A/N- So sorry. A lot has happened, my dog had to be put to sleep and I've kinda shut down. This book hasn't been fully edited so sorry for that, Ill do it as soon as I can.
There is a photo of my dog as well <3

*Location- Stark Tower*

-Third Person P.O.V-

The elevator slowly began it's decent, Peter stood inside bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. His grip of the case never wavering as he stared down at the Spider emblem.

"This is so awesome," he whispered to himself, a smile breaking across his face.

'Here you go Peter, just go down the hall then turn left and there should be a room for you to change. I'm glad you're happy with your suit, I'm sure Mr Stark would be happy about that,' FRIDAY spoke up, making Peter flinch slightly in shock, although it did nothing to wipe the smile from his face.

"Thank you FRIDAY, and- and it was really nice to meet you. You're really cool," Peter stumbled, hoping he was embarrassing himself, even if it were an AI, as far as Peter was concerned, she was as human as anyone he knows (certainly more than May).

'That is very kind of you Peter, it was lovely to meet you too. And I must say, you are one of the coolest people I have met, just don't tell my boss that,' FRIDAY replied, glee shining in her voice, and Peter could easily picture the sly smile that would have been on her lips, had she been a human.

Peter couldn't help the small chuckle as he walked carefully out of the elevator and promised her. He followed her instructions, and walked into the room. Once he had shut the door and made sure no one was around, he set the case on the table near him and popped the case open.

He couldn't help but admire the design of the suit, with his senses, he was able to see the precision stitching, the fabric that looked thin, but as though it was still able to stop a bullet from causing any damage. The colours matched his suit and had the same type of style. White eyes stood out on the front of the suit and he knew in the back of his mind it would be useful for when his senses were too high.

"Um FRIDAY?" Peter asked cautiously, he had suddenly remembered something (he was shocked he had forgotten really) and he wasn't so sure if he wanted to change here anymore.

'Yes Peter, what can I do for you?' FRIDAY questioned politely.

Peter cleared his throat, feeling a little embarrassed, "is there- is there um cameras in here?"

'Yes. However, I can disable them for a couple minutes to allow you to change,' FRIDAY spoke, seeming to sense what Peter wanted.

In return, Peter couldn't help the sigh of relief that fell from his lips, "yes please FRIDAY, that would be great thanks."

Peter heard an audible click and he knew it meant the cameras were off, he took a look around the room, making sure there was nothing that could spy on him -aside from the one camera located in the corner, that anyone else wouldn't be able to spot, but he knew it had been turned off- and checked to make sure there wasn't someone else in there before he began to change.

The only reason Peter asked for the cameras to be off was because he knew if FRIDAY were to see the cuts and bruises she would report it to Mr Stark, and then it would be over. He would lose another person (albeit, they weren't close but that didn't mean Peter didn't want Mr Stark to die because of him) gone, and May would be even angrier.

And Peter couldn't have that.

Not again.

Quickly and carefully he pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing his bruised arms. He didn't look at them for long, not wanting to remember the horrors that came along with it, and he quickly pulled his shirt off after, not even glancing at his chest or stomach, knowing bruises would be covering most, if not all of it.

He pulled his jeans down and grabbed the suit, quickly sliding into it. The suit, at first when he put it on was rather baggy, but he looked at the emblem and decided to press it, seeming as it looked as though it was something he was meant to press. As soon as he had pressed it, the suit wrapped taunt around his skin. It wasn't too tight that it could cut off his circulation, but it was tight enough to keep it wrapped around his body.

Peter spotted a mirror in the corner and looked at the suit on him. To say it looked cool was an understatement. Peter wasn't the buffest person in existence, but that didn't stop him from looking quiet buff. It was obvious that it was high-tech, compared to his other suit that was just some flimsy fabric for his suit.

He grabbed the mask that was in his hands and carefully pulled it over his head, anticipation growing tight within his stomach. As soon as the mask was completely over his face, a voice filled his ears and startled him.

'Hello Peter, it's lovely to finally meet you.'

In his shock, Peter had fallen backwards landing on his back. Two thoughts came to his mind in that moment, one being 'what the actual fuck was that,' and the other being, 'some hero he was, getting scared that easily.'

Peter quickly calmed down though when he remembered Mr Stark had put an AI in his suit.

"Um, h-hello," Peter mumbled, pulling himself up off the floor and wincing at the pain he felt while doing so.

