So this is a bit later than I intended,
but hey, it's here....so that means something I suppose....

Anywho, hope yalls are ready for another chapter!!

Peter didn't know what to do.

Ever since he'd seen the helmet inside Sam's locker he'd begun to notice more  things about his friends and he didn't know if it was just his mind making useless connections or if there actual was something there.

Ava had a small white tiger head carving attached to her bag, the same that the hero White Tiger had been know to have attached to her belt; Luke had gotten hit in the arm during their science class with some boiling hot water, and hadn't even batted an eye, and he didn't bruise when he tripped and smashed his leg into one of the metal tables either; he didn't really have that much to go off of from Danny besides the fact that he knew martial arts -which was freaking awesome- and Peter had thought he'd seen a yellow bandana-like thing in his locker one time.

Maybe it was just his mind freaking out, maybe it was real, maybe it was because of that man who had talked to him that night about being a hero. He still hadn't seen the man since then, so he wasn't sure.

He shook his head and went back to focusing on where he was going, paying attention to the road as he skateboarded his way home while taking a sip of his smoothie, having finished school and said goodbye to his friends a while ago.

His aunt had asked him to come straight home that day, since she had said she had something she wanted to talk about with him, but he kept getting distracted, his head buzzing with ideas and theories about his friends. He tried to push all that away into the back corners of his mind for now though, he'd deal with it later.

-

"May, I'm home." He called as he entered the house, closing the door and propping his skateboard against the wall before shrugging his backpack off.

"Oh Peter, I'll be there in just a second." May said from in the kitchen, and Peter went to the living room to sit on the couch, pulling out a thin strand of webbing to fiddle with after he got comfortable.

His aunt came out a few moments later, and smiled at him.

"How was your day?" She asked as she moved to sit in the love seat.

"It was good, we had a test in Chem but I think I did well." He said.

"Oh that's wonderful," May said with a grin. "How was your meeting with the school counselor?" She asked.

"Same as always." Peter admitted softly, looking away.

"Ah, okay," May said, and peter didn't miss the way her shoulders dropped a little, and the familiar feeling of guilt bubbled a little in his chest. "I was wondering if you'd like to try something they suggested to me in a call last night."

"Um, sure I guess? What is it?" He asked as he looked back up at her. He felt guilty, so he might as well try whatever it is, if it'd make her happy.

"An emotional support animal." May said, perking up a bit,  "almost anything can be an emotional support animal, so I though it might be a nice thing to try."

"A pet? May I don't think we have the money to get a dog or something, let alone it's food." Peter said with a frown. He'd heard of emotional support animals before, and while sure it'd be nice, he just didn't think it'd be the best option financial wise at the moment.

"I wasn't really think of a dog," May said, her smile growing a bit bigger, "I was looking into tarantulas," she admitted. "Since you have that one spidery-thing you can do, I thought it be a better fit than a dog or a cat."

Peter sighed softly with a tiny smile, he knew what she was talking about. They'd discovered early on that he and spiders had a very strong connection, one that included language. It was a weird sort of language, of chitters and clicks and hisses, and the occasional bit of body language. His aunt and uncle hadn't really understood it, but since peter had been able to convince the spiders living in the house to not live in the house anymore, they didn't question it.

"Aren't tarantulas expensive? Along with their terrariums?" He said slowly.

"I found a fish tank at a yard sale that we can use, and the fiber isn't too expensive -and I'm sure we could find other things to add to the tank, like the broken pot we have in the garage, we can use it as a hide if we do it right." She said, "and they're cheaper online, I found a nice spider for roughly $30." She added.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to have to spend any money you don't need to." Peter said.

"I can spare the money for this, it's not that much, and their food isn't that expensive either." She said. "But it's ultimately your decision." She added.

Peter sighed again. "I...suppose we could try it..." he said slowly.

May smiled, "okay, okay good." She said. "I can order the spider as soon as we get the tank set up." She said.

They talked about it a little more after that, with May saying she'd pick some stuff up the next day so that she and peter could put the tank together tomorrow, and Peter eventually slipped away to finish his homework in his room.

