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"I'm home!"

Peter walked through the elevator and into the common room, dropping his bag on the floor beside him. He had his hoodie pulled up over his head and his sleeved pulled over his hands, covering them from the cold. Last nights master plan hadn't exactly included what he would do after he finished being Spiderman for the night. Not staying over with Harry and not coming home hadn't exactly been one of Peters brightest ideas, the last night had been cold while he slept in the warehouse with just a lantern by his side. It was probably karma for lying to his mom.

Peter looked around the room, it had been quieter than it usually was. Usually, there was someone or the other in the common room. There was no note or text telling him that they were on a mission or outside, so his family had to be somewhere. Peter looked down the hall to hear if anyone was around, but it was completely silent.

"If I may be of assistance, Master Peter. The avengers are up on floor 75, your father's lab. While your mother is out doing some shopping" A sudden voice informed.

Good old Jarvis.

"Thanks Jarvis, I'll make my way up." Peter folded the disembodied voice. He had always found it odd, replying while looking up at no particular point on the ceiling, but it was only polite. Did a robot really care about politeness? Peter didn't want to find out.

Peter made his way up to floor 75, he was greeted by a long hallway, different laboratories on either wall, and one large 'main' lab at the very and of the hallway. It was from the main lab where he heard familiar bickering from, so Peter made his way forward. From outside the room, he saw multiple screens turned on, it was obvious his father was doing research of some sort rather than inventing. Perhaps he had a lead with one of HYDRA's missions, it had been much too quiet after Uncle Rick's death, something big was bound to happen sooner or later.

As he entered the room, he saw all the Avengers towards the left of the room, where the main screen was located.

"Hello?" He announced, seeing the Avengers were paying their full attention to the main screen.

Tony turned around, seeing Peter at the door, he grinned.

"Hey slugger! Have you seen the news recently?" He asked, looking back at the screen.

Peter was confused, had something happened that he didn't know of? Hydra attack? Some celebrity scandal?

"No, not really." Peter replied, hesitant.

He looked up at the main screen, getting a glimpse of what the Avengers were looking at, Peter's eyes widened in shock. He continued to look at the surrounding screens.

Holy crap!

Spiderman, Spiderman, everywhere was Spiderman. Every news station was covering it, it was on the front page of every newspaper. The screens were full of videos and pictures of a red and blue streak shooting through Manhattan. It was insane! All Peter had done was save one child, and somehow he had gotten the attention of all of New York!

"They're calling him Spiderman! Apparently, he saved some little girl last night, now he's plastered all over the news!" Tony said excitedly, Peter wasn't surprised. His father had always been one to run towards a mystery, like Sherlock Holmes.

Peters as freaking out, he was silent, but he was freaking out. Sure, he wanted to go noticed as a hero, but Spiderman had gone through the roof! Now everyone under the sun knew about Spiderman, including the police, even SHIELD. Oh hell, this wasn't good at all.

Peter tried to play it cool, acting completely dumb in the situation, "So, is he like, a mutant or something?" Good, good idea. If he could lead their search far away from Peter himself, he had nothing to worry about!

"That's what I thought at first! But I contacted Professor Xavier, and he hasn't found any mutants with a spider mutation, so that's off the drawing board."

Well, that didn't work.

Peter had to remove himself from the conversation, ASAP. He knew for a fact that if he tried to prolong his dad's research any longer, he'd give something away, and that was the last thing he needed.

"Welp, that's the only possibility I see." Peter said quickly, "Good luck."

With that, Peter rushed out of the lab. He made his way down to the common level and went to pick up his bag, except the bag wasn't there. Where was his bag? It had his Spiderman costume it! Peter rushed around the common room, looking under the couches and behind the coffee table, he had to find his bag!

"Looking for this?"

Peter whirled around to see his mother, wearing a mischievous smirk while holding his bag, his closed bag.

"You have got to stop leaving your things around Peter, someone can trip and fall! You're just like your father!" His mother exclaimed, frustrated. She placed Peters bag on the kitchen counter, and turned around to open the fridge. "Do you have and leftovers from your lunch yesterday? I should probably throw them out if they've gone bad. I'm putting some spaghetti on the counter if you want to eat later on." She turned around to Peters backpack, moving to open it.

Peter felt something in his mind click, because before he knew it, Peter ran half way across the room, grabbed his backpack from the counter and hugged it close to his chest. Words started rushing our of his mouth, "You know mom! I am feeling a bit hungry! There's a perfectly fine apple in my bag, I'll just eat that! I've got a lot of homework I have to do so I'll just eat it while I do that! That sounds good! Thanks mom!" With that he ran to his room, leaving his mother in the dust. Peter slammed the door behind him and locked it. He felt the sudden adrenaline rush slow down, as he dropped his bag by his bed and dived onto his bed.

