A/N: I'm so, so sorry this took so very, very long to update. I know it's been more than a few months since the last proper one and it wasn't very nice of me to make you all wait.

I can't promise how fast chapters will be coming out again after this one, I'm trying to get back into it again like I said in the last AN, I really am, but it has been difficult in general life for me recently. Unfortunately, one of my friends had both their lungs fail and had to have a double transplant. She's doing fine so far, and is waking up from the induced coma and recovering and all... So yeah, she's getting better and I'll hopefully see her again soon.

Anyway, away from all that mildly depressing text. Again, I hope that updates won't take this long in the future, but I can't promise anything, knowing me. But for now, please enjoy. :)

The ride was quiet to begin with. And unfortunately for Peter, it mostly consisted of him being stared at.

For the most part, Peter had accepted this and tried his best to ignore the many pairs of eyes that were constantly on and boring into him. But after an hour into the long journey, he'd gotten slightly fed up.

He huffed out a sigh as he spoke. "Alright, what? You've been staring at me the past hour. Ask questions or lecture me on my age yadda yadda yadda. Just pop to it, we'll be there soon."

Most of the occupants flinched and looked away guiltily. Ones who did not, like Natasha and Thor, just gave a small wince.

There was a beat of silence before anyone decided to speak up.

"How?" One word. The one word question that had been on everyone's minds was asked and Peter was silently glad it had been that question.

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but instead slipped his mask off so he could properly look anyone in the eye if need be.

"Spider bite." Was all he offered for now, tapping the back of his neck. He was hoping someone would probe him a little more for more information. He felt no real need to, but did it anyway just to get on their nerves slightly at having to ask for an elaboration.

"Details, if you please." It was Natasha who spoke this time, halting Steve from furthering the original question. So, Peter launched into the explanation that he hoped would be satisfactory.

"Well, my dad was a geneticist at OsCorp. He and Doctor Connors had been working together on the theory that, if they could isolate certain parts of the DNA in some animals that cause regeneration of cells, or even limbs, they could potentially cure things like cancer. Or even give people back lost appendages, which was pretty much the main reason Connors was on the project in the first place.

"They created these spider-human hybrids, with venom that was theorized to have this cell regenerative ability. They were almost ready to move onto testing when my dad found out what they were going to do with the spiders. So he destroyed all the research he could and killed all the spiders he could before fleeing the country with my mum." Peter sighed again before continuing.

"Their plane crashed from an unknown cause and they both died. But I have half a mind to think OsCorp was behind it. Turns out they died for nothing because they managed to save some of the work and bred the spiders again.

"Long story short, I snuck in so I could speak with Connors, found my way into the very convenient spider room and managed to get myself bit. I woke up on the train home less than an hour later and managed to accidentally knock down a few men I'd accidentally managed to piss off with a metal pole... fun times..." Peter snorted amusedly at the memory. It still felt like it was yesterday, waking up suddenly hyper aware of everything around him, as well as the slight precognition ability that he'd affectionately dubbed his 'Spider sense'.

There was a minute of silence as the group processed the short explanation, while also thinking of something else to ask while the opportunity was there.

"How do you get the web?" Bruce asked next, whom had been quiet and the only one not staring during the journey so far.

"Well, in the previously mentioned convenient spider room, they'd been harvesting the spider's web and storing it in a fluid form in little capsules. Connors let me have a look at them and I made my web shooters-" He held out his wrists and pointed to the small red device's.

"-With a watch and few other small bits and bobs I found around the house. Eventually I figured out a cheap way to make the fluid myself so I didn't have to rely on the spiders."

A few of the fellow heroes in the room started at that.

"A watch?" Clint asked incredulously. To which Peter merely nodded the affirmative.

"Huh. That's pretty cool. Not as cool as what I managed to build while being held captive, but still pretty effective. Wait- how did you stop Connors, The Lizard? I've been wondering that for a while. I know you put something in that launcher on top of OsCorp, but it had all dissipated before Jarvis could get a sample."

"Oh. It was actually not that interesting. The serum Connors injected himself with had an antidote, as did every other batch as a precaution. While I was busy being shot at by the police- I'm so glad they have terrible aim, by the way, Gwen got it cooking and gave it to her dad, who gave it to me. All I had to do was switch it out before Connors could stop me." He paused, the action going unnoticed as he realized that was the first time he'd mentioned Gwen in months. Before he could think more on it, however, Tony jumped in again.

"That makes sense. Don't know why I didn't think of that. What about the electro dude? From what I saw, it looked like you got pretty zapped. What'd you do? Use his power against him, right? Over charge him so much that he can't keep a solid form?" Tony theorized, grinning widely when Peter nodded.

"Story time's over kids. Landing in ten." Hawkeye announced and all chatter stopped, in favor of getting ready. They had to be prepared. If Ultron got that vibranium there's no telling what he could do with it.

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"Clearly you've never made an omelet."

"He beat me by one second." Came the two voices through Peter's earpiece.

He was currently taking the 'hide-and-wait-to-beat-the-ever-living-hell-out-of-everything-when-this-all-goes-to-shite' role. So that meant he was hiding in a corner somewhere on the roof, while still managing to keep a good view of what was happening, silently thanking the world that Ultron didn't know he existed.