The next few days were filled with school work, a bit of stress for both him and May, and the two of them coming together whenever they had the time to set up the terrarium for the tarantula. The fish tank his aunt had gotten at the yard sale was 10 gallons and had a metal mesh lid. They found a cheap pack of fake plants, and a fairy cheap but large package of coconut fiber. The set up was pretty simple. A several inches of the coconut fiber, with the small broken pot half buried and slightly filled, with the fake plants set up around the tank.
They did a bit of research and also ended up buying a small heat pat to put under one side of the tank, since the tarantula would need it to be a bit warmer, and also found the small spray bottle his aunt had bought a few years ago when she'd tried growing succulents. Then the found a tiny sauce dish tucked in the farthest corner of their cupboard, and used it as a water dish in case the tarantula wanted it.

The tank was officially finished on Sunday, and the tarantula was due to arrive on Monday. Despite still feeling a bit guilty about the money, peter found himself a but excited about the tarantula. It'd give him someone to talk to and confide with that no one else could, hopefully it was nice and had a good attitude.

He hadn't mentioned the spider to his friends, since a) Sam didn't really like spiders and would have freaked out -although that would have been funny to see- and b) it felt a bit personal or private for some reason. He wasn't embarrassed, but it just wasn't something he thought needed to be shared.

Monday turned out to be rather awful though.

The English teacher's had decided to combine their classes for a large group project, meaning that there'd be students from different classes in each group, and they'd all meet up in the cafeteria during the period to work on the project. He was luckily put in a group with Danny, but unfortunately also had not only Harry in his group, but Eugene "Flash" Thompson and another football player in the group as well.

Flash had been a bully to peter since they'd first been placed in the same class. Shoving him around, humiliating him, stuffing him in lockers, breaking his stuff, and a couple of punches here and there over the years. Nothing super damaging though, since he and the rest of his friends knew peter wouldn't fight back and didn't want to push him into telling a teacher or something by going too far, they were smart in that sense.
There were two reasons he hadn't told a teacher yet, a) Harry was usually around to distract them before things got too bad, and b) they'd threatened to beat him up much worse than they'd ever had before if he told anyone, and it'd raise a bit of suspicion he got horrendously beat up but came back the next day with almost no injuries due to his enhanced healing abilities.

But now Harry was ignoring him, so peter couldn't rely on him to step in if things got to far. He never stopped the bullying -since Flash and his buddies could easily shun him and such if he helped 'penis parker' too much- but he'd help peter out of the lockers he'd be stuffed into, and would either come and distract them so peter could slip away, or be there for after they'd left to help him if needed.

Hopefully they wouldn't try anything since Danny would be there, but his hopes weren't super high. Flash and his buddies had been giving him a break for a while, but that wouldn't last forever.

It started when flash and the other dude, Jeff or Jess or whatever, refused to do the project.

"If you think I'm going to waste my time learning about some dead guys wacky-ass plays instead of doing my own shit then you're dumber than I thought." Flash said, "I have practice and shit, so count me out." He added, his friend nodding in agreement.

Peter sighed internally and glanced over at Harry, who was scrolling through his phone and ignoring the group. This kind of stuff had happened before in group projects, but Harry didn't usually step in to get flash and whoever else to work, he just helped peter with the work as best he could.

"It's a group project, so everyone needs to do their own share of the work." Peters eyes snapped over to look at Danny as he spoke, "and last I checked you need a good grade in order to play sports." His friend added, cocking an eyebrow.

"That's why you and penis here are going to make sure it's a good project so we all get a good grade," Flash said with a condescending smirk, "and if we get a bad grade on this cause you two losers didn't do a good job then you'll have to deal with my pals and me -penis here can tell you all about how that goes." He added cockily.

Peter watched as Danny's nose wrinkled and caught his eye for a second when the other teen glanced over at him before looking back at Flash.

"It would be 'my Pals and I', not my pals and me," Danny said, his voice steady and calm, which was kind of impressive, "and both my grade and Peter's are good enough to suffer one bad project, are yours?" He asked, emphasizing peters name when he said it.

Flashs smirk morphed into a scowl. "You got something to say punk?" He asked as he glared at Danny, "come on, say it to my face."

"I was simply implying that you'd get in trouble if you got a bad grade on this project, seeing as I doubt you do your other assignments if this instance is anything to go by." Danny said, and holy shit he'd either hit his head and was being super dumb, or super brave cause wow.

