It's been three months since Peter has decided to become Spider-Man, and he with the help of White Tiger have been cleaning up the streets of New York. Queens is a real change of pace since they're used to the end of the world, but now it's the end of the block they have to be concerned about.

Peter reunited with his friends Ned, Michelle, and introduced them to his stepsister, Ava. He's also kept in touch with his friends at S.H.I.E.L.D. as they're searching for all the new Inhumans that are appearing everywhere.

They also heard about what's happening with the Socovia accords, and nobody they know agree with it. People like him stay in secret for a reason, they don't want to be brought into the spotlight.

But worse that's happened is the death of king T'Chaka that was because of a bomb placed by the Winter Soldier during the Accords signing.

Today, Peter was just getting home from school while Ava was at an afternoon school club.

He walks in and sees Coulson is there. Being the director, he's sometimes home, but most weeks he's at the Playground since it's a days trip there and back.

"Hey, uncle C." Peter greets his uncle while walking through the kitchen.

"Hey, kid, how was school?" Coulson asks him.

"It was okay. But there's this crazy car parked outside..." Peter was saying when he notices the one and only Tony Stark is sitting on the couch across from his uncle.

"Agent S, it's been awhile." Tony greets the kid he met on the Helicarrier when the Avengers were formed.

"Uh, hi...it's actually, Peter." Peter says, not understanding what Tony Stark is doing at his place. "What are you doing here?" He asks.

"I have a bit of a proposal for you. Mind if I had a minute with him?" Tony asks Coulson.

"Why not?" Coulson asks.

Tony and Peter head to Peter's bedroom where he looks at all of his stuff.

"You know, I shouldn't be surprised at his point that it turns out Coulson was alive. Fury loves his secrets." Tony tells Peter.

"Don't have to tell me that." Peter replies.

"Retro tech, huh? You get this from the thrift store? Salvation Army?" Tony asks Peter.

"Garbage, actually." Peter admits.

"The greatest Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. is a dumpster diver?" Tony asks him.

"Well, I'm not exactly a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, you know, anymore. So, if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?" Peter finally ask.

"Nah-ah, me first." Tony says while pulling out his phone. "Quick question for the rhetorical variety." He says while pulling up a video of him on patrol taking down a man trying to steal a car.

"That's you, right?" Tony asks.

"What? No."

"Yeah." Tony corrects him while another video plays showing him stoping a car from ramming a bus. "Look at you go. Wow, nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You've got some mad skills than I have you credit for."

Peter sees his identity is compromised, and theirs no denying it. He just doesn't understand why Tony Stark cares about who he is. "Yeah, that's me."

"So, you're the Spider-long. Crime-fighting spider. Spider-Boy?" Tony guesses.

Peter feels a bit upset about the use of his name but knows he's technically a kid. "Spider-Man." Peter tells Stark.

"Not in that onesie, you're not." Tony tells him.

"It's not a onesie." Peter informs Tony as he looks over the suit. "I don't believe this. I was actually having a good day, Stark. Didn't miss my train, found a perfectly good DVD player I could use for some updates, and algebra test, nailed it."

"Who else knows? Anybody?" Tony asks Peter.

"Only about a handful of people. Coulson, my friends at S.H.I.E.L.D., my stepsister. But that's about it." Peter tells him.

"Stepsister, the White Tiger I'm guessing." Tony guesss.

"Yeah, I've been training her ever since the Avengers were formed. We met after you fought Loki."

"You know what I think is really cool? This webbing." Tony says holding a canister of his webbing he developed years ago. "That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?"

"I did. It was something I developed years ago in S.H.I.E.L.D. I just thought It'd become useful to help people. Being born with these powers, and my family being a part of S.H.I.E.L.D., I was-"

"Lordy! Can you even see in these?" Tony interrupts while messing with his suit. "I'm blind!"

