It was early evening, he still had a good hour before dinner, and Peter was on the move again. He saw a man acting seriously shady and Peter grinned shaking his head at how painfully obvious this guy was being. He slipped in the back of the car while the man opened the door and waited and waited and waited until Peter couldn't stand it anymore; he cleared his throat startling the poor crook.

"Seriously man if you're going to steal a car don't dress like a car thief."

"What are you, are you a cop?"

And wow. Just wow! Peter had always had a bit of a lip to him but it had never been more obvious then while he was wearing the suit, something about it just gave him a confidence boost. He was more than just Peter Parker when he was out here he was Spider Man.

"Really? You seriously think I'm a cop. A cop in a skintight red and blue suit? You're... You're" He shot him in the face with his webbing for being an idiot. The car thief panicked trying to open the door but Peter shot out some more webbing using it to pull the door closed. "You've got a mind of a true scholar sir. I was going more for the guys who do the luge."

He abandoned his struggle with the door and just decided to go out the window. Peter snorted. "Good thinking, good thinking; get out the window, out the window." He watched entertained as the big guy pushed himself through the tiny opening falling hard on the concrete. "There you go, you got it."

While the man was struggling to his feet Peter was already out of the car He webbed up to the ceiling and crawled along until he was behind the man. Spider Man flipped up wrapping his legs around the man's head "Crotch!" he yelled in good humor flipping the criminal over onto his back. The car thief was on his feet in a matter of seconds pulling out the tiniest switchblade that Peter had ever seen. And ok, this guy was just asking to be mocked and really mocking is what Spider Man did best.

"Just let me go." the car thief threatened

"Is that a knife?" Peter held up his hands in surrender. "Is that a real knife?" He fell to the floor dramatically.

"Yes it's a real knife."

"My weakness... it's small knives!"

"Just let me go." The car thief spoke and Peter was internally laughing, god this guy was the best, really he was.

"Anything but knives!" And then he shot a ball of webbing at the man's hand attaching it to the wall behind him. "Oh it's so simple."

"What the hell is this!" The man yelled

"Webbing that I developed myself. I don't think you really want to know…"

"Come on! let me go- Ah!" Soon his other hand was stuck with his first one.

" Hold on one sec." Spider Man gave an exaggerated fake sneeze and hit the guy in the crotch and haha that could not have felt good. He shot 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. And 5 more times laughing loudly at the now incapacitated villain.

"Dude that isn't funny!"

"That is kind of funny" Peter objected, after all he was very amused, but then again he wasn't a car thief.

"HELP!"

"Shhh." Peter held a finger up to his lips before covering the man's mouth and nose with webbing. Peter glared at him all humor lost as he checked his wrist before looking back at the man "This could have gone a lot worse. Now hold still" He cut two quick holes in the web over his nose so he could breathe.

Sirens sounded behind him and Peter turned around watching as a police motorcycle pulled up to the scene. More sirens could be heard in the distance "Oh! Boys in blue here! Yo I got him." But of course things couldn't be that simple for Peter; they never were.

"Freeze." The man had his gun aimed at Peter.

"He's not going anywhere."

"You in tights don't move!"

"Serious?" Peter put up his hands with a sigh.

"Who are you?"

Peter looked back at the car thief still attached to the wall behind him "No one seems to grasp the concept of a mask." He shrugged and moved to leave.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

The policeman shot at him! Thank god for his spidey sense; otherwise he'd be one dead bug.

Peter flipped over the police vehicle and grabbed the gun. "I just did 80% of your job and that's how you repay me." He threw the gun to the floor. The sirens were now right around the corner and Peter ran as they finally pulled up to the scene.

The Police department had really gone all out; there had to be an entire squad of cop cars at this one parking garage. Peter almost felt special… you know, if he wasn't so irritated. Couldn't they see he was trying to do some good in this city?

He flipped onto the back of a truck and then jumped over onto the nearest Semi crawling up and over it flicking his webbing at a beam support above him swinging down onto the lower highway and away from the police. "Alright this has been fun- oh bus!" He yelped as he hit the window of a bus before being banged against its many windows. Ouch, ow, ow, ow, ouch.

Poor Spider Man fell onto the pavement and was nearly hit by a cab. Despite after that minor setback he was on his way swinging gracefully toward home. And man that feeling of flying through the air never got old.

