With enormous haste he caught up to the sirens, emanating from a whole group of emergency vehicles.

There had to be something really bad going down, judging by the amount of cars sent out. He started shuffling the different possible scenarios through his head, maybe it was an explosion; a huge fire; or even a hostage situation.

He swung very close to the street only to pull himself up again, high up above the vehicles. All the way up where he was, he could see it: a huge roaring fire surrounding a sixteen-story apartment block. It looked like a giant candle towering up from the ground and illuminating everything around it with its burning hot flames.

Harry felt the panic coming over him as he saw the inferno. "Oh no. Oh no. Oh, this is bad. This is real bad!"

He hurried as fast as he possibly could, afraid that he would not get there in time. And it was a lot of people to save; how would he save all of them? There was no way he could…

An explosion blew up from the building in a fiery cloud. How many people had died in that blast?

He got himself close to the building and stared at the raging flames with fear. There's no way everyone would get out.

It was a lot of cover; a lot of floors and a lot of people.

"Oh man", he saw a couple of fire-men struggling to get the people out. "Maybe I should help."

He spun a web and swung straight through a window with enough force to break it. Panting and coughing he tumbled down on the floor, struggling to get up on his feet.

His spidersense was going off the charts as he tried to see through the coal-black smoke. He heard crying, screaming, the raging flames all at once.

What was he supposed to do? With agility and speed he jumped through the flames and landed on the ceiling, quickly crawling around it, trying to spot anyone in need of help.

The heat was slowly but surely getting to him and he felt the streams of sweat gluing his mask to his skin.

"Is anyone here?" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

He heard a loud cough from the corner of the room and immediately navigated his way through the rubble.

"Help! Anyone! Help!"

In the corner a woman sat with a small crying girl in her arms.

Harry landed with a thud on the floor, and without a second of hesitation he lifted the little girl up in his arms and let her cling around his neck. He attempted to pull the woman up from her spot, but she refused and shook her head.

"Get my girl out, please!" she begged.

"Mom!"

"I'm not leaving you here!" Harry screamed behind the mask.

A smaller explosion shook rumble down over them, quickly he shielded the girl as much as he could.

"Go!" the woman shouted.

Harry hesitated for a second, before pulling himself away and jumping out of the closest exit. "Don't look down", he yelled at the girl while swinging her down to safety.

Exhausted and coughing, he put down the little girl with a couple of the fire-men.

They just stared at him with a confused look.

"How did you…?"

"I'm going back in there", Harry coughed through the mask.

"Are you nuts? That place will blow in any second!"

"There's still people in there!"

"We got most of them out, we had a little help from…"

A blazing explosion blew up from the place Harry just had left.

In shock he looked up.

"Mommy!"

Harry tossed himself up, and swung into the same apartment.

Amongst the flames, he spotted a man in armor, that just had left the place.

"Hey!"

Another explosion blew up, this time right in front of him. It launched him back into wall and down on the floor, paralyzed.

Slowly, everything went dark while he still could see the fire burning in the corner of his eyes.

Harry attempted to move, but he felt his right leg was stuck. He was lying on something soft and warm.

As he moved his arm, someone grabbed his hand in a tight grip.

"Don't move", a voice told him.

It was Hermione.

Slowly he opened his eyes and fixated them on her face beside him. She looked like she had been crying for hours on end.

He looked at the bandaged leg, suspended in the air.

"I would hug you, but that would only cause you more pain", she said in a low tone.

She looked at him like he was dying or something.

"Why do you keep doing this to yourself, Harry?" she sniffed.

He could see on her face how broken she was after this whole event.

"I tried, you know", he mumbled. "I really tried. But there was an explosion, it knocked me back…"

Suddenly the door to the hospital-room opened. In stepped Tony, he started walking around the room.

Harry was surprised to see him here.

"What are you doing here? Hermione, what is he doing here?"

Hermione looked at him like he just had insulted her personally. "Mr Stark saved your life. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be here."

"What?"

Tony snickered while walking around the room.

"You have heart, kid. I give you that", he said. "But next time, call for backup. Or just let the big guys do the job."

"What do you think I am, incapable?"

Tony suddenly changed his tone and became a bit aggressive. "No, I don't think you're incapable, but you, acting out your little superhero dreams almost cost you your life! Harry, I can see great potential in you but you're just wasting it all away! You could become something the average man look up to."

"What, like you?"

Tony pulled his hand through his hair and was quiet for a while.

"You know who I am, right?"

"You're Tony Stark, the prick who tried to trick me into your boyband."

Tony scoffed and shook his head.

