honestly, I don't know the meaning of "leave them wanting more" so here's another chapter. Currently by back log is all gone. Notice the slight changes. This is now humor and angst.

"I came here to hit ninth graders with dodgeballs and chew bubblegum and I'maaaalll out of bubblegum."

A man in big aviators, white t-shirt and purple basketball shorts with matching sweatbands stood in the center of the gymnasium. He tossed a red kick ball from hand to hand.

"Um, Coach Barton, I got some bubblegum right here if you want."

A slow grin spread across his face. "Kowalski!" It was deathly silent for a moment. "You get an A for the day. You can sit out if you want. Everybody else, try not to get hit. If you can survive for 5 minutes you get an A for the quarter. If you hit me," he said, pausing for dramatic effect, "I'll give you a hundred bucks."

"That's Hawkeye?" Gwen asked as she watched the blood bath of thirty 14 year-olds try and fail to dodge the onslaught of red rubber balls. "I'm so glad we don't have PE anymore."

Peter shrugged. "I probably could beat him if I didn't hold back." His brow furrowed at the thought of trying not to dodge.

"About that," she said, bringing her eyes to him. "Are you gonna tell them about the... IBS?"

Peter frowned. "Irritable bowel syndrome?"

"No, Peter. The..." She looked around. "I meant the Itsy Bitsy Spider."

"I don't need Hydra after me for another reason. He'll just have to retire until all this blows over."

"What if it doesn't though? And I really don't think that keeping more secrets will help."

Peter sighed. "You're probably right, just not now okay? I haven't been there a full day and honestly, I'm not even really sure if I trust them."

"They are helping you. Helping us and Aunt May."

"Yeah but why? Helping me because they want to or because they just don't want Hydra to have me?"

Gwen sighed. "The two aren't mutually exclusive. But it's your secret and I'll support you."

Peter smiled gratefully. "Thanks Gwen, and I promise I'll tell them eventually, once I'm sure they won't use him." She nodded. "Hey, I.. Uh about-"

Gwen frowned at her phone. "Crap, I have to get the work I missed yesterday." She looked up at him and kissed his cheek. "Later okay? You should probably get the work you missed too."

Peter looked at her searchingly. "Yeah... Okay. Later."

"Doctor Banner," Peter greeted. "I'm Peter Parker. JARVIS said you were expecting me."

Bruce looked up from his electron microscope and smiled. "Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand.

Peter shook it and grinned. "Technically, we kinda met already." He handed Dr. Banner an old Kodak picture of his mother pregnant standing next to his father and thinner version of Bruce with jet black hair.

"Well look at that," Bruce said with a serene smile. "You know, you'd look just like him if you actually combed your hair and put those on," he said, gesturing toward the glasses resting in his breast pocket.

"I've been told. So I thought Tony said-"

Just at that moment, Tony walked in dressed in a greasy band tee and dark wash jeans. Peter tried not to stare at the glow in his chest. "We are here, man," he looked to Peter, "boy, to figure out why Hydra has its college recruiters after him." He snatched the picture from Banner's fingers. "Baby Bruce and fetus Parker. Adorable. Almost as adorable as-"

"I swear, if you finish that sentence, I will reprogram JARVIS so that he sounds like the psychic from Poltergeist."

Tony smirked. "Are you even old enough to see that movie? I can install a night light in your bedroom if it gave you nightmares."

"It wasn't so bad. It came out a loong time ago. What was the rating again? You should remember. Weren't you my age when it came out?"

"Alright, you two," Bruce chastised, though he had to force the small smile off his face. "Hydra, remember? I hear you had a hand in the the Lizard thing."

Peter looked down at the floor sheepishly. "I thought I was helping. He wanted to regrow his arm I- we didn't now the side effects."

Tony nodded. "Nobody blames you, kid. What I want to know how this is related to Banner's research besides the fact that it turned its subjects into big green angry monsters."

Peter shrugged and turned to the man in question. This was the first time he heard that they were connected besides the one picture he had of them together.

"I was trying to recreate the serum, he was trying to recreate the effects using a different method. Eventually he left to work for OsCorp."

"There, he created the equation that helped with the mutation but took with him to the grave... Until I found it that is." The I should have left well enough alone was unspoken. "Doctor Connors wasn't all mad sciencey until he regrew his arm, which, now that I say it out loud, might not be true, but he wasn't turn the city-into-sleestaks crazy."

Tony's eyebrow shout up. "You watched Land of the Lost?"

Peter shrugged, "The Will Ferrel version."

He pinched his brow. "Out. I can't talk to infants right now."