Flash all but growled at that and stood up from his seat, "you wanna go? Cause if you'd got something to say you'd better say it with your fists."

"Fighting will also hinder your ability to play sports, since I will report you and you'll have detention or even be suspended." Danny said. "So I'd rather not, for your sake."

Flash did growl this time, and peter watched as he snatched up his backpack from the floor while his friend stood up and grabbed his as well.

"See if I fucking care, it's your funeral if we don't do good on this project." He sneered, before turning to peter. "Hey Penis, give me my math." He said as he held his hand out expectingly.

Now this was a predicament.
He had actually done Flash's homework, it was extremely easy, but he didn't want to hand it over to him after what Danny had just done and said, but he also didn't want to go home all beat up for his aunt to see.

Fortunately he didn't have to make the decision.

"Profiting from the work of others will only lead to poverty when those who you once profited from no longer work for you," Danny said as he put a hand on peters shoulder, "Peter has nothing for you, Flash."

Peter, albeit very surprised, quickly looked down at his lap, not daring to look at Flash in case the other decided to sock him in the face despite being in the open cafeteria. He wouldn't put it past him in all honesty.

But even though he wasn't looking he could practically imagine the enraged snarl that mirrored the one actually morphing onto Flash's face. "Finally growing a pair, eh parker? Well let's see how well you handle what's coming to you later." He growled, "come on Jess." He snapped before stalking off, his friend shooting them a glare before quickly following.

Harry stood up without a word after that, still looking at his phone, and simply walked away, trailing after Flash and Jess at his own pace, leaving Danny and Peter sitting at the table.

"Well that was...eventful." Peter said slowly, his eyes following Harry before he teared them away to look at Danny. "You know we could just do the project ourselves."

"That wouldn't be fair to us," Danny said, "we should go tell Mrs.Reynolds that those three left and see if she has an alternative assignment or something similar for us." He said as he stood up.

"Uh, you sure? That'll just make those guys angrier and make things worse for us later." He said as he quickly stood up next to him.

"Nothings going to happen later, so there's no need to worry." Danny said as he and Peter began to walk back to the classroom.

"Did you not hear Flash basically promise to beat the shit out of us?" Peter asked as he raised an eyebrow, "you might know martial arts and stuff, but I'm only taught in the art of the nerd -which does not help me in this situation." That was technically a lie, but nobody needed to know that.

"The others and I can stop him or any of them if they come looking for trouble, don't worry." Danny said as he offered Peter a reassuring smile.

"Um, okay I guess." Peter said slowly, still sounding pretty uncertain.

Turns out Mrs.Reynolds did have an alternative assignment they could do, so instead of doing a presentation about Shakespeare's plays like the rest of the class, they'd each write their own 2000 word essay analyzing one of his plays. Apparently some other students where doing this as well, so it wasn't a huge problem or anything.

That didn't do anything to lessen the distinct tingling on the back of his neck that resided there for the rest of the day, or the simmering anxiety in his stomach that told him Flash and his buddies were going to be waiting around every corner for him, even if they actually weren't.

But the fact that at least one of his friends was practically plastered to his side at all times helped with that a bit. Danny had brought up what had happened to the others during lunch, and since then at least one of them was following both Peter and Danny around at all times like little over-protective ducklings. Not that Peter minded, he appreciated the company.

What he was really thankful for though, was both Sam and Luke walking him most of the way home. At school Flash and his friends couldn't get away with much, but outside of school they could corner him or something and have their way with using him as a living punching bag. Apparently Luke used to do boxing, and Sam had a bit of self defense knowledge, and the two assured him that if anyone tried to pull anything they could help him. And while he'd rather just get beat up then them getting hurt, he still appreciated the action -despite being fully capable of taking care of himself, which he still decided to leave out.

It also fed the thoughts about them being those superhero's, since they knew how to fight and seemed pretty confident in their abilities to protect him. But he once again shoved those ideas into the back of his head.

Nothing happened on their walk though, and he quickly waved them goodbye before turning down onto his street. His aunt should already be home, since she'd been given the night shift today and would be leaving around seven.

