Peter lived in Queens all his life, or at least, as long as he could remember. He'd like to say that he was familiar with all, if not, most streets here; could give directions like a pro. He knew practically everyone you'd want to know.

That's why his newly moved in neighbor gave him weird vibes, like a chill running down his spine.

Mr. Neighbor, as Peter had taken to calling him, was reaaaaally weird. Sometimes, Peter would spy a lot of people coming in and out of the apartment. It's not like Peter wanted the guy to live in misery and be alone forever but the amount of shady looking guys was just getting out of hand, you know?

Anyways, Peter thinks maybe he was what that one kid in school, Flash, kept talking about. What did he call it again? Drug addict? He didn't really remember. What he did remember was gasping at the word because Peter was 10 and isn't addict a bad word? Peter thought so, anyway. May would always stop him when he said things like 'that guy is addict-'. Something about respect and not saying bad words? Peter didn't get it but maybe it was just a grown up thing?

He was just really weird.

Plus, he had a chihuahua. Everyone knew that chihuahuas were just tiny demons.

It didn't sit right with him.

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It was official. Mr. Neighbor was a criminal.

Why you ask?

Well, Peter somehow ended up in an abandoned building somewhere near his apartment after he was running away from his bullies. Honestly, Flash should really get a - what did Uncle Ben call it? - chill pill? Yeah. That's what he needs.

Peter didn't really understand why Flash got offended but maybe it was just some puberty thing? He did say that he was starting to grow a really big mustache, not that Peter could see it. Something about only being able to be seen if you yourself had a moustache? Maybe, it's like fight club? No one talks about fight club and all that.

Anyways, he somehow got himself into a... situation?

Well, he was currently trying to not breathe too much because Mr. Neighbor was currently being reaaaally shady and like offering some guy something called vibranium? It was really weird. At first, Peter thought that Mr. Neighbor was also delusional on top of being really weird because Peter knew that there wasn't anything called vibranium on the table of elements. He knew it by heart, after all. Lord, pick a struggle.

But after surfing the internet, Peter stumbled on a blog that had a post from really long ago. It said vibranium could only be found in a country called Wakanda. Then, he started searching about Wakanda, but it was a third-world country at best.

Well, that's what he thought at first.

See, Peter wasn't dumb.

In fact, one could argue that he was a genius.

Peter had learned hacking as a little pastime so that he could hack his uncle's radio to tell him to come home for dinner after that one time he stayed at the precinct really late and missed dinner.

Needless to say, that conversation was a big eye opener for the Parkers.

They learned that not only can their nephew somehow learn and understand code, he had the willpower to study it for a solid six months just to spite his uncle.

Let it be said that no matter what age, Peter Parker was a little shit.

Anyways, Peter tried to hack into their government protocols but surprisingly, they ran on a code that was basically impenetrable.

But who was Peter Parker if not a surprisingly stubborn little kid who really, really wanted his neighbor to stop being weird?

It took him a good three months to really understand the code and get into the servers, but he got there.

Now all he had to do was leave a message.

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18:54 | Queens, NY, USA | Peter Benjamin Parker

Good afternoon, Mr. King T'chaka, sir. This is Peter Parker. I'm 10 and I live in Queens. I'm sending a message to let you know that I have a neighbor who is really, really weird and I don't like him. He has a dog. It's really mean and tries to scare the cats away and he just lets him! He's really evil, Mr. T'chaka, your majesty, sir. Also, I think he's been selling something called Vibranium out for a few months now? I don't really know who he is cause his name is hard to pronounce and even if I don't like him, I don't want to mispronounce his name cause it's disrespectful, you know? Anyways, please come get him and never let him come back. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Peter Benjamin Parker.

P.S. Take the dog with you.

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Okoye had been working as Princess Shuri's personal guard for a few months now. It's safe to say that the girl was... eccentric.

An unparalleled genius, she brought Wakanda technology to a new high, surpassing the ancestors easily. As an 11-year-old, it was kind of freaky but Okoye supposed that there isn't really anything she could do about it, not that she'd want to.

Still, even after the months working with Shuri, she still sweatdropped at the cackling the princess was doing in her lab.

Walking in, Okoye opened her mouth to ask her why she was cackling, only to freeze in shock when she found the little genius girl having a video chat with a white boy, the two roaring with laughter.

One should know that Shuri didn't like talking to people, especially people her age, saying that they were too dumb for her liking. As such, seeing the girl talk with a boy that looked to be her age or even younger with such a happy expression made her soften a little.

