WOW! I am late. Like, really, REALLY late! I'm really sorry guys, I've been out of town these past few days and have been slowly yet surely writing this chapter down over the span of the past two weeks. This chapter was also particularly hard to write, I had to choose what kind of angle to give this Peter's Spiderman, and how to get him into the first spotlight. Now, enough monologuing! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I-I don't understand why I have to keep claiming I have no rights. I have said the same thing for the past four chapters. What's that? I have to say it anyway? Huh, fine, I don't own anything! No Marvel, zip! Zero! Nada!

The next day was just like any other day for Peter. Wake up, go to school, work hard in science, take notes in history, snooze through Spanish; just another normal day. Well, apart from the fact that today he had crazy spider powers to hide from everyone.

He hadn't been at school for a while now, taking a few weeks to mourn his Uncle, doing homework that Harry would bring him. People came up to him and gave Peter their condolences, but Peter had moved passed that now, because he had a way to make sure his Uncle didn't die in vain. Though, that was for after school, right now he was just trying to be a normal kid, hanging out with his two best friends. The three of them—Peter, Gwen and Harry—chatted and joked together as if they had been less than a day apart, as friends should do.

After school, the three went back to Harry's house. They worked on homework, played video games and ate Chinese. 2 weeks away from school and his friends, it had felt like an eternity for Peter, he had missed out on so much. Like how Flash Thompson got his head stuck in a chair, or how Sam Alexander got stuck in a tire swing during Gym.

High school never seemed to be dull.

Peter excused himself to call his mom and tell her where he was. She seemed overly worried for Peter these days, and while Peter knew she had good reason to be, it was still annoying sometimes.

"Hello?" Peter heard his mothers voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey mom, I'm at Harry's house." He replied.

"Oh thank goodness, I was just about to call, have you eaten?" Pepper asked, the typical first question on a mothers mind.

"Yup, I also wanted to ask, can I stay over for the night?" Peter crossed his fingers, hoping she'd let him stay over.

"If it's alright with Harry's parents, I don't see why not. Just be home by 11 tomorrow."

Mission Accomplished

"Awesome! Thanks mom, love you!"

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Click.

Peter rejoined his friends, spending the rest of the evening hanging out together, by 8 in the evening, Peter was walking Gwen home. They chatted along the way, the same they would every evening similar to this one. Each time walking home they would both try to find a new route to follow, giving a sense of adventure to the otherwise boring walk through the Manhattan streets.

After a while, an uncomfortable silence fell upon the two.

"You never talked about him much." Gwen said.

"Huh?" The sudden blatant statement had caught Peter off guard.

"Your uncle," Gwen explained, "we always heard that you had an Uncle, but you never exactly talked about him much. What was he like?"

Peter pondered over the question for a while, what was his Uncle Rick like? He was amazing! He was caring and kind and everything you could want from an uncle, from a father. Those words weren't enough to describe how his uncle was. They were, at the end of the day, just words. Peter suddenly felt guilty, he had talked about Harry and Gwen all the time when his uncle was around, but he had never talked about his uncle with his friend. He hadn't even gotten a chance to introduce his uncle to them! The man who inspired Peter to use the powers given to him for good, the incredible man who Peter had learnt so much from, the memories of that man were now limited to just Peter and his family. To the outside world he would just be another story.

Gwen must have noticed Peters sudden silence, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. You don't have to answer that."

"N-No, it's okay," Peter reassured, "He-He was..." He fumbled over his words. There was no way to describe his uncle with words, it was impossible, simple fact. Though, if Peter couldn't describe his uncle to anyone, then there would be no hopes for his memory to be carried on.

"You grew up as the daughter of a police officer," Peter started, "you've always had some police officer on your tail, making sure your alright. You know how it feels to be treated like a glass figure, like you need to be taken care of around the clock. My father is a millionaire, a businessman, and a public superhero. He and my mom are the literal definitions of mother hen. Always worrying about my well-being, avoiding activities that normal kids would do on a daily basis, just because of my dad's public figure." Peter took a deep breath, deciding what to say next. "Uncle Rick was never like that, he made me feel normal. Like just another teen going out to the park, playing catch, eating ice cream out of a waffle cone and not a pure silver bowl." Peter gave an annoyed huff, remembering the event. "Uncle Rick was more like a second father to me than he was an Uncle. He always believed in my ability, he pushed me and inspired me to be independent and make my own decisions. He knew that he didn't have to hold my hand through tough situations, but he also knew when to step in if times got hard. Just imagine, having the burden of being a police officers daughter completely lifted, that's what my Uncle was to me."

