Another car drove past, as peter made his way down the street. The sun had set a few minutes ago, leaving the sky a purply- yellow colour. Clouds littered the sky, an odd star here and there to illuminate it.

Music played through his headphones, one of his favourites (insert fav song). He hummed as he walked, a small skip in his step. It had been a pretty good day at school. As in, flash hadn't been as annoying as usual, he had gotten 100% on his recent science test

Well duh

And it was a Friday which meant he was spending the weekend with mr stark.

So all in all, it had been a pretty good day.

He had already sent a message to mr stark explaining he'd be slightly late, he wanted to go to delmars for a sandwich before he went to the tower.

Once he had got there, he instantly smelt the heavenly aroma of sandwiches.

"Ah peter, how are you?" The man at the counter explained.

"I'm good thanks mr delmar. How are you?"

"I'm doing great now that my favourite customer has arrived" peter gave him a lopsided grin, coming to the counter and grabbing a pack of gummy bears on the way.

"I'd like a n-"

"Number 5 coming right up"

"Don't forget t-"

"Squish it down real flat." He gave a knowing grin, winking before yelling the order back to the kitchen. I put the normal $5 on the counter, waiting for my sandwich.

Just as he put it down, my spider sense exploded. A chill rushed through me, rattling to the bone. I quickly spun around, and was met with a cold hard glare.

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Oh, and a gun.

"Everyone put your hands UP!" The man yelled, glancing around the sandwich shop. Luckily I was the only customer here, but mr delmar and two workers were still here.

They gasped, immediately putting their hands up.

"You too boy" he snarled, aiming the gun in my direction. I slowly put them up, glancing behind him to take in the 3 other men entered the shop.

"Um excuse me sir, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound innocent, with a hint of fear tainting my voice.

"Quiet child, if you don't want a bullet through your brain."

The men didn't seem very experienced, wearing the usual black ski masks, amateur weapons.

But they were still weapons.

And right now, Spider-Man couldn't do anything.

This was Peter Parker, the nerd who gets bullied by flash and doesn't stand up for himself.

The boy who's family all died, except for his aunt.

Weak little Peter Parker.

And he couldn't do anything.

"Come here" the voice knocked him out of his trance, slicing through the eerie silence.

"W-what?"

"I said come here boy. Don't make me use this" peter slowly walked to him, eyeing the gun.

This can't be good.

He was instantly grabbed by the gloved hands, turning him around so he faced the terrified mr delmar. His spider sense rushed through him again, and he felt the cool metal of the gun being pressed into the back of his head.

"Hand over the money." He simply stated.

"W-we don't have much cash, most of our customers use credit-"

"Hand. It. Over. Unless you want me to get the floor dirty with this kids blood." The criminal pulled his finger, and the sound of the safety clicking off filled the air. My spider sense was going off so loudly it was almost painful, pounding in the back of my head.

Mr delmar immediately tensed, and started digging around under the counter. After 2 minutes or so, he pulled up a tray, emptying the contents onto the counter.

"Please, take the money. Let pe- the kid go" I felt so useless. I could do something, yet I wasn't, and he was loosing his money because of me.

But I couldn't risk my identity, or mr delmar getting hurt. So all I could do, was stand and watch it happen.

Two of the guys in the background came forward, grabbing the money and pocketing what they could, throwing the rest into a bag.

"You have the money, please let the kid go." Mr delmar pleaded.

"You know what? Since you asked sooo nicely......." his eyes glinted something dangerous. "I think I'll keep him."

Everyone in the room looked surprised.

I was surprised.

"Boss, t-that wasn't the plan?" One of them whispered.

"It wasn't, but this has worked so well, why can't we keep doing it? With a kids life in our hands, we can get anything we want. We don't even have to rob small shops like this, we could do something bigger." He grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me towards him. Putting a firm grip on my hair, he pressed the gun against my back.

"And you. You call the cops on us, we'll shoot him where he stands. Got it?" The criminal addresses to the people in the shop. After he had made sure everyone wouldn't, he pulled my hair back harder, using the gun to push me forward.

"You scream kid, and you'll never scream again." I nodded, well, as much as I could with my hair pulled back, and slowly moved forward.

The barrel of the gun uncomfortably pushing into my back made me arch forward, making it harder to walk. As I was looking straight up, I didn't see the can on the ground, and tripped over it.

"Get up! Don't go causing more of a scene than you need too." He kicked me in the stomach, pulling my shirt up so I stood again.

"P-please sir, let me go" he responded by punching me in the face.

Hard.

Man that guy can hit.

I could feel blood running down my face, and I was pretty sure my nose was broken.

"Boss, are you sure about this? If we get caught now we won't just be charged for stealing, we'll have kidnapping and hurting a minor!"

"Calm down, I know what I'm doing."

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"On other news, the local sandwich shop delmars has been robbed, which happened just an hour ago-" the mechanic muted the t.v.

Where was that kid?

He couldn't say it was his first time being late to the tower, more than likely he saw an old lady having problems finding her café.

But there was still the nagging feeling.

