And this took me all day to write. (I started at 10. It's now 4.30)

Enjoy the last chapter and tell me what you think please :)

Steve and Peter were alone in the Avengers Mansion for the first two days. The others had gone to the Extremis hide out and – as Clint put it – they had blown it sky high. No one gave any real detail about what happened but from the burns, cuts and grazes it had been intense. All Peter knew was that they wouldn't be attacked by that group again. Bruce told him all he remembered. Apparently they were going to try and be stealthy but that flew out of the window when the flew closer and they saw several members grinning at them from the roof.

Apparently, Tony got pissed off at them and lost it, jumping out of the quinjet and firing right left and centre. Bruce had followed suit when he saw them. He knew the other guy was coming out so he jumped as he transformed. He did remember feeling satisfaction as the Hulk smashed two people's heads in claiming it was for the Captain and for Peter even though, the big green guy had never met him.

When Tony got back though, he bought Peter a present. It was a brand new camera, exactly the same as the one he previously had. It even had the new lens his aunt had bought him. He used it instantly and snapped a picture of Tony in his damaged armour.

Peter decided to get back into photography. He realised he had sort of abandoned the hobby and decided to start filling in the picture books, just as his previous family members had.

He had pictures of all of the Avengers. Gwen came around with all the homework he had missed to prepare him for going back the next day. He got some pictures of her and she took one of him with Steve.

Peter had not been allowed out on patrol for three more days. He kept complaining and moaning but it did nothing to make Steve change his mind. He felt fine! He begged, he moaned and he pleaded and finally on the third night, Steve cracked. Well, not completely but he did say that if his blood count was more his own than Steve's and he did not limp then he could go on patrol the next day.

In response, Peter ran to Tony's lab to tell him about the development. Tony grinned and started setting up an analytic machine which would declare the results while Peter sat on a table.

"So, excited to be whooping butt soon?" Tony asked as he jabbed a needle in Peter's arm. He wasn't a doctor but he had done enough research to know where to jab said needle. Peter's skin was strong though so he had to try extra hard.

"You would not believe it! I hate being cooped up!" Peter said dreamily.

"Well, I have a new suit for you. I can't believe you didn't like my idea with a titanium armour." Tony muttered.

"I like the design, it just looks so inflexible." Peter complained.

"It's plenty flexible! It's like my armour, that's flexible!" Tony argued.

"You're not doing flips." Peter countered.

Tony muttered something about 'technicalities'.

They sat in silence for a minute, waiting for the machine to stop making noise and declare the results.

Unknowingly, both people had the same thing on their mind: Doctor Connors. They had been skirting the issue every time they spoke. Peter was uncomfortable admitting his acquaintance with the man while Tony didn't want to admit that the guy was dead.

Tony was curious about the whole subject, and they weren't doing anything at this particular moment so he decided to broach the subject.

"So, remember that stuff I found. Research stuff. You never explained what that was about." Tony said, looking at the machine instead of Peter.

Peter started fiddling with his jumper sleeve.

"It was for Connors." Peter mumbled.

"Sorry, Pete. Not all of us have super hearing. What was that?" Tony asked, looking at Peter.

"I said it was for Connors. When I visited him, he asked for one of two things. Either complete his research on growing limbs or find a way to take away the Lizard element from his brain. So he didn't have two personalities." Peter explained. He stared down at his hands.

"So what did you choose?" Tony asked. And then, thinking further he added, "And why you? I mean, I get you're smart and stuff. An idiot a lot of the time but still smart. But still?"

Peter groaned, not wanting to explain. Then he remember the little voice in his head at hospital, telling him, no more lies!

"I chose to fix him. When he was fixed, he could continue his research. The guy really just wanted to help people!" Peter explained sadly. "As for 'why me', Isortofmightofhelpedmakethelizard."

Tony could not understand what Peter said since it came out as a mush of words at rocket speed.

"Come again." Tony prompted.

Peter took a deep breath.

"I helped him make the formula that turned him into the lizard." Peter explained.

Peter looked pleadingly at Tony and raised his hands in a defensive position.

"I didn't mean to!" he cried. "I just wanted to help and I thought I could and it all went wrong and-"

"Peter."

"- I just thought that with the research I had."

"PETER!"

Peter stopped rambling and looked at Tony.

"Thank you." Tony breathed out in relief. "Now, slow the hell down. Right, all I got out of that was that you helped make the lizard guy and it was an accident. Am I missing something."