Genius or not, it was lonely being at the top of the world.

She'd give the princess time to talk with her friend and question her later.

For now, she'd quietly stand by the door, making sure the girl wouldn't be taken advantage of.

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"Father, I have made a new friend."

Sitting on the throne, King T'chaka looked at his daughter curiously. As a rule of thumb, he had learned to accept that this daughter of his was a really weird child, much more boisterous and excitable than most children her age. Of course, that could be a result of her overactive, genius brain. Nonetheless, he'd never seen her as happy as she was now.

So, she had found herself a friend, huh?

Maybe it was someone from the other tribes. He did hear that one of their daughters was well-spoken. Shuri probably bumped into them during the monthly meeti-

"He's from America!"

What.

Amer- what?!

Jolting on his throne, T'chaka would have spit out his drink if not for his fast reaction. How did his daughter meet someone all the way in America?!

Carefully framing his words, as not to alert his daughter of his apprehension, he said, "and how did you meet this friend, Shuri?"

"He hacked into my servers and left a message saying he had a neighbor who was stealing vibranium but that isn't important. What is important is that he's a genius too!"

Oh, ok so it was another geni- wait a minute! Did she just say that someone was stealing vibranium?

"Shuri, what did he say about the vibranium?"

"Oh, I have a copy of the message, let me show you!" Moving her hand, she shoved the tablet in his face, showing a copy of the message sent by one Peter Parker.

Reading through it quickly, it was obvious that the sender was a child who apparently was a spiteful little shit. He snitched on the guy because he had a mean dog? Seriously? Figures it was this type of child that Shuri liked to befriend.

Nevertheless, he had to make sure that she was safe and that this Peter Parker wasn't secretly some old guy baiting children. Subtly catching Okoye's eye behind Shuri's back, he tilted his head in question, asking whether this message was legitimate.

In response, Okoye gave him a slow nod. She had looked into him the moment Shuri informed him of his name.

Peter Benjamin Parker. An orphan who lived with his aunt and uncle in Queens and was a little genius. They did have a neighbor who just moved in with a chihuahua and everyone knew that chihuahuas were bastards, so it all checked out.

Of course, she didn't base this entirely off of the chihuahua. She did look at records and did some definitely illegal hacking, but the dog was the clincher.

She caught Peter on the CCTVs staring at the dog disdainfully after it had chased off a few stray cats that came to get some affection. It was obvious the child didn't like the dog.

Plus, he seemed like a good kid.

Reassured, T'chaka leaned back on his chair. He'd have to look into this information. Wakanda was not ready for the world to realize its existence as of yet. If this dealer was legitimate, it would be a problem. Quickly making a decision, T'chaka turned to his daughter. "What do you say we visit him in Queens in a few days?"

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It turned out that the kid was, in fact, spot on. The guy did sell vibranium and it wasn't just a few ten grams or so too. He sold it in bulk and to multiple weapon makers. They had caught him in the middle of a 'transaction' and was able to resolve it quietly in a few days.

Meanwhile, they had visited the Parkers in their home in Queens when everything was resolved. T'chaka had to admit, Peter was a really, really cute kid. Had he not known that Peter snitched on his neighbor for having a bastard dog, he'd have thought that the kid could do no wrong.

Which... he probably couldn't.

They had appeared out of nowhere, simply knocking on the door to their apartment. Peter had opened the door curiously, peered out at them, closed the door in their face then promptly hyperventilated, based on the sounds he made through the door.

After an awkward minute, his aunt, May he recalled, opened the door, took one look at them and said, "He befriended you all, didn't he?"

It appeared that Peter picking up strays was a common occurrence in the Parker household and despite the lack of fancy furniture or the very distinct difference between their backgrounds, the royal family of Wakanda mixed in with the Parkers seamlessly, almost as if they were always there.

Seeing his normally withdrawn and closed off daughter talk circles around the other child, T'chaka couldn't help but smile softly. He was happy she had found herself a friend who could keep her on her toes.

Turning to the aunt and uncle who were surprisingly calm about this, he opened his mouth to make introductions.

Their found family started there.

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A year later, Peter Parker was a common fixture in Wakanda and Shuri and T'challa in Queens. The relationship between the two families only strengthened with time, the adults bonding over the shared stress of raising a child who was smarter than themselves.