"Yes, I can see in that." Peter says snatching the suit out of his hands. "I can see in those. Okay? It's just my senses are dialed to 11. I get too much imput so I have to find a way to close off some of it. My suit used to have lenses that helped me focus, but I left that with S.H.I.E.L.D."

"You're in dire need of an upgrade." Tony informs him. "Systemic, top to bottom, hundred point restoration. That's why I'm here." He explains while Peter drops onto his bed.

"Why are you doing this? I gotta know, what's your MO?" Tony asks him.

"Because...I've never had the chance to be anything but what S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted me to be. I loved my time with the organization, saving people, shielding the world from harm. But when it collapsed, and I became a Agent of HYDRA, I knew it was time for a change. Just...learn who I'm supposed to be. I'm just trying to make up for what HYDRA did to me. They used me as a weapon, they hurt people, I hurt people. I just wanna help people after everything."

"So you wanna look out for the little guy, you wanna do your part? Make the world a better place, all that, right?" Tony asks him.

"Basically, yeah." Peter tells him.

Tony then stands up and moves over to him. "I'm gonna sit here, so move the leg." He tells Peter and then sits next to him. "You got a passport?"

"Sure, I've been around the world most of my life." Peter tells him.

"You ever been to Germany?" Tony asks.

"Bad memories there." Peter informs him remembering that's where Ian Quinn shot him.

"Well, that's gonna change." Tony promises.

"I can't go to Germany." Peter tells him.

"Why?"

"I've got homework."

"I'm gonna pretend S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best Agent didn't say he had homework."

"No, I'm being serious. I can't just drop everything and leave."

"This is an Avengers problem I need you're help with." Tony explains to Peter.

"I'm trying to keep my head down, what kind of emergency will need me?" Peter asks him.

-

Peter is now in the back of a limousine from Tony with his driver, Happy, while he asked Ava to keep the city safe while he's gone.

"New York. Queens. It's a rough borough but it's home." Peter says, making a video.

"Who you talking to?" Happy ask shim from the driver seat.

"No one. Just making a video of the trip." Peter says.

"You know you can't show it to anyone."

"Yeah, I know. I've been keeping secrets all my life."

"Then why are you narrating in that voice?"

"Because it's fun." Peter explains as he places his glasses on. "So why do they call you Happy?" He asks when he closes the window between them.

-

They make it to the airport where they enter a Stark Industries jet and he takes a seat.

"Is that where you're gonna sit?" Happy asks. "This your first time on a private plane?"

"The last plane I've been on was where I lived for almost over a year." Peter tells him and Happy just moves to another seat.

-

The plane lands in Berlin and Peter keeps recording as they make their way to the hotel.

"Nobody has exactly explained to me what exactly I'm doing here. All I know is that Captain America didn't agree with the new accords, and went crazy." Peter says into his camera like he's on another assignment and giving his mission log an update.

"This is you." Happy says as they reach their rooms. "Suit up."

Peter goes into his room and starts to suit up in his suit he brought when Happy comes in.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Happy asks him

"It's...it's my suit." Peter tells him.

"Where's the case?" Happy asks.

"What case are you talking about?" Peter asks as Happy leads him into a bigger section of his room where there's a case waiting for him.

A minor upgrade

-TS

"What's that mean?" Peter asks when he opens the case and a Stark issued Spider-Man suit appears. "Oh, that's sweat." He admits.

"Put it on." Happy tells him by leaving.

"This is one of the best days of my life." Peter says as he starts getting changed into the outfit.

-

At the airport, Peter is waiting as he sees T'Challa, and his aunt Natasha have also gotten involved into this war when he heard Tony call him.

Peter scrambled and pulled his phone back; he rolled his eyes under his mask at Tony's choice of rally call, "Oh, that's me." He tossed his phone down, "I gotta go. I gotta go."

He pressed his hands on the cart, and shore through the air in a barrel roll; he shot out a string of web, and effortlessly grabbed Steve's shield, while simultaneously webbing his hands together. He flipped, and landed down on one knee a baggage tug, his signature move.