Peter opened his mouth but Tony stopped him before any noise came out.

"And no more rambling." Tony said firmly.

Peter took another deep breath, forming the words he wanted to say in coherent sentences.

"You remember how I said I got bitten at OsCorp, after going to find someone who knew my dad?" Peter asked slowly.

Tony nodded.

"Connors was my dad's partner. I found a picture of the two of them in my dad's old briefcase that my uncle found. It also had some notes. I went to talk to Connors and showed him an algorithm that I worked out using my dad's notes and anything I could work out from Connors' research. We thought it worked." Peter started to talk faster now. "And then it went wrong and everything started going wrong and Connors transformed and I had to stop him!"

Peter let out a deep breath, scared Tony would shout at him for being an idiot and help making a man who became a monster.

"Why didn't you tell us? I mean, leave out how you got bit by a weird spider and all that so we didn't know you were Spider-Man. Why keep that part a secret?" Tony asked.

Peter looked back down at his hands. Tony walked up to the table Peter sat on and jumped up to join him.

"I thought you guys would be ashamed of me." Peter said quietly. It was so quiet Tony almost missed it.

Tony let out a small laugh and put an arm around Peter's shoulders, pulling him in for a one armed hug. He squeezed Peter's shoulder affectionately.

"Oh, Peter," Tony half laughed, half sighed. "You can be such an idiot. I hate this mushy stuff but you and Steve are both such idiots I've had to become the mushy guy. And the mushy guy says you're an idiot. You wanted to help someone and they made a mistake-"

"But-"

"No, let me finish. You're a kid! You were a younger kid then! You weren't in charge of the research, this guy should have run more tests, instead, I'm guessing he just went straight for it. Want me to tell you another reason you're an idiot?"

"Because I didn't tell you I was spidey?" Peter muttered. He'd heard that he was an idiot a lot over the past three days.

"No- well- sort of. Spidey is cool, it's your antics that were stupid. No, what makes you an idiot is that you kept your research a secret. We could have helped. Me and Brucie could have given you some points. Three minds being better than one and all that." Tony said, squeezing Peter's shoulder again.

"I- I know but-" Peter stopped, thinking before speaking again. He sighed in frustration. "Argh, it doesn't matter now! All my research to help Connors is destroyed and I have to start over!"

Tony turned serious.

"No, Peter. I'm sorry but that research is redundant now." he said clearly.

Peter looked up at him with questioning eyes. Tony ran his free hand through his hair.

"Connors didn't survive his encounter with us." Tony explained slowly.

Peter's face turned blank and he starred forwards. Tony felt Peter tense up.

Peter didn't say anything for over five minutes and Tony did something instinctual, he started rubbing Peter's back soothingly.

"Peter," Tony said after the long silence. "please say something."

Tony didn't expect what came next.

"Should I be upset by this?" Peter asked in a blank voice.

"How do you feel?" Tony countered.

"I'm not sure." Peter said. "The man has tried to kill me twice. But he knew about my dad and could tell me stuff. And he wanted to help people."

"Pete, I think I can't tell you how to feel. I'm not that great with emotions myself. But I can tell you one thing. You wanted to help him so he could help others. In respect for the man before the Lizard, we're going to cut out the middle man and help those people." Tony said encouragingly.

Peter thought about it for a moment.

"But what if I screw up again? I don't know what went wrong last time! How am I supposed to take off where he left off? I mean-"

"Breath kid." Tony cut in. "You won't screw up. I've already done some research on the subject of growing limbs back. Those people who blew up the building, they were part of a program that helped people grow limbs. If we worked together, combining research then we could help people without either side effects of people blowing up or becoming reptiles."

Peter took another deep breath before nervously nodding. Tony could see that Peter was plagued with doubts but he promised himself he would get him through them.

Tony jumped off the table when a loud ding filled the room.

"Sir," Jarvis called out. "The results declare that Mister Parker's blood count is sixty seven percent his own and thirty three percent Mister Rogers."

Tony sent Peter a warm smile.

"Hear that kiddo? Your gramps can't keep you in tomorrow." Tony said encouragingly.

Peter sent Tony a weak smile. He quietly thanked Tony before going off to his room.

Tony didn't talk to anyone but Bruce about what he and Peter discussed until the next day. Even with Bruce he was brief. He explained that their new project would be working with Peter and building on Connors' research. He gave him a basic run down of how the two knew each other and left it at that.