Peter sighed, he wasn't used to, and he was definitely not fond of using the word 'was' so much while talking about his uncle. Though, he couldn't avoid it, the truth is hard to accept, but must be accepted sooner or later.

The two continued to walk in the same uncomfortable silence.

"I would say he sounds nice, but I don't think nice would cover it." Gwen said with a sad smile, "What I would give to have someone like that in my life," she chuckled, "well, I guess you and Harry are like that to me. All three of us are still just a bunch of outliers trying to fit in with the main cluster, no matter how rich or acknowledged we are."

Peter looked over at her with a grin, "Did you just use a scatter plot as a metaphor?" They both laughed for a while, "God you are such a nerd!"

"I'm the nerd? Says the person who keeps making chemistry jokes all the time!" Gwen exclaimed, and eyebrow raised.

"I wouldn't say I make them all the time. Rather, I make them periodically." Peter earned a playful slap over the head for that one.

The two continued joking around and laughing, as they had done all the time while growing up, some things seemed to never change no matter how old they got. They fooled around all the way back to Gwen's house, when they reached at last, Peter walked Gwen to the door.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, we both know how my mom can get if I'm not back at the tower in time." Peter said, flashing a playful smile.

"Be safe Peter." Gwen told him, the traditional plea all friends, all family ask when concerned for another's well being.

"I always am. See ya Gwen!"

"Bye Peter."

With that, Peter jogged down the stairs and made his way into the city.

This definitely wasn't the first time Peter had lied to his mom. True, he always tried to stay truthful with Gwen, but sometimes it was just for the best. 'Master of excuses', remember? Today was a prime example. Peter had told Gwen that Uncle Rick used to always inspire him, and his final hours were no different. His uncle had inspired him to do good with the powers he was gifted with, while he may have seemed cut-off and secluded the last few weeks, Peter had been working day and night trying to carry out his promise to his uncle, the promise that his powers wouldn't be wasted on selfish acts.

It was quarter past eight once Peter was behind his abandon warehouse to start his first 'experiment'. He dawned the skintight suit he had been working on the last week, and attached his webbing mechanism—or as he called them, 'web shooters'—to his wrists and entered the warehouse. He was greeted by darkness, with the faint sound of metal chains scraping against each other as the winds pushed against them. Peter flipped the switch of multiple lanterns which always rested on the right side of the warehouse. From there, Peter looked up and reached up to the roof of the warehouse, he brought down his middle and ring finger, pressing a barely visible button.

Thwip.

Success.

Peter pressed down on the button a tad harder, and slowly, he was lifted off his feet as the webbing slowly pulled Peter up to the roof. Once at the top, Peter pressed his finger tips to the roof and swung his feet up, getting into a crawling position. Fairly easy, except for the fact, of course, that he was in a crawling pose on the roof. Peter crawled his way to the nearest metal beam supporting the top of the warehouse, stuck onto it, climbed down the beam a few paces before leaping the rest of the way down, landing gracefully while kneeling in the traditional 'superhero stance'.

From there, Peter knew that he couldn't limit his testing to the warehouse, he had to move to a more difficult, everyday environment. In other words, he was going to try field work.

In 15 minutes Peter found himself atop an apartment building, looking over the bustling city of Manhattan. He could hear cars honking away, the roar of motorbikes rushing through the busy streets, a typical Friday night. To be perfectly honest, Peter had no idea where to begin. The Avengers had SHIELD to give them assignments, they also had a monitor to track major attacks—

Track major attacks.

Of course! That's what Peter would need, perhaps he would try scanning through different radio frequencies to find the police comm., and knowing Peter, he probably could get through.

Just then, in the distance, Peter heard a small scream. A child's scream.

Peter took a big breath and looked over the edge of the building, he could do this, he could do this. He had done the mathematical calculations in his brain time and time again. He had concluded that paired with his new 'sixth sense', he could use his webbing as a means of gliding across the city, quickly dodging incoming threats. Slowly, Peter took a step to the edge of the building, looking over the city, trying to pinpoint where the small scream had come from. He took another long, deep breath, and took a step into the open air.

Please work.

Peter began to fall, his senses going out of whack. He scanned his surroundings and fixated his gaze on a specific point, he held his arm out and pulled down his ring and middle finger,

Thwip.