He'd completely forgotten about the tarantula by the time he got home, and would have continued to forget if the doorbell hadn't rung not even five minutes after he'd gotten home. His aunt had quickly rushed to the door before peter could even get up off the couch, and spoke with the person for a minute or so before coming back to the living room with a small brown box.

"It's here Peter," May said with a bright smile as she carefully passed him the box, making sure to treat it gently.

Peter took the box from her just as carefully, and internally winced when he could feel the pure anxiety radiating off of the spider inside the box. To be fair, he'd be pretty anxious as well if he'd been stuffed in a box and shipped inside a bouncing truck for who knows how many hours.

He carefully opened the box, using his student ID to cut the tape, and pulled out the wads of newspaper that had been stuffed inside to keep the actual container steady.

It was a small Tupperware, no bigger than his palm, and had quite a bit of substrate and moss and such inside.

The terrarium was up in his room, but he couldn't help himself and ended up peeling the container open right away, curiously peeking inside.

Hidden amongst the moss was a moderately small spider with thick and slightly curly dusty blond hairs ranging from light brown to almost ivory in color, decorating its entire body, making it look kinda fluffy. It was slightly bigger than an silver dollar, and had a nice plump and round abdomen.

He cautiously dipped two of his fingers into the Tupperware, and let a soft chittering sound slip past his lips.

He watched as the spiders legs slowly unfolded and poked out of its little hide, before crawling all the way out.

It slowly made its way towards peters fingers, where it hesitated before slowly crawling up onto its hand. His aunt couldn't hear it, but it -she- was making soft chittering noises back to Peter, curious asking what kind of spider he was. Most spiders asked that, which was pretty funny to Peter. They usually didn't understand when he told them he wasn't quite a spider anymore, but they went with it for the most part.

He explained her his usual spiel about not quite being a spider, but that got her even more curious, and she began to crawl up his arm and towards his face, still chittering.

"It seems to like you." May said from where she'd been sitting and watching the exchange.

"Yeah, she's pretty curious about how I'm not a spider because 'of course your a spider, how aren't you one?'." He said with a small laugh as the tarantula crawled her way up his neck and onto his face.

"Does she already have a name? Or do we need to give her one?"

Peter chittered softly to the spider that was now crawling up his face, and waited a few seconds before answering his aunt.

"She says she doesn't have one, but she heard 'Gwendolyn' a lot as a sling." He said.

"That's the name of the woman who sold her to me," May said, "is that what she wants to be called?"

Peter nodded, "she said she likes it," he said, "but we can call her Gwen or Lyn for short and such." He added.

"That's a lovely name," May said. "Do you... do you think she'll help at all?" She asked.

Peter pause for a second.
Gwen did seem nice, and it's be great to have someone to talk to and be his friend, but would she help?

"I...I think she will." Peter said softly as Gwen made herself comfortable on top of his head.

May's shoulders seemed to relax a bit at that, "I'm glad." She said. "Want to bring her up to your room to check out her enclosure? And then you should probably get started on your homework." She added.

"Yeah that's probably a good idea." Peter said as he stood up and scooped his backpack up. "Do you want any help with dinner tonight?" He asked.

"No I have it covered, and your smoothie is in the fridge for whenever you're hungry." She said as she also stood up.

"It was nice meeting you Gwen, I hope you like your new home." May said as she gave both her and Peter a smile.

After that peter brought her up to his room and showed her the terrarium, which she happily scuttled into to make herself at home.

While she was having her fun digging the beginning of her burrow into the substrate, peter got started on his homework, quietly chittering with her every now and then as he worked.

He ended up tossing the homework he'd done for Flash into the trash, which made him both relax and get a bit more anxious about tomorrow. Flash had never just 'let him go' when he promised to pummel him, so it was only a matter of time before he was either cornered or dragged into an alleyway.

He ended up talking to his friends after he'd finished his homework, absentmindedly sucking at his smoothie as he watched the playful argument between Sam and Ava about the play 'As You Like It' unfold.

He eventually said goodnight and went to bed, promising Gwen he'd help her redecorate the tank and get her a meal tomorrow.

-

It was Friday when Flash and his friends finally did anything.

He'd been on his way to school, having left is house a bit earlier since Danny had wanted to talk about their chem homework, when his spider sense had been trigger right before he was yanked into an alleyway and pinned to the wall of one of the buildings.