He was in his office thinking about how Peter responded to him finding out. Peter had hardly looked at him since they talked. He said good morning and bye at breakfast as he ran off to school. Did he really know them so little? Thinking they would abandon him, it was outrageous.

"Sir, Mister Rogers is coming to talk to you." Jarvis announced.

"Right, right, let him in." Tony waved off.

Not a minute later, the door opened and in walked Steve in jeans and a plain white shirt.

Tony brushed his previous thoughts away and leaned back into his chair.

"Hey Steve, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Tony asked.

Steve walked into the room and sat across from Tony.

"Not that I don't enjoy a conversation with you," Steve said in a slightly mocking voice. He gave a small smile which Tony returned. "but when you saw Peter, did you notice something off about him?"

"What happened?" Tony asked.

Of course he was going to tell Steve what happened, he just wanted to know if it would take an hour to explain or if it would take five minutes.

"He seemed unfocused and just out of it. If he's distracted, do you think its a good idea to let him go out as Spider-Man?" Steve asked, concerned.

"You can't keep the kid locked up forever." Tony pointed out.

"I know, I know. I just wish he'd tell me what was wrong." Steve sighed.

"I told him about Connors." Tony said. He put a hand up to stop Steve talking. "He told me the connection between him and Connors and it sort of came out. Well, I say he told me. It was more, I questioned him, he answered quietly and I told him to turn up the volume. Can you believe he trusted us so little he thought we'd be upset with him because of his connection with Connors?"

Steve looked confused so Tony told him everything they talked about.

It took a good half hour to explain everything. When they finished, Jarvis spoke up.

"Sir, Director Fury is calling."

"I'm busy."

"Unless you're dying, I don't care." came the voice of Fury.

A screen appeared at the end of the desk showing Fury. He looked at both of them.

"I hear that you know Peter's secret now?" He asked. It was obvious he knew the answer.

"Which one?" Tony snorted.

"Connors." Fury prompted.

"Yes." Steve said.

"Then you know what me and Mister Parker were discussing?" Fury asked.

"I have a few ideas." Steve nodded.

"Well, please kick the doubt out of that kid. He could be great one day if he stopped doubting himself and taking everyone's failures personally." Fury said firmly.

Steve and Tony both muttered their agreements.

"Anyway, I phoned to talk to Stark. SHIELD has plans to invent three knew helicarriers." Fury explained.

"Isn't that the Project Insight stuff?" Tony asked.

Fury glared at him.

"Which apparently I know nothing about." Tony said with an innocent smile.

Steve stood up.

"I'll leave you two to your work." Steve said, smiling at Tony's antics.

"Oh, before you go. I plan to show Peter his new suit when he gets back. Bring him down to Lab two when you're ready." Tony said before waving him off and turning his attention to Fury. All Steve heard as he left was about incorporating repulsor technology.

Peter came back in a puff, like he had literally run home from school. He also had a big grin on. Steve met him at the mansion entrance.

"So, I can go out now." Peter puffed out, his grin growing. Steve just rustled his hair.

"Jarvis," Steve called out. "Can you tell Tony we're coming to join him in lab two?"

"Of course, sir." Jarvis replied.

Peter's grin seemed to grow, not that Steve thought that was possible. It took them five minutes to get there with Peter leading. Steve hadn't thought to learn where the labs were since he had never been great at science. Especially now when it was too advance for him to really comprehend. Peter had been in and out of the labs constantly, building and advancing his web shooters. Tony had been in awe of Peter's skill when he found that they'd previously been made out of an old watch and other nick knacks found around the house.

Tony stood, holding the door open with a mischievous grin on his face. He ushered them in. There were machines everywhere. Some sat on steel tables scattered around the room. Others stood alone, too big to fit on a table. Some of the machines were whizzing or beeping with flashing lights as others sat in silence. Peter noticed that some tables had half finished constructs while others were strewn with paper or empty.

At the end of the room was a beautiful red and blue suit with intricate webbing design and a mask with big bug eyes. It looked identical to his last suit other than it was more buff.

"Okay, since you disregarded," Tony mockingly spat the word out. "my last suit idea, I took the idea from that web stuff. Making the costume of light but strong material. The costume itself it strong but then I added extra kevlar underneath to buff it up. And don't worry your pretty head about flexibility. It won't counter any of that."

