(Or the Avengers + Spidey and the quest of the true identity)

The Avengers didn't anticipate finding out Spider-Man's identity this way. Though to be fair, they didn't think they would find out in an elaborate prank either. More of an injury or heartfelt moment, but they were going to take whatever they could get.

"Hey guys!" Peter launched himself over the back of the couch right next to Rhodey. He was still wearing a hoodie and sweats over his suit which made the Avengers look quizzically at the vigilante.

"Hey Spidey, what's with the getup?" Clint called out from the kitchen. He reached for a bag of Lays that sat in the cupboard. "I thought you just did that for the conference thingy Stark set up?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you." He stated simply, but not unkindly. Peter tugged on the ends of his hoodie as a nervous tick. It never really escaped him that he was sassing the Avengers. His heroes for crying out loud!

"To be fair," Bruce defended plainly, "You never really explain yourself at all."

Murmurs of agreement erupted from the group and Peter contemplated it. By now he had known the Avengers a good several months and he felt ready to reveal his identity.

"Yep, I'm a mystery! You literally know nothing about me, how does that make you feel, hm?" Peter playfully boasted. Rhodey gave him a shove and scoffed nicely.

"Well we know you love sour gummy worms," Bucky stated sarcastically. "We also know you're, like, a college student. So you're in your early 20s."

Peter crosssed his arms and raised an eyebrow as he impersonated a buzzer. "One of those things is incorrect! And we both know what it is!" Peter said cheerfully.

Clint came out of the kitchen with a bowl of Doritos in his grip. "Wait, you aren't a college student?" His face was one of shock and surprise but a smirk was stretched across his face.

"Nope! I actually got no idea when and if I'm going to tell you the whole identity thing soon." Peter trailed off and tapped his chin in mock thoughtfulness. "Meh, I'll figure something out I guess."

The room groaned in frustration as Steve glared at him, but it didn't hold any heat to it. "You're just milking this by now!"

"Yup!"

~~

Peter paced around his room a bit as he fiddled with a pen nervously. How the hell would he reveal his identity? Peter had been lying whenever he said he didn't know if he was ready. He totally was, these were the Avengers! They had well earned his trust months ago.

The soft buzz and light of the lamp gave a calm aura to the cluttered room that betrayed how he actually felt. Clothes were strewn across the room, a Lego set sat on the corner of his desk right next to a pair of faulty webshooters and a screwdriver. Sticky notes covered a bulletin board with notes about laundry or things to do on patrol.

Peter ruffled his hair in annoyance and plopped down on his bed. "Ugh.." He groaned and threw his arm over his face dramatically. He wasn't going to Tony for help until he had a solid plan. If he didn't the billionaire would assume he just wanted to take off his mask the boom, reveal.

Peter needed something better than that!

Wait a minute, an idea struck him.

Peter leapt off his bed and bounced towards his closet in a frenzy where his suit hung. He quickly snatched the mask and shoved it on his head in excitement.

"Karen!" Peter called giddily. The AI would certainly be a great help for something like this.

"Hello Peter, are you taking me somewhere tonight?" Karen's calm voice flooded his ears and Peter let out a small laugh. No, this was something so much better than patrol at the moment!

"Nah, but I do need your help!" Peter said, he couldn't keep the excitement and nervousness out of his voice. Karen hummed in a questioning tone. "Okay, so basically I'm planning on revealing my identity to the Avengers!"

Karen sounded weirdly surprised for an AI. "Congratulations Peter! What do you need me to do?"

Peter's smile drooped a little before it returned full force. "See, that's what I need your help with. I think I wanna prank them and reveal my identity that way."

"Okay, I'll look through any data pertaining to pranks." Karen supplied peppily. There was a pause for a moment before Karen started up again. "Oh, and Peter?"

Peter made a small noise indicating that he was listening. He was almost completely out of it from the sheer excitement.

"I hope everything goes well."

~~

Clint didn't know what to make of Spider-Man at first. The guy seemed pretty laid back and chilled out for the most part, which was weird considering he's a hero and vigilante with more villains on his back than he could count.

The odd thing was that right next to being a witty joker who never knew when to shut up, he wasn't rude or impolite. It was quite the opposite actually. He had small jabs down but it wasn't actually offending anybody but the bad guy. Like sometimes he teased Sam with crafting feathers but it was all in good fun and he apologized as he cackled.

The one thing Clint knew for sure was that the man loved what he did with all of his heart. The sheer joy he got out of helping people was a trait rarer than Tony Stark sleeping for Christ's sake! No one knew his motivations for vigilantism other than his wanting to help people.

But everyone knew there was something else they weren't seeing.

Spider-Man was a case that the Avengers couldn't bring themselves to even try to crack. But they considered him a friend, albeit a very strange one, that could be trusted and vice versa.

And so, the Amazing Spider-Man remained a mystery behind a mask no one could see under.

Clint gave an exasperated sigh. Spidey really was just laughing at their suffering at this point. But it's wasn't like they didn't understand why he wasn't upfront with who he was. The fact he was even considering it suprised the team.

'...two friends and one surviving family member'

The key word was 'surviving' that made even the Avengers give a moment of silence.

Clint repressed the shudder that ripped down his spine. He never knew why the lack of info on Spidey freaked him out, it just did! The dude was a frickin' mystery in general.

The archer dunked his hand into a bowl of potato chips and shoved them into his mouth a little bit angry. Now that he had snapped out of his little daze he realized just how boring the cop show he was watching was.

But something interesting came up as Natasha stared at him from across the room with an amused look on her face.

"By this point I don't know how you stay in decent shape when your diet is just different types of chips and soda."

Clint shrugged and patted his stomach. "Are you that jealous of my figure? If so I could lend you a tip." He wiggled his eyebrows at the woman who just rolled her eyes. "The secret is a little something called soy-"

Clint was cut off with a whack in the face with a pillow and he laughed.

Throughout the day parts of the team filtered into the living room and by 6 pm the only one that wasn't there was Bruce.

Tony and Thor were in the middle on why you don't give Spider-Man alcohol even if he can't get tipsy as quickly.

"Thor you don't even know if he's a minor or not! You don't go and give Webs drinks if you don't know his age!" Tony argued quickly. It was obvious that this disagreement wasn't as big of a deal as others based on Tony having to hold back an exasperated smirk.

"Even if the young Spider-Man is what you call a 'minor'," Thor quoted the last word as if it wasn't an actual thing with his face scrunched up. "He goes out and helps save New York! If he can do that I assure you Stark, Spider-Man will be fine."

The rest of the team watched in interest. They both had a valid points when you thought about it.

That was when the lights flickered for a few seconds then shut off completely.

Hey guys! Sorry about the two-parter I just needed to get something out and I thought that it would be okay if it ended there. I'm kinda focused on another draft of a story I'm writing! But I put this up and the second one will be put up soon.

I think.

Anyways, byeeeeee