Now he'd like to say he came out of that ally looking better then they did, but considering the fact that he didn't even try to get a hit in, it was pretty obvious he looked worse.

They'd had their fun, that's for sure. They'd ended up doing the 'buddy-method' as Peter had dubbed it, where one or two of them would hold him while someone else took their turn beating him to a pulp.

He knew for sure that his nose was bleeding heavily but not broken, and that his cheek was swelling quite a bit, but everything else would need to be looked over with a mirror when he got home and wasn't dizzy anymore.

His phone was thankfully not damaged, but his skateboard was completely wrecked -one of them had snatched it up and completely destroyed it- but he still took what he could salvage home with him.

He also shot Danny a text saying that he actually wasn't feeling too good and was going to stay home today cause he thought he must have eaten something wrong -that was a believable lie right? Danny had responded with saying he and the others would tell him what he missed in class and that he hoped he felt better soon.

His aunt was already gone and at work by the time he got back home, which he was thankful for since he didn't want her to worry about him on top of everything else at the moment.

His torso was pretty bruised, turned black and blue from the punches and kicks and such, he had a nasty bruise on the side of his face that was also pretty swollen, and is ribs kinda hurt, but he doubted they were broken. His back had some bruised and scrapes as well, and his lip had been split too. He wasn't dizzy any more -which had probably been from when his head had smacked into the wall each time he had purposefully lost his balance after a hard hit or when he'd been pinned for the first time and his head had cracked against the wall painfully. His enhanced healing was probably taking care of that first though -head injuries aren't ideal after all.
Thankfully he wasn't too beat up overall, most of his injuries would heal up within the next day or two, and since it was the weekend it wouldn't be too weird if he went to school without injuries -and he could use a bit of his aunts makeup to make some fake bruises if he really thought he needed to look like he was still beat up.

He finished cleaning himself up and grabbed a smoothie before heading up to his room. He healed faster if he had some food in him, and he was also hungry since the smoothie he'd been drinking earlier had been dumped out into his back pack by one of Flash's friends. Luckily most of his school supplies was okay, but he'd need to rewrite a couple of papers.

It wasn't until around lunch time that he got a text in their group chat from Ava.

12:13pm
Ava
Since when does 'I don't feel good' mean 'I got beat up' ?

Peter
What are you talking about?

Ava
A certain meathead was bragging about how, and I quote, 'fucking penis nerd finally got what was coming' and told Danny 'you're next' or some shit
So I ask again
Since when does 'I don't feel good' mean 'I got beat up' peter?

12:17pm
Ava
Peter if you don't answer me I swear to god I will skip class and march myself over to ur house right now

Peter
You'll get in trouble if you skip
And u don't know where I live
So I'd like to see you try

Ava
Not as much trouble as you'll be in if you don't explain shit now
And Sam or Luke will take me

Luke
She not wrong

Sam
^

Peter
I hate you all

Ava
Suck it

Sam
If u don't spill I'll spit in ur smoothie

Peter
I dare u
If u spit in my smoothie I won't help u with ur homework

Sam
Do it
No balls
And I have Ava to help me

12:25pm
Ava
You have five minutes till lunch is over
If you haven't explained in the next five minutes I will go to ur house
Don't test me

Luke
She packing her bag rn
No joke

Sam
u better spill Pete

Peter
Ok ok geeez
Flash and his friends might have roughed me up a bit this morning
But it's not that bad
I'm fine

Ava
Peter
Benjamin
Parker
I swear to god

Sam
u wouldn't have stayed home if u were 'fine'

Peter
Jesus guys
fine
They broke my board
Trashed some of my school work
Gave me a bloody nose
Couple of bruises on my stomach
And my cheek's a little swollen from a lucky hit
Happy?