What if he was hurt? What if he didn't like tony anymore. What if he was never comes back or he-

"Tony, I can hear you overthinking from here." Pepper mused, leaning against the wall. "What's wrong hun?"

"Nothing. Probably. It's just, Peters coming tonight and he's supposed to be here now and what if he's hurt and it's my fault oh gosh it's all my faul-"

"Geez tony calm down. You know him, probably saw a cat stuck in a tree or something and stopped to get it out." She comforted, moving to sit next to him on the couch. "Besides, didn't he say he'd be slightly late?"

"Well... yeah. But, it's been an hour since he said that. Slightly late should be half an hour tops."

"Says you Mr 'fashionably three hours late to an important meeting'." she said smugly.

"Pep, that's different. You see, peter actually wants to be her-"

"Tony!"

"I'm sorry. Your right. But..... it wouldn't hurt to call him..."

"Fine. Call him. Whatever. He's your intern." She got up, walking to the door again. "Just don't do anything irrational!"

"Irrational? Me? No way" I gave my signature smirk, winking at her as she walked out.

Now, to find the spiderling.

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"Keep moving" the criminal grunted. We had been walking for a while, judging the direction we were going I'd say we were going to the local jewellers. They'd been mostly taking the alleyways, the only people he'd seen was a few homeless people and a couple drunk teenagers.

"H-hey sir, I w-was wondering, what your n-name?"

"What?"

"Like, I n-need something to call you. C-can't keep calling you Mr criminal."

"Well guess what, you cant." The kept trudging through the darkness, in silence.

Until it wasn't silent.

A sound rung out, and peter recognised it immediately.

It was the Star Wars theme song.

His phone was ringing.

"Hey, what's that noise?!" Please don't let them know it's mine please don't let them know it's mine-

"Is that your phone!?"

Damn Parker Luck.

"Um, n-no....." they growled, reaching into my pocket and bringing the phone out.

"What do we do? If he answers it and says where we are, we're screwed! But if we don't answer is, they might get suspicious! I knew this was a bad idea-"

"Calm down. It'll be fine." He looked at me. "Your gonna answer that, and your going to tell them your fine. If you say anything at all we don't like," he pushed the gun a little harder into my back, "you know what happens" I nodded, grabbing my phone out of his hands.

It was Mr stark.

Of course it was.

I pressed the answer button, holding it up to my ear so they couldn't hear him.

"H-hello?"

"Peter, hi. I was just checking in to see if your ok, your not usually this late."

"Oh, uh, I'm f-fine. Just um..." I tried to think of an excuse.

Wait.

I can use this!

"I did really bad on my science test, and my teacher kept me back to ask me about some after school tutoring."

"What? You? Did bad on a science test. Peter, are you sure they gave you the right one?" He said jokingly.

"U-um, yeah they did."

"Peter, can you stop stuttering. It's hard to hear you through the phone."

"I know. I'm sorry"

"About what?"

"..."

"Peter, are you sure your ok?"

Now for the chance...

"Um, no actually"

"What?"

"I said no, I didn't want to take the after school tutoring"

"Pete, I need you to tell me something. Are you in danger."

"Yes, I am sure I don't want to do it"

"Hurry up kid, we don't got all day" the man whispered.

"Kid, are you being watched."

"Yes"

"Dammit. Ok uh, can you tell me where you are?"

"No. For the last time I don't want tutoring."

"Ok. I'll track you phone. Is anyone else in danger?"

"No, I was the only one asked about the tutoring."

"Thanks kid. I'll be there soon, hang tight"

"I will. See you later" and the phone hung up.

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Dammit.

Of course he had gotten himself into trouble.

But how much trouble was it? If it was that bad he couldn't tell me anything, than it must be bad.

The hum of repulsers getting ready filled the air, the suit coming at his command.

"Friday, can you track Peters phone?"

"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that."

"What, why?"

"It seems it is offline. I can track it to last known position if you would like?"

"Yeah, I guess you should do that." The map appeared, showing the position. It seemed to be in an alley.

What has that kid gotten himself into...

"Thrusters ready for takeoff sir"

"Thanks fri" and with that, I took off.

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"That phone call was too long. You could have gotten us caught" he snarled, slapping me across my already red face. He took the phone out of my hand, throwing it on the ground and stepping on it, so it shattered.

Dammit

"Well I'm s-sorry, you were the o-one who wanted it to sound r-realistic"

"Don't turn this on me kid. Stay quiet, we're nearly there." We turned down another alley, and then came out into the open. A few people gasped, looking at the scene.

"Any of you call the police, or even do one of your tweety birds, I will kill him." The all parted, some running away.

"Peter!?" I hear a distressed voice. I looked up slightly, attempting to scan the small crowd.

"Peter, you're gonna be ok!" This time I could pinpoint where the voice came from. A mass of slightly curly hair was making its way through the crowd.

It was mj.

Her face was slightly tear stained, and she looked almost, angry.

"He's just a k-kid, let him go!" She yelled, getting the attention of the crowd.

"Yeah, let him go!" A few people also yelled, pointing at the man.

"Everyone shut up! One more of you even speak and I will shoot." Everyone shut there mouths.

