Hey guys, this one-shot is (what I call) O.T.H (On The House), which is a one-shot that I couldn't wait to post and posted it right away. It's a one-shot me and Melancholy Sunshine came up, we both wrote our own version down. You guys should go check hers out, she writes so AWESOME!

Hope you guys enjoy!

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The first time Peter took a picture of his team was when they were on the beach to Sandman's Island.

He was a little hesitant about bringing his camera, but as he watched Danny and Luke play catch, and Nova build oddly-constructed sand aliens, and Ava secretly reading her romance novel, Peter was suddenly very happy he brought it.

He clicked the camera silently, the flash turned off so they wouldn't realize he was snapping their picture. It's not that Peter was ashamed of loving photography, it wasn't some huge secret he'd rather lie and manipulate is way out of. It just never came up, besides if Peter was completely honest, he felt that he would get teased.

By Sam mostly; but still...it didn't matter. It was just some silly picture; his team didn't even have to know about. The only reason Peter really took it, was because this was one of the first time Peter really thought his team was just having fun, and being themselves. Right now they weren't just teammates, but friends.

Peter subtly snuck the camera back into the S.H.I.E.L.D jet they 'borrowed' hidden safely in his jean pockets away from evil clutches of sand and water. He returned back outside in time for Danny to wave him over for a volleyball game.

The second time Peter took his teammates picture was when they were helping the Damage Control clean up the Wrecking Crew's mess.

He was able to get away from the Bugle cameras and workers watching, for a bathroom break. As he made his way back, he stopped for a moment and brought out his phone.

Peter snapped a quick pic of his team, all smiling and poking fun at Nova because Peter accidentally shrunk him, despite all the work they were stuck doing.

Besides, Nova was 8 inches tall and talked like Tinkerbell; how could Peter NOT take a picture.

(Later that night, he downloaded it onto his camera – for precautionary reasons)

The third time Peter took their picture was their first night moving into his house.

Well, sort of. S.H.I.E.L.D supplied Ava, Luke, Danny, and Sam with enough cash to get themselves some clothes and essentials. Just thinks that were 'recovered from the fire that burnt their apartment building down'.

Aunt May was out running for some take-out as they worked. All their new clothes and 'personal items' were picked in boxes to make the move-in more believable. Luke was easily carrying several big boxes in through the living room, but Sam accidentally knocked him to him and all the boxes went sprawling.

Peter always had an eye for perfect-picture moments, and had his camera quick in hand. The picture was a frozen image of Luke sitting on the floor looking confused and in a daze, Sam was sprawled next to him with a box on his head. Luke and Ava were in the background laughing loudly.

Peter and his camera were almost discovered that night, but Peter managed to get his camera away from prying eyes.

By the eighth picture, Peter didn't limit himself to just taking pictures of his team as a whole. He started taking individual pics of his them. One of White Tiger chasing Nova threw New York because he tried to make a 'cat video' of her. Iron Fist back at Kun'Lun, dressed in his monk robes while performing some awesome monk moves. Nova laughing with Rocket Raccoon and Groot on their rocket ship. Powerman trying to help get 'Awesome Android' under control.

By this time, Peter just started taking his camera everywhere with him, and if his camera wasn't with him, then Peter used his phone.

Somewhere around the 20th picture, Peter realized his was taking too much storage in his camera. After scrolling through them all, he realized he couldn't delete ANY of them. They were all such nice memories, and Peter couldn't find it in him to throw any of them out. So he secretly went out one night and got them all developed and stuffed in an envelope under his mattress.

No one had to know. I mean, friends took pictures of friends all the time– right? It wasn't weird...okay so Peter felt a little weird. Would his friends be freaked out by all the pictures he takes? Would they get mad at him?

So Peter refrained from telling anyone, his pictures being something he could cherish himself.

By the time Peter had his New Warriors team together (soon enough their pictures joining his collection) did he realize that he was getting an increasing pile of photos.

Still unable to throw any of them away, Peter went out one day and bought himself a scrapbook. He spent the majority of his day cutting out certain pictures, gluing them on paper and decorating his scrapbook. By the time he was done, Peter was thrilled to know that he still had almost half the book left to fill.

He got back in his costume, snuck his tiny, portable camera in his boot, and headed back to the Academy.