Ava
No
I feel like ur lying

Peter
What do u want from me
Go to class
I swear to god if ur not going to class rn
Ava
If any of you show up at my house I won't let you in

Sam
We know where the key is

Peter
No u don't
We change the place once a week
Suck it

Luke
Chill guys chill
We're going to class
But Ava is pretty mad
And Danny is upset cause he said we wouldn't let you get beat up, but you still did

Peter
It's fine
u can't be with me all the time
And it's seriously not that bad
I can handle it
I'll be good as new by monday

Luke
Can we come over after school?
To check in

Peter
If ur gunna interrogate me and force me to show u every itty bitty bruise then no
If ur gunna come over to see that I'm not gunna die from a few punches
And to give me schoolwork
Then yes

Sam
No promises

Peter
I swear to god
I will lock the doors and windows and not let you in

Luke
Jesus
Fine
We won't pester u bout it

Ava
But if ur lying I will beat u up myself

Peter
How comforting
Now put ur phone away before a teacher sees I know ur in class

Nobody sent anymore messages after that, so peter assumed they all put their phones away to either pay attention in class or to at least not get caught.

It was nice to know they cared, but gosh they made it difficult to hide the fact that he had a healing factor. It would be best if no one saw what injuries he had, so that he could just say it was nothing when they noticed he was fully healed after a day or two.

His aunt wouldn't be getting back until eight that evening, and even then she wouldn't mind him having friends over -he'd just have to make sure they don't tell her he got beat up if they're still there by the time she got back.

He'd also have to keep them in the living room so that they didn't freak about Gwen, who had happily made herself a comfortable looking burrow in her tank over the past few days.

By the time the four of them knocked on his door he'd finished cleaning his backpack and its contents, and finished redoing the assignments that had been ruined by his smoothie.

"Peter! Let us in!" He heard Sam yell through the door as he made his way down stairs, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"I can move slower if you want!" He called back, deciding to pause next to the armchair where he knew for a fact they could see him if they looked through the front window.

"Peter Parker if you don't open this door right now I will break it down." He heard Ava say, before giving the door either a sturdy kick or hit for good measure.

"I could call the police on you." He said with a laugh as he finally went and opened the door for them. "Breaking and entering and all that."

"Do it, no balls." Sam said as the four of them walked in.

"Okay, let me just go get my phone." Peter said as he closed the door behind them and moved to comfortably perch himself on the arm of the couch.

"We collected your homework for the day, if you want we can help you with it while we're here." Luke said as he passed a decently sized stack of papers over to peter, who set them down on the side table next to him.

"Nah, none of its really all that difficult, besides I'm a little ahead of the class, I should be fine." Peter said, "but thanks though."

"Speaking of being fine," Ava said as she moved to stand in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, "how are you doing?" She asked as she looked him up and down.

"I told you I'm just fine, they had to stop beating me up sooner than they probably would have liked to 'cause some persons dog started barking at the alleyway." Peter explained.

"Sure," Ava said, "any swelling?" She asked.

"Only on my cheek, but I iced it so it's gone down some." Luckily the bruising had almost vanished from his cheek and the swell had actually gone down, and his split lip was all healed up as well, so he didn't actually look too hurt.

"Sharp pains?"

"Just dull aches, like normal bruises."

"Dizziness or nausea?"

"Jesus what are you, my doctor?"

"I can and will strip you of your hoodie and shirt and check just how beat up you are myself."

"Geez calm down, I'm not dizzy or nauseous, and no headaches either."

Ava hummed softly, and looked him up and down a few more times before nodding and sitting down in the armchair adjacent to him.

"Fine, but if you're lying I'll beat you up myself," she said, "and if anything like this happens again you can call one of us okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Peter said with a mock salute, before turning to Danny. "Did they try anything to you?"

"They attempted," Danny said, from his seat on the far side of the couch from peter, "but I had Luke with me at the time so they backed off."

"Even though Danny could have beat them all up without me." Luke said.

"I still appreciated your presence." Danny said, "and I'm glad they didn't beat you up as bad as you had been anticipating, peter." He added.

"Nah, this is nothing compared to some of the other times," Peter said with a laugh.

"Dude, do I even want to know?" Sam asked.

"I'm not telling you even if you wanted to," peter said as he stood up from his seat, "Do you guys want cookies or something? We also have smoothies you'd probably like." He said as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Anything is fine-" Danny was cut off by an excited Sam perking up from his seat next to him, and asking "What kind of cookies?"

"Chocolate chip or sugar." Peter said with a laugh. "And we have a few fruit smoothies, and a couple more dessert like ones." He added as he peeked into the fridge. "Oh, and you can turn on the tv if you want, the remotes on the stand."