Peter didn't say anything, he just gawked at it, looking forwards to putting it on.

"Now, for my payment." Tony grinned. Peter spun around too quickly. "I demand to have that arm wrestle between you and Steve."

Steve just shrugged and Peter begrudgingly agreed, dragging his feet as he walked away from the costume.

The two relatives stood opposite each other with a clear table in between them. They got in position, bending down so their elbows lay on the table and gripped the others hand.

Tony stood at the end of the table.

"3. 2. 1." he counted. "GO!"

Steve pushed against Peter but Peter just held his arm there. Steve started pushing harder, the muscles in his arm pulsing at the surface. Still, Peter just held firm. Their hands shook at the strengths being used. Sure, it started to feel harder but then Peter pushed against him and Steve's arm slowly but surely made its way down to the surface of the table. Tony stood there laughing.

Peter did a victory bow. Smirking at Steve.

"Ha, Steve. You're weaker than a kid! And he's still not one hundred percent!" Tony mocked.

Steve just rolled his eyes.

"Can I go now?" Peter begged.

"Kill joy." Tony muttered.

"Go get changed then." Steve rolled his eyes again but grinned.

Peter was out of the room like a shot.

He was back in the room in two minutes, admiring the suit and how comfortable it felt. The mask was in his hands.

"I know we've talked about this but it's really weird seeing you in that." Tony said honestly. Steve just nodded.

"So, before you go, do you have your comm?" Steve asked.

"Already in." Peter pointed to the little device barely visible in his ear.

"Remember to call in if you need help." Steve said.

"I know." Peter rolled his eyes.

"And be back by six. Remember, you have a training session tonight so don't try anything to strenuous." Steve insisted. He sounded like a parent telling their child about a party they were going to.

"Yeah, yeah." Peter said like a stropy teen. "We've gone through the timetable over a hundred times. Can I go now?"

"Okay, okay. Just be careful." Steve finished.

"Will do." Peter grinned. He ran out of the room.

Tony had set the GPS tracker to be sent back to his system but also Steve's personal computer. Steve sat there reading his book at the kitchen table. At least, it looked like he might if there wasn't his laptop sitting in front of him with a red dot zipping across a map of Manhattan on the screen. Natasha walked in and wandered over to the fridge.

"You know, he might make a mistake because he thinks someone's stalking him." Natasha teased, grabbing a bottle of water.

"I'm just making sure he's alright." Steve explained too quickly.

"Uh huh." Natasha raised an eyebrow.

She moved to the table and sat down opposite Steve. She smirked.

"You know, I never took you as a mother hen." Natasha said.

"I'm not!" Steve claimed. "I'm just..."

"Paranoid?" Natasha asked, her grin spreading.

Steve gave a dry laugh.

"Is it that obvious?" he asked.

"Even the Hulk would be able to tell." Natasha shrugged.

Steve groaned but his eyes flashed back to the screen quickly.

Natasha rolled her eyes and snatched up the laptop. She snapped the lid shut and looked bored.

"If you're so paranoid, why did you let him go out before we had any training sessions." Natasha asked.

"Peter gave an annoyingly good argument about wanting to go out. How he was still alive without training and he only wanted a few hours. And how first hand action would warm him up for training." Steve listed grumpily.

"So, I hear you got beaten in an arm wrestle with him to." She mocked. "Beaten in an argument and an arm wrestle."

Steve just glared at Natasha. She grinned in response and took a swing of her water.

"Admit it, you let him out because he has you wrapped around his little finger." Natasha smirked. "It's like watching a kid beg for candy. In the end, the kid gets what he wants."

Steve just huffed. Natasha laughed and opened up the laptop and pushed it back towards Steve.

"Go back to your stalking and call me when he gets back. If this is his warm up then we'll get straight to training." Natasha said with an evil smile.

Steve almost felt sorry for Peter. He looked back at the screen and saw that Peter was heading back to the tower.

It took him twenty minutes to get back. Steve saw three diversions on the way back. He later found that it was a case of bullies picking on a younger kid, a mugging and someone trying (and failing) to kidnap a young woman.

When Peter was only a minute away, Steve shut the laptop and headed for the boy's room. He opened the window and waved to Peter as he swung over. It was very strange to see him fully clad in his Spider-Man costume.

Steve moved out of the way as Peter landed on the windowsill.