Well,

Almost everyone.

Someone who must be a bit hard of hearing, came to the front of the crowd.

"Let him go! Let him go!" He started chanting.

"That's it"

Well shit

He moved the gun from my back, aiming it downwards. The bang rung out, people stepping back just in case.

A white hot pain erupted in my half, I would have collapsed if I wasn't being held by the hair still.

I looked down the best I could, and saw the dark red substance trailing down my leg.

"That's just a warning. Next time, it'll be somewhere a little more.... delicate" everyone in the crowd looked shook. Heck, even the other robbers look shook. I tried to hold in the tears, not wanting to worry the people.

"Come on. The jewellery shop is just there." He beckoned for his gang, who were still white in the face.

"No"

"What do you mean no?" He growled.

"This isn't what I signed up for man. You said we were just robbing some small local shop, divide the profits and make a lil' cash. I didn't sign up for shooting some innocent kid."

I know that voice....

I looked up once more, my neck starting to ache from the strain.

It was that man.... the one that told me where toomes was during the ferry incident...

Aaron Davis!

"Well if you too scared to get your hands dirty, you don't get any of the money."

"I don't want the money from you anyway. Just let the kid go"

"You heard the man. Let. The kid. Go." A different voice sounded, a more... metallic one.

It was a voice I'd know anywhere.

Tony

"I-iron man?" The criminal stammered. He looked a lot less threatening now.

"Oh, you know my name do you? Well you better remember it, it's going to be the reason you'll be in prison for a very long time." The suit began walking forwards, causing the criminal to stumble back a bit, bringing me with him.

"N-no. I'm not going to jail. Stay back! I will shoot him." He pointed the gun at my heart.

"Hey hey, no need for that. Drop your gun. Now" he then got his own weapon, aiming his repulsers.

Then, everything seemed to slow down. Aaron had been moving back, coming now behind him. Someone in the crowd yelled, causing the criminal to divert his attention for a quick second. Aaron then reached for the gun, pulling it from his hands.

But

There was still his finger on the trigger. So when he moved it, it was pulled.

The bang once again rang out, and pain, more pain than before came.

And it all faded away, merging into darkness, as it all disappeared.

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"Peter!" The yell escaped my lips, and I ran forward. I shot the man in the chest with a stun blast, causing him to pass out and fly backwards. In the process dropping peter, and I caught him just before he hit the ground. I lifted my face blast so I could see him better, surveying the damage.

"Nonononono Peter, your gonna be ok. Underoos?" He lay still. His face had quite a bit of blood running from his nose, which look broken. His left calf was also covered in blood, most likely from a bullet wound.

What was most alarming was his chest.

When the gun had pulled, it had moved his aim so it didn't hit his chest, but it had still hit him in the stomach. Red was seeping through his shirt, covering the whole section.

Relief washed through me, that it most likely wouldn't be lethal.

A commotion began coming from the crowd, and a girl that looked about Peters age was pushing people aside. An almost inaudible 'he's my friend, let me through' came from her, and she finally got to the front. She ran to me, dropping in front of peter.

"Peter"

"Miss, he's going to be ok. I'm gonna take him to a hospital, alright?"

"Mj. I'm Peters friend. Are you sure he'll be ok?"

"I'm sure. I have to take him now, ok? Can you look after things here till the police show up?"

"Yeah I can. Tell peter he's a loser when he wakes up, ok?"

"Um, sure?" I nodded to her, and picked peter up bridal style. She turned, and stepped slightly towards the crowd.

"Nothing to see here losers. Go back to, what ever you people do. Go on, moving on." Everyone started to disperse, going back to life like nothing had happened.

I flew as fast as I could, well, as I could while holding an injured spiderling.

Gosh this kid is giving me grey hairs.

The wind blew past, the clouds only a tiny bit above us. The city was silhouetted by the moonlight, the dark sky littered with millions of stars.

"Mister S-stark?" The frail child's voice whispered.

"It's gonna be ok Underoos. We're gonna get you to the tower so Bruce can fix you up, ok?"

"H-hurts" he whined.

"I know. We're nearly there. What happened anyway?"

"Just wanted a s-sandwich"

"Did you get your sandwich?" I chuckled, thinking of his excuse.

"No..." he pouted.

"Well, when you get better, I'll get you all the sandwiches you want. Sound good?"

"S-sounds great. G'night.............." he sighed, closing his doe eyes, "dad"

Wow.
Look at that
I'm proud of myself. Is that what that f...... fl....... fluff? Is.

Aha if u have a teaspoon of fluff u need a bucket of angst. Sorry I've been so long, I was going to have it up on Boxing Day, but something came up. Some of you might know what happened, but it was rlly hard for me and I just didn't feel like writing it. It was originally rlly angsty and sad and ended in peter dying....... yeah.......

I changed it please don't yell at me *looking at u _Jay_Nay_ * *jk* *sorta*

But yeah after the thing happened I wasn't in the mood for angst, so I changed the ending.

Hope y'all liked it :)

*btw if u get the Sherlock reference than u are amazing. And are probably sobbing in a corner. Sorry.*

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