"Nice job, kid!" Tony exclaimed.

Anxiety pressed against Peter's chest for the first time in ever, and he leaned back, "Thanks." He blurted, "Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit... " He flapped his hand around, not wanting to sound rude after Stark had gone through the trouble of making a suit when he hadn't needed too, "Well, it's nothing--Mr. Stark. It's-It's perfect. Thank you."

Tony started shaking his head, "Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation."

"Okay." Peter let out a nervous breath; he darted his eyes over to Steve, who was staring at him in fascination, "Cap...Captain." He stuttered, unsure of himself, "Big fan, I'm Spider-Man."

Tony rolled his eyes, and gestured to Peter, "Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just..."

Peter waved, "Hey, everyone." He noticed Natasha shaking her head and trying to hold back a smile at his nervousness, since she's never seen him like that over the years in S.H.I.E.L.D.

"...good job," Tony reassured him.

"You've been busy." Steve cut in.

Tony snapped his head to face him, his smile fading instantly, "And you've been a complete idiot!" He scolded, "Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place."

Tony wasn't even mad at Steve, not directly. He was mad at the situation. At the time limit. At Steve's stubbornness.

As for Peter, this is the first he's heard of his uncle Clint since he was told he retired after Ultron. And if he's supposed to fight him, this isn't going to go well. Clint is his family, and he doesn't want to fight his family. That wasn't why he was hereof the agreement.

"I'm trying to keep..." Tony blurted, "I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."

Steve sighed, "You did that when you signed."

"Alright, we're done." Tony muttered, "You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. Now!" He cried, "Because it's us!"

Peter darted his eyes over to Natasha, who had her eyes locked onto him. He knew she had no idea he was looking at her, not in his mask, but he relaxed knowing that she was checking in on him.

"Or a squad of J-SOC guy with no compunction about being impolite!" Tony hesitated and shook his head, "Come on."

Steve looked directly at Tony but didn't say a word. Instead, he held up his arms, an arrow shot through the air and tore through the webbing, freeing Steve's arms, "Alright, Lang."

The hairs on Peter's arm and the back of his neck stood on end; he looked at the shield, "Hey, guys, something..."

There was a flash of light, and a figure, seemingly appearing from nowhere flipped up, grabbing the shield, and clocking Peter in the jaw, knocking him down onto his back.

"Whoa!" Rhodey exclaimed, "What-What the hell was that?"

Peter rolled up and jumped back onto his feet; the figure was dressed head-to-toe in a red and grey outfit, his face was covered, "I believe this is yours, Captain America." He said, handing Steve back his shield.

"Who's this guy?" Peter asks himself seeing Ant-Man, feeling like he missed some things during his time in cryosleep.

"Oh, great." Tony complained, "Alright, there's two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff; I'm gonna grab her." He took off into the air, "Rhodey, you want to take Cap?"

"Got two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes," Rhodey added.

"Barnes is mine!" T'Challa exclaimed charging away and Peter has never seen T'Challa this angry.

Peter brought his shaking hand to his earpiece, "Stark, what should I do?" He asks, since he wasn't exactly told what he's here for.

"What we discussed." Tony told him, "Keep your distance. Web 'em up!"

"Okay, copy that!" Peter shot out two strings of webbing and pulled himself up towards the terminal tunnel; he quickly noticed that T'Challa was busy taking on Steve. Meaning Bucky and Sam were still on the loose, "I got this; I got this." He tells himself.

This his first real interaction with the Avengers ever since they first became a team. He's seriously failing on trying to keep his head down, but that seems like an inevitable thing for him.

He landed on the glass windows and crawled across, he attached himself on a beam, and swung around, smashing the window on impact.

In the same swing, he was able to knock Sam down onto the floor. He turned around, and once again, caught Bucky's fist before it was able to hit him.

Peter pushed his fist away, "You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude!" He states when Sam locked his arms around Peter and pulled him up as he took to the air.

