"He did what?" Hermione exclaimed.

Harry and Hermione sat in Harry's room on his bed – a couple of hours after Tony had left.

"He wanted to invite me to some group called the Avengers", Harry said. "But apparently you have to be eighteen to participate or something."

"So he knows everything? He knows about your heroics, about me, your parents…?"

"Yep. He knows."

"Brilliant", Hermione looked like she just had gotten a failing grade, and proceeded to look out the window.

Harry put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it's not as bad as it sounds like."

"Yeah, I'm sure", she shook her head.

"He was actually very impressed how you made my web-shooters, and from my experience it's hard to impress on rich jerks like that."

She looked a bit embarrassed but smiled.

"Yes thank you, Harry, you're welcome."

"No I'm serious. He didn't believe it when I told him."

She didn't answer, but instead she just smiled and moved closer to him.

"You're lucky to have me then, right? I have prevented you to become London street jam", she put her arms around his neck.

Harry grinned.

"Yeah, you have."

He looked into her eyes for a while, until she slowly moved her lips towards his.

The sudden sound of police sirens caught Harry off guard and made him pull away from the kiss.

Hermione looked confused at him.

"What?"

Harry sighed.

"Police sirens", he mumbled.

"Oh."

"They can wait."

She gave him an encouraging smile.

"No, you go. They need you more than I do."

"That's not true."

He gave her a quick kiss before he got up and dressed up in the costume.

"You will be back soon, right?"

"Before you know it", he smiled behind the mask.

"And don't break any bones this time, or ruin the suit."

Harry shrugged. "You know me." He jumped out of the open window and flew right down towards the street at a neck breaking speed.

With the fling of a wrist, he shot a web up towards the sky that attached itself to a building. The web slightly bounced back as it pulled his weight. With a loud yell, he accelerated himself away from the web and were thrown high up into the air.

Wind rushed past his face at an incredible speed. His heart raced from the excitement. All of his instincts picked up everything around him – from buildings close to him to what was going on down the street.

Even up at this height he could hear the sirens were blaring down on the street, there were at least a dozen of police cars chasing after what seemed to be the criminals.

"Okay, let's see…" he did a sharp turn around a tall building as he slowly started to descend towards street level. "Two trucks, one armored car – easy. Unless they have guns, that'll complicate things. What am I saying, of course they got guns!"

Once again, he got some more air and this time he landed on one of the trucks. Quickly he webbed up the windshield.

The thugs inside said something in a language he didn't understand.

"Hiya, fellas", he stuck in his head down in front of the driver's side window. "You are exceeding the speed limit. Driver's license, please?"

The men shouted something to each other, yet again in an unintelligible language.

"Sorry, I don't speak nonsense."

A rifle was immediately pointed him, but he quickly webbed it and threw it away.

"Now, now. I asked for your license, not violence."

The driver threw a punch at him that he easily dodged. They were desperately trying to shake him, but they didn't know he could stick to any surface.

"You don't want to co-operate? Fine!"

However, before he could do anything, his spidersense caught something. Was someone shooting at him?

No – they were heading straight towards a bus. It was filled with people and he only had seconds to act. He couldn't get them all out in time, so there was only thing to do.

"Oh, for crying out…"

With a loud bang the truck collided with the bus so hard, it was knocked over.

In that same moment, Harry threw himself up in the air, estimating where the bus would land.

He caught it just in time, using all his strength to hold the bus up. A couple of windows broke as they smashed into the ground, the bus pushed him down the street a fair bit until it finally came to a grinding halt.

It was heavier than he had anticipated: his arms were trembling under the weight and he could swear they would give away any second if he didn't let go.

It was still a bit to the ground, so he slowly began to put the bus down. A police officer came running to him from his car.

Great, that's exactly what he needed.

"Hey! You in the suit, you're under arrest!"

"Sorry officer, gotta run!" the bus touched the ground and immediately he swung away after the crooks. "Alright, where are my greatest fans at…"

He let his senses do all the work, and there they were – still driving at a high speed a bit ahead of him. They were heading straight forward from the looks of it.

He had an idea. A crazy one, but it would certainly stop them in their tracks. Within seconds he had caught up to them and was right above them.

"Oi, fellas! I thought we could talk about that driver's license. You know – those that aren't fake?"