A shot of webbing attached itself firmly to the point, pulling as Peter swung, yet strong enough to not rip, as Peter had designed it. This was exactly what had happened when he was swinging from chain to chain in the warehouse weeks ago. Only this time the stakes were higher, he was the one who had to choose where each shot of web was being placed, rather than simply reaching out and grabbing a given chain. His life, and possibly, the life of a child was on the line as each second passed.

Thwip.

The air rushed him at full speed as he swung, the sounds of the city became distorted as Peter built up speed. He had never seen Manhattan like this, nobody had ever seen Manhattan like this. So big and open with life shifting and moving at any given moment, yet so small, moving so quickly and suddenly all around, Peter barely found a chance to take in the details of his surroundings.

Thwip.

Peter had gotten the hang of shooting his webs at such speeds. He was suddenly met with a rush of confidence, ready to take on whatever lay ahead. For so long Peter had watched the Avengers go on to face large threats. They fought HYDRA, AIM, and corrupt organizations. For all Peter knew they could take on aliens if the earth was attacked. However, Peter always wondered who took care of the little guys. Sure, the police force was there, and they had things under control most of the time, but the world was changing. If an accident like the spider bite could change Peter so drastically, what would happen if powers like his own fell into the wrong hands. The Avengers couldn't be in New York all the time, and the police force would need help if a superhuman decided to cause trouble, and when that happened, Peter wouldn't stand around and watch.

Though, for now, Peter had to take baby steps.

Peter landed on the top of a one story office building, right below him in the parking lot, he saw a hooded man with a gun in hand, shoving a young girl—no older than seven years old—into a car. If there was one thing Peter never understood, it was the act of child abuse, how could one bring themselves to hurt a child in any way, shape or form. Peter, for one, wouldn't let it go unrecognized.

He flipped down to the ground and shot a web at the kidnappers gun, pulling back, the gun flew out of the man's hand.

"You know," Peter quipped, "if your gonna hurt a kid, don't dress like a criminal. Seriously, you think the whole hood and gun thing doesn't look suspicious."

"Who the hell do you think you are!" The man yelled.

"Ah yes, of course! Let me tell you my life story over some dinner!" Peter exclaimed sarcastically, "Does no one understand the concept of the mask!"

Behind the kidnapper, the little girl was trying to make a run for it. The man turned around and reached out to quickly grab her, but Peter was quicker. Peter shot a web at the man's ankle and yanked him to the ground, causing him to yell in surprise.

"What are you, some cop?" The man questioned, causing Peter to mentally face-palm.

"Really? You seriously think I'm a cop? A cop in a red and blue skintight suit? You know, you have the mind of a true scholar, Sir." With that, Peter webbed the man to the wall.

He struggled to break free, "Hey! Let me go! Come on, what is this!"

Peter pointed to his wrists, waving his fingers around, "Webbing, that I designed myself. Really I don't think you wanna know."

Peter continued to web the man to the wall, and the man kept yelling to let him go, Peter found it hilarious. Apparently, the little girl who was about to get kidnapped thought so too, as Peter heard small giggles of delight behind the car.

Peter made his way to behind the car, where the now webbed up kidnapper couldn't see. The little girl proceeded to take a few steps backward away from Peter, fearing what he would do to her. Peter decided to kneel down to her level and took of his mask, showing her that he meant no trouble.

"Hey there," Peter whispered, "it's okay, I won't hurt you, see? I'm just a kid like you."

The little girls eyes widened is disbelief, but she instead took a few steps forward instead of back. She looked away as a shy smile spread across her face. "Thank you."

"No problem, do you know where your mommy and daddy are?" Peter asked, the response was a shake of the head.

"Okay, how about I take you to that police station over there," Peter pointed to the far away lights of the police station a few blocks away, "and you ask the nice police officers to find your parents for you." Peter put his mask back on and held his arms out, welcoming the little girl to wrap her arms around his neck.

Peter supported the girl by her lower back, and held one arm out and shot a web, he brought the two of them back up to the roof of the office building. He turned his head to the girl, "Hold on."

Peter needed to be extra careful this time, he didn't swing too fast, he didn't leap too far, he did no flips or turns or sudden curves and made sure the young child was safe the whole way. They made it to the roof of the police station, Peter had a feeling that he was going to spend a lot of time on tops of buildings from now on.

Still in his arms, the young girl looked up to Peter, who couldn't help but smile. "You gotta name kid?" He asked

She thought for a while, "Jeanne," she replied, "what about you? Do you have a name?"

Peter thought about the question for awhile, did he have a name? He couldn't just outright tell the girl, Jeanne, his secret identity.