Smooth, Peter. Smooth.

Peter needed a hiding place to put his suit, he couldn't risk a close call like that in future. He looked around his room, he could put it in the bathroom cabinet, but the bathroom was cleaned every week. Putting it in the closet was just welcoming his mom to find it. Under the bed, no, too cliché, though behind the bed? Bingo! Peter grabbed a plastic bag and shoved his suit inside, then slipped the bag behind the headboard. So that it was difficult to spot at first isn't but easy enough to reach.

All seemed peaceful until a knocking came at his door, Peter wasn't surprised, he shouldn't have run off on his mom like that. He got up and opened the door to a very worried Pepper.

"Peter? What's going on honey? I know it's been two weeks but even then, your not yourself." Peter could hear the worry in his mom's voice, which made him feel guilty.

"Sorry mom, it's just, I was working with Gwen on my science project last night, and we had a breakthrough. I just don't want anyone to see it until opening day." Peter assured,

All that did was make Pepper more confused, "Peter, the 'science project' was an excuse I made up so you could go to Oscorp. There never was a science project."

Well, Peter didn't see that one coming. He used the 'science project' excuse so often, he must have forgotten consistency. Now, well, he was screwed, royally screwed. Suddenly, Peter had an idea.

He ran over to his bag and pulled out his sketchbook. Flipping past his spider logo, he had always used this sketchbook for sudden thoughts. Imaginary inventions, workout paper for math homework, little notes he made every now and then.

"We're working on an actual science project based on what we learned at Oscorp, me and Gwen chose the topic of the regenerative factor of lizards, and we actually got somewhere." Peter explained, turning to a random page of his book filled with random formulas and numbers scattered around. "But you can't tell anyone! It's a secret, I want to show it to dad when opening day arrives."

Pepper seemed to relax, with that, Peter knew he was in the clear. "It's been a hectic month for all of us Peter, I'm just worried about you." Pepper said with a sad smile, "I don't want you hiding anything from me Peter, if you need anything, speak up. We don't have to tell anyone else, it can just be between you and me."

"You don't have to worry about me mom, everything's fine." Peter reassured,

"Good luck on your project, honey." Pepper said, closing the door behind her.

Peter once again, plopped on his bed. He couldn't work like this, he couldn't just keep lying to his mom, it was heartbreaking. The truth was, he had to, he couldn't let her find out he was Spiderman. Not only for his sake, but for his mom's sake, last time he told someone about his powers, things took a turn for the worse. Peter wouldn't let that happen, ever again. So for now, he would keep to himself, that would be the best for all of them.

It was an hour before sunset, to his parents, Peter had gone to study with Harry and Gwen, with his exams coming up and all. To Peter, he was swinging across Manhattan in his Spiderman costume, which now dawned the new spider logo. Thanks to the comm. link he connected to the police frequency, Peter had already stopped a car crash and a mugging. He was still getting used to the rush while swinging with his web shooters, but every minute he was getting better.

It was no use trying to go out of his way to avoid the sight of cameras and news programs, spot something red and blue swinging in the sky, Peter would be intrigued too. All he could do was try to ignore them and keep swinging. It was hard, though, as every time he stopped to take a breather, people would swarm around him asking him thousands of questions. Not the best of situations when trying to keep on the down low.

Peter swung himself onto a high building, sitting himself up on the edge. He looked down on the bustling streets of Manhattan, cars zooming to-and-fro, people hurrying down the sidewalks, all under Peters dangling feet. How his he get here? The past month seemed to just zoom by. From the moment Peter's mom signed that permission slip to go to Oscorp, everything doubled in speed. The events that had happened over the course of three weeks seemed to stretch through a continuous blur of moments. One moment he was writing notes, the next he was but by a science experiment, the next he had powers, the next his uncle died. Now, here he was, Peter was swinging across the city in red and blue spandex going under the identity of Spiderman.

Peter suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his comm. go off.

"/Crrrtch/ Code 10 39, Truck reported carrying drugs, resisting police, chase in pursuit, backup requested. /Crrrtch/"

Just then, Peter looked down to see a delivery truck swerving left and right, avoiding oncoming cars, with two police cars following close behind it, sirens ablaze. The back hatch of the truck was open, two gunmen firing at will. Bullets were flying everywhere. Screams and shouts echoed through the lane.