"What's the vibranium for?" Tony asked. But before Peter could finish his thought of 'He's not gonna tell you his plan, idiot.' Ultron beat him to it.

"Oh of course, I'll just take this time to explain my evil plan." And then suddenly, but not unexpectedly, everything went to shite.

It was chaos. Arrows were flying. Caps shield was flying. Tony was flying, across the room... Into- no wait, through that wall... Oh, right. He should probably help. Oops.

He quickly detached from his hidey hole and landed on top of an unsuspecting Ultron bot... minion, clone... thing. Ubot? Yeah. They're called Ubots now. Don't dis the name, it's fabulous...

Having previously learnt the best way to take down one of the Iron Legion suits, he used a similar technique to disable these ones. Even if they looked different, the design was still based off Tony's. So in other words; shoot sticky stuff at arms and proceed to remove head whilst also avoiding the fire of the other Ubots trying to murder your Spidery face. Simple. Right?

Leaping off his latest decapitatee, Spiderman spun mid-air to avoid a fresh hail of very unfriendly fire and shot a web out that yanked Ultron's arm away as he was aiming to shoot Natasha while she was disabling one of the Ubots with some of her gadgets. Ultron barely spared him a scowl before he once again became focused on Iron-Man.

He landed in his usual crouch position, and was about to leap at another Ubot when his spider sense went insane. He had barely registered the warning when he was knocked into the wall so fast it made his head spin for a split second.

His world slowed down and he was then able to make out what had hit him. There was a young man with silver hair running around everywhere, and he was coming back around to take another shot at swatting the spider away.

Just as the man went in for the punch, Spidey grabbed his wrist and used his incredible speed against him and threw him into a stack of crates seventeen meters away.

The boy lay there, eyes wide with shock. It was obvious that no-one had ever matched him in speed before. Thinking fast, Spiderman quickly encased him in a layer of webbing, just to keep him out of action for a while. Anyone who could move that fast would be able to eventually create enough friction that the sticky effect of the webbing would slacken, allowing an escape. Peter knew that, he just wanted to buy time.

Spinning around, he barely had time to avoid the body of an incoming Ubot- he really needed to think of a better name for these things... but he had more pressing matters than to think of a better name. Twisting his body like he was playing limbo he managed to narrowly avoid the impact of the metal body. The fight continued. Peter had lost track of where Tony and Ultron were, but he had other problems to deal with.

Cap threw his shield at one of the Ubots, which rebounded into another one, then back at the Captain. Thor threw his hammer as well, and Spiderman saw, just barely, the shock on the face of the silver haired man as he went flying into a wall after his attempt to catch the hammer.

He turned, prepared to leap onto the nearest wall went his spidey sense went off. He'd only just turned to see his attacker- a young girl- when his vision flashed red and he found himself at the bottom of a familiar clock tower.

Peter froze, eyes widening and body tensing. He looked around, but there was nothing there but him. Then, there was a deafening smash above him. His head snapped up, and he couldn't help but scream out Gwens name as she fell towards the ground fast, his web catching her a second too late. He saw with vivid clarity her head smash against the cement with a crack.

He ran to her, not even realizing he had been pinned in place by an unknown force. He knelt beside her, for the second time trying feebly to wake her up, again to no avail.

"This is your fault, Peter." A voice from behind him suddenly spoke. He spun around, coming face to face with the police captain. Gwen's father, who was standing there in his white shirt.

"How- no. You can't be here." But his words were ignored.

"I told you to stay away from her because I this would happen if you didn't. You killed us both." Captain Stacey's face was cold and unforgiving. Peter gasped as a wet redness began to spread over his white shirt, three rips forming in the fabric.

"No! No I didn't! I tried to save you! No, I'm sorry, I didn't want either of you to die!" Peter shut his eyes for a moment and gripped his hair. He took a deep breath and turned to look back at Gwen, only to find she was gone. He looked back towards the captain, only to see him holding his daughter in his arms, her arms and head falling back limply.

The next time Peter was aware, he was still in the same place he had... passed out? He sat up and looked around, seeing Clint holding Natasha up while she stared off into the distance, eyes unfocussed.

"What happened, Clint?" Spiderman asked as he approached. Clint looked up at him in shock.

"You're out of it already? Geez kid, lucky. I need you to grab Cap, they got to Bruce, Tony's trying to snap him- Hulk, out of it."

Clint and Peter managed to get their teammates back into the Quinjet without too much trouble. It was only once they were in the air, heading out to see if Tony, and Bruce, were okay and ready to be picked up did Steve and Nat snap out of it.

When they got to where Tony and Bruce were, the place was in ruins. An entire tower had fallen and multiple buildings were missing various things. Some streets had been torn up as well.

Tony flew up to meet them, holding Bruce bridal style. For the rest of the plane ride, Bruce was silent, most likely beating himself up about something he had no control over. Tony had called in a cleanup and relief team to fix damage. Steve and Natasha looked slightly haunted, neither of them wanting to speak either.

Clint had told us he was taking us to a safe house, and since no-one else really seemed in the right state of mind, Peter didn't even attempt to start a conversation, instead thinking back to his own experience with the Maximoff girl. He just hoped they would get there soon.

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