Peter scrambled his arms free and tried to shake free, "You have the right to remain silent!" Peter yelled, he's been getting more quip-y ever since he left S.H.I.E.L.D., and he quickly shot out a web and freed himself from Sam's grasp.

He swung around the support beams avoiding Sam's hits. He landed on an airport directional sign, but it couldn't support his weight, and it snapped, he flung himself forward, Sam went out another round of fire, and Peter narrowly missed it, he landed down on a beam.

His sixth sense kicked in again, "Oh God!" He says as Bucky throws a sign directly towards him and Peter caught it with ease, "Hey buddy, I think you lost this!" He tossed it back.

He didn't have a chance to see the aftermath, as Sam kicked him down.

Peter caught himself and fired a web on Sam's back, locking his wings. The man crashed down into a small cell phone stand; he rolled over the ground.

Peter just never imagined his first team up would include fighting against the team he once helped put together. That life feels like an eternity from now. Before S.H.I.E.L.D. fell, Coulson went to Tahiti, meeting Ava. But to be fair, Ava was the only good thing from the recent years.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was a relief that his first combat was against Sam and Bucky. He didn't know Bucky at all, and he didn't know Sam; he found it easier to fight against them.

Easier than it would be against Natasha, or Clint, who he had known since he was young. And he had no doubt he would loose a fight against those two.

He shot out two webs and trapped Sam's wrists against a glass railing. He landed on the side on an information stand, "Those wings carbon fiber?" He asked, curious.

"Is this stuff coming out of you?" Sam asks him.

"That would explain the rigidity-flexibility ratio," Peter started, ignoring him, "Which, gotta say, that's awesome, man."

"I don't know if you've been a fight before, but there's usually not this much talking." Sam scolded.

"Alright, sorry," Peter chuckled, "I'm just very talkative lately." He swung down, Bucky leapt forward, which actually worked in Peter's favour as he was able to kick them down to the floor below. He webbed up Sam's arms, and Bucky's wrist, keeping them pinned down on the floor.

They both looked up at him; their expressions were unreadable. He couldn't tell if they were confused, or embarrassed that they had been taken down by a kid, "Wow, guys, I'd love to keep this up" He told them, "Like, I wish this was under different circumstances, and I'm on your guys' side on the accords, but it's become an every man for himself for people like us recently-" he was saying when a small drone connected to Peter's wrist and pulled him away to the side.

"What?" He smashed through the window, his head hit the beam, and the drone dropped him as soon as he was outside, "Wwahhhh!"

He shot out a web and caught himself before he hit the floor. He put his feet flat against the ground and took a second to catch his breath. He brought his hand to his head.

"Not cool, totally, not cool!" Peter tells himself and getting back up.

-

Peter took a moment to catch his breath before making his way back to the centre of the airport, which by the look of the damage, had become ground zero for their fight.

He didn't want to help break up the Avengers, but can't find any way out of this.

If 'Team Cap' were that far gone, and couldn't admit defeat and listen to what Tony had to say, then it was too late, and this was a fight. And no matter where they all ended up. They had all lost already.

Peter heard the sound of an energy burst, followed by the trembling of the ground as his power cut through the concrete. "Captain Rogers!" The voice of Vision echoed who Peter has never met before now, "I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good, you must surrender now."

Peter webbed up the side of a plane and flung himself over; he landed down next to Rhodey. Vision flew down, stopping by his side. Natasha, Tony and T'Challa were on his right.

Everything felt wrong, and Peter couldn't shake the feeling. He doesn't want to do this. He was there when the team was first formed, but now he's here to watch them tear each other apart.

His heart dropped as they started moving forward, ready and prepared for a fight.

"This is gonna end well," Natasha commented.

Before he knew it, he was moving forward. Slow at first, but he started to speed up when they did.

Peter looked over to the others, "They're not stopping!"

"Neither are we," Tony said, his voice small and defeated.