'I am your AI, Mr Stark has programmed me to help you while you patrol and with anything you need help with. I am primarily in the suit, however, I can be added to other devices in order to help more.' The AI spoke, sounding happy and calm. (Peter was once more shocked that an AI was able to talk to him with so much emotion, just like FRIDAY could.)

Peter took a shaky breath, still feeling as though he need to push away the shock that he just had. Although, he was happy knowing there was someone he could talk to while patrolling.

"It's- ugh- it's nice to meet you. What can- what can you do?" He stumbled out, unable to stop it as he was still a little startled.

'Well I control the suit mainly. All you need to ask me is to do it and I will. I can tell you when a crime is taking place and where to go. I can also track people if you place a tracker on them. If needed I can contact Mr Stark for assistance as well. I also can detect injuries when happed. And I can detect some injuries now, it appears you have three broken ribs, two fractured, you also have many contusions across your back and a small concussion,' the AI concluded, making Peter shrink into himself slightly.

"Yeah, um, it's- it's from patrol. Don't worry though, I'm all good," Peter mumbled, hoping he wouldn't be called out. "Also, what should I- what should I call you?" Peter asked, not liking having to keep calling the an AI.

'You can call me whatever you would like Peter, and okay, try to be careful,' the AI knew Peter was lying, however, something inside her made her not want to say anything. She may have just been an AI, but she felt as though she could feel emotions, and something about this didn't make her want to say anything.

Peter stayed silent for a moment, thinking about what he could call her. After a moment for spoke up.

"Karen. I'll call you Karen."

If Karen had a body and a face, she would have been smiling from ear to ear. 'Thank you Peter, I like that name,' she replied, sounding genuinely very happy.

Peter smiled before turning to look at the ceiling, "excuse me, Miss FRIDAY, how do I leave?"

'I can open a window for you in here to leave, it is low enough down that you should be okay, however, if you would prefer, I could take you down further,' FRIDAY reported, sounding like her happy self.

Peter moved over to look at the window and saw there were many buildings around him that he would be able to swing from. "Here is good thank you Miss FRIDAY."

'Very well Peter, it was lovely too meet you and I can't wait to see you again tomorrow,' FRIDAY beamed (well, as much as an AI can).

"You too Miss FRIDAY," Peter hummed before moving over to the window that had just opened up.

He glanced down at his wrists, seeing the web shooters now slotted nicely against his suit and he couldn't stop the smile falling onto his face. "Are you ready Karen?" Peter questioned, moving back slightly from the window.

'Of course Peter, I'm always ready,' Karen re-joined, sounding more than happy and ready to go.

Peter nodded, a smile slipping onto his face as he quickly glanced down at his web shooters, making sure they were securely in place. Once he knew, he looked back up once more and leapt forward.

For a moment, he allowed himself to free fall. The air whipping around him and the world feeling as though it had slowed to a halt. This- this is the peace Peter wishes for every time he has to go home. Here he has no fears, here, he doesn't worry that May might be around the corner, ready to strike at any time.

The only issue is, it doesn't last long enough. Before he had much time to process it, he was shooting a web out, catching himself on it and swinging to the next web.

"This is nice, isn't it, Karen," Peter states, evident happiness and glee within his voice.

Even over the wind, Peter can still hear her clearly, 'yes Peter, I do think I could get used to this.'

Peter continues to swing about, getting a grip on the new suit and how it works and felt. After about five minutes he landed on top of a building and perched himself on the edge, making sure to be a little away from it just in case.

"So Karen, can you tell me about any of the crime going on?" Peter questioned, a hand unknowingly setting itself around his ribs as he gazes out into the busy city of Queens.

'Of course Peter, there is currently a robbery in progress three blocks away, would you like to go to it?' Karen questions.

Peter jumps to his feet, adrenaline beginning to course through his veins as he responds, "yes please K."

A small map appears in the corner of his vision, a small, blue line showing him where he needed to go. Karen began to fill him in with more information, such as how many robbers there were and how many hostages were being help.

Peter was only half listening as he swung his way there, one of his only thoughts sticking out at the moment was-

'Damn, this is so cool.'

-

The clock had just struck 7:29, and there was, to Peters shock, no crime currently going on. He was sat on a roof until a thought came to mind.

He could go see Bucky.