T'challa had taken to acting as Peter and Shuri's big brother slash mom friend. Peter and Shuri had become practically siblings. All three called each other brother and sister, treating each other like family.

Ned and MJ were a newer addition. Ned was another 'stray' that Peter brought home, finding him being bullied in the park. MJ was just... there.

The two weren't geniuses like Peter and Shuri were but they were both intelligent in their own right, excelling in IT and journalism respectively.

The four became as thick as thieves. They had the type of group dynamic that couldn't really be contained. They'd probably take over the world if left to their own devices, really. So, they had decided to build them a little place.

At first, their 'base of operations' was the little shed in the backyard but that couldn't really hold up to the sheer destructiveness of Peter and Shuri. So, they made them an underground lab which was accessed via the shed. One would think it was excessive but the cost of rebuilding the shed was piling up. They had to replace it probably every other week when Peter and Shuri got together. So, really, it was probably for the best.

As such, the Parker household, though from the outside looked as normal as can be, was a high-tech heaven. It was normally used for the odd random invention or a redesign of the Black Panther suit. However, it was never really used to its full potential until three years later when Peter was fourteen.

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Peter walked into his room after their field trip to Oscorp shuddering and flinching every minute or so. He had been surrounded by spiders and some had crawled on him, leaving a lingering feeling of disgust and fear.

Scrubbing himself red, Peter changed into his pajamas, forgoing the usual dinner because he was exhausted, and collapsed on his covers.

He wasn't feeling too well but hopefully, the feeling would subside the next day after he stopped thinking of the spiders crawling all over him.

Hint: it didn't.

In fact, it got worse.

He was feverish and could barely bring himself to come down for breakfast the next morning. May and Ben were so worked up by it that they were debating whether to send him to the hospital. They weren't really overreacting either. May, being a nurse, had taken to checking up on her nephew before leaving every morning because she had to work early shifts that usually lasted to the evenings, effectively limiting her time with Peter.

Imagine her surprise when she found Peter, tangled up in his blankets as usual but sweating like a pig.

Peter had groaned and moaned the whole time, feeling everything dialed up to high heavens. It was like the world decided to fuck with him and give him a migraine every time he opened his eyes. Both had promptly dissolved into panic but, it was Ben who got them in control and decided to send him to the hospital the next morning if he didn't get better.

That night, the couple slept restlessly, both worried about their nephew.

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May woke up to a scream in Peter's room. Ben had been called out to cover a shift since his colleague got injured out on a routine patrol in the area. As such, it was up to her to check up on Peter every now and then.

Scrambling to put on proper clothes, May rushed to her nephew's room only to find him stuck. In the ceiling. He was just. Stuck there, screaming to high heavens. "Peter, why are you on the ceiling!?"

"I don't know, Aunt May! I got startled and I jumped but surprisingly I jumped to the ceiling and now I'm stuck! What do I do?!"

"I don't know!"

"What?! You're the adult here!"

"And you're the genius! Sticking to the ceiling was not in the parenting books we bought!"

Getting worked up by her nephew who was still sticking to the ceiling, May quickly remembered to calm down. They weren't going to be able to resolve anything if they were panicking, after all.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "Peter, I need you to take a deep breath with me. Alright, bud? We'll... we'll figure this out, okay?"

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"So, you got bitten by multiple spiders and decided not to tell us?!"

"To be fair, I had no idea I was going to BECOME A SPIDER!?"

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"We need to tell T'chaka. They'd probably have a better idea on what to do."

"That... that's fair."

"Now, the question is... who's gonna tell your uncle Ben?"

Comparing the risks of telling Ben and Shuri about his... situation, Peter found that he'd rather face Shuri's pissed off morning mood than Ben's inevitable freak out. Turning to Aunt May, he said, "I'll talk to Shuri, you talk to Ben, deal?"

Sighing, May steeled herself for the inevitable freak out session they'd have that evening. "Deal."

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"Shuri, I'm a spider now."

"Peter, are you high?"

"No, I'm sticking, see?"

"PETER, HOW ARE YOU WALKING ON WALLS?!"

"I think Mr. Osborne might have a chihuahua..."

"Peter, for the last time, just because someone is shady does NOT mean that they would have a chihuahua."

"But it's the perfect evil villain sidekick! It just sits there and acts tough. The little bastard."

Watching her best friend pace on the fucking WALL, Shuri decided she wasn't awake enough for this. Running her hand through her messy morning bedhead, Shuri whispers, softly but with feeling. "Peter, what the fuck."