By the time the Web Warriors were assembled (all the way up to Scarlet Spider), did Peter's scrapbook finally get full. It was kind of sad, all those hours carefully cutting, pasting, and decorating were over. But Peter was pleased with the results.

His scrapbook was kept safe in his Academy locker, somewhere he could easily find it and be reminded of all the people he was fighting with, who looked up to him, and who he couldn't (wouldn't) fail. All of his teammates; friends; family; but Peter was still super careful not to let anyone see it.

Maybe over time he would show his team, but for now...

His team found out.

It was an accident. It was on one of those days where Peter was stuck solving some problem with Curt Connors in the lab, and his teams decided to go get him so he could just relax for a bit. They decided all go – you know, safety in numbers and all that. Besides, the more there, the more to convince Spidey to take a much needed break.

As they moved through the halls, Agent Venom and Powerman were playfully pushing each other back in forth; but one particularly hard push caused Powerman to fling back – right into Spider-Man's locker.

The locker whined sadly under the pressure, and the door opened, barely hanging on by its screws. "Oh sorry!" Agent Venom apologized. "My bad - my man!"

"I'm okay." Powerman assured, getting to his feet. "Can't say the same for Spidey's locker though." the locker door snapped off its already-weak hinges and clattered harshly on the ground in agreement. Powerman winced and picked it up.

"Hey, what's that?" Nova wondered aloud, pointing to something hidden inside the shadows of the Spider-Man's locker. He moved forward to grab it.

Ava glared at him in disapproval, "Nova, leave it alone. It's not yours." She scolded.

"It'll be fine, besides what is Spider-Man hiding that we don't already know about?" Nova joked; still hovering in the air, he looked down at the thick, heavy-duty scrapbook. It had a simply cover, just blank black with a red and blue spider drawn on top with gel pens. "A scrapbook?" Nova chuckled. "Oh, I hope there's a couple of embarrassing baby pictures of Webs in here."

Nova turned the cover, and his teasing smile fell from his face. After a moment, he slowly descended back on the ground as he gazed at the first page of the scrapbook. "What is it?" Kazar asked. All the teens huddled around Nova, staring at what they saw.

It was pictures of Spider-Man's first team, the Ultimates. There were some with them at a beach (which Sandman recognized as the one back on his island), there were some of them dressed as the workers with Control Damage (Nova, whom was extremely tiny, was frozen mid-way scolding White Tiger, Powerman, and Iron Fist as the said three were laughing).

Nova turned the page, and they were met with more pictures. Powerman running after a giant, gray android thing, Iron Fist performing an awesome move, a hilarious one of White Tiger chasing Nova (her claws out) as Nova was flying away looking incredible panicked.

"Hahahaha, what'd he do to upset her?" Dagger laughed.

"Let's just say Tiger is not fond of cat videos." Sam grumbled. Ava nodded and hissed at him, Sam jumped but glared back. They continued on through the scrapbook. As more pages were passed, the number of pictures of people increased. Soon the New Warriors were added into the Scrapbook, and soon after that: the Web Warriors.

The teens were laughing happily on the floor by that time, looking at pictures of them all dressed as Captain America for the fourth of July (standing on a building, saluting towards Avengers Tower), another with Nova and Miles teasing White Tiger and Zabu with catnip, then another with White Tiger and Zabu chasing Nova and Miles through the Academy (catnip forgotten).

There was a picture of all the teens decorating the Academy for Christmas. Squirrel Girl was beaming happily form the side as she held up two stockings stuffed full of her squirrel friends, then another with Agent Venom giving Monkey Joe an acorn with a tiny bow. They saw one of Scarlet Spider hanging upside down with Miles and Agent Venom. Then another one with Scarlet Spider cooking several hotdogs with Agent Venom, Kid-Arachnid, Kazar, and Dagger all looking incredible pleased whereas Scarlet seemed to be scowling.  One of Triton swimming in the ocean near the beach, before dunking Powerman under the waves. One of Amadeus showing off a new device he was test-running, and by it was a picture of him running around extinguishing fires in his lab from said new device.

Every picture was cut out with the upmost care, and decorated perfectly. It was obvious how much time was put into it.

On the very last page, it was a picture of all of the teens sitting out on the beach created by Sandman. It was a full-moon that night, they were all huddled around a fire, laughing, as they all retold old stories and adventure. Written above it in neat penmanship was the name: My Ultimate New Warriors, and below the picture was a nervously scrawled word: Family.