"Haven't thought of that one yet, I'll have to get back to you on that on." Peter said truthfully.

Jeanne looked him up and down, "You look like a spider." She stated, which received a laugh from Peter.

"Heh, yeah, that's what I was going for." Peter admitted, "Now I'm gonna web your chest and cast you down, when your near the floor pull off the web and it'll get the webbing off."

"Okay." Was the only reply. Once Jeanne had successfully gotten down from the web, she looked back up to Peter, "Goodbye Mister! Thank you for saving me!"

Behind the mask, Peter smiled. He then fired a web out to a near by building and swung his way back to the warehouse, he had work to do. Like getting a hold of the police radio frequency, and practicing ways to use his webs.

As he swung off, he left Jeanne to make her way to the police station door, watching in awe as her hero swung away.

Seven o'clock the next morning, Tony walked into the Avengers common room, where everyone was already awake and eating breakfast, as usual. Except this time, they were all staring at the T.V.

Steve turned to Tony, "Have you seen the news?"

"Well Capsicle, since I only woke up ten minutes ago. No, no I haven't." Tony replied.

Steve turned up the volume of the television, so Tony could properly hear the news anchor.

"Last night, a young Jeanne Foucault came into the Manhattan Police Department after almost being kidnapped by convicted criminal Kenneth Johnson. Jeanne explains a red and blue figure she calls 'Spiderman' saving her from Johnson last night. Kenneth Johnson was found shortly after, stuck to a wall in a web-like substance. Bystanders also report on seeing a similar red and blue figure swinging across Manhattan towards where Johnson was found, with amateur photographers showing photographic evidence of said figure. Who is this new 'Spiderman' and is he the new guardian angel of Manhattan? Find out tomorrow folks, on seven o'clock news!"

The Avengers were quiet for a minute, two minutes. Until Tony broke the silence, "So, Spiderman. That's new." Was all he said before he made his way to his lab. Breakfast could wait, he had research to do.

On the other side of town, Peter sat in a coffee shop, sketching in a notebook after listening to the news. He was lost in his own thoughts, until he had finished his drawing. He shoved his pencil in his backpack while he looked up to the television.

"So, Spiderman," He said to himself, a smirk on his face, "I like it." He finished. He looked down to his drawing, a simple silhouette of a spider facing upwards. Four smaller legs facing up while four larger legs facing down. He shoved the notebook into his backpack as well. As he left the coffee shop, he silently planned the material he would make his drawing out of.

After all, he was gonna need a logo.

A/N: Ta-da! Again, this chapter took me a very long time to write. Since I've been out of town, I also haven't been able to edit as thoroughly as I hoped, so excuse any larger grammatical errors. I'll truly try to put 110% into my next chapter. Now! For Reviews!

Melancholy's Sunshine: I cannot wait to write Peter with the Avengers now! First day after his first night of patrolling, how will he act? I want Peter to kind of go back to that teenager persona, because while it's easy for the Avengers to be two very different people in and out of battle, Peter is still a teen. I guess I want to show kind of how the personality of Spiderman and Peter Parker are separated by a blurred line. Maybe Peter will suddenly say something with complete Spiderman snark, leaving the Avengers baffled, who knows? As for bonding, I can't exactly say that there will be any 'bonding' with characters outside the Avengers-verse (Example: Fantastic Four, Daredevil, Deadpool). But I did originally have a cameo for our favorite blind vigilante planned for this scene, but was shortly cut out. Though, expect a short scene with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen at some point, not sure if I'll get to it next chapter, but I do have a scenario in mind.

'Guest of honor': Oh yes! The Avengers and the itsy bitsy Spider will be meeting up soon enough! But not without a bit of research, though I doubt they will get very far considering who it is. We'll just have to wait and see!

EowynPevensie90: Ah, yes! Auntie Nat! People fail to remember that while Black Widow was trained to kill, Natasha Romanoff once had family she loved, and with this new, messed up family, and this 'nephew', Natasha Romanoff is a kind and loving person at home. Expect to see more of the Avengers interacting with Peter later on, I especially want to write Steve and Clint.

Krishnaa: Oh yes! While right now it may seem that Peter is bubbly and jumpy, expect more hurt Peter along the way. I'm not giving up on that character, it will give more to Peters character development. As for the Avengers, there's a new hero in town, and their gonna get to the bottom of it!

I am so glad so many of you are enjoying this story, and again, I am SO sorry for being late.

See you next chapter! Ciao!