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"You're going to Wakanda."

"What."

"You're coming here. To Wakanda."

"What."

"Father already gave his approval. I have no fucking clue about why you became a spider, but we need to make sure you'd be able to handle everything that comes with it."

Sighing, Peter tries to run his hand through his hair but realizes that his hand was sticking to his hair instead.

Groaning from frustration, Peter prayed for peace. This was going to be a process.

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"So, your senses are dialed all the way up so we'd need to find a way to dampen sound and give you glasses to make sure you don't get sensory overload."

Tapping her tablet, Shuri walked towards her best friend who looked utterly done with his life.

Looking at her, Peter numbly said. "Yep. Yesire, let's do... let's do that."

"You're just going with it, aren't you?"

"Yes, but give me a break! I'm a fucking spider!"

"At least you don't shoot webs out of your butt?"

Shuddering at the thought, Peter imagines himself making a web out of his butt. Ugh. Not a good visual. This was as lucky as he got, he guessed, stupid parker luck. Mentally patting himself, he turned to the hologram beside him. "Let's do that."

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'Hello, is this a... May Parker?'

May had hoped she'd never hear a call like this. Every night she prayed that she'd never get a call like this, with a woman on the line asking for her.

Ben was dead.

He was shot down by a thief that morning as he went to stop him from firing at a pregnant woman.

Her husband is dead, and she didn't know what to do.

"May, who was that?"

Turning to her sweet, sweet nephew, who looked at Ben the same way he looked at scientists like Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, May didn't know what to say.

How was she going to tell Peter that the person he adored most, his uncle Ben, was killed?

Holding back tears, she sat down on their (three-person) couch with a heavy sigh. "Pete, I need you to sit down for this, okay hun?"

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Ben was dead.

Peter had been numbly going through the motions for the past few days, drowning in his grief and guilt.

Ben was dead. He had been protecting someone, and he was dead.

He didn't know what to think.

Objectively, Peter knew that this was part of the job as a police officer. They risked their lives every day. It wasn't something one would expect to happen, but it was always a possibility. Sure, the percentage was low, but it was never zero.

Still, he couldn't help but think whether he could have done something. If he was strong enough to use his spider powers, would Ben still be alive? He heard about someone planning a burglary last night as he was finishing up for the night. If he said something about it, would Ben still be alive?

Peter didn't know.

For the first time in his life, Peter didn't know something, and he wasn't in a hurry to find out the answer.

Instead, he sank to the floor of his room, hugging a bear that Ben had given him close, and started sobbing, wailing really.

Maybe it was because he was sobbing loudly and he didn't know when she came but May had appeared too, sank to the floor right beside him and cried. Haggard and tired, obviously grief-stricken, and hugging him close, saying nothing.

She had sobbed for Ben, for what could have been and, based on the look in Peter's eyes, what will be.

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"I want to go out and fight crime."

Hearing the words she had been expecting for the past few days, May looked at her nephew who looked resolute and decisive. Back straight, shoulders back, as if waiting for a rebuke, a rebuttal. But how could she?

She had seen Peter sink into grief, drown himself in guilt and what-if scenarios that she just knew were running non-stop in his head? How could she say no when this was Peter's coping mechanism, a way to let the guilt go?

Despite what anyone thought, May was perceptive. She knew that Peter slept later and later every day, obviously hearing the sounds of crime, screams, pleads throughout the night.

She knew that Peter tried his best to hide it from them, but it was starting to wear him down.

So, if this was what he wanted to do... she'd support him.

After all, she was his aunt and knew her nephew best. If she didn't support him on this, he'd sneak out on his own. She'd rather she knew everything that was going on than live in blissful ignorance. But she had to have rules, of course.

She would only allow him to do this if he had anything and everything that could possibly protect himself at his disposal. She'd have to talk to T'chaka soon.

Reassuring her nervous nephew, May hugged him tightly. "I know what you're thinking. I'm not happy with this decision but if this is what you want, I'll support you."

Shocked at her easy acceptance, Peter jumped up to celebrate only to be cut off. "But I will only support you if you have a good team behind you, understand Pete? You gotta talk to T'chaka and Shuri. We'll get you started."

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"He'd need to learn how to fight, and we could make him a vibranium suit. I'm sure that Peter already made himself an AI since it's in his expertise, but we need to adjust it for crime-fighting purposes."