One of the guys aimed for him and fired.

Nope, time for plan B.

He dodged as efficiently as possible, landed on one of the walls and ran on it until he had an opening to land on the truck. Something in his side was stinging, a quick look and he noticed he had been hit.

A kick to the face was all it took the thug to drop his gun into the street.

"That's for shooting at me!"

Harry attached a web to him, and the other end at the side of a building. "And that's for being a pain in the butt!"

The thug screamed as he was yanked backwards from his seat, towards the building.

"Well, that's the shooter. Now, the grand finale."

He webbed the driver's face, grabbed the wheel and drove it straight into a tree. He jumped off and landed on top of the other.

"Hello. You still got that decoration I gave you for your windshield. I know right, it looks great!"

The men were obviously desperate to get rid of him, as they crashed into nearly everything in an attempt to lose him.

"Okay, enough laughs."

He webbed both men up and the truck's tires – it eventually came to a complete stop. He noticed the dead silence, which must mean the police had stopped their cars.

To avoid any further conflicts with them, he swung to a safe distance away and witnessed the scene from a rooftop.

"Well that worked out", he yawned and stretched.

But the armored car was nowhere to be seen. If he just had been a little faster, maybe he could have caught them all. But now he was too late and they probably had gotten away with millions worth in cash.

And that bullet stinging in his side didn't help at all. He often managed to dodge most that got thrown his way, but today he had slipped up. Maybe he was getting rusty, probably needed a long vacation before he was back in action.

"What did I tell you?" Hermione sighed while cleaning his wound.

"Hey, I messed up. It happens; it's not a big deal – ow!"

"You're sure? Because I think a bullet to your lungs could be a big deal."

"Well, lucky me it missed."

She shook her head.

"With a couple of inches."

"It still missed."

She looked at him with a firm gaze.

"It's not a game, Harry. Maybe to you it is, but to me it's not."

Harry chuckled.

"I know that."

"Why are you acting like it's something you can use to escape from reality with, then? I never liked the idea of you putting your life in danger like this. But what can I do to stop you? Every time you return it's with a bruise or a wound."

"I'll get better."

Hermione sighed, and put a blood-soaked hand on his chin.

"I know this means a lot to you. But if you keep going like this, you will sooner or later end up dead. Sirius wouldn't like the idea of you doing this as much as I do, but he wouldn't stop you because he would understand. So please, Harry, try to avoid getting shot in the future."

Harry nodded.

"It's not that easy, but I'll try. To be honest, I was… a little careless out there for my own good. Almost got squashed by a bus, several people waving their guns at me…"

"And that's the kind of thing that will get you killed. I'm not telling you to stop doing this, Harry. Just try to think twice before you do something."

"Yeah, yeah I got it."

She didn't look very convinced.

After she had sewed his wound and bandaged it, they went out to the kitchen for something to eat.

Thought aunt Petunia were already on the case; it smelled of chicken in the entire apartment. The table was already set with aunt Petunia's nicest plates and cutlery and made it look like this was some big family dinner.

It was only the third time Hermione had been here, and aunt Petunia acted as if it was a great family reunion.

They sat down around the table and waited.

"I hope you kids like chicken balti with rice. It's nothing special, but I hope it'll do", Petunia sighed. "If only Harry had told me earlier that you were coming, Hermione."

Hermione gave Harry a look.

"I thought I did tell you at least a couple of times this week", Harry said, confused.

"You told me to get the ice-cream for when she was coming here, yes. Not a single word about what day or time."

"Oh", Harry frowned his head in an attempt to remember that. "I've been busy. With… keeping my room clean?"

Hermione gave away a contained laughter.

Aunt Petunia looked at him over her shoulder, with an even bigger smile.

"You, cleaning your room? I would love to see that day", she said with a clucking laugh.

"Yeah, I wanted to keep the room clean."

"The whole week?"

"Yeah."

Hermione sighed with a smile.

AUTHORS END NOTES

I never were good at writing fights, therefore they may seem forced or uninteresting but I try my hardest. I've written fights in the past, but never at this level.

As for Harry being injured, I wanted to make it clear that he's still human. His bones will break, he will get shot - but that's what this story is about: an inexperienced Spider-Man. He still doesn't have full grasp of his powers.