Peter pulled his hoodie up over his head and ducked as he walked quickly through the lobby and toward the kitchen. "You didn't have to wait up for me." Peter said closing the door to reveal Natasha Romanov arms crossed looking less than pleased. Peter might have been scared but his self preservation had gone way down as of late and his heart was still racing with adrenaline.

"Yes I did." She shot back and Peter continued rifling through the fridge.

"No you didn't" Peter intoned and Natasha looked even less pleased if that were possible.

"Where were you? You're Dad's waited and waited Peter! Do you even realize how worried about you they are" Peter felt a stab of guilt but he pushed it back; his Aunt Tasha just didn't get it.

"I was just out. It's none of your business." He snapped

"You're parents think you hate them Peter, doesn't that concern you at all. The way you've been acting lately…" She shook her head "Well, I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm not going to walk on eggshells with you Peter. You're adopted, yes that's hard but you're lucky you have two great parents so you better get your act together."

"Look I'm sorry I forgot." He turned away from her voice highly irritated now. "I'm going to bed."

"No you're not. Not until you turn around and actually talk to me." Peter did the exact opposite of that, hunching over the kitchen sink and that was really starting to get on the russians last nerve. "Look at me Peter." Peter didn't move. "Peter Parker Rogers-Stark take off the damn hood and look at me." Her voice was icy and Peter knew better than to disobey her when she was using her spy voice.

He pulled off his hood and turned around leaning back against the counter. Half his face was covered in bruises that disappeared under the collar of his hoodie. He was also sporting a busted lip and a black eye.

"Peter." Her voice was stern but maybe softer than before. "What are you getting yourself into?"

"Just let me go to bed Aunt Tasha." he said trying to get past her but she stopped him

"Peter secrets have a cost; they're not for free, not now not ever." She would know that more than almost anyone. The teen just pulled away from her and hefted his backpack higher onto his shoulders before making his way upstairs and to his suite.

Natasha watched him go with a strangled sigh of frustration. Peter wasn't strong; not physically at least, the poor boy was clutzy and all skin and bones; he was probably 100 pounds dripping wet, and the one time Natasha had seen him throw a punch she'd actually cringed.

That wasn't to say Peter didn't have a lot of heart and she knew he could handle a lot; hell he had to deal with watching his family go off on missions wondering if they'd all come back. But the boy was not a fighter and the bruises only made it that much more obvious. The russian would like nothing more than to kill the little punks who'd hurt her nephew, but she knew better than that. It would only make Peter feel worse if she stepped in and took care of his problems. This was something he needed to deal with on his own and hopefully sooner rather than later she didn't know how many more awkward meal times she could go through.

"JARVIS is Peter up yet?"

"Sir, young master Peter has already left; he was monitored leaving at around 5 a.m." the AI informed Tony. Steve ran a hand through his hair and took a big gulp of his coffee trying not to feel hurt by his son's actions. No one knew what to say and Natasha thought it would be a bad time to bring up last night so the awkward silence remained.

"So have you guys seen the news. Spiderman is officially everywhere." Darcy piped up changing the subject and drawing it away from Peter for the moment.

"The guy in the tights." Tony scoffed "Seriously worst superhero suit ever and I'm including Mr. Spangles in that."

"Hey!" Steve bristled pouting a bit, he happened to like his suit.

"It's certainly not the safest material ever. But then again this guy seems really green so that doesn't surprise me." Clint cut in. "Still you have to admire him a bit for trying to tackle New York's petty crimes."

"I don't think admire is the word I'd use." Natasha bit out. "Vigilante's do more harm than good in the long run. They hinder the police and tend to get civilians hurt or worse killed."

"I agree with Natasha on this one." Steve nodded to his friend.

"What a surprise." Tony rolled his eyes. "I agree with Clint."

"Tony you're only agreeing with Clint because it's disagreeing with me."

"And?"

"Forget it, Tony."

"I don't think there's enough information to make a fair judgment yet" Bruce added on even though no one had asked for his opinion. Besides he wanted to stop Steve and Tony before they started in on each other.

"I agree with the tiny scientist. I look forward to seeing more of this man of spiders, he is an odd and interesting midgardian."

Tony threw an arm around bruce and smiled at the man. "Always the sensible one." Bruce looked embarrassed but secretly pleased.