King T'chaka was surprisingly supportive of Peter's plan. May had probably talked to him extensively about it before his arrival. Peter was spending the summer at Wakanda to learn how to fight from Okoye and T'challa. Something he was really excited about.

He wasn't fighting crime like he was expecting to just yet, but he understood why May asked this of him. They had just lost Ben, after all. She wanted to minimize every possible situation as much as possible. Peter owed her at least that much.

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His suit was really, really dope.

Peter had asked Shuri to make something red and blue, the colors that reminded him of his uncle, Ben, and have a web pattern to fit the aesthetic. It was made of the same materials that she used for the T'chaka and T'challa's black panther suit and was built specifically to fit his abilities.

He loved it.

Patrolling was a new experience for him. For the first time since that field trip, Peter slept soundly, content in the knowledge that he was doing something.

It may not be fighting aliens like the Avengers but that wasn't what he wanted to do anyway.

He wanted to save the people around him, those that he heard vividly at night. A friendly neighborhood spider-man.

It made him feel alive.

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"Peter," Shuri's voice crackled on the phone, distorted by faint sobbing and the phone connection. King T'chaka died that morning, the footage online. He had received the new almost immediately and couldn't help himself when he saw the video, despite the knowledge that this would make him sink further into numbness.

It had been a year and a half since he started working as Spider-man. As such, he had bonded with the older man, often training with him and T'challa when he visited their country. He wasn't Peter's dad, but he was pretty damn close.

And now, just like his father, and uncle Ben, he had lost another father figure again.

He didn't know what to feel about it.

"Peter," Shuri repeated, knowing fully well that Peter had the habit of zoning out when he didn't know how to deal with his emotions. "I know this is asking a lot of you, but I need a favor. My brother was there, at the UN. I heard he was in that same room as it. You know as well as I do that T'challa would act impulsively and probably act out in revenge. I'm stuck here at Wakanda, helping mother with handling the tribes and mourning rites. Please," voice shaking, Shuri begged her brother in all but blood. "I need you to go there and help him through it. Only you can do it."

And boy, did Peter know.

King T'chaka and T'challa were people that Peter considered family.

T'chaka was a big believer in legality, wanting to make sure that people like him and Peter had rights as mutants. He had spearheaded the Accords together with the UN, putting as much as possible into it, dedicating himself to it.

How could Peter sit back and watch when he knew full well that his brother would act out in the name of their father?

Peter was numb, drowning in grief but he did know that everyone needed a hero.

For him, it was May, who had patiently helped him through the grief of losing Ben.

Now, he would have to be T'challa's hero. Not Spider-man, but Peter Parker.

Mentally preparing himself for the conversation, Peter replied into the phone. "Send me a ship. I'll do what I can."

Hearing a relieved sigh, Shuri's shaking voice echoed through his room. "Thank you, brother."

Nodding despite not being able to be seen, Peter replied. "Of course."

"I'll let you go. The ship has an ETA of 5 minutes. Mother talked to Aunt May, Ned and MJ will cover for you at Midtown. You best get ready."

"I hear you," waiting for a split second, Peter hurriedly called out. "Oh, and Shuri?"

"Yeah."

"You take care of yourself too, sister."

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"He killed him!" T'challa spit out, venom and insurmountable grief in his voice. Softer, he repeated. "He killed dad, Pete."

Staring at his brother, shoulders slumped in defeat, eyes filled with sorrow and grief, voice hoarse, eyes red from tears, Peter couldn't help but try and move closer.

"T'challa," placing his hand on his brother's shoulder, he said more firmly. "Brother," Finally gaining T'challa's full attention, Peter said softly. "This isn't what King T'chaka would want. You know better than I do how much your father wanted the accords to succeed. Chasing after Barnes now, when there is no irrefutable proof, would be a step back. Put him on trial."

Staring into his brother's grief-filled eyes, Peter said firmly. "You deserve the closure of a trial. It is the least that the king deserves."

Not saying a word, T'challa stared at his brother's eyes, he saw no uncertainty, only support, validation and... grief; well-hidden but present.

Of course.

In all the grief and hatred that had clouded T'challa's mind these past few days, he had never stopped to look around, to check on the people around him.

He wasn't the only one who lost his father.

His country lost their king. His mother lost her husband. Shuri was his sister. Of course, she would be grief-stricken too. And Peter...

It had been years since he first met Peter Parker, the genius kid turned spider superhero.

In turn, it had also been years since Peter met their family.

