Happy New Years!

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"May?"

A sound of crashing dishes, and May emerged from around the corner, wiping her hands on a towel. "Hey!"

He leaned into the hug willingly, smiling softly. "Hey May."

"I want to hear everything," she stated. "Everything. All the juicy details. Go."

"There are literally no juicy details." Peter shrugged lightly, a faint flush covering his cheeks. "He'll either be there tomorrow or he won't."

"Not what I meant, kiddo." May pulled him over to the couch, dropping down after him. "I mean I want to know all about the conference. I mean, you can tell me about your boyfriend too, but-"

"Not my boyfriend."

"Not yet."

"Seriously, May?"

Giving an innocent smile, his aunt leaned into the cushion. "Baby, I live vicariously through you and Pepper. Spill."

"What, you didn't hear everything from dad?"

"No, surprisingly." May pursed her lips. "He hasn't answered any of my calls, I think he's afraid I'd chew him out for daring to take you to Germany when this was happening."

"I mean, he didn't-"

"If you say he didn't know, I will stuff this sock in your mouth," she said, only half jokingly, fishing an old piece of fabric from between the couch cushions. "He had to have known at least something. I've always let him get off easy, on more than I should've. But he's walking a mighty thin line."

Peter shrugged one shoulder. "He's doing the best he can with this. Don't be too hard on him."

May gave him a critical stare. "I thought you were pretty mad at him."

"Eh. We're at a truce for now. Still stuff we need to talk about, but we're good at the moment."

"Hm." May pulled him into another hug. "I got called in for another shift, Amber had to call in, and they asked if I could take it. I'll be back in a few hours, I'm really sorry for this. I wanted to hear about everything, but I guess it will have to wait. Do you have- have you eaten? I can leave money for takeout-"

"I ate at Delmar's, May. I'm fine."

"Oh good. Have any homework?"

He thought of the many assignments he'd accumulated over the past week of absence, and sighed. "Yup."

"Mmhm. Missed work? You should go ahead and get started. There's chips in the cabinet, and I bought orange juice this morning."

"You're the best." Peter kissed her cheek as he stood, picking up his backpack. "Have a safe drive."

The minute she left, instead of working on the paperwork, he pulled out the suit from the bottom of his bag.

Patrol was the only thing that could clear his head at the moment, and he'd be back before May.

----

After an eventful patrol, and being completely out of it for the entirety, he made his way to the top of one of his regular haunts.

Dialling a number, he held the phone to his ear.

"You have reached the voicemail box of..."

"Happy Hogan."

"Hey, Happy!" Peter swung one foot over the open air. "Um, dad wanted me to check in when I was done with patrols, so here's my report for tonight. I stopped a, uh-" he laughed helplessly. "Grand theft bicycle. Couldn't find the owner, so I just left a note."

He paused for a minute, taping the railing absentmindedly. "Um... I helped this lost, old Dominican lady. She was really nice and bought me a churro. Tastes pretty good. You ever had a churro? Nevermind."

He laughed self-deprecatingly. "Kinda wondering if anything big was up, like any missions or anything. I dunno. I liked actually doing something that made... somewhat of a difference. I don't know. You really don't want to be listening to my rambling, do you? Who am I kidding, you're probably not going to listen to this. See you whenever. Bye."

Ending the call, he stared morosely at the blinking sign across the street. "Why would I tell him about the churro?"

A faint beeping interrupted his own question, and he glanced down to find a light blinking on his webshooters.

Web fluid low.

Peter ejected the cartridge quickly, fumbling the tiny cannister between his gloved fingers, and only managing to catch it when he was still ft anding sideways on the building.

Putting it back in his belt, he glanced around quickly, hoping no one saw his fumble.

Not even a minute later, he spotted four men entering a bank.

He listened carefully, holding his breath to hear what they were saying.

Small pieces of the hushed conversation drifted his way.

"-wait to see this thing, guys-"

"Finally," Peter crouched on the railing, watching them closely. "Something good."

-

"We can hit, like, five more places tonight."

Peter stepped through the door, making note of the guy who had just spoken.

Leaning against the wall in what seemed like a casual pose, he cleared his throat.. "What's up, guys? You forgot your PIN number?"

The four wannabe-bankrobbers turned, reveal that they were wearing Avengers knockoff masks.

"Whoa! You're the Avengers." Peter glanced between them, noting which ones held the weird looking weapons. "What are you guys doing here?"

