Years had passed since Peter had started his life living with the Avengers. He had been told many years later, when he'd been old enough to understand, that his Aunt May and Uncle Ben had been in a horrible car accident one night with him in the back seat. He'd been the only survivor. The Avenger's had picked his tiny body from the back seat, Clint trying to keep hold and calm him down, while his Aunt May begged Steve to take care of her nephew. It had been her last dying wish. Peter sighed staring down at the street below from where he clung to the side of a skyscraper watching those below pass on their daily lives. He was pretty sure his fathers would both have a heart attack when he arrived home tonight. It was also why he was delaying his arrival home as long as possible.

He crawled along the wall of the old brick building and sat on a window ledge putting his chin on his hand which rested on his knee as he propped it up. Since he'd donned his Spider-Man suit his fathers had been on his case every hour wanting him to report in. That wasn't always possible. Sometimes they'd show up, suited up, and aide Spider-Man which annoyed him to no end. He could handle things on his own and that's how he liked it. Well, except for his idiot of a best friend Wade. That dip showed up just about every other fight to check on him. He smirked under his mask thinking back to when he was little and how Wade was always causing trouble and he was always having to stop him or clean it up. He wouldn't trade it though. In fact, tonight would have been a very great night for Wade to have shown up, but he'd been busy doing god knows what and Peter had gotten the living crap beaten out of him by some psycho with a burning pumpkin for a head. He heaved in a sigh knowing he couldn't delay the inevitable and that he'd have to return home sometime, he couldn't hide his appearance because Jarvis taped everything, and his fathers would smell the burnt skin and blood on him. It was nice not being grounded for a few weeks at least…

Peter scrunched up his nose prepping himself for the onslaught of interrogating angry questions and remarks he was about to receive.

"Peter Benjamin Parker!" was the first voice he heard rushing to meet him in the hallway of the main living area floor he'd reached on the elevator to the tower. He let out a breath trying his best to remain cool. He rubbed the back of his neck shrugging.

"Hey Dad. I know it looks bad but honestly you should see the other guy…" he tried. It wasn't even convincing to himself. Tony didn't stop in his pursuit of his son. He got into the elevator, grabbed the boy's suit, and hauled him out.

"Your father is having a literal full blown panic attack watching the news. He saw that guy blow the car you were on sky high. He also saw your ass getting drug behind a truck at one point when your web got stuck in the bumper…" Tony didn't stop to breath until he'd finished. He was glaring angrily down at his teenage punk of a kid who'd recently decided to become a superhero.

"I'm alive?" Peter tried again raising an eyebrow cocking his head to the side. "Ow!" he fell forward after Tony smacked the back of his head letting him go.

"Go show your father you're in fact alive." Tony ground out pointing a finger at the hallway. "And then, to your room." Peter stood up rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh come on. Dad!" he peeled his mask off. "Seriously? I'm sixteen. You can't honestly ground me to my room." Peter retorted.

"See your father. Grounded. To room. In that order. March." Tony snapped crossing his arms over his chest. Peter's shoulders slumped down in defeat.

"I'm going." Peter rolled his eyes.

"Car's mine." Tony said seeing his son roll his eyes. "Keep it up and I'll take the skate board too." Peter groaned and began trudging down the hallway towards his parents' bedroom where he knew Steve would be.

(Later that night…in Peter's room…)

"Wade stop!" Peter hissed trying to pry his best friend off his back.

"Stop squirming dipshit." Wade laughed gently in his ear. The older boy, by two years, reached over Peter's body and snatched his cell phone.

"Give it back!" Peter protested trying to shoot web at his friend and get the phone back. Wade blocked the web with a book on the end of the bed and smirked when it retracted out of his hands hitting Peter in the face. Parker fell off the bed and Wade had successfully opened his friend's text messages.

"Let's see…Gwen…Gwen…Gwen…Gwen Gwen Gwen…Do you ever text anyone else?" He asked as he scrolled through them. Peter jumped over the bed trying to flexibly surprise Wade but again the older boy laid back on the bed as Peter pounced and he went sprawling across the other boy.

"What are you doing?" he sighed knowing he'd lost this battle. He propped his torso up on his elbows across Wade's stomach staring up at the boy laying beneath him. He held the phone up still typing something on the screen.

"Telling Gwen that you're busy tonight. She's very clingy Petey." Wade chuckled hitting send.

"What the heck did you type psycho?" he finally grabbed the phone from Wade once his friend had sent the message.

"That you're with me." He grinned. Peter made an undignified sound reading the message Wade had actually sent.

"Wade!" he snapped throwing the phone at the boy's head. "Why would you say that!?"

"Is Petey embarrassed?" Wilson laughed now running a hand over Peter's head like he was a cat.

"We are not lovers you idiotic nimrod! Now Gwen's going to think I'm gay…thanks jerk!" Peter sighed half-heartedly smacking Wade in the stomach.

"You're the one laying on top of me Petey. And by the way, you might want to lower your voice. Your grounded remember? I'm not supposed to be here?" Peter scrambled off his friend eyeing him highly annoyed.

"I'm grounded for saving thirty people this afternoon." He muttered.

"You got your ass kicked in the process. How are you going to explain these bruises?" Wade chuckled looking at a new bruise forming alone Peter's jaw.

"You and I got into a fight again?" he asked running a hand through his hair. "People seem to take that answer without many questions."

"Cause they know I'd kick your ass." Wade grinned. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Please…"

"That a challenge?" Wade's grin spread. Peter's eyes widened.

"N-no! No! Wade!" Peter gasped as Wade tackled him into the bed locking him in a choke hold.

"Say Uncle Ben!" he laughed teasing the smaller boy. Peter choked, his eyes twitching, as he clawed at Wade's arms trying to get loose.

"You…are…a horrible…friend!" Peter coughed out trying to twist and turn out of his friend's wrestling grip.

"You love me." Wade hummed holding Peter down chuckling.

"I hate you." Peter smacked at Wade's bicep.

"Close enough." He let the spider boy go laughing. He ruffled the boys hair shoving the brunette gently on the bed.

"I don't know why I let you come over." He rubbed his neck eyeing Wade.

"I don't know why you do either." He smirked laying back on Peter's bed smirking. He crossed his legs, one over the other, and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked confused.

"Sleeping. It's that thing you do at night…before we go back to school in the morning." Wade yawned out still with a lopsided grin on his face.

"You're an idiot." Peter remarked getting off the bed.

"But I'm your idiot Parker."

"I'm getting a shower…" Peter ignored Wade's last comment before heading for the bathroom attached to his room.

After Wade had heard the water turn on and there was a safe amount of steam billowing from the shower he got off the bed sneaking towards the bathroom. Silently he made his way to the toilet.

There was a flush.

"WADE!" Peter screeched from the shower stall as freezing water shot out.