Oscorp was quite a striking building sleek and tall towering high over the city and casting an imposing shadow along the busy streets. Peter decided he liked the Avengers tower better but then again he was biased. The high schooler loitered around outside for a moment not sure how to go about this. Should he just go in and ask? Was there a procedure? Maybe he should have thought up a cover story. After a few minutes of agonizing over it, Peter finally decided to just go. He glanced around the lobby not sure where to go or what to do. He definitely should have planned better.

"Excuse me?" He looked over at the main desk where a woman was sitting looking at him like he was stupid. "Can I help you?" She asked suspiciously but still cheerfully polite.

"I don't know, umm… I'm here to see Dr. Connors." He stuttered. The woman nodded and Peter was kind of shocked, had that actually worked?

"You'll find yourself to the left." Now he was confused again. She looked even more suspicious "You are here for the internship?" she asked and Peter nodded quickly

"Yeah."

"Ok, you'll find yourself to the left." she emphasised and Peter nodded trying to look like he knew what he was doing. "Are you having trouble finding yourself?" And wow she was really getting annoying with her fake politeness. He grabbed a nametag holding it up for her. "Ok ."

"Gracias" He smiled.

"De nada" She replied back smoothly. Peter breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if he could ask Clint or Natasha to give him spy lessons he obviously needed them.

"Welcome to Oscorp…." A loudspeaker recited the foundings of Oscorp and all of its credentials as a company. Peter thought it was all a little ostentatious as he rode the escalator up glancing around. He found a spot behind the small group of 'actual' interns and tried to blend in.

"Welcome to Oscorp." Peter's eyes widened and he ducked behind a particularly tall student. Crap! He didn't know Gwen worked here?! Wow she was really smart- but crap! He was so so so screwed! "Where I go you go. That's the basic rule, if you remember that all will be fine and if you forget that-" She was cut off by a loud commotion in the lower floor and Peter glanced over the railing to see a Hispanic teen being pulled roughly out of the building yelling about how he was Rodrigo Guevara. Peter chewed on his thumb feeling a bit guilty but also glad that that wasn't him down there being escorted out. "Well I guess I don't need to tell you what happens if you forget that." Gwen continued hardly looking surprised and Peter wondered if such things happened often. He followed the group through a set of glass sliding doors keeping his head down and hoping he didn't get caught. Peter was a bundle of anxiety as he looked around but as soon as he saw Dr. Connors right there in front of him so close and yet… ugh! Peter had so many questions for him, he just needed to get the man alone.

"Welcome. My name is Doctor Curtis Connors." Peter's heart was beating a mile a minute as he looked at the scientist; the only clue he had about his father. "I'm the world's foremost authority on herpetology, that's reptiles for those of you who don't know." Peter listened as he went through his lecture recognizing it from what he'd read online and the few notes he could decipher from his father's notes. "I want to create a world without weakness. Anyone care to venture a guess as to how?"

"Stem cells" One intern answered and Peter shook his head eyes never leaving Connors.

"Promising, but the solution I'm thinking of is more… Radical." There was a pause and Peter bit his lip he knew he should stay quiet but- "No one?"

"Cross species genetics." Peter had to answer. He wanted this man to see him to know who he was and maybe just maybe be a little impressed. "A person get's parkinses when the brain cells that produce dopamine start to disappear. But a zebrafish has the ability to regenerate cells on command if you could somehow give this ability to the woman you're talking about that's it she's-" Peter slowed down slightly realizing for a minute how fast he was talking. He always got a bit excited about science, chemistry, and genetics. He cleared his throat "She's curing herself." He finished.

"Yeah you just have to look past the gills on her neck." One student said and the other's laughed but Peter hardly heard he was looking at Dr. Connors hoping he'd said the right thing. The doctor smiled at him

"And you are?" He asked and Peter hesitated, what did he say? Should he give him his real name? The fake one on his badge? Thank God for Gwen Stacey…. Crap Gwen! He forgot about her! Man he was really bad at being stealthy.

"He's one of Midtown's sciences best and brightest."

"Really?"

"He's second in his class." Peter frowned at her

"Second?"

"Yeah." She nodded smiling at him.

"Sure about that?"

"I'm pretty sure."