"Wow." Was all Powerman could say, while nodded with a small smile, as he gazed at it. The others nodded in agreement. "I didn't know Spidey was taking pictures of us this whole time." Squirrel Girl mused.

"I'm surprised he got away with it without anyone realizing." Scarlet Spider commented, for once not sounding annoyed. He was looking at himself in the picture, marveling in how well the picture was taken. He could almost feel the cool breeze and heat of the fire, as the wave nearby lapped lazily against the sand. 

Miles scowled a little though; he flipped through the pages a few times before asking, "Why aren't there any pictures of Spidey in here?"

"Huh." Amadeus said, rubbing his chin as he thumbed through the pages as well. "You're right; there are none of him here."

"Of course he would just take pictures of us and leave himself out." Nova muttered with a shake of his head. "That's Web-Head alright."

Cloak hummed accordingly, "Well, none of us even knew he was taking pictures of us." He noted. "So either he has a stash of selfies hidden somewhere, or he just had no way of including himself."

"I think I have an idea on how we can change that." White Tiger smirked. "Spider-Man's birthday is in a few months, I think I have the perfect gift idea for him."

(Later the teens put back Spidey's scrapbook and Amadeus fixed up the locker. Spider-Man didn't suspect a thing).

(Months later)

Spider-Man hurried through the Academy, swinging on his webs to get around faster. They better be alright, he thought to himself. After spending his birthday day-off with Aunt May, Harry, and MJ; Peter was abruptly called back to the Academy by his team. Apparently is was some big 'emergency' that they really needed help with.

Spidey just hoped something wasn't about to explode.

He burst inside the Academy dorms, perching high up on the wall. It was very dark inside, and Spider-Man could barely hear the faint patter of feet and hushed breathing. "Uh...guys?" he called.

Before Spider-Man could switch his eye-lenses to night-vision, the lights flashed on and suddenly everyone was yelling REALLY loud, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

Well, Spidey was so startled he slipped from the wall and landed face-first on the floor.

Spider-Man heard them all rush toward him "Whoa, bro, you okay?" Agent Venom asked above him, and Spider-Man felt something lightly touch his arm. "Uh...Spidey? Hello?...Guys I think we killed him!!"

Spider-Man groaned loudly to signify that 1) He was not okay, and 2) He was certainly not dead. He slowly lifted his head and looked up to see his teammates. Spidey lifted up his arms, so his hands supported and kept up his head, as the arachnid smiled widely and asked innocently, "So, what's the occasion?"

Scarlet Spider and White Tiger rolled their eyes, as the rest of them chuckled lightly. Agent Venom and Kazar helped Spider-Man to his feet, "Well, at least we didn't accidentally kill you." Flash muttered sheepishly. Spider-Man laughed, when he was back on his two feet, he looked around the dorm rooms and felt his breath slightly catch in his throat.

The walls were lined with streamers and balloons, there was a few tables filled to the brim with food and drinks (when throwing a party for superheroes, ALWAYS have a LOT of food ready), with another table stacked with self-wrapped presents. There was a big banner hanging up on the wall above Spider-Man's bunk, it read: Happy Birthday Web Head, and two, printed Spider-Man heads hung on either side of it.

"Aw, you guys didn't have to throw me a party." Spidey said, feeling himself blush a little under his mask.

"Well, we wanted to, so suck it up Bug Breath." Nova smirked, childishly sticking his tongue out at their leader. Spider-Man 'maturely' returned the gesture.

"Yeah, it's the least we can do." Squirrel Girl added, she sat on a chair with Monkey Joe perched on her head with a red and blue flower clip on his ear, his squirrel cheeks were stuffed with something big and bulging. "Monkey Joe wanted to wish you a happy birthday too." She added with a smile; Monkey Joe chittered in agreement.

The squirrel chittered again, and jumped off the chair. It scampered across the floor, up Spider-Man's leg and in his palm. Monkey Joe then deposited the giant acorns from his mouth and into Spidey's hand, before running off again and back toward Squirrel Girl.

Squirrel Girl pat his head adoringly and whispered, "I'm so proud of you."

Spider-Man rolled the acorns around in his hand, "Uh...thanks Monkey Joe. I l-ove them." Monkey Joe clicked and chittered as the rest of his team laughed in amusement.