Peter pushed himself off the building and fell down, he shot a web up last minute and swung at full force towards one of the gunmen. His senses warning him and helping him dodge oncoming bullets. He stretched out his legs and rammed the into the man's chest, sending him flying to the back of the truck. Bags of contraband falling on his head. Peter swiftly dodged the second gunman's bullets, grabbed the gun and threw it to the side, then threw a punch straight to the jaw, knocking the man out cold.

Next, Peter jumped out and stuck to the side of the truck, he crawled up to the front of the truck and just under the side. He knew he couldn't just keep banging his fist on the window until it broke, so he did the first thing that came to him mind. Not one of Peter's brightest ideas, but it was worth a shot. He reached his hand up and knocked thrice on the window, then popped his head up, and his a turning motion with his hand, trying to get the driver to put the window down. It was a stupid idea, Peter knew that much, at the back of his head, he was doing it for the gags.

Much to his surprise, the driver obliged, perhaps this comedic style was actually helping Peter get somewhere. Peter went with it.

"Excuse me, Mister Criminal," Peter announced, extending his hand into the window for a handshake. "My name is Spiderman. Now if you don't mind me asking, could you please slow down your vehicle, you may be aware you are far above the speed limit."

Peter's reply was a fist coming towards his face, which he swiftly dodged, he continued talking.

"You know, you could always stop the truck and turn yourself in. Next year when you get out of jail you could be a chef! Or a news reporter! Maybe even a taxi driver, you seem good at driving! A bit reckless if you ask me but your up there!"

The driver pulled out a gun and shot at Peter, "What are you some kind of comedian!"

Peter jumped up to the top of the truck as the bullets shot. He webbed the gun to a lamppost and watched it shoot out of the driver's hand and out the window. Peter knelt down so he peered back into the window upside-down.

"I dunno, I'd like to think of myself as one, if been practicing my witty one liners, I'll see where I go with it." Peter yelled so the wind roaring past didn't drain out his voice. He looked onto the road and saw the truck was rocketing towards an open crosswalk, people were running out of the way, but not fast enough. Peter looked back to the wheel of the truck, "Let me help you with that!"

With that, Peter webbed the far side of the wheel and pulled. Turning the whole vehicle left just before the crosswalk, crashing it into a street lamp. As the airbags shot out, Peter jumped off the truck to see police swerving to a stop, stepping out of the car, guns pulled out and at the ready. The press were coming in behind them, cameras out and pointing to the reporters, mics in hand. Bystanders rushed towards the truck too, snapping pictures of 'Spiderman', yelling his name and asking questions.

Peter did nothing but looked up, webbed a far away building and swung away.

He landed back on a building and tried to catch his breath. The adrenaline rushing through his veins was slowing down to a stop. His breathed in and out at a rapid pace, eyes darting around, all senses still alert and at the ready for danger. Peter finally calmed down and relaxed, he stood up and looked back down at the scene. The driver and two gunmen were being arrested on the spot, the contraband being escorted out of the vehicle. By now many more civilians were gathered around, trying to get a better look at what was happening. The front of the truck was totaled, that truck wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Peter sighed in relief, Spiderman strikes again, he chuckled at the thought.

Peter had relaxed all too quickly, because suddenly his sixth sense—his Spidey sense—was going off like a fire alarm. Peter quickly looked left and right, trying to find the oncoming fight.

"Spiderman!" A voice called, "I've been looking forward to meeting you."

Peter knew that voice all too well. He had never had to hear it often, but he could spot it anywhere in a crowd. It was full of pride and excitement, with a hint of smugness too, the voice was also always accompanied by a 'fwooshing' sound around it, it sounded mechanical. The manor it talked in just screamed 'behold my awesomeness'. Yes, Peter knew this voice well, and with that, he knew exactly where to look.

Peter turned around and looked up, to see Iron Man hovering in front of him, making sure that he was quite a bit higher too, as he always did. Peter would know, he would know his own Dad.

This was not good.

I'M BAAACCCKK! Ta-da! Shorter chapter, I know. Again, I'm going back to the drawing board after this, get an idea of what's going to conflict with Spiderman and what's going to conflict with Peter both at home and with his friends. I might have to go read a few of the comics, and rewatch the movies. Put 110% into the next chapter! For now, one step at a time, let's look at the reviews!

UPDATE: This is from when the story is just about to be uploaded, GUY WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWS! That is insane! Thnak you all so much for your support, and for your interest in this story. Keep it up guys! Thanks again.

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