Hey, guys, this was going to be more of a drabble but it got a little longer, so it became a small(er) one-shot. It's based on a picture I drew of the Web Warriors as Peter's cat, is just above. I couldn't figure out how to add non-colored version, so I guess you all get just the colored version. 

Thank you Sukaretto_  for getting me to write, also, Suki is writing her own version of the picture so you guys should definitely go check that out as well! 

When the little six-year-old nephew of one of his officers came tottling into his office with a box in his chubby arms, Nick Fury already knew what was coming. It was the same things he's gone through four other times.

He watched as the kid kicked the door open with his little foot, adjusted his cargo and stumbled inside with four other cats following close behind. Nick's told him dozens of times to keep the pets out of his office, yet there they were. Every. Time.

He could tolerate keeping them in the basement for Aunt May and Peter, maybe even the main room where his officers worked, since their landlord doesn't allow pets in their apartment, but his office was off-limits. Or so he kept telling the boy. Nothing seemed to be getting through, though.

Peter adored all his cats and took them everywhere with him. Enough so that they were getting too comfortable in his office. The yellow tabby, Ameowdaus Cho Peter called him, instantly sauntered across the carpet and jumped into the leather chair in front of his desk. It snuggled into the cool material and slowly melted into a puddle, eyes shutting pleasantly as it relaxed. The little grey Persian kitten, Miles Purralise, tried to join in the comfort, but couldn't make it up and kept falling into a little meowing heap.

Peter stopped in front of the desk, almost tripping over the cat rubbing against his ankles, and, as gentle as a toddler could, set the box on the ground. He didn't address Nick immediately, and stopped to help little Purralise into the chair next to Ameowdaus, setting the kitten down with great care next to the tabby.

A moment later, little fingers clutched the edge of the desk and wide blue eyes peeked over the edge, grinning up at Nick, who put his pen down with a sigh.

"Yes, Peter?"

"I finded something," Peter announced, grin widening with excitement. "And it's super nice and pretty, and I'll take care of it and walk it, and I already named it so we can't give it away."

Nick groaned, rubbing his forehead roughly. Yep, his theory was correct. Something knocked over on his desk and he glared at the fluffy black and white Norwegian Forest cat as it treaded over all his paperwork.

"Get your cat off my desk," he said, pushing it away with his pen.

"Flash, no," Peter scolded softly, reaching up with little hands to grab the cat. Being a good foot or so short, he didn't succeed. But when the cat noticed the child's beckonings, it walked forward eagerly, purring as crouched in front of him. "Good kitty," Peter cooed, wrapping his arms gently around its fluffy belly so it was gathered onto his chest, and gently set it back on the floor.

When he looked back up again, his eyes were wide and pleading. Oh, no. Not happening. Nick would not be swayed by those baby-eyes! Why'd he have to use them on him every time, anyway? They should have no effect on him, he's the Chief of Police for goodness sake.

He really should say no. He KNOWS this. Peter already has a whole coterie of cats he's picked up from nearly every gutter and animal shelter this city had to offer. Enough was enough. The cat hair itself was getting everywhere, and Nick was sure that if he let Peter take-in another cat, May was going to flay him alive, whether he was her boss or not.

"Peter, if it's another cat, I don't think you're Aunt will like it."

"Pleeeaaaasssee, he's so nice, and it's the last one. I promise."

"THat's what you said last time."

"Well...I promise promise this time."

Nick leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen on the desk. With the other hand, he grabbed his coffee and took a long swig. He stared at the boy over the rim, wondering for the millionth time why he allowed Peter at the station anyway. They were the NYPD for heaven's sake, not a kindergarten. He's pretty sure if the media caught wind of it, they'd rip the department a new one.

But the staff loved him, and May had a hard time finding a weekend baby-sitter - especially when all his officers insisted that she bring him, and that it was okay they didn't mind, and he's just so adorable we'd be happy to watch him. They adored that boy almost as much as he adored his cats. Admittedly, Fury himself was, maybe, perhaps, a tad fond of the little guy too. Cat club and all.

"Fine," he conceded, putting the cup down. "Let's see this one."