"Are we going to stand here all day, or are we going to party?" Scarlet Spider dully asked within the group.

"OH YEAH! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"

(Later)

Toward the end of the party, Spidey found himself approached by his teammates again. After a rough night of partying and hanging with his S.H.I.E.L.D friends, Spider-Man was pretty tuckered out.

But seeing them walking toward him, Spidey perked up anyway saying "What's up?"

"Well, we have one more present for you." Dagger said.

Spider-Man's eyes widened, "Guys the party was enough, you really didn't have to get me anything else." Instead of answering they all smirked before handing him a horribly wrapped gift. It was folded in pieces of wrapping paper and newspaper, "That's not the Bugle is it?" Spidey asked pointing to a certain strip. The present was topped off with a pretty blue bow.

Spider-Man took it carefully in his arms, "Did Nova wrap it?" he asked. Nova rolled his eyes, "No...Scarlet helped." Spider-Man he glanced up at his team one last time for a brief second, before unwrapping the gift. As he got closer to the object beneath, his hands slowed as it slowly came together what his present was.

He brushed aside the last of the wrapping paper, "Is this a..." in his lap was a scrapbook. It wasn't a very big one, but it looked a little worn, each symbol of his team was drawn on the cover.

Spider-Man took a deep breathe, "You guys know about my scrapbook don't ya."

"Yeah," Iron Fist admitted.

"Look, I know it's a little weird." Spider-Man started. "I mean, I loved photography for a while, I just haven't done it that much. I snapped one pictures, than another, than I couldn't stop myself, and I needed somewhere to put them so I just – you know, made the scrapbook. Sorry if its weird, I can just...you know....I just....gosh I need to stop talking-"

"Hey, easy there." Cloak interrupted smoothly. "It's not weird."

They all nodded, "It was actually kind of, sweet." White Tiger admitted.

Spider-Man blushed and ducked his head sheepishly, "Uh...thanks."

"Aren't you going to look in yours?" Miles asked, leaning forward eagerly. Spider-Man felt like a grown-up among children, under all of their excited eyes and smiles.

Spidey opened it up to the first page and a smile immedianly broke on his face. It was a picture of him and Powerman attacking Nova with a flurry of water balloons. The next one was Nova playing a game of dodge-the-energy-blast with Powerman and Spider-Man as the two latter run for safety.

There was another of Spider-Man, Scarlet Spider, Kid-Arachnid, Agent Venom, and Iron Spider all fast asleep on one giant constructed web. Miles was curled comfortable against Spider-Man's back, Spider-Man one arm across Agent Venom's face, whereas the symbiotic hero had his feet propped up on Iron Spider. Scarlet Spider was on the other side of Miles, with his back pressed tight against the other boys, with one leg crossing over Spider-Man's.

The next was Spider-Man and Kazar trying to give Zabu a bath. Bubbles were all up Spider-Man's arms, and covering his head, Kazar had them all over his front and peppering his face like a beard. The two were running after the giant cat, Kazar pulling a head, and Spider-Man behind lugging a towel with him.

As they continued on, Spider-Man's smile grew wider and wider, sometimes bursting out with laughter as the crazy pictures. "You took these all within the space of a few months."  Spidey demanded.

"Yeah," Squirrel said. "They're not as good as yours but-"

"No, they're wonderful." Spider-Man assured. "Really, you guys did awesome."

They all beamed at Spider-Man, and for a moment they all stood in a comfortable silence. Spider-Man ran his gloved hand sub-consciously down the pictures. Before long he burst, "Okay, that's it! I'm calling it! Everyone group hug! NOW!" they all laughed and swooped in.

Spider-Man hugged them all tight. "Okay guys, just like we practiced." Miles said.

Then they all shouted together, "Happy Birthday Daddy Longlegs!!" though Agent Venom was a few seconds off.

Spider-Man chuckled with a slight shake of his head. "Ah, I love you guys."

"...So about this photography thing..."

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Notes:

This was longer than I intended...and a lot mushier...THEY ALL JUST NEED TO BE ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY, DO NOT JUDGE MY NEED FOR THIS!

Thank you Melancholy Sunshine for coming up with this with me, it as fun. And for all of those out there who don't know her, go check out Melancholy Sunshine's fics, they're awesome, and she did her own one-shot about Photgraphy/Scrapbook Peter!.

Hope you enjoyed! Till next time!