Peter charged forward, his powers giving him the advance of taking over his team and getting to the front line first. He was up against Wanda, another new character he was yet to meet, but he knew her powers well. She did not know his. He darted a hit and leapt into the air.

She started using her powers to hurdle cars and luggage tugs towards them, trying to knock him off kilter. He used this to his advantage and hopped over them while attempting to web up her arms.

"Whoa!" He kicked off a car and propelled himself up onto a boarding tunnel. He held up his arm in defensive positions, and looked down to Wanda.

He leaned against a wall, trying to gather his strength back.

That's when T'Challa started being held back by Wanda; he could handle that; all he had to do was web up T'Challa and pull him away.

He leapt up and swung down. His senses were behind his mind, and he didn't notice Cap's shield until it sliced through his webbing and knocked him off course. He was fast enough to catch him in a crouched position.

He watched as the shield flew back to Steve and locked onto his arm, "I've wanted to say this for years; but that thing does not obey the laws of physics at all." He teased gesturing to the shield.

"Look, kid." Steve said, his tone had a patronising undertone that didn't sit right with Peter, "There's a lot going on here that you don't understand."

Peter rolled his eyes under his mask "I knew you'd say that. Everyone says that about me." He's been told that most of his life. That's why S.H.I.E.L.D. made him the Agent S identity. That way they would never know who was underneath the mask and they'd take him seriously.

He held out his right arm and sent out a line of webbing towards Steve; he blocked the attack with his shield. Peter groaned, and turned to send out another string of web from his left arm, this time he struck Steve's foot.

He pulled with all his strength, Steve face-planted onto the ground, obviously not expecting a fight with such force.

Peter used his surprise against him. He pulled on his webbing and jolted himself forward towards Steve, he kicked him in the jaw and sent the super soldier flying back into a luggage tug.

He cartwheeled away as he heard the shield roll across the ground, "I read your files, I knew to go for your legs!" He exclaimed.

Steve didn't respond. Instead, he jumped onto his feet heading for his shield. Peter leapt to his feet, and fired a web catching one of Steve's wrists, he quickly manoeuvred himself over and webbed up his other hand.

He pulled back, trying to keep Steve away from the shield at all costs.

Steve unexpectedly turned around and pulled back on the webs; he twirled in the air, his movement sent Peter flying, and also weakened the webbing, it snapped away.

Peter screamed as he shored through the air, but he quickly caught himself down on one knee, "Not cool." He muttered frustratedly under his breath, "So not cool."

He turned back, ready for a fight this time, and webbed up the shield again.

This time, Steve was one step ahead of him. Steve wrapped a hand around the webbing and yanked it, dragging Peter forward.

Peter knew exactly what was going to happen before it did. He attempted to prepare himself mentally, but he knew it would not work.

Steve swung the shield and hit Peter square in the face. Peter cried out, and he fell flat on his back, he quickly scrambled onto his feet and crawled away.

Peter didn't feel up to fighting against Steve anymore, especially with the ringing in his ears. He swung himself up onto the safety of the boarding tunnel, giving himself space to think of his next move.

"Those files you read tell you anything else?" Steve called up.

"That you're wrong," Peter told him. "You think you're right. Except I agree with your cause, but I can't let you go." He says before swinging down and shot out another web. His focus was off though; he knew it would be. Fighting Sam and Bucky was one thing, fighting Steve was a new level because it just felt off.

I mean, he's his uncles favorite Avenger...which is quite sad when an adult has a favorite superhero is literally straight from the '80's.

Steve jumped up and kicked Peter in the stomach. Peter's back hit against the boarding tunnel supports, and he collapsed down onto the ground.

He winced as he tried to crawl away, "then I'm sorry for this." Steve apologize as Peter watched as he threw his shield, hitting the support beam.

He leapt to his feet and caught the boarding tunnel before it had the chance to hurt him.

"You got heart, kid." Steve complimented, "Where are you from?" He asks

Peter thought for a second, and decided to answer with the city he lives in, "Queens." He answers.