Peter knew Bucky would ask where he got the suit from, but he knew he would just have to say he made it. Bucky knew Peter was smart, so it wasn't like it was something too unbelievable. The only issue was, where would he have got everything that was so high-tech. He could always say he found it.

"Hey Karen, can you- can you keep a secret?" Peter whispered, almost scared someone might here him all the way from up here.

'Of course I can Peter, as long as it doesn't endanger you or anyone else,' Karen replied, seemingly unaffected by what Peter had said.

Peter thought over it for a moment. He knew Bucky wasn't a danger to him, nor anyone else, but he couldn't help but worry Karen might not see it that way and tell Mr Stark, and if she did that, he would loose Buckys trust and his brot- friend. His friend.

"Karen, what would you do if I said I was going to see a rouge avenger?" Peter mumbled, hoping he hadn't pushed his luck.

Karen didn't reply for a moment, and Peter couldn't help but panic, thinking maybe she was calling Mr Stark. Just as he was about to say something in his panic, Karen spoke up.

'I would say, as long as you're safe, I don't need to say anything.'

Peter let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Karen really was the best. "Thank you K, I promise I'm safe with him. In fact, with him, I'm normally my safest."

Peter froze. He wasn't meant to say that much. What if Karen told Mr Stark, then he would make him tell him everything. And he- he couldn't do that. No way would he do that.

Thankfully, Karen didn't pick up on it, and if she did, she didn't say anything about it. Instead replying with, 'I'm glad Peter. I will keep quiet then.'

"Thank you K, really," Peter whispered, before standing from his spot on the roof and jumping down into the open air, making his way to the hideout and his safe place.

-

*Location- Bucky's hideout*

-Third Person P.O.V-

Once more Bucky was sat in the hideout, in his normal spot on the sofa and a book in hand. He knew Peter would be here soon, but he had already been here since this morning. Bucky didn't really want to be around the others when all they would talk about was Tony, the accords and finding Spider-Man.

He himself wanted to fix everything with Tony and The Accords, but he didn't want to have to talk to the others about it; after all, he still held a lot of guilt for what happened and he wasn't sure he wanted to hear any of them talk about it in fear that they might hate him again.

It took a long time for them to even remotely forgive him, they wouldn't talk to him for nearly the whole time in Wakanda. However, once they had seen the true remorse he felt and the fact he was actively seeking help for his Winter Soldier side, they decided to talk to him and try to forgive him.

It was a long process, Bucky would be lying if he said it wasn't difficult. Having no one to talk to- aside Steve of course- and then suddenly, everyone was back beside him talking to him as though nothing had changed. He might have been 'cured' of the Winter Soldier, but that didn't mean a part didn't stick around. He still didn't like being around people, much like he was when he was The Winter Soldier, so he was left with trying to not let himself push them all away before they gave up on him.

Bucky still couldn't understand it, he could hardly cope being around Steve, yet he could cope easily around Peter. Jesus it was so confusing. Bucky didn't want to admit it, he really didn't, but everyday that he would see Peter, he couldn't help but think of him more and more of a brother.

Before Bucky could dwell on it anymore, he heard some quiet noise from outside. Bucky knew as he heard the door lock opened up that he had nothing to worry about, knowing it'll be Peter there. He turned his head when he saw someone walk in, he was partly shocked when he saw Peter in a new, high-tech Spider-Man suit.

-

Peter pushed the door to the hideout open, a familiar and welcoming sense of safety and warmth flooded him as he stepped through the door. He knew Bucky was here, after all, it was pretty warm in the hideout already- which Peter was grateful for, considering it was early March and it was still pretty cold when the sun went down. He would also be lying if he said he couldn't just hear Buckys heart beat in there.

While Peter was excited about showing Bucky the new suit, he was also a little anxious about saying where it came from. He didn't want to tell Bucky that he was now with Mr Stark, he knew what happened between them all and he didn't want to lose Bucky over that. As much as he hated lying, he knew he would have to in order to not lose the one thing in his life that means something to him now. (Aside from being Spider-Man of course.)

Peter was also grateful that he had clothes here; as much as he liked wearing the suit and it being so comfortable, however, he knew he would be embarrassed if he stayed in it while not actually patrolling.

"Hi Bucky," Peter greeted happily, pulling the mask off his mask.

Bucky looked up from his book, a smile on his face that was more genuine that he would like to admit. He was about to greet Peter back, but paused momentarily when he saw the suit he was wearing, knowing it had changed.

