Sam clicked his tongue in the vacant room. The doctors had him hooked onto a few monitors but we're otherwise focused on a cure. That had been two hours ago and he was getting antsy.

He felt fine. His body was a little tender from where Ava and Danny had hit him but other than that he was fine! So he maybe shouldn't have had whatever was in Peter's pocket. Rocket had given him worse when he was full time working with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Peter's mystery drink reminded him more of a Zantarian drink. One that was not given to minors, not that Rocket cared, that was harvested from a large arachnid-cow like creature.

Actually, it tasted very similar to it to. It just lacked the burn of alcohol that accompanied the alien creature. Granted, the alcohol in space was a lot more common than the alcohol on Earth.

Sam's eyes narrowed as he threw his blankets off his body. His face locked in a serious expression. He learned that the only types of coincidences that existed in life were being placed in the same cell as someone you knew.

He licked his dry lips. Despite cleaning his mouth to study and protect Sam, he could still taste the bittersweet flavor of a nonalcoholic popular substitute for adult alien milk and medicine.

He never thought he would ever say, no less think those words in that order in his life. He groaned thinking of where Peter could have gotten it. For one, he knew SHEILD had never seen a spider-cow. They would have asked him about a type of alien. He knew that Rocket mentioned the creature had enzymes in it's venom sac that allowed it to create it's unique flavor. Enzymes not available in any animal on earth. Unless there was a mutation.

The enzyme itself had no compatibility with lizards or aquatic life forms. It required oxygen and didn't do terribly well in creatures that made their own scales. No, it worked better in insect like creatures, bugs and arachnids. But they were extremely small.

Mutation would have to effect a large population in order to get a decent sample... Or it was much bigger than a spider...

"Web-Head!"

Sam jumped out of the bed, pulling bits of technology off of him. It wasn't even ten seconds later that he was restrained by SHEILD agents and knocked out. He was going to kill Peter.

Peter sat watching mind numbing television. He needed to get his mind off his potentially dying teammate. All he could think about was Sam's pale face lying helplessly in a hospital bed. He groaned helplessly. SHEILD would be able to figure it out. They were filled with scientists. Still. He had to see him.

He groaned as he left his house and made his way toward the sky scrapers of New York to reach the Helicarrier.

Phil Coulson was one of the best agents SHEILD has ever had. He could tell when someone was lying. Peter was one of the more obvious liars. He went either extremely evasive and comical, or he would become uncharacteristically cold. He was intolerable when he went cold.

That was why Coulson had every site Peter was on in the past year, every purchase online or by card, every viable camera footage of him or Spiderman being filtered through SHEILD's data base.

"Sir. The bottle Nova drank from has been found."

"Yes?"

"It's part of a set of eight. They are just regular glass bottles. There is nothing else listed."

"What site did he make the purchase?"

"Amazon sir."

"Find the address of the shipping locations and the factory. Agents Juarez and Cleets, you will be investigating. Find everything you can about them."

"Yes sir."

"Dammit."

Spiderman stood next to Sam who lie on the hospital bed, not moving anything but his chest. He lipped his mask off his face and stared down at his teammate.

"Why did you have to go through my pockets Buckethead? Why did you drink it?"

"And what exactly is it?" A new voice asked. Peter jumped. Turning his head he saw Powerman in the doorway.

"Don't worry. It's just me."

Peter still remained tense, staring into the black visor of his teammate.

"We're lucky."

"Excuse me?"

"Sam's body is flushing the toxin out of his body naturally. He should be fine in a day or two."

Peter's body relaxed in relief. He wasn't a killer. Sam was going to live.

"Still some nasty venom though."

Powerman didn't have time to react as he was pinned rather harshly to the wall. Peter's eyes were wide and frenzied, a foreign mix of fear and rage burned feverishly in his eyes.

"How?" Peter hissed. Luke grunted at the pressure from the smaller male.

"I didn't. You just confirmed."

"What?" Peter whispered loosening his hold on the team's strongman. A smirk graced Powerman's face.

"I may not be as smart as Ava or Danny, but I do know a few things about animals and my friends. There is no way you would be out buying drugs. You save money to help your Aunt May pay the bills. And, no offense, I can't imagine you in a lab all day making drugs. Add that to you not being on medication means that this is something you have during your free time."

"You went through my file didn't you?"

Powerman had the decency to blush a little at that comment.

"It's not like you tell us these things."

"Not much to say when you have documents on my entire life," Peter spat bitterly releasing Powerman. Powerman removed his shades, looking Peter directly in his eyes. His hand rested on Peter's shoulder, holding him in place.

"Look. I'm not saying that it was... Right to go through your life. From what I read, you didn't get much of a choice. And you still have family to protect."

"So do you."

"It's not the same. My parents know and accept what I do. They work with me. You are working hard to protect your Aunt and she has no idea."

"I'm not telling her."

"I'm not saying to. I'm saying that you have me."

"What?"

"If you need anything. Let me know. You obviously don't want Fury to know. And I can respect that. You already have most of your life documented here. What's a few things they dont know about?"

"Thanks Luke. Now not to be a Debbie Downer, but I'm pretty sure we are in one of the most paranoid agencies facilities and just admitted to my... Little problem."

"Yeah. I may or may not be responsible for some "damage" to the cameras in the hospital ward," he admitted sheepishly.

"What did you do?"

"Well... I couldn't exactly let my anger out on Sam for eating the last blue razzberry Popsicle so I may have been... A bit more creative with my anger outfit."

"You destroyed SHEILD's cameras for a blue razzberry Popsicle?"

"Yeah. Probably done more damage for a klondike bar."

Yeah... Sam knows. Peter doesn't know Sam knows. Luke knows. Peter knows Luke knows. Luke doesn't know Sam knows. Danny doesn't know. Ava doesn't know. Coulson doesn't know. SHEILD doesn't know. And nobody should mess with the blue razz berry Popsicles in the freezer.

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Obviously I have no idea where I'm going with this. Sort of... See you all next time!

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Bonus: Should I have an avenger make an appearance?