One of the guns powered up, and Peter instantly webbed it, using it as a makeshift mace to hit the two men with Thor and Iron Man masks.

Hulk-mask-man threw himself into the fray, and Peter turned his attention on the ugly plastic, immediately shoving him into the wall, hard enough the something cracked.

Be it the wall or a head.

Oops.

He did the same with Thor-Mask, backing away quickly, keeping the others in his sight. "Thor. Hulk. Good to finally meet you guys. I thought you'd be more handsome in person."

He leapt onto the ceiling, going low against the surface to avoid the aimless punches that Iron Man Mask was throwing at him.

"Iron Man." He put on a patronizing tone. "What are you doing robbing a bank? You're a billionaire."

Hulk-Mask got in his eyeline with a weapon, and Peter dropped back down to the floor.

A tingling feeling raced over his shoulders,, and he dodged just in time to watch Iron Man Mask punch Hulk-Mask instead.

He realized his mistake in focusing on them when Captain America Mask aimed a glowing weapon at him.

Peter threw himself towards the man, but a suspended bubble of- something- held him in place.

"his feels so weird." He wanted to laugh at the way his voice was distorted, but at that instant he was slammed into the wall.

"What the f-" that sounded like a rib. "Is that thing?"

No answer except for the weightless feeling of being thrown again.

Several hard hits later, and he finally managed to get a grip on the floor, relying on his inherent stickiness to protect him from another throw.

"I'm starting to think you're not the Avengers!" He sent a web at the desk in the corner, launching it at his masked assailant.

It did the trick.

He was released, and dropped fully to the ground, giving an out of breath groan. "Alright guys, let's wrap this up. It's a school night."

He heaved himself to his feet just in time to kick Thor-Mask into a glass wall, sending cracks spreading across the entirety.

Iron Man Mask aimed the force field device again, but Peter webbed the device against the glass, landing on the man, with no regret..

Quickly checking under the mask, he frowned. "So, how do jerks like you get tech like this?"

Hulk-Mask aimed the metal cutting gun, and Peter shot to his feet, a half formed protest coming out. "No. Wait, wait-"

Pulling himself and the formerly masked robber out of the way, he watched in horror as the blast cut through the walls, Nd hit Delmar's store.

The deli/grocery burst into flames.

"Mr. Delmar," he breathed.

Forgetting about the attempted heist, he sprinted across the street, ducking inside the store.

"Hey, Mr. Delmar, you in there?" He looked around desperately. "Is anybody in here? Hello?"

Sporting the figure amidst the smoke, he ducked through rubble to pull the older man's arm over his shoulder.

Scooping up a small bundle, he half ran, half carried Mr Delmar outside.

Glancing back over at the bank,, he bit the inside of his cheek, angry at himself. "You've got to be-"

The small, ragged bundle in his arms started squirming, and he handed Murph over to Mr Delmar.

"Here," he said quietly, purposefully lowering his voice.

"Yeah," Delmar nodded dazedly. "Thanks

-

Petwr slid down a roof, cell phone in one hand. "Pick up pick up pick up-"

"This is the voicemail of Tony Stark. You should not have this number."

"Oh come on!" He pressed the third speed dial, swinging in the direction of the apartment.

""I swear, kid, if this is another churro thing I'm blocking you-"

"Happy, the craziest thing just happened to me." Peter dropped to a flat rooftop. "These guys were robbing an ATM with these high tech weapons-"

"Alright, take a breath, okay? I don't have time for ATM robberies..."

"Yeah, but-"

"...or the thoughtful notes you leave behind. I have moving day to worry about. Everything's gotta be out of here by next week.

Peter stopped his pacing, eyes wide. "What? Who's moving?"

"Tony sold Avengers Tower. We're relocating to a new facility upstate. Did Tony not talk to you about this?"

"No! He didn't! This is the first I've heard of any of this!" He ran a hand over his face. "What about me?"

"What about you?"

"What about me? You just told me that my dad is moving however far away, and you think this has nothing to do with me?"

"Just talk to your dad about this. I'm not the go between, I'm just supposed to make sure you stay away from trouble. I'm responsible for making sure you're responsible, okay?"

Peter dropped down into the alley he stashed his backpack in, glancing around tiredly. "I am responsible. I- Oh, crap. My backpack's gone."

"That... doesn't sound responsible."

"If I could give you a middle finger over the phone, I would."

Y'all, 2020 has not been my year, so I am GLAD it is over with.

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