Of course, Peter had taken Wakanda's royal family and close guards as his family too.

He wasn't the only one who lost a father.

Peter had lost a father figure too.

Yet, here he was, in a hotel room after an early morning flight right after a long day of school and patrol, comforting T'challa and hiding his grief expertly.

How could T'challa not be ashamed? He was the older one, the one who was supposed to give Peter and Shuri his support. Yet here he was, drowning in grief and sorrow in a dirty hotel room.

God, how pathetic.

He was going to do better.

That started here.

Voice thick, he answered his brother. "Alright, Pete. We'll do as you say."

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Idly tapping his fingers on the table, Peter waited for the hacking application Shuri sent to load. He was hacking into the SHIELD/HYDRA database that Captain America uploaded to the internet a few years ago. He was looking for the files on Barnes and anything that could give him an idea on HYDRA. Sure, he knew that Steve uploaded all the files online but even he knew that Steve Rogers was a man with an agenda.

It was weird that there was nothing on the Winter Soldier when he uploaded. Almost as if it was... deleted before the uploading.

Normally, he'd be able to hack it on his own but that would take a day or two and they didn't have that kind of time. So, he'd have to settle for this instead.

Making a whoop at the 100% on his screen, Peter quickly parsed through the files.

SHIELD... SHIELD... some weird AI thing, he'd have to initiate the anti-virus protocol... and here it is, HYDRA.

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Oh.

Ohhh. This was bad.

This was very, very bad.

Apparently, the winter soldiers, as in PLURAL, were brainwashed and controlled via some words in a red book and there were some soldiers left in a hidden HYDRA base in Siberia.

Fuck, Peter cursed silently. This was a disaster in itself.

So this guy, Zemo, should have the book and was probably on his way to Siberia. They'd have to intercept him as much as possible and arrest the asshole before things went to shit.

Honestly, Peter didn't know what to do.

The spy, Natasha Romanoff, had asked T'challa, and by extension, Spider-man, for help with the arrest of the people on Captain America's side. It was something Peter agreed with, seeing as he supported the Accords too. The problem was, if he went to Leipzig, they probably would be too late for Siberia.

He was at an impasse.

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"You could go to Siberia with Okoye, and I'll go to Leipzig with Iron Man and the rest of the Dora Milaje. It would probably work out fine."

Opening his mouth to protest, Peter knew that Captain America wasn't an easy foe. The man was literally famed for his fighting prowess. Going separately may be detrimental to T'challa.

"Peter, do you trust me?"

Surprised by the question, Peter looked to his brother who was standing behind him decked out in his gear. (The gear that wasn't supposed to see light for the next five years.)

"Of course, I trust you. What kind of question is that?"

Putting his hand on Peter's shoulder, T'challa said seriously, "Then trust your brother to handle his side of the problem, alright? We need to split up for this but it's not like both of us are weak. We've trained with each other for a while now. You'd be able to handle this."

Looking to his brother who looked more composed than when he found him two days ago, Peter realized that he was right.

T'challa was strong in his own right and Peter had been working as Spider-man for a year and a half, fighting opponents like the green goblin and the rhino.

They were strong too.

"Alright, I'll entrust this to you."

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Arriving at Siberia, Okoye took the air in.

The white stretched out for miles and miles, covered in snow. They had seen Zemo go into the bunker via CCTV cameras for what would be 30 mins earlier than them now. They were arriving late due to some complications in the air.

Hopefully, 30 minutes wasn't enough time to activate the soldiers.

Psyching herself up to the task, Okoye stepped into the bunker, closely followed by Peter. Readying herself for the fight, she turned the corner.

Only to find the other winter soldiers... dead. Shot with a singular bullet through the head.

Turning to the stupefied Peter who had gotten pale at the sight before him, Okoye inspected each person and said, "They're dead."

Gathering his bearings, Peter looked around the place. "We need to find Zemo. If we're fast enough, we could probably arrive in time for the discussion at the airpo-"

"Why is it you?"

Looking to the source of the new voice, Peter turned to meet Baron Zemo who was paling at the sight of two people who decidedly weren't Avengers, he repeated himself. "Why is it you?"

Hands on his webshooters, ready for a fight, Peter replied, "We nearly went after the wrong man because of you. I'll give you the choice now. Surrender."

Scoffing at the Spider-themed hero, Zemo couldn't believe this guy. He heard about this hero or shall he say, vigilante. He was wet behind the ears, not even two years into his hero career yet. "Why would I surrender when I haven't reached my goal as of yet, hm?"

Shooting a web with practiced ease right at Zemo's hands, Peter quickly got ahold of him, shocking the man with his skill. "Well, I gave you the option, anyways." Securing him into handcuffs, sure that he would no longer escape, Peter began reciting the Miranda rights.

Eyes widening at the act, Zemo asked. "You're reading me my rights?"

Tilting his head slightly, Peter didn't understand why it was so surprising.

Spider-man had been working with the police since forever, given special powers to arrest criminals and as such, had to read them their rights just to be sure. "Of course, I'm reading you your rights. I'm arresting you, why wouldn't I read them?"

Scrutinizing the hero, Zemo merely looked away. "The Avengers don't."

"Well, I'm no Avenger, am I? I'm just the friendly neighborhood Spider-man. Now, get in. I have a discussion to catch."

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Peter was seething. No, he was legitimately furious.

He and Okoye had arrived at the airport only to be met with absolute chaos. He had been under the impression that the Avengers were here as a neutral ground to talk openly about their opinions on the Accords.

But what was he met with?

He was met with a man turning gigantic and fighting against Iron Man and War Machine. Quickly webbing the man's feet to make him fall, Peter landed on the airport tarmac. Quickly turning on his com, Peter said, "T'challa, I thought this was a discussion?!"

Hearing the grunts on the other end, it was obvious that T'challa was in the middle of a fight. "I... thought so... too... they just came on us and didn't... listen to anything... Tony said."

Cursing, Peter looked at the multiple people running towards the quinjet, the huge guy breaking the FUCKING AIRPLANE, and the guy who just casually told T'challa "I'm Clint." As if they weren't acting like fucking children.

He'd have to resolve this. Quickly. Before they did any more damage.

Quickly webbing everyone up, Peter collected the Avengers like toys in his Happy meal and travelled towards hanger 5. Hearing them all protest, Peter turned to them and webbed them to the ceiling.

"No, you guys are going to shut up and listen. You're all acting like children! I've read the accords. Top to bottom, left to right, whatever."

Turning to the man decked out in Blue, he said, "I understand where you're coming from Mr. Rogers but there also happens to be a bunch of words at the end of the last section that states that it is open to amendments. Did you even bother to read the damn thing?"

"Look, I'm a vigilante. Fighting for the little guy is what I do. I've seen fear on people's faces. You know what that looks like, Mr. Rogers? It's what the people you killed when you decided that a high-speed car chase was necessary looked like right before you killed them.

I fought someone once. He went by green goblin, and he was insane; loved to cause havoc and do things the way he wanted. You know who he reminds me of right now? You. All of you. You're heroes and, once upon a time, I thought that was synonymous with justice. But look at you! All of you!"

Seeing the heroes flinch at his tone, Peter continued, ripping into them savagely. "When you have a disagreement with each other, you go out, become terrorists and cause destruction without thought on the consequences. That's what the accords are for! Without consequences, all you'll be is a glorified villain. You say justice is best left in your hands and not the governments'. Why, then, are there casualties everywhere you go?"

Seeing Rogers about to protest, Peter held up his hand, glaring him down. "Don't give me the we can't save everyone bullshit. The whole reason you're here is because you want to save your best friend! Newsflash, heroes. Don't. get. To. Choose. Who. They. Save. You save him yet you kill others? You threw a man off of his own motorcycle and threw him into oncoming traffic! Do you really expect, after all that you did, that the world is going to let you walk away without consequences?"

"The Accords are there not just to safeguard the public but also to safeguard the people like me; like us. Don't think that all of you are so special that you all are the only people with superpowers. There are mutants in practically every part of the globe and because of your actions, they have to resort into going into hiding! Not everyone has a brand to fall back on!"

"Now, I am going to place you on the ground in a circle and everyone is going to talk about it like adults. Capische?"

Looking around at the silent adults who looked like children being reprimanded by their parent, Peter sighed slightly. "Thought so. I know the Accords has a long way to go but you can't correct something if you don't make the effort. So, we are going to discuss what exactly you don't want about it and we'll go from there. Understand?"

Seeing them nod sheepishly, Peter lowered them onto the ground safely. At least, they didn't become full-fledged terrorists and get chihuahuas. God knew how much he hated the damn things. Looking at the watch on the display in his mask, he sighed tiredly. This was going to be a long discussion.