"Hey Steve." Peter said cheerfully.

Peter jumped in through the window and pulled off his mask. His hair was a mess but he was practically glowing.

"Good day?" Steve asked mockingly.

"Oh, I forgot how great it is to be out there!" Peter swooned. He practically fluttered to his bed before collapsing down on it. He rolled over to look at Steve. "The thrill, the speed, the wind! And then there's helping people."

Peter looked Steve straight in the eyes, his grin spread further and his head dropped to the bed.

"I helped on girl from a kidnapping and she gave me a kiss." Peter blushed.

Peter's grin was infectious, Steve laughed and grinned widely.

"You might not want to mention that to Gwen." Steve pointed out innocently.

Peter's smile dropped instantly.

"You wouldn't tell her?" He asked in horror.

"I wouldn't but I don't think it's wise to mention that in front of Clint or Tony." Steve laughed.

Peter nodded slowly.

"Never." He muttered quietly.

Steve laughed again before pushing Peter off his bed. The boy sprung to his feet.

"Come on now, time to go to training. I'll tell Natasha you're on your way." Steve said.

Peter gave a mocking two finger salute before he walked out of the room.

"Jarvis." Steve called out.

"Miss Romanoff has been informed." Jarvis said from the ceiling.

"Thank you." Steve acknowledged.

Peter got to the training room to see Natasha in work out clothes and Clint was apparently changing into work out clothes.

"Nice uniform." Natasha teased.

Peter rolled his eyes and brushed it off.

"While Clint is taking his time getting changed, I'll run you through the first exercise." Natasha said, turning very serious. "I'm going to show you some hand to hand combat moves and when I think you've got them down, I'm going to spar with you. If we have time, I'm going to turn the simulator on and have machines shooting at you. At the same time, me and Clint will be attacking."

"That sounds hard." Peter whined.

"For the hand to hand combat, you are to ignore your extra senses but you can use then during the simulation." Natasha said before walking into the training room.

Within an hour, Peter learnt and perfected simple blocking skills. He knew how to block but some of these moves caused pain to the one trying to hit you. Like knife slicing at the wrist or whacking a certain part of the leg to prevent being kicked.

More than ten times that evening, Peter ended up on his arse. Clint squatted on a higher level, laughing at Peter every time Natasha got the upper hand. More than once, Peter had accidentally slipped and used his spider sense.

Natasha kept a tally of how often he did it. Taking into account his strength, she declared that for each slip up he had to do one hundred press ups before going to bed.

"But- surely I should pay attention to it and not think of it as a bad thing." Peter complained.

"No, you should learn to control it. If you're out on the street, out of costume, if someone throws a piece of paper at your head, do you want to swing around and cause a scene?" Natasha asked.

There was no more arguing after that, just a lot of Peter mumbling and grumbling.

They didn't get to turn on the simulator that night but Peter had to do five hundred push ups before bed. Natasha brought her book with her as she sat there half paying attention, half reading. She made Peter count out loud.

Not surprisingly, sleep came easily to Peter that night. He just collapsed on his bed and he was out like a light. Peter was woken by Steve knocking his door at quarter to eight the next morning. Peter had to rush to get up, he hadn't meant to sleep in.

Peter then ended up having an argument with Steve about swinging to and from school. So that people wouldn't associate the kid coming and going out of the Avengers mansion as Spider-Man, he would walk two blocks before changing and swinging off. Steve didn't like the idea since Peter might not have had breakfast or might be half asleep. The argument was ended quickly though. Peter claimed that he did it a lot anyway and that he got to stop some crimes in the morning. Steve finally gave in.

The media had picked up on a teen seen with the Avengers and going in and out of the Avengers' Tower and now the Avengers' Mansion. Thanks to Fury though, they could never get a clear shot. A few people had questioned Tony during interviews but he brushed them off. They had all agreed to try and keep Peter out of the media's eye. That included black out windows, secret entrances and having Happy Hogan on journalist control when Peter went out with one of the more prominent members like Tony.

Training happened every day. Some days Natasha would teach him a new move and they would spar or Clint would fire countless arrows with different abilities making Peter dance around the room.

For more of a challenge, Steve would train Peter in sparring sometimes. Although Captain America's shield was an iconic symbol, Peter was learning to hate it. The biggest reason for that is probably because it really really hurts when it whacks you.

