

Tony showed him new room which was about as big as his house. His bed was a king, he had two couches with a giant flat screen TV. And the view, for some people it would freak out. But for him, it was perfect. Perfect for Peter Parker and Spider-Man.

Sitting up in his bed he look toward his things, four boxes and two bags. Thats all he packed, all he needed. Everything else was Aunt Mays.

He already decided that he wouldn't be Spider-Man for awhile unless it was needed, so he could get used to people schedules. That way he can sneak out easier. Peter needed to especially pay attention to Tony, since he was known for staying up all night.

"Mr. Parker, Tony would like me to inform you that dinner is almost ready." A voice said, coming out of nowhere. Peter now knew that the voice was Jarvis, Tony's AI and personal butler.

"Thanks Jarvis." Peter said swinging his legs off his bed and walked to the doorway. Before he went out he turned and looked at his room again. Slowly Peter started to smile as he thought, this isn't home, but it will be. He walked out the door and into the hallway, at a good pace he reached the elevator. With a simple push of a button the doors opened and Peter stepped in. Pushing another the doors closed and felt the elevator begin to move up. The dining room, he still remembered it when he was here last time. But at that time he was Spider-Man, so when he saw it for the second time he had to act shocked and amazed. Which he still was, because it was an amazing room.

When he reached the level that was the dining room/living room the doors open and his nose was attacked with amazing smells of food. He stomach gave a loud grumble, confirming that he was in fact, very hungry. Walking into the room he only spotted Steve, he was in the kitchen standing in front of the stove. He was picking whatever he was cooking and placing them on plates. Turning around with plates in his hands Steve spotted Peter and smiled.

"Hope you're hungry. I made a lot." Steve said placing the plates on the table.

Walking over to the table Peter took a seat, his stomach still grumbling. Smiling at the sound Steve also sat down. "Jarvis can you inform the rest that dinner is now ready?" Steve asked Jarvis.

"Right away Mr. Rogers." Jarvis responded.

"So, how do you like your room?" Steve asked, placing his elbows on the table folding his hands in front him and resting his chin on his hands.

Peter scratched his cheek and coughed a little. "Its uhh...big."

Steve smiled. "I know what you mean, every room in this place is big. I still remember living in a one bedroom apartment."

The elevator door dinged signaling someone was joining them. Peter turned to see Bruce, Tony and Clint walk out. They seemed to be fighting over something.

"No I'm telling you we need him on the team!" Tony shouted at Clint as they sat down at the table. Bruce let out a sigh and helped Steve put the food on the table. Peter's stomach grumbled as he looked and smelled the food, not listening to the fighting. Steve made rosemary seasoned chicken, homemade mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli.

"And I'm telling you, Fury will not let that happen! What part of 'the police have a big red target on his head' do you not understand!" Clint yelled back. Angrily smashing a spoon full of potatoes on his plate. Tony then stabbed a chicken and placed on his place. Who knew plating food could be so violent? Peter thought as he silently and gently placed his food on his plate.

"The part where you won't listen to me! Have you seen the videos of this guy? He's amazing!" Tony yelled back.

Steve and Bruce finally sat down after pouring glasses full of water. "What are you talking about?" Steve asked, taking a sip from his glass then began to dish up.

"Tony wants to recruit a new member to the Avengers. And I'm telling him that we can't have anyone new." Clint said.

"Why not?" Steve asked taking a bite of the chicken.

"Clint says because we couldn't trust him. That a 'vigliante' is a perfect example of someone we can't trust." Tony said shoveling a huge pile of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Clint started yelling at Tony and Tony yelling at Clint. All while Peter sat there, not making a sound. Peter gently picked up his glass to take a drink.

"I told you Spider-Man is perfect for this team!" Tony yelled.

Peter started to choke on his water. Putting the glass down he went into a coughing fit. All eyes turned on him and Steve got up to pat his back, helping to stop his coughing.

"You okay, kid?" Tony asked.

Tears in his eyes Peter nodded his head, taking a couple gulps of breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Went down the wrong way." Coughing a couple more times and wiping away the tears. "Thanks Mr. Rogers."

"Call me 're part of the family now." Steve said with a smile and sat back down.

Tony mumbled under his breath. "Spider-Man could be part of the family to."