Doctor Connors excused himself and walked away and Peter tried to follow him but there was Gwen and he tried to think of viable excuse but he was getting nothing… and why was she standing so close to him? "What are you doing Rodrigo?" She asked and Peter looked down at his badge feigning shock

"Oh yeah…"

"What are you doing here?" she repeated

"I work here." Peter winced at his so very obvious lie. "I don't work here, I was gonna say I work here but it seems like you do in fact work here so you know that I don't in fact work here." He had to bite his tongue to stop his ramblings.

"Are you following me?"

"No! No I'm not following you, I'm not. I had to no idea you worked here!" Peter stumbled over his words he didn't want her to think he was a stalker or a freak but he couldn't exactly tell her why he was here either. Oh man he was so stuck.

"Why else would you be here?"

"I snuck in because I…. I love science." He wanted to facepalm.

"You love science."

"I'm passionate about it."

"You snuck in... " She turned around as the video the other's were watching ended. "I have to lead this tour group so I'm going to ask you more about this later. Do not get me in trouble." He nodded and let out a sigh of relief. Peter waited for Gwen to lead the tour group out of the lab as he slowly walked backwards and away unfortunately he was clumsy and he smacked right into a man. "Sorry." He reached down to pick up the fallen file "Yo, sorry…" He trailed off slightly matching the folder to the one he'd found in his dad's briefcase. The man yanked it out of his hand looking way too suspicious for Peter to not follow him. No one glanced twice at him and he kept a reasonable distance walking along like he knew where he was going.

Peter peered around the corner as the mysterious man entered a pass code for a room with the same symbol on it as the folder. Peter waited until he left with two other scientists before making his way toward the door the code clear in his head. Thank god for Avengers Tower how many times had he broken into Tony's lab as a kid; memorizing the door locks when his dad changed them.

He eased his way into the room quickly and shut the door with a soft click. There was only one other door in the white room thank god without a keycode and Peter slipped inside. It was dark with ultraviolet lighting two revolving panels were all that was inside filled with webs that were crawling with spiders all glowing starkly in the dark room. He got closer observing the spider habitats head tilted. There was a line of filaments and his fingers caught one pulling on it curiously before letting it snap back into place.

That was obviously the wrong thing to do as a moment later the machines stopped whirring and the panels stopped moving and Peter put a hand over his mouth cursing lightly and looking around hoping it would start again and that he didn't just accidentally break something. The webbing started to move being drawn into the machine the spiders that had been previously clinging to the threads started to fall and he ducked his head skin crawling as he felt the spiders hit his head some falling to the ground others catching themselves on his jacket and in his hair. He bit his tongue to keep from making a sound but inside he was screaming like a little girl. He shook his head and body trying to dislodge the spiders smacking them off his head finally the barrage of spiders stopped and Peter looked up hitting the last one off his shoulder and shuddering. The panels were moving again and Peter caught his breath and calmed himself before getting the hell out of there.

He moved through the halls finding his way back to the group but not before Gwen caught him. He winced and tried looking for an excuse but nothing came to him and Gwen didn't seem to care either way as she held out her hand.

"Alright, give me the badge." Peter let his head droop "Give it to me." he slowly unclipped the badge from his shirt and handed it over to her, she walked away and Peter was still searching for something to say that would make things better.

"Ah, ow!" He gasped out a sharp pain radiating from the back of his neck he lifted a hand rubbing at the spot, but there was nothing there. Gwen turned around briefly before she turned the corner and Peter took it as his cue to leave.

It was late in the afternoon and Peter knew he needed to get home soon but Oscorp was on the other side of the city from Stark Tower and Peter didn't have the money for a cab ride like that so that left him with the subway.

Peter didn't remember falling asleep and was startled awake as he felt a small drop of water hit his forehead. He jumped and somehow found himself hanging from the top of the bus staring at a small group of thugs. Peter freaked out and fell to the ground landing nimbly and jumping up with far too much agility.

The subway car was basically empty and Peter wondered how long he'd been sleeping as the subway raced back and forth along the tracks. His Pop's was going to kill him.

"Gross now I smell like beer" One of the girls pulled at her shirt in disgust and Peter put his hand on her shoulder apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that…" He tried to move his hand but for some reason it was stuck to her shirt. He tried again to no avail, poor Peter didn't know what kind of trick this was.

