Needless to say, Aunt May was ecstatic. The collage Peter was currently at wasn't the greatest but if he did this thing at Stark tower he could probably go to any he wanted practically free of charge.

"Oh, Peter! I'm so proud of you" She exclaimed, patting down his good clothes- he hated suits with a passion and refused to wear one much to his Aunts protest. "Now, be good and do the best you can, alright?" She said firmly, almost glaring at Peter to dare oppose her.

"Aunt May stop worrying! It'll be fine, I doubt I'll screw up that much" Peter replied grabbing her hands to stop her fussing. "Love you" planting a quick kiss on her forehead he took off out of the house before she could do anything else to him.

He rode silently along on his skateboard, looking quite odd considering he was wearing such good clothes, but couldn't really care less. His mind was too focused on why he was actually getting the short term job thingy or whatever. Was it possible they wanted to ask if he was Spiderman?

He had basically given them his name so he really shouldn't be surprised, He'd have to be careful, he couldn't just leave suddenly to be Spiderman, and if they were smart enough they'd catch on. He still kind of didn't want them to find out who he is, he'd done so well at hiding who he was from the world. There were only four people who knew who he was. Connors was in prison and doesn't want anyone to know who Peter is. Harry was also locked up, probably keeping it to himself so when he got out he could come after Peter himself. And the only other two were- they were.... Dead.

Peter shook those thoughts from his head and continued to swerve around a fairly thin crowd of people- for New York's standards at least. He looked up as he drifted along, seeing the two familiar buildings looming in the distance. About a block from where he was, was Stark Tower and just visible a ways behind it was Oscorp. Ignoring the memories that came with that horrid place, he leant back on his skateboard and picked it up, walking the rest of the way and into the tower lobby, stashing his skateboard in his backpack as he did.

Peter strolled up to the receptionist, taking in how everything was rather posh and all the visible cameras and hidden security measures he knew would be there.

As he approached, she looked up and raised a brow, "Can I help you?"

Peter snapped his gaze towards her, and swallowed nervously. "Uhh, ye-yeah, I'm here to see Doctor Banner? He told me to come by at ten today"

She didn't look convinced. "Uh huh. And you would be?"

"Peter. Peter Parker"

She huffed a sigh and began typing into the computer, presumably checking for any mention of him. Her eyes widened slightly, double taking him and the screen, picking up the phone and pressing a button.

There was a pause before Peter heard the voice of a British male answer, he couldn't understand what he was saying completely, not that he was really paying attention anyway.

"Jarvis, please tell Doctor Banner there's a Peter Parker here to see him" She said clearly, before hanging up a moment later.

"Please take the elevator up to the Labs, You'll find Doctor Banner there"

Peter nodded and turned to leave before remembering something, turning back to the lady, "Uhh, what floor?"

She simply smiled, "You don't need one, Jarvis is expecting you. Now hurry off, I'm busy."

Peter frowned slightly and slowly turned away and walked to the elevator, pressing the button to call it down. He had waited less than a minute when the doors slowly slide open and he stepped inside. The doors closed and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, there were no buttons for floors.

He sighed heavily in frustration, nearly jumping onto the roof when a voice suddenly spoke out of nowhere.

"Mr. Parker, Doctor Banner is on level seventy-two with Mr. Stark, you will be there shortly, and sorry for startling you." it spoke, with a hint of amusement seeming to tint his voice, leaving Peter confused. The elevator hadn't moved yet, had it?

Well apparently it had, as not less than two minutes later he found himself standing awkwardly in a hallway, listening to the doors shut behind him.

"Well now what" He mused, looking around. He shifted his backpack, silently pacing around a little, looking any sign of anyone to tell him where the heck he was supposed to go.

After what seemed like an hour of waiting (which was actually only about fifteen minutes) he heard someone opening a door some ways down the hall. He turned to see an extremely flustered Banner coughing and waving smoke from his soot covered face.

"Damnit Tony!" He yelled over his shoulder between coughing fits.

"What?! I only adjusted the pulse on that thing slightly!" was the reply, he was obviously having trouble hiding his laughter. Banner rolled his eyes and muttered an annoyed "Yeah, slightlyindeed" under his breath.

Peter couldn't help but give a small chuckle at the sight, it was only then he was noticed. Bruce's eyes widened when he saw Peter and immediately began making his way over.

"Peter! So sorry, you haven't been waiting long have you?" He asked guiltily and he attempted to wipe the soot off his face and flatten his recently acquired afro. When Peter shook his head with a smile, Bruce sighed with relief. "Sorry to have kept you waiting, we were testing this electrical pulse and Tony decided to punk me, arsehole"

Peter chuckled, and shook his head again. "No, it's fine. Whatever it was you were doing was probably a lot more exciting than some scrawny nerd" He smirked, actually making Bruce give a small smile.

"Anyway, come with me into the lab and I'll show you around and you can help us out. Oh, and you don't have to dress so formally, just the normal would do the trick. The amount of times people get their suits destroyed in this tower is ridiculous."

Peter nodded as he followed Bruce through the doors into the lab room he had just come from. Tony really did a number on this place. All over a section of the ceiling, floor and tables were covered in scorch marks and the smoking mess of a machine was being tended to by a robot with a fire extinguisher.

The day was interesting, needless to say. As was the next, and the next. They all got along famously. Peter had managed to keep his Spidey side under wraps and still managing to participate in quite a few projects. The most memorable moment was when he had managed to create a non-harmful grenade filled with a variation of his web fluid, sticking Tony to a wall and gluing Bruce to the floor. It was to be expected that Tony was furious and at the same time extremely confused about the whole situation, Bruce just laughed, actually laughed.

It had taken over an hour to get Tony down from the wall amidst a lot of laughing from Peter, cheeky smiles from Bruce and quite a few death threats from the billionaire. Thankfully Bruce had only been a little annoyed that he had to be shoeless for a while before the web decomposed by itself, un-gluing them to the floor. Tony merely grumbled and refused to do anything but glare at Peter for the rest of the afternoon, too upset to even ask what the hell was in the 'grenade'. But Bruce wasn't.

"So, uh, Peter... What exactly was that?" He asked, once Tony had left to go check on something.

Peter smirked, "It's a chemical compound I designed myself. It's very sticky - obviously - and it can take a lot of weight without snapping, but this was only a very mild version, otherwise we would've been here all day and even then Tony would probably still be on that wall."

Bruce nodded, impressed. "Wow, that's... actually really cool. What were you thinking of using it for? I mean, other than a prank?"

Peter stiffened slightly, realizing his mistake. "Uhh.... Well... I er- I was thinking stitches. Yeah, stiches. You could use it for stiches and hopefully depending on the strength, the longer or shorter they last before decomposing safely into the body... yeah" He stuttered nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bruce raised a brow at Peter, catching onto how nervous he was, making a mental note for later. He was about to reply when Tony burst into the room.

"Bruce, we gotta go 'party'" He said pointedly. Peter saw Bruce's eyes widen a bit before he sighed, setting down his work.

"Sorry Peter, I have to go. Just make sure to lock up when you're done, ask Jarvis if you need anything. I don't know how long we'll be gone, sorry" Bruce apologized again, and left with a small wave, rushing out of the room with Tony.

Peter blinked, "Okay then..." he said quietly, slowly packing up his things and cleaning up the lab where he thought it may end up a problem later.