A mischievous grin grew on Steve's face, "Brooklyn." And with that, he charged away, leaving Peter behind supporting an airport boarding tunnel.

"Okay." Peter says, he lunged forward and barreled rolled away as the tunnel collapsed down onto the ground.

"Hey, hey!" Natasha's soft voice came from above him; she held out her hand, "You okay?"

"I'm good." He gripped onto her hand and let her pull him up into a sitting position, "I'm fine, Nat. Um, go. You need to stop them."

She let out a hesitant breath before backing away, "Stay safe!"

"Always." Peter says before swinging off.

-

Peter couldn't work out how long it had been since Natasha had come to check on him. He knew this wasn't his fight, but his family was in it, making it his fight.

There was a symphony of battle noises playing around him, joined with the occasional flashes of light from the Iron Man and War Machine armours. Everyone was up against something, apart from him. He was crouched down, waiting for his next adrenaline rush to kick in.

It kickstarted when the man from before, the one who had been able to kick Peter off balance and take Cap's shield back, appeared once more, out of nowhere.

This time, he wasn't tiny, or regular-sized, he was almost sixty-feet tall; he towered over the airport while gripping tightly onto Rhodey's leg, keeping him from taking off.

Peter turned around and brought his hands to his head, "Holy shit!"

"Okay, tiny dude is big now." Rhodey's voice crackled through his earpiece, "He's big now."

"Give me back my Rhodey." Tony threatened, he couldn't tell if he was intentionally trying to be funny, but if he wasn't, Peter couldn't hold back a slight chuckle.

Giant-Man as Peter had now elected to call him, swung Rhodey around like a ragdoll, and let go. The speed he was tossed at meant he didn't have time to save himself. Peter could only imagine the confusion of being spun at hundreds of miles per hour while trapped inside a metal suit.

He charged up a ramp, his eyes locked solely on War Machine, "I got him!" He jumped off and attached a line of web to the back of Rhodey's suit.

He knew he needed to slow him down, or Rhodey was going to crash into the stationary plane and take Peter with him.

He crashed his feet through the window of a truck, he was unexpected some pain due to the fact he smashed the glass with his feet, but there was nothing. He knew fully well that when building the suit, Tony would have thought of every possibility, including broken glass.

Peter dragged his heels back and was able to stop himself from being pulled forward. Rhodey activated his thrusters and turned back towards the fight.

"Awesome!" Peter exclaimed.

"Hey Spider-dude, stick with me." Rhodey called down, "I've got a plan."

"On it!" Peter attached himself to Rhodey's back and relied on him to safely fly him across the battleground.

"Okay, anybody on our side hiding any shocking and fantastic abilities they'd like to disclose." Tony said, "I'm open to suggestion."

"Alright, Spidey!" Rhodey shouted. Peter snickered under his breath. "On my signal."

"Alright!" Rhodey flew up higher, above the action, guiding Peter along with him, "Wait, wait, what's the signal?"

"You'll see!" Rhodey echoed back, Peter groaned as Rhodey shored down towards Giant-Man, he sent out multiple mini-missiles from his suit, which collided against the giant's neck but didn't do any real damage to him, or the suit. It was just a distraction.

Peter sent out a web and attached himself to the giant's left arm, he pulled free of Rhodey's grasp and wrapped himself the oversized arm.

He flung himself up, and kicked Giant-Man in the jaw; the man groaned out in anguish.

He looped himself around and attached himself to the giant's back. He slowly started to climb up as the rest of the team had their go at trying to take him down.

He waited until it seemed his team were all occupied with their own troubles before crawling up over the man's head, down across his eyes, distracting him from noticing Vision, who was hovering just below Peter.

"Get off!" Scott shouted, pushing Peter down.

Peter caught himself on the side of the plane and took a second to realise how ridiculous this entire fight seemed. They were battling a Giant in the middle of an airport in Germany. Feels like something he would be doing in S.H.I.E.L.D.

