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"Why'd you come in through the window?" Tony shrieks at me. God, what is so bad about windows?

"That's how I usually enter a room." I shrug with my spidey nonchalance.

"Uh, not earlier." Tony raises an eyebrow. Shoot. He's right.

Oh! "It was raining earlier." I snap my fingers in recollection.

"You still left through the wi—" Eddie cuts us off with a clap of his hands.

"Okay! Hey, Spiderman, wow! It's nice to finally meet you!" Eddie gives me a tight smile and an even tighter handshake. My eyes scan the room to find everyone just kind of standing there in odd shock. Clint, however, looks like he's about to explode—he's probably wondering how I got myself in this situation. I wonder that too sometimes.

"Sorry, no idea where Peter is." Tony squints at me. "He ran off earlier and we haven't been able to find him since!" He looks extremely stressed. I do feel guilty now that I see how panicked Tony is.

"Oh!" Eddie hiccups "Um, Peter was...with me." He squints at Tony to see if his lie caught on even in the slightest.

"Which was where?" Tony crosses his arms and looks over Eddie protectively. Tony is in total dad mode right now.

"We went to the museum." Eddie shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, unfazed by Tony's anger.

"Why didn't you at least call me first?" Tony scoffs at Eddie's causality over the whole situation.

Eddie hesitates, "To be fair, you're not our dad." Tony looks mildly hurt. I hope he realizes that Eddie and him have known each other for maybe 24 hours all together, so he can't expect Eddie to have the same relationship with him as I do.

Now, while all this is going on, it's making out to be a severely awkward situation for the rest of us in the room. "So, where's Peter?" Tony pushes.

Eddie is silent for a moment. I panic internally, but then realize there really isn't any reasonable explanation that could be made up about where I am. I'm literally right here.

Eddie's mouth opens and closes in an effort to form at least a word. "I lost him." He shoots back.

The room goes dead silent. I can feel Tony's anger bubