"Uh, FRIDAY? What's going on?" Clint asked with fake nonchalance. He felt his stomach sink when the AI didn't respond. "FRIDAY?" Clint sprung up from the couch to look at the rest of the team who held serious looks.

The AI remained eerily silent and the lights were severly dimmed to where the main thing lighting the room up was the city lights outside of the window.

A sickly green fog leaked into the room. Everyone brought something out to use as a weapon whether it be a vase from nearby or a knife hidden on their person. (Natasha)

They all began to spread through the room. "Tony," Clint said with an air of caution. The billionaire snapped his head in his direction. His fist was cased in a metal glove connected to his watch. "Go down to the lab, get weapons, and check the other areas of the tower, got it? See if there are intruders or a malfunction."

The man nodded with a snarky remark mumbled underneath his breath quietly. Clint felt surprise and sucked in a deep breath in shock. He truly thought the man would try to fight it more. Tony creeped towards the elevator with a hidden grin and fought back the urge to laugh.

The kid was a fucking genius.

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He was a fucking genius.

Peter waited idly in the lab with a huge smirk on his face. He dressed in a darker version of his normal suit, it had been astonishingly easy to tweak the colors a bit once you knew the materials. The brights reds were muted and the blues were a navy color.

It was actually quite similar to thermochromatic powder when you thought about it. Or it could be related to ChroMorphous but produced by SI instead, and lean more towards tech then temperature related. Peter would have to experiment with both later when he had the time.

Long story short, the suit had fascinated him once again.

He heard the elevator coming down from about 50 feet up and he got ready to bombard Tony with questions.

The little ding gave off might as well have been a screech to Peter but he didn't care. He was way to excited to scare the Avengers to death.

"That fog transition was smooth, kid. Nice work on the tech." Tony walked out if the elevator with a mischievous grin on his face. He clapped a bit before walking to Peter. "Cool costume too, I figure you found the color controls inside of, what was her name?"

"Karen."

"Karen," Tony parroted. "Okay, I feel as if that's a stupid reference to something but I'm going to ignore it for my own mental health's sake. What's next?" He leaned against one of the tables with a raised eyebrow. Tony didn't ask for specifics for this one because all he heard was, 'prank the Avengers' and he was on board with screwing them over.

"So I tweaked the suit colors to fit more with the fog," Peter explained. It really didn't take long for Tony to interupt.

"Like a camoflauge deal?"

"Exactly," Peter felt his grin get a little wider. "I hide in the fog and then basically just be creepy and hope one of them pees their pants! Dr. Banner is already helping with some more fog so it should be even more scary than before!" He clapped his hands in anticipation. Peter's heart speed up and his stomach ached from how many butterflies he felt.

This is going to be awesome.

"FRIDAY, suit up." Tony cheekily said and the AI worked just as programmed. The traditional red and gold metal glinted with the lab lights.

"Okay, kid. I already messed with the weapons. If you get shot by Clint, which I think your weird sense would be able to dodge anyways, it shouldn't impale too bad." Tony said quickly and then jogged back to the elevator.

"That doesn't make me feel better!" Peter called out, he pressed a few buttons on the lab table. Just before the doors closed be heard a faint 'wasn't supposed to!'

Okay, he could do this! Peter snatched a long black wig from off the lab table.

He could fool Earth's greatest defenders into thinking something was among them!

Oh God, he was boned.

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Clint stood in front of the door with his fists up. The lack of a bow in his hands made him a little, well, antsy.

Natasha stood with a gun on hand she pulled out of her shoes, Sam held a nearby vase, Bucky's fists were held steadily upwards ready for a fight, and Steve followed Bucky's lead, Wanda's hands glowed a deep red, and Vision

The elevator dinged and out walked Tony with weapons in a metallic box that sat in his arms.

"Stark, what is going on?" Thor twirled Stormbreaker around threateningly. His blue eyes held a quiet caution and anger in them and the occasional sparks only amplified it.

"My scanners didn't pick up on anything, the whole place is on lockdown. FRIDAY isn't responding but nothing is showing a malfunction so..." Tony sounded confused. He set the box down and they made quick work of grabbing their weapons.

That was the thing that should have tipped Clint off. Tony never sounded confused.

A low growl came through the mist and a small figure crawled on the ceiling. A few of the Avengers let out some curses and one a small scream when all they saw was a body with long black hair that covered it's face and arms that bent at awkward angles.

"Fuck this, I don't play with demons!" Sam said and backed up a bit. Even Clint had a horrified look on his face, but he still drew his bow and shot rapidly. It dodged every single one flawlessly and pounced off the ceiling towards Tony, who fell back with a cry of alarm. The lights completely shut off and the room was plunged into darkness.

"Who killed the lights?!" Steve called in a serious manner. The lights turned back on again and Tony was nowhere to be seen. A chorus of screams sounded out and the cabinets flung open violently.

"What the hell?" Natasha cursed and cocked her gun immediately, it was tempting to use her widow bites but those don't work on air. The room had descended into chaos and items were staring to fly everywhere.

Clint narrowly dodged a stray blender. At this rate he was going to die via flying kitchenware! He didn't want a lame death! "Where the hell did Stark go?!" He yelled concerned.

A high pitched cackle rang right next to his ear and he whipped around to be faced with nothing.

What the hell was going on?!

The horrifying figure reappeared stuck onto another wall when it started giggling maniacally.

"What are you?! A ghost or something?!" Clint pulled another arrow out of his quiver and aimed for it again.

This time the figure stopped completely and a deep laughter erupted from it. "I'm...so sorry, I can't do this anymore!" The thing detached itself from the wall and it kept trying to catch its breath between their heartful laughs.

The team paused when the person's voice rung a bell.

"Is- is that you Spidey?" Clint reluctantly aimed his bow downwards.

"Yep!" Peter grabbed the wig. In one dramatic movement the black wig was removed from covering his face.

Revealed was a young face with gleeful, if not a little anxious, wide brown eyes that stared back at him. His nose was slightly crooked and his thin lips stretched into the biggest shit eating grin he'd ever seen. Oh god, he was so young.

"Uh, so hi, I am Spider-Man. I guess that's how'd I introduce myself," Peter mumbled and scratched his cheek with uncertainty. "Oh Christ, why didn't I think this far ahead."

Peter's shoulders tensed once he saw the shock across all of their faces. Clint honestly didn't know what to think. This was a kid. A kid who could most definitely bench press him with one hand, but still a kid no less.

"What the hell?" Steve breathed shakily. "You're-" His voice cut off and Steve dragged his hand through his hair. "I dropped a jet bridge on you." He whispered painfully. Peter winced a bit at the memory.

"It's fine, Captain Rogers. Oh, uh by the way, I'm Spider-Parker," Peter stuttered a little. His eyes widened in pure embarrassment before berating himself in a string of mutters. "I mean, Peter...Parker. Peter Parker is my name and...yeah."

Clint managed to find his voice, "How old are you, kid?" Spider-Man, Peter, had said he wasn't a college student. Did that mean-

"I'm 15, almost 16 in three months," Peter rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. The group all felt their breath disappear, but Bucky seemed to recover quickly.

Peter stuck out his hand for a handshake. "I guess I have to formally introduce myself without being an utter mess."

Clint found Peter's hand in his direction and his heart plummeted. This was a teenager who put himself on the frontlines. But did he have the right to judge him after all Spider-Man's done to prove himself? Even with his age, he still had the same level as skill from before.

Clint was faced with a moral dilemma.

"My name's Peter Parker or Spider-Man, with a hyphen, nice to officially meet you Mr. Barton."

Clint's grin began to match the size of Peter's. So this kid was the amazing Spider-Man they had wanted to know. He felt so shocked at the moment his feelings numbed.

And so, the Amazing Spider-Man case had been closed once and for all. Left behind was a kid named Peter Parker with an even thicker mask than the last, a new puzzle to piece together.

Clint clasped his hand against Peter's in a firm handshake.

"Nice to meet you Peter Parker."

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Oh god this entire thing was utter shit, but I tried and that's what matters! None of this is edited dear god Im so sorry. Happy Valentine's day everyone where couples show off and us single people roll around in our tears! No, but really, have a Happy Valentine's Day guys!