Peter started getting up an hour early to spar with Steve. Sometimes Natasha would join in. Or they would turn on the simulator and work together. Steve just shook his head at all Peter's terrible puns. Peter would then swing to school and swing home. That or he would go to Gwen's house. Then he would patrol and be back in time for training. Apparently, training would calm down once his skill improved, which, by Natasha's account, would only take a month.

It was a week after all of this training had come into play that the Avengers got called out on a mission. Apparently, different gangs had decided to have a death match in central Hong Kong. Peter hadn't been allowed to go.

The thing with these gangs was that it wasn't the normal type. There were mutants and super powered villains along with a couple of people with self made weapons. Someone had stolen state secrets and was trying to sell of their knowledge when too many people found out and started chasing that person.

Steve had phoned him up during lunch break to explain it.

Peter really hadn't been expecting the phone call. He had been talking with Gwen about how evil Clint was during training when his phone rang. He knew it was Steve because of caller ID.

"Hey Steve." Peter said cautiously. Steve never rang if he could help it, especially not while he was at school.

"Hi Peter, I just thought I'd ring to say, you're home alone tonight." Steve's voice came through the phone.

"Wait, what?" Peter asked.

"Peter, are you out of class?" Steve asked.

"Yeah?" Peter was getting really confused.

"Go around the back of your school and I'll meet you there. I only have a few minutes." Steve said.

Peter ran around to the back of the school. Gwen followed as quickly as she could. There was a small area where the bins were kept, there stood Captain America. It was actually quite weird.

"Hey Steve." Peter said again. Now he was really confused.

"Hi Pete." Steve said. He always seemed more confident in uniform. "Look, we're going on a mission so I thought I should tell you."

"We?" Peter asked.

"The Avengers. No, you can't come, you need to stay at school." Steve said, answering the unspoken question.

"How long will you be gone?" Peter asked.

"Hopefully, no more than a day or two." Steve said with a small smile. I'll be back for the weekend."

Peter grinned back.

"Peter, please don't patrol while I'm gone." Steve begged.

Peter glared at him.

"Fine, just be careful and call Fury if you need back up." Steve told him.

Peter gave an annoyed huff but didn't object. He then heard murmuring coming from Steve's ear.

"I've got to go." Steve said, he looked a little sad at that. He pulled Peter in for a quick hug.

"Don't forget to eat and don't be late for school. And behave yourself!" Steve said quickly.

"Yeah, yeah." Peter laughed. "Just be careful, okay?"

Steve gave a mocking salute.

"Hi Gwen." he called out before leaping onto a nearby bin and propelling himself into the wall opposite and spring back and forth until he got to the roof.

It took them almost four days to get back. Apparently they had been working with a group of mutants called X-Men and they had to go to their mansion to talk about boring politics. That was how Steve phrased it. Apparently Fury had been trying to get them to work with SHIELD for a while now and this could be the tipping point to get them to join.

It also meant that Steve missed the weekend. He got back a four am on Monday morning and found Peter slumped on his bed in his Spider-Man costume. Steve just picked the teen up and put him under the covers, instead of on top of them.

Gwen came to the mansion a lot. They had added an underground tunnel to get to and from the mansion since people had worked out that the Avengers all lived there. Gwen was always using the tunnel to get in unnoticed. They hoped to get a glimpse of them and the weird kid who also lived there. Internet conspiracies on why he was there were endless. Many times when Gwen came over, they could be found in the living room with Peter's laptop in front of them laughing at what people came up with. Apparently he was Tony Stark's son. He was also an alien and a robot. There were much weirder ones but they made Peter just shiver thinking about them. Natasha once got a picture of the two of them rolling around the floor crying with laughter using Peter's camera.

The last time Gwen came over, Gwen teamed up with Pepper. Both started arguing with their boyfriends about how neither was getting enough sleep.

Steve came in mid argument and declared that Peter could not patrol past midnight on school nights and that ended that. Tony didn't get out so easily. Pepper seemed to have calmed down by dinner though and they all had a wonderful meal. Well, wonderful for some. Bruce pulled Gwen into a discussion on his latest research into gamma and how it might be able to be used as an energy source. Peter and Steve were laughing at Tony as Clint expertly flicked peas at the billionaire. Natasha kept berating the archers aim, claiming that he couldn't hit certain places like the back of his head. Of course, being who he was, Clint took this as a challenge and did intricate aims, bouncing peas of the wall to ricochet back to the targets.