"Hey Pete. What's with the new suit?" Bucky asked, tilting his head in question.

Peter made sure not to falter, but on the inside he froze all together. He really, really hated having to do this. But he knew he had no choice.

"I found some new fabric and tech and made it. Took a while, but I'm quiet proud," Peter exclaimed, forcing a smile on his face.

God he felt so bad now.

Bucky nodded, not believing it completely, but letting it slide. Looking at the suit, Bucky had to admit it looked a lot Starks tech, but there would be no way that Peter would have a suit made by Stark. Right? Oh well.

"It looks cool Peter, good job," Bucky replied, moving a little on the sofa to make enough room for Peter.

Peter thanked him quietly and grabbed a hoodie, quickly pulling it over the suit. He was able to hold back the wince of pain, not wanting Bucky to know anything else about his injuries. Once he pulled the hoodie over his head, he grabbed some sweat pants and pulled them over the bottom half of his suit.

He settled into the sofa then, grabbing the blanket that he always did that resided on the back of the sofa.

"You hungry?" Bucky asks, standing from his place and stretching.

As if on cue, Peters stomach rumbled wildly, making him flush red in embarrassment and pull the sleeves of his hoodie down over his hands, casting his eyes downwards. "Maybe a little," Peter mumbled, chancing a glance up at Bucky and smiling sheepishly.

Bucky chuckled quietly and nodded his head, "you know I was thinking maybe tomorrow or another day we could get takeaway pizza." Bucky said, picking up one of the sandwiches and water in the corner and handing it to Peter.

"Wait really?" Peter asked in excitement, he hadn't had takeout pizza in a long time, and it would be so nice to have again.

Bucky nodded and hummed, "yep. I have money for it, the only thing is you'll have to go and get it, as well, you know..." Bucky trailed off, looking down a little in shame as he remembers once more about what happened.

Peter notices straight away and frowns a little. He understands why Bucky is sad, but the more time he spends with Bucky, the more he thinks it's wrong of people to be angry at him. It's more than obvious he holds remorse for what he did and it wasn't even him who did it. Bucky is the kindest person he knows and one of the only people in his life who he trusts, Bucky himself had done nothing wrong, it was HYDRA and The Winter Solider.

"It's okay Bucky, and can go pick it up," Peter spoke, sending Bucky a warm smile.

Bucky looked at Peter and saw how he was looking at him, and he could tell straight away Peter didn't hold anything against him. Peter seemed more than happy to be around Bucky and it made him feel slightly better knowing Peter didn't hold anything against him.

"Thanks Pete, we can have it tomorrow if you like. As long as you're not eating with your aunt?" Bucky asked, missing the flinch when he spoke Mays name.

"That would be great, and my, my aunt will more than likely be at work," Peter replied, trying to get the word Aunt out without making it feel physically ill while saying it.

-

The clock hit 10:08pm when Peter decided he should probably leave. He didn't want to, but he knew he had to get home soon, and he wanted to do a final patrol before leaving.

"I better go Bucky, but I'll be back tomorrow at like 8, then I can get the food?" Peter voiced, questioning the final part as he wanted to be sure.

Bucky nodded and smiled a little, "that sounds good Pete. Stay safe okay," Bucky replied.

Peter nodded and replied similarly before pulling his hoodie and sweat pants off, revealing his suit again. Peter bid Bucky goodbye before grabbing his back and leaving, making sure to shut the door behind him quietly.

He shot a web into the air, making sure no one could see him before pulling himself into the air.

"Karen, you got anything?" Peter asks, settling on a roof and looking over the darkened skyline.

-

Peter had finally made it home, it was now 11:42pm and he couldn't help but be tired. He knew as soon as he walked in that May was at work, which he wasn't shocked by at all, considering she works night shifts.

He had just settled in his room, the suit buried within the closet and hoodie and sweat pants in it's place.

Carefully, he picked up a photo beside him and looked at it in sadness. His uncles smiling face engraved itself into his mind, and knowing he won't be able to ever see it again in person broke his heart.

Tears slowly dripped down his face and he help the photo tightly in his hands.

"I miss you so much Uncle Ben, I'm so sorry," Peter whispered in a broken voice.

That night, he fell asleep with the photo in his hand, dried tears down his face and a broken heart. 

A/N- I've finished writing this book, but it might take a while to edit. But I'll continue to post it anyway and update it all when it's edited. 

- Bear xx