Banner sighed heavily and Peter raised his hands in submission. "Hey, it wasn't me this time, Doc. You know, my Aunt May is looking for a bridge partner-"

"SO... The only reason we don't have green people running around is because of-"

"Spider-Man," Tony finished.

"You don't think he's part spider like the cleverly named Lizard?"

"Maybe. If they used the same process, he could be just as mentally unstable. Did he seem mentally unstable to you?"

Peter tried not to seem as uncomfortable with the topic as he actually was. Even as he thought that this would be a good time to come clean, his mouth worked faster than his logic. "I, uh, didn't really get to talk to him much. He only had time to ask me and Gwen to prepare the antidote before he took off to fight Doct- the Lizard."

"Well he goes out and fights petty criminals, so he might have a few screws loose." Tony said thoughtfully.

"Hey! And I might be biased because he saved my life and everyone in Manhattan, but he seemed pretty okay to me. I mean, I didn't see Earth's Mightiest there helping."

Tony looked at Bruce in a way that Peter couldn't interpret. "Well most of us were out of town. Natasha- Talia Romanova- was in DC with the Cap taking down Shield and Hydra. They did a pretty shitty job in hindsight-"

"-You can say that again-"

"I was in Malibu trying to rebuild my house after, it, you know ,fell into the ocean. Thor was in Asgard, still is, and Barton was called out for some bogus mission in Rio. The only Avenger who was here-"

"Was me, and I would have gone out if it got too hairy, but I don't think calling the Big Guy out would have been the best idea. You don't call in a jackhammer to push buttons on sensitive equipment."

Peter nodded and tried to quash that feeling in the back of his mind that it was the Avengers fault that Captain Stacy died. He did however let himself ruefully hope that he didn't get too close to Tony and Doctor Banner. He had a pretty shitty track record with keeping father figures alive. Peter shook himself out of his own thoughts and frowned at the sympathetic, knowing looks the two men were giving him. "I don't know, Clash of the Unjolly Green Giants. Could've had pay per view."

"I've been saying that!" Tony shouted enthusiastically. "You should've seen him during the battle of New York. Ruined my floor with the bad guy. Glorious."

Bruce ignored him. "What about those webs he's been using? Do you know anything about that, Peter?"

Tony pulled up the 3D display and showed what looked like a cylindrical fishing net. "I've collected some samples around the city, but they decay too fast to really be able to analyze properly. As far as I can tell, it's similar to carbon nanotubes."

"Well, they are carbon nanotubes," Peter bit his lip. He didn't want to give to much away about his hand in creating the web. "Well at least that's what they were working on at OsCorp. I don't wanna say too much, I'm talking to the CEO of Stark Industries here. This is basically corporate espionage."

Tony scoffed. "I'm not the CEO anymore. Besides, I've been producing carbon nanotubes since before I was Iron Man. What I'm curious about is how Spider-Man developed his so that it would be sticky and strong yet biodegradable."

"Well when you put it that way, also seeing as I don't actually work for OsCorp... I've been looking into it, too." He could at least point them in the right direction without incriminating himself. "For the sticking, wouldn't it be fairly simple to treat the 'web' with a sticky resin? As for the web itself, replace the carbon with a carbon like molecule, one that reverts back to its original state after exposure to sunlight or air or whatever. I haven't really been able to test it. Turns out, people don't like it when you break into there business to ask a girl out. Or, you know, crap on the laws of nature." Peter shrugged.

Tony smirked. "Their loss, kid."

"I don't think I've had spaghetti like this since, 1941, ma'am."

She giggled. "Please, call me Aunt May. Everybody does eventually. And I should hope so, I pulled out one of my momma's old recipes just for you." She didn't bother to mention that she hoped to feed herself and Peter with the batch he was currently finishing off."

"Well, that's really kind of you," thanked Steve. "Makes me wish I didn't have to leave so soon."

Aunt May frowned. "Were are you going? If you don't mind me asking. I understand if its tight-lipped, hush hush."

Steve's smile faltered a bit. "It seems like I'm not the only one who survived certain death during the war. Me and Sam- you haven't met him, he's visiting his sister right now- were gonna go looking for him, for Bucky."

Aunt May's heart clenched. She knew the story well, going to school during a time when nationalism was taught more strictly than math. "You find him. If what they said was true when I was a girl, he was your best friend." Steve nodded in agreement. "How long will you be gone?"

She saw Steve physically steel himself. "As long as it takes. But I may just have to come back every now and again, if you make spaghetti like this, Aunt May."

She patted his hand gently before pulling him into a hug. "You come back as often as you want, sweetheart. Just make sure you eat you're spinach so I don't worry."

He pulled away and grinned. "Hey. I got that reference."