Clint slammed his fork down and stood up ready to shout at Tony when the elevator door dinged again. Walking in was Natasha and Pepper. Seeing the two women Clint quickly sat back down, put his head down and started to eat again. Tony plastered on a sweet smile for his girlfriend.

"Hello Pepper, do you think Spider-Man should join the team?" Tony asked. Clint dropped his fork and glared at him.

Natasha tilted her head. "I didn't know we were looking for a new member." Said sitting down, and started to dish up. Pepper did the same.

"We aren't." Clint growled at Tony, glaring at him. Tony glared right back.

Clearing his throat Peter stood up. "Well I'm off to bed. Lots to do tomorrow, unpack my 5 shirts, maybe even my pants. Busy day." Peter said backing slowly toward the elevator. "Goodnight!" He said pushing the button to open the elevator and quickly getting in and closing it. Sighing and running a hand through his hair. The elevator door dinged signaling that he was at his room. Letting out another sigh he walked into his new room. Looking at his room his heart started to ached. He should be at his house with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Peter took a big breath. This was his new life. Living in a giant building with almost an entire floor for his room. Living with the Avengers. The Avengers. All while one of them is trying to convince the other to recruit Spider-Man. Recruit Peter.

Walking toward his bed where he tossed his backpack. He needed to clear his mind. Swinging around should help. Just when he was about to pull out his suit he remember something.

"Jarvis?" Peter asked into the air. Sure enough the AI responded.

"Yes, ?" Jarvis replied.

"Is there any...um, privacy setting with you?" Peter asked hesitantly.

"Of course. If you set a time to begin and end it I will not be allowed to bother you or tell others where you are. I will simply say you are in your room." Jarvis replied with his robot British accent.

"Okay, lets set the time now, until….3am, I guess?" Peter said.

"The time of has been set. Anything else Mr. Parker?"

"Uh, no, thats all...thank you." Peter said. Then he pulled out his suit. Quickly with a lot of practice he put on his suit. Moving toward the door that lead out on the balcony, he moved on the railing. Looking out into the city without his mask, feeling the wind against his face, Peter felt better. Pulling on the mask, he leaned forward until he fell. Closing his eyes he let himself fall. Snapping his eyes open he flick his wrist the a near building, his body no longer falling, but now swinging. Feeling a smile on his face he let out a whoop and went to go find some bad guys.

-Lalalala Line break-

" , has asked me to inform you breakfast is ready."

Peter mumbled something, turning over onto his stomach and cuddling more into the pillow. Falling back asleep again.

" would also like to say breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Jarvis said.

Mumbling something again into the pillow, Peter flexed his back and groaned. Why does it hurt? Why does everything hurt? Peter thought. Then groaned again at the memory.

Fire, smoke, screaming women to save their baby. Peter moved through the burning building toward the crying baby. Finally reaching the apartment where the crying was coming front, Peter kicked down the door, a waft of smoke blasted toward him. Waving it and moving lower to the ground Peter moved toward the crying. Finally reaching the baby the picked it up and rocked it a few times. Moving toward the window he broke it and wrapped the baby in webbing, lowering it down to the arms of some firefighters. When the baby was safe Peter let go of the webbing and stood back so he could leap out. But before he could his spider sense tingle, and before he could move he was down. A piece of the ceiling crashed him down and now the fiery piece was on his back. Groaning he pushed up, moving the piece off his back. But it was too late his back was up to his feet he moved back then out leap out of the window. Gritting his teeth from the pain he swung his way toward the tower.

Slowly he pushed up, groaning the entire time. He crawled his way toward the edge of the bed. Moving his legs over the the bed he got up and slowly and gingerly walked to his bathroom. Turning on the lights he closed his eyes quickly then blinked a few times to get used to it. When he could finally open his eyes all the way he turned his back toward the mirror and look at it. His back was burned, but thanks to his spidey powers it started to heal. It still hurt… a lot. Sighing he turned back around and looks at his face. Bags under his eyes, add in the dark circles. In simple terms, he looked like hell.

"Breakfast is growing cold ." Jarvis said in a sing song voice.

"Yeah I know. Tell them….umm….that I will be down soon." Peter said. "Tell them….that um… I burnt tongue a bit last night…."