The evening ended nicely with Peter getting a picture of everyone together. It took a couple of goes because Pepper was glaring at Tony in one picture. The next one had Clint diving across the table to attack Tony and the last one had everyone smiling but Tony was in a headlock. It would have to do.

The next Saturday evening, Peter was sitting, watching men dressed as typical thieves, black trousers, black shirts and some even had black ski masks. This was a gun trade. One group of five came with guns, and one group of seven came with a whole lot of cash. Peter watched the transaction. He even took a photo since the police were always sceptical about arresting people he had caught. It really annoyed him.

Peter watched as the leader of the group that came with the money tested the weight of an Uzi. It looked like he might be about to add in some ammo when Spider-Man thought he should intervene. He used webbing to yank the gun from the leaders hands and laughed at the man's shock. That always made him grin. People were just so unsuspecting. He bounced onto the car bonnet, slamming it shut on one of the gang member's hand. The man made a high pitch scream.

"Wow, dude." Spider-Man cried out, diving forwards to take a gun away from one of the men. They were all pulling out their weapons. "I don't normally hit women. I take it from that harmonious screech that that's what I've done?"

Okay, thought Spider-Man, Not my greatest quip but oh well.

Someone lunged but Peter blocked before doing a roundhouse kick. He flipped over two people, smashing their heads together as he landed. One by one, the men fell. Spider-Man brushed his hands together for a job well done before his spidey sense went through the roof. He spun around only for the sense to die quickly with a loud thud and another scream. Peter saw an arrow poking out of the ground with a gun next to it.

"Did you forget one of my first rules to you?" Clint asked as he jumped down from a fire escape. "Even the ones that scream like sissies need to be knocked out."

"Sorry Clint." Spider-Man grumbled.

"Annnnnd?" Clint drew out the word for as long as possible.

"I could have taken him!" Spider-Man argued. Clint grinned and raised a finger, wagging it in front of his face.

"But you didn't, I did." Clint pointed out.

"Thank you, Clint." Peter said dryly. It was obvious he was rolling his eyes under the mask.

"You are very welcome, spidey." Clint mocked.

"Is there a reason you're stalking me or are you just here to annoy me?" Peter asked.

"Can't I just want a chat?" Clint asked innocently.

"You never just want a chat." Peter noted.

"Good point." Clint sighed. "Fine, I've just finished speaking to Fury. He's talked to all of us, I was just the last to talk to him."

Peter was about to question him when Clint put up a hand to stop him.

"We want you to join the Avengers. More of a temp member than anything else. That means on weekends and holiday you get to join us on missions. You still have to go to school though." Clint finished.

"How did Steve take this?" Peter asked suspiciously.

"Surprisingly well, actually. I think he's going to use it as another way to keep an eye on you." Clint said, amused.

Peter groaned. Clint put an arm around Peter's shoulders.

"Cheer up, Spidey. Pepper's out on work so we get take away! None of that healthy stuff. We're getting pizza. Teens like that, right?" Clint asked like he was truly confused.

"Pizza is awesome! Who doesn't like it?" Peter asked incredulously.

"Well, Nat's not to into it. Then again, she thinks watching movies are pointless." Clint said, shaking his head remorsefully.

"She's a strange one." Peter nodded.

"Anyway, race you home!" Clint shouted, running out of the alleyway to his bike.

Peter missed his Aunt and Uncle. He would have liked to know his parent and grandparents but that didn't matter. Peter's life was great, his family was great and he wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

Mushy ending, I know, sorry.

Please tell me what you think one last time. It can be one word if you want or a full description, I don't mind. Just thank you for your support.

IMPORTANT

I will be doing one shots of everyone's lives when I can.

TO MY BEAUTIFUL ARTISTS

I will be contacting you individually but I'll say it here anyway.

when you're done, send me a link and I'll put it on another chapter for people to look at.

As payment, I want you to give me an idea for one of the chapters in my one shot story. It will be dedicated to you. If I do not contact you, I'm sorry. Contact me and shout at me for being an idiot then tell me your idea!

Thank you everyone, if I could, I would thank you all personally face to face but I cannot. Instead, I say this. I want to thank you for helping me write, for your ideas and your support. Without you, we would not have a story.

Have a wonderful morning/evening/afternoon!

PS. To people hoping for Iron Spider, I'm well educated in the matter, I'm just not a big fan of it I'm afraid.