Peter grinned widely and quickly opened the box, reaching in for whatever was inside. What he brought out next nearly gave Nick a heart-attack. The cat could hardly be called a cat anymore. It was scrawny and dirty, and missing large patches of black fur, showing off scarred skin underneath. A piece of its ear was off and the long scar running across its face made it look like pure evil. The thing looked so angry and mean Nick was flabbergasted as to how Peter managed to get close to it in the first place.

"Peter!" he jumped to his feet, hitting the desk. The noise startled the cat-thing, making it hiss loudly and jump from Peter's arms where it zipped across the floor and into a far corner, back arched and hair bristled. Nick rounded on Peter, grabbing the childs arms and face, turning him from side-to-side. "Did it scratch you? Bite you? Why in the world would you bring that thing in here?" With his luck the thing had rabies and he'd probably have to drive the kid to the hospital now, and the staff was gonna want to go see him, there goes his NYPD, and screw being anyone's boss, May Parker was going to string his corpse outside the building after this.

Peter scowled, impervious to Nick's growing aneurysm, and twisted away, peering at the cat in concern. "Nicky, you scared him," he pouted, walking quickly toward the cornered feline. "He's sensative."

Nick pulled him back. "No, don't touch it. I'll call Phil in and he's going to take it back outside."

"But - but Nicky, we can't let him go. He'll be sad." the boy said, and - gosh darn it - his chin is starting to wobble and tears pricked the corners of his big blue eyes. The whole department would be out for him if he made him cry. "He's a good kitty, he just got beat up by bullies. I - I can make him feel better."

"Peter," Nick tried, sighing, "that thing probably has dozens of diseases. You can't just pick animals up from off the street. If could've bitten you."

"If he's sick then we have to make him feel better. I'll make him some soup. That's what Aunt May makes me when I'm sick."

"That thing is going to attack you."

"No he won't, he's nice!" to prove his point, Peter twisted his arm out of Nick's grip and ran over to the cat. The Chief had already jumped to his feet and was reaching for the boy's arm again when Peter picked the feline up and was looking up at the Chief proudly.

He stroked the cats likely flea-bitten head, "See, Ben won't hurt me,"

Nick paused, heart aching slightly. Dang it, why'd he have to go and name it that? Peter loved his Uncle Ben, so if he was giving this cat that name, then he must mean he's already gotten attached to it. And when Peter got attached, there was almost no way of getting him to let go. It's why he had so many cats to begin with.

Besides, oddly enough, he was right. The cat was glaring at Nick with feral eyes, but it lay calmly in the boy's arms, tail switching serenely in the air as it nestled into a cat lump. The rest of the cats swarmed around Peter's ankels, rubbing against his legs and purring. Meowy-Jane was staring at Nick crudely as if daring him to tell Peter no now.

Well, it didn't seem like that cat had hurt the boy. Aside from the dirt and grass stains on his clothes, Peter was just as fine as he was earlier this morning when he stopped by to say hi. Besides, looking closer, the cat didn't look that bad. Sure it was scratched up, but aside from that, it looked in a decent-enough shape. Couldn't really tell it's breed, but he couldn't be surprised if was just a run-of-the-mill street cat.

"Know what?" he decided, bending down to Peter's eye-level. "How about you go ask your Aunt. See what she thinks."

Peter's grin returned showing off one of his missing teeth. "Okay! Come on Web Warrior," he beckoned his self-dubbed, spider-themed cat club on, hefting the alleycat on his shoulder as he ran for the door. The cats perked up and followed him eagerly. The likely-rabid one glared at Nick over Peter's shoulder till the door closed.

"Jeez," the Chief groaned, rubbing his head again. "Where does he find these things."

He lightly kicked the box left on his floor and sat back on his desk and picked up his reports, brushing away a few pieces of cat hair. There was no doubt he would be getting an ear-full from Aunt May for that one.

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The call came and, as suspected, Aunt May was not happy to have the situation dumped on her shoulders.