"I'm Tony Stark – genius billionaire and owner of Stark Industries. Not too unlike you, I also dress up in a suit doing ridiculous things under the name Iron Man. But I sure as hell don't throw my ass in a fire without thinking first!"

"I had it under control, you didn't need to save me."

"Yeah? I could've left you burning to a crisp, but I didn't! If I had, your aunt would've been forced to bury another loved one!"

Harry couldn't move much, but if he'd the ability to, he would've tossed him out the window in a heartbeat.

Hermione didn't look to happy either, and raised her eyebrows, looking at Tony.

"If you excuse me, mr Stark, Harry needs to rest."

Tony didn't meet her gaze, but instead simply nodded and walked out the door.

Hermione looked at Harry, gripping his hand harder.

Harry gritted his teeth. "He had no right to…"

"I know, Harry. I know."

The next day Harry was back in action although Hermione had strongly advised against doing much of anything until he was fully healed.

But he couldn't stand taking it easy while the rest of the city was fully active and full of things going down every moment.

As he looked out over the city, his phone called. He sighed and answered.

"Yeah?" his eyes spotted a car chased by a couple of police cars, all speeding fast down the street, and immediately he jumped off the rooftop and swung after it.

"For goodness sake, Harry! I turn my back to you for one second and you're off getting hurt again?" Hermione sounded more than just upset, more like I-will-burn-you-alive-kind of angry.

"Yeah, I just went out for some fresh air."

She was silent while he got closer to the speeding car at the front.

"Are those sirens?"

"Yeah, they just passed by me on the street! Crazy, right?"

"Harry…"

"Sorry, I gotta go. Love you."

He turned off his phone and tossed himself spiraling up in the air with a loud joy filled yell.

After webbing up some bad guys, he returned back home around noon only to be met with a slap across his mask-covered face.

"What did you do that for?" he yelled behind the mask.

Hermione looked like she'd had enough. "What is your problem? I thought this weekend was supposed to be about us, not your superhero fantasies!"

"Fantasies? I save people's lives, I do things no one else can! Am I not supposed to use these powers, is that what you're telling me?"

"You don't get it, do you?" she looked angrily at him with watered eyes. "You don't get how it feels when you just leave? When you go out there and do… all this? And for what? Because being famous in the wizardry world isn't enough for you?"

She stared at him with something that resembled disappointment or maybe even disbelief.

Harry stared back behind the mask.

"I thought you were okay with this", he mumbled.

She didn't say anything.

"I thought you built these web-shooters for a reason, I thought you helped me making this suit…"

"Yes, but it's different from making a promise you can't keep! You promised it was going to be just us this weekend, no Spider-Man. But you lied again, Harry. You lied, and I don't know if I can trust you anymore", she gave a small, hysterical laugh. "Who knows? Maybe you will beat me to death in my sleep, just like with that boy?"

Harry took a deep breath behind his mask. He was at the edge to tears and didn't know how else to keep them back.

"Give me a last chance", he begged.

She gave a sigh and put her hand on his cheek with a regretful look.

"I have known you for nearly six years, Harry. I know that, once you set your mind to something, you're not going to stop no matter what. You have promised time and time again to put away the suit while I'm here", she said.

"I also promised something else", Harry felt the tears coming down his face behind the mask, which also made his voice muddy. "I promised to do everything in my power to keep people from harm. That includes you."

"Harry, I mean no disrespect but I think you might have taken your uncle's words too serious. I don't think he meant for you to risk your life every day, I think he referred to Voldemort, not…"

Harry looked up at her.

"I know he's on the move."

"What?"

"He's planning something. I don't know. Death Eaters came to Dungeon Alley… I saw them at a distance but I didn't get close enough to see what they were doing."

He walked over to the bed and sat down. She slowly sat down beside him.

"Why haven't you told me?" she asked.

Harry shrugged.

"I don't know", he looked down on the floor, then up to her again. "But I don't want to lose you too, Hermione. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

Blaring sirens were heard at a distance.

She smiled.

"Well… if you're so keen of saving the world, it needs you right now, Spider-Man."

Harry raised up. "I thought you…"

"We'll have this conversation afterwards! Hurry!"

A bit confused, Harry gave her a last look before jumping out of the window again.

AUTHORS END NOTES

Misery, misery. That's what you've chosen. Originally this was going to be the chapter where Green Goblin would be introduced, but I thought it would be way too early and changed it to Iron Man/Tony Stark saving Harry out of the burning building.

Also you may ask, why does Hermione act like she doesn't know what she wants. That's because that's exactly what it is. She doesn't. She wants Harry to be happy, but she fears for his life everytime he puts the suit on. Or maybe I'm just talking out of my ass and I don't know what I want with her character.