"Get your hand off her." One of them said and Peter nodded

"I'm trying." He said shaking his hand not understanding what was happening. His mind felt muddled and he was sweaty like he had a fever. The man didn't seem to care about Peter's problems though as he shoved him away but the girls shirt stayed stuck to his hand ripping off her body. Peter blushed trying not to look at the now half naked girl. "I'm sorry" he repeated looking away. He grabbed onto the grab rail to keep himself upright as his vision blurred slightly but again his hand got stuck he tried to yank it from the pole but it didn't seem to want to budge. This wasn't making any sense and Peter was so very confused.

Something flashed in the back of his mind like a warning signal and his instincts worked on their own dodging the man's attack and hitting him as he stumbled past Peter. "Man I'm sorry." He called mentally freaking out. What the hell- another flash and he moved kicking the second attacking guy in the face. Wow he was using moves he didn't even know he had. Peter proceeded to beat up the next two men who tried grabbing him until one remained. He glanced at Peter then toward Peter's skateboard sitting innocently next to the seat he'd been laying on earlier. Peter tried to reason with him. "No man no! Not my board, please!" the guy picked up his skateboard and swung it at Peter who lifted his arm in defense and closed his eyes waiting for impact. The board broke in half when it hit his arm but Peter felt no pain at all and he blinked.

Guy 3 as he was now starting to refer to them as got back up lunging at Peter whom managed to hit him back down accidentally breaking off the grab rail. It weighed next to nothing and peter swung it around trying to apologize as he accidentally hit his attackers over the head. "I'm so sorry!" And just like that it stopped and the pole fell from his hand clanging against the subway floor leaving peter there staring at the unconscious men feeling so confused as to what in the hell had just happened. He looked at his hands in shock.

"Next and final stop Coney Island." The voice rang out over the intercom and Peter cursed as he realized he'd have to walk all the way back to Avengers Tower. Peter cut through the streets avoiding any back alleys as he ran. The skyscraper towered over him and Peter checked his phone and cursed again as he saw the time. He had a couple missed calls from both his parents too. Great. Just great.

The elevator doors dinged and Peter stumbled out everyone was out on the couches and they all swiveled around to stare at him. The TV was off so he knew they had been waiting up for him. Peter winced slightly "Hey, hey sorry, Sorry I'm late."

"Late! Peter it's past 2 in the morning. We were worried." Steve said looking disappointed. Peter nodded

"I know I'm sorry-" A flash and his hand shot out catching hold of a fly. He blinked at it and let it go shaking his head and waving it away from him. He stood there for a second a bit out of it. "I'm so sorry I kept you guys up." He turned to the rest of them "I'm insensitive, I'm irresponsible…" Steve thought Peter might be taking this a bit far but Peter was already walking past them and into the kitchen. The other's stood up following Peter in concern.

"You're son is acting like a freak." Clint whispered "Ow! Nat!"

"I'm hungry." He added ignoring clint and opting for opening up the fridge and pulling out all the leftovers stacking them in his arms as he bit into a slice of leftover pizza "Mmm this is so good." Peter hummed through a mouth full taking another big bite. "Best Pizza ever."

"Maybe he's on drugs?" Darcy raised an eyebrow at Peter.

"Peter? Not a chance." Tony reasoned and the others had to agree with him. Peter would be the last one to be on drugs.

"Something is very very wrong," Steve said.

"Yeah, that's Coulson's 'healthy' pizza. Nobody likes that crap." Tony said and Coulson looked affronted.

"Tis true, my apologies son of Coul."

Peter took his mountain of leftovers and made his way to the elevator. "I'm just gunna eat in my room." He said as he slowly made his way out the kitchen door. They watched him until he was out of site. Coulson turned to Tony

"That Pizza is made with kale Tony; kale and my love. Someone has to keep this family healthy!"

Later that night Peter splashed his face with cold water trying to help clear his mind. When he noticed a small fiber attached to his shirt. He picked it up following it with his hand, it lead to the back of his neck and he yanked wincing at the sudden pain. He continued to pull at the thread shuddering because he was positive he already knew what it was. And yes, there at the end curled in on itself was the dead spider from Oscorp. Peter stared at it feeling strangely sick.