The rest of the afternoon was pretty relaxed after that. They ate cookies -well, peter didn't eat any of them- and had a couple smoothies as they flicked through the channels while playfully bickering on what to watch, before eventually deciding on some cooking show they could make fun off while they talked about random stuff and school.

Of course it had to be cut short though.

At 5:07pm the digital watches each of them had strapped to their wrists beeped in sync, and the attention of all four of them immediately snapped to look down at them.

"Ah, sorry Pete, I forgot that I need to be home soon to do, uh, homework or my mom'll have a fit," Sam said as he stood up from his spot.

"And both me and Danny live kinda far far, so we should get going too." Ava said as both she and Danny also stood up and began to gather up their things.

"Ava is correct, if we don't leave soon we will most likely be in trouble." Danny said as he gave peter a smile, "sorry for the abruptness."

"It's no problem," peter said as he waved off the apology, before turning to Luke , "I'm assuming you need to go as well?"

Luke chuckled awkwardly as he nodded, "Yeah, I promised my dad I'd help him make dinner, and if I'm not home by five thirty he'll probably burn the kitchen down." He said, "sorry." He added as he scooped his backpack up.

"Again, it's no problem, you guys don't need to apologize," peter said, "I'd be a hypocrite if I got upset with you guys for forgetting the time, seeing as I do that all the time." He added with a laugh as he got up as well.

The followed the four of hem to the door, and waved them goodbye as they started to walk out.

"Thanks for giving me my work and checking up on me, even though I'm fine." He said as he leaned against the doorway.

"We're glad you're okay, thank you for dealing with our worries." Danny called back.

"If anyone gives you trouble again just call me and I'll beat them up," Ava yelled back as well and she and the others made their way down the street -the opposite direction from where Sam was supposed to live Peter noted.

"I'll think about it." Peter called as he waved goodbye for a few more seconds, before heading back inside and closing the door behind him.

He had a small hunch he wanted to check...

Bingo.

Peter had gone back to the living room and switched the tv to the news, where he saw a reporter talking about how there was a armed robbery and hostage situation happing at a bank somewhere in the city. After a few minutes a group of four rookie heroes showed up and began to take care of the situation. White tiger, Iron fist, Nova, and Power-man had arrived on the scene and disappeared into the building.

Interesting...

-

May was going to kill him.
Well....
She'd kill him if she found out -which she hopefully wouldn't.

Peter had had a little itch on the back of his brain for a while now, a little wriggling thought that made itself know in the least ideal moments.

He should be doing something.

It been there ever since his uncle Ben had-
Yeah.

The need to do more, to help people, put himself out there and use his abilities to the fullest. An unreachable itch -until tonight.

His aunt had the night shift again, and wasn't coming back until 7am the next morning, so he'd be able to stay out for as long as he wanted.

He wasn't looking for a fight or anything -he was just making his way around to see if there was any trouble going on.

Which is how he ended up fending off a bunch of thugs that were assaulting an elderly man.

He had his hood over his head and his scarf covering most of his face, so he doubted any of them will be able to report him and try to make him look like the bad guy- which is good, because they ended up pretty beaten up by the time they finally decided to runaway.

He made sure the old man was okay, before giving him a bit of change to use a pay phone to call the police, before crawling up the wall of a building to get back up to the rooftops.

Things were pretty uneventful for a while -he saved a cat from a couple of stray dogs, helped a child find its father who'd lost it in the park- just doing little stuff.

It wasn't until 1am that he decided to head home -and was also unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, when he was interrupted again.

"You've been busy tonight."

Peter turned around, and he should have probably been more surprised to see the man with the eyepatch, but in all honesty he was kind of hoping he would turn up.

"Not really," peter said, "just wandering around a bit."

"Because helping people is just something people do while out on a stroll across the rooftops of New York."

"I mean it could be," peter said with a shrug. "Plenty of people help each other all the time."

"Usually helping someone doesn't mean stepping in and taking care of a group of thugs all on your own."

"Hey, it was an old man against like, six guys, would you want me to ignore that?"

"No, which is why I'd like to talk to you." He said. "I thought you weren't into the hero thing?" He said as he cocked an eyebrow at peter.