He watched from afar as Vision flew through Scott's chest, "Something just flew in me!" He screamed, paralysed in fear.

Peter narrowed his eyes, noticing Steve charging away with Barnes towards the hanger, where the Quinjet was. He thought about helping Vision but was distracted when Giant-Man swung his arm and knocked him off his feet.

A thought crossed his mind, and he turned his head to look at Giant-Man. He stared at him for a few seconds, making up a plan in his head as fast as he could.

He had been looking at this situation too much like a superhero. Instead, he started to look at it differently — the perspective of a kid who lived with an uncle who had him sit through every Star Wars movie. The Clone Wars was something he just started getting into since he never had any real time within S.H.I.E.L.D.

He scrambled up onto his feet and charged across the side of the plane, avoiding Giant-Man's hand. "Hey, guys!" He exclaimed, "You ever see that really old movie, Empire Strikes Back?"

"Jesus, Tony, how old is this guy?" Rhodey commented.

"I don't know; I didn't carbon-date him." Tony said, still attempting to cover up Peter's true identity, "He's on the young side."

Peter attached his webbing to the Giant-Man's chest and flung himself up, "You know that part where they're on the snow planet..." He started to wrap the webbing around the figure's oversized legs, locking his legs together, "With the At-At's!?"

Pronounce it anyway you choose, Peter and Coulson had that argument years ago.

"Maybe the kid's on to something," Tony said.

"High now, Tony. Go high." Rhodey added.

Peter watched as both of them, in perfect unison, flew up into the air, and punched Giant-Man in the face. That was enough, and the man started falling back into the plane behind them.

Peter laughed, overjoyed, he held up a thumb, "Yes!" He celebrated, "That was awesome!"

Peter's senses didn't have enough time to warn him, as one of the Giant's Man hands hit him in the back, he screamed as he toppled down. He hit the ground at full force and rolled a few times before stopping.

"Ow." He groaned, moving over to his side. He pulled up his mask, and took in a weak breath which burnt his lungs, "Not cool, not cool." He closed his eyes tightly as the sun beaming down, overwhelmed him.

The hairs on his arms stood on end when a shadow cast over him blocking out the sunlight, "Kid, you alright?"

He couldn't make out the voice in his dazed manner, so he fought. He turned and punched out his arms at his potential attacker, "Hey! Get off me!" He quickly realised it was Natasha, but he couldn't get his reflexes to stop fighting back.

Tony also flew down, when Natasha grabbed Peter's arms and held them up, "Same side!" She exclaimed, "Guess who. Hi."

Peter relaxed, and dropped his arms seeing it's his aunt, "Oh." He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, "Hey."

"I got you, kid." Natasha promises.

Peter dropped his jaw, trying to get the feeling back on the left side of his face, "That was scary." He admitted.

"Yeah. You're done." Tony told him, Peter kept blinking trying to adjust to the apparent concussion he had, "Alright?"

"What?" He asked, Tony's words finally catching up with him.

"You did a good job." Tony praised, "Stay down."

Peter tried to push against Tony's grip, "No, I'm good. I'm fine." He couldn't stop now, not when he knew the fight was far from over.

"Stay down." Tony pleaded.

"No, it's good I gotta get him back!" Peter yelped.

"Stand down, or I'll tell your family!" Tony threatened he charged away from his side. "You're done!" He took off into the sky.

"Wait. Mr. Stark, wait!" Peter cried; he sat up and tried to follow. He collapsed down onto his back, "I'm not done, I'm not..." He pulled his mask over his face and laid his head against the ground, "Okay, I'm done. I'm done." He admits before collapsing and Natasha just stays with him.

"It's okay, I'm here." Natasha tells him. Last she saw him, he was on a bed close to death. Now he's mainly cut ties with S.H.I.E.L.D. and has turned himself into his own hero.

But Peter does seriously miss S.H.I.E.L.D. when it comes to fighting.