She never mentioned what she was going to do with the cat during the call, but a few days later when Nick glanced outside his window and saw Peter playing on the floor of his Aunt's desk, he noticed the black cat among the group. It wasn't as scrawny anymore and had been cleaned up enough that its fur shone healthily. A piece of its ear was still missing and the scar on its face made it look like it was plotting some nefarious scheme to take out the NYPD, but, somehow, it managed to fit itself into the group. Flash still didn't like it though, nor did the cat like him, and often hissed at each other whenever the other got close, making Peter break up more than one upcoming fight. Which was amazing in itself because not once did he ever get scratched. If anything, those things seemed like a bunch of demon-like body-guards squashed into a bunch of fluffy, innocent-looking bodies. Not even a whole police unit could do a better job of protecting that boy than his cat clique.

When Peter came by to see him the next morning, bringing his little demons with him, the black cat was walking calmly by his legs. It still glared icily up at Nick when Peter stopped. When Nick asked him what its name was, Peter told him it was Scarrlet - which, he'd admit, that was kind of funny.

When Peter was leaving with his Aunt at the end of the day, sneaking the cats' pieces of the sandwich when she wasn't looking, Nick noticed the black cat squished close to Peter's side, purring contentedly. For once it didn't look as though it was going to annihilate anything that breathed in its general direction.

He shook his head as they drove off, watching the cats all hunker down in the basket beneath May Parker's desk, chuckling lightly to himself. How that boy got those things to like him was a mystery.

This was so much fun to write!

I enjoyed it so much I did research and came up with backstories for all his cats too! :D

So Peter has his little cat club called "The Web Warriors," all spider-themed because he has an obsession with spiders. He gave each of his cats a codename (he is Spider-Man, even though everyone calls him Spiderling)

Flash is a black and white Norwegian forest cat, the fluffiest one of the bunch. Peter found Flash at an animal shelter, where it had been taken from an abusive home. Flash was aggressive at first and wouldn't let anyone come near it. But Peter eventually earned its trust, enough that Flash would only let him near him. Peter named him Flash because he's the fastest one in the group. His codename is Agent Purrnom because he purrs so loud.

MJ is a calico cat, and has been the one he's had the longest. She had originally belonged to one of Aunt May's friends, who passed the cat on to her when she died. Peter loved the cat from the beginning and the cat loved him right back. She was his first friend. Her name is MJ, who he also calls Meowy-Jane, but her code name is Spider-Cat because she's his second-in-command.

Amadeus Cho is a yellow tabby cat called Ameowdaus Cho. Ameowdaus was a cat that roamed Peter's Elementary School for a while, and when it finally figured out how to get into the school, it ate Peter's sandwich from his lunchbox. Peter despised Ameowdaus ever since. It was the first cat he's ever hated. But the cat scratched and scared away a bully who was picking on Peter once, and after that, they were best pals. Peter's codename for him was Iron Spider for reasons no one understands.

Miles is a small, fluffy grey Persian kitten. His name is Miles Purralise, but his codename is Kitten Arachnid. This one neither Aunt May or Nick is sure where he came from. Peter showed up with him one day, a perfectly healthy and clean cat, and Purralise stuck with them ever since. Aunt May set up lost signs for its owner, but no one ever called. Peter claims it's because the cat came from another world, and Nick Fury has decided that maybe he should stop letting him watch cartoons so often.

Ben is a black alleycat. Full name, Ben Rowley. His codename is Scarrlet Spider. Peter found him while he was throwing some trash out for Aunt May behind the building. Ben hissed and growled at him at first, but Peter won its trust through pieces of his breakfast burrito. Despite acting mean, Ben never scratched him. But Peter realized very quickly that Ben and Flash were going to fight often, so put Ben in a box so he could safely bring him to show Chief Nicholas Fury.

Bonus! Peter convinced Nick to let them keep the cats at the Police station because he and Aunt May can't have them in his apartment. The cats have become the NYPD's mascots.

This was so much fun, I'm glad I did it! Thanks Suki for getting me to write this! :D Reminer: Suki made her own one-shot based the picture so you guys should totally go check it out! She's on wattpad as Sukaretto_.

-OfficialUSMWriter out!