"I...I've been thinking about it a bit lately," he said said slowly as he crossed her arms and glanced away, "if I have the ability to help people then I should."

"That's a good mentality for a hero." The man said with a nod. " and I can make you a hero, I can give you access to medical care, an actual suit, training, backup, real missions, gear, even a place to sleep and eat if you need it."

"Is that the offer you give everyone? or am I getting the deluxe version?"

"I can make you into an amazing hero kid, one that can help people, a hero like Captain America, or IronMan."

Now that was a big claim. Make someone like him as great as Cap or Ironman? Peter doubted it.

"How do I know this isn't just some trick to get me into your little pocket of hero's to use for your own gain?"

"You will have freedom, you won't belong to me or to shield, but you will be expected to come when called for." He said, "you will have training times, and have to do missions I give you, and maybe a few other small things, but for the most part you'll be able to work as you wish."

"...what about my secret ID? I don't want that to be common knowledge to anyone unless I tell them or it's an emergency." He said. The fewer people who could connect Peter Parker to his spider-
like abilities the better.

"You'll be able to keep your ID to yourself, we'll keep your name off your main file, but will have it on a backup. Aside from who you tell it will just be me knowing your name."

Peter hummed thoughtfully. "I guess I'll take you up on that offer -but I won't be signing any paperwork yet."

"Of course, legally we can't have you sign anything as a minor, yes I know you're a minor I'm not blind, without guardian consent -and I'm sure you don't want anyone in your civilian life knowing about this."

"Yeah, definitely not." Peter agreed with a nod, internally cringing at the thought of his aunt finding out about what he was going to be doing.

"I expected as much," the man said. "I should let you go for now, it's late and I'm sure you have things to do tomorrow." He said, "but take this- I'll contact you about the next time we will need to meet." He said as he held out a watch to peter. It looked like an Apple Watch -and very familiar one at that.

"Okay," peter said as he took the watch. "See you who knows when, Mr...?"

"Fury, director Fury."

"Alrighty then Fury -catch ya on the flip side." Peter said as he gave him a mock salute before jumping over the edge of the building and swinging away.

-

He got the message two days later.
He and may had recently finished eating dinner, and had both turned in for the night. Peter had just clicked his door shut when the watch he'd been keeping in his pocket beeped.

'Queens-Midtown tunnel. 10pm. In "suit".'

He could only assume that meant tonight was the night things officially got started. May should be asleep by then, so he should have any problems.
-
Any problems aside from it raining.

Yup, the night he was out running across rooftops and swinging around was the night it decided to rain. Lovely.

He managed to get to the spot though, and found Fury standing on a rooftop nearby, seemingly not caring about the rain.

"About time you showed up," he said as Peter landed on the roof in front of him. "Let's head up and I can introduce you to the team you'll be working with."

"Hold up, you didn't say anything about working with a team." Peter said as he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Don't worry, they're your age so they have no legally binding connections to S.H.I.E.L.D or to me," Fury said, "and I'm sure you have a hunch already as to who they are." He added, shooting Peter a look. "Now if you don't mind -I'd appreciate getting out of this rain."
-
It was kind of cool inside the helicarrier, in a star wars spaceship but not as cool kind of way.
Everything was steel, sleek, and simple -yet also quite advanced and high tech if the amount of unrecognizable technology was to say anything -were those holograms?

Fury lead him down a plain hallway, each of the doors locked with passcodes instead of doorknobs and locks, and not a window in sight.

"Fancy place you get here -it's shiny."

"We'll be discussing the exact terms and conditions for our arrangement with you at a later date -along with coming up with a coverup for your family." Fury said, apparently ignoring peters previous statement as they stopped in front of a door, "for now I'd like you to meet the team." He said, before punching in a code and unlocking the door.

The inside of the room was plain and spacious with a large window on the far wall looking out at the world bellow.
There was next to no furniture either, only a long table surrounded by chairs really -so peter thought it safe to assume it was a simple meeting room.

Seated at said table were four rookie heroes.
White Tiger.
PowerMan
Iron Fist
And Nova.

All four looked up when the door opened, and Peter wasn't surprised when Sam yanked off his helmet and grinned at him smugly.

"Hey Peter, fancy meeting you here."

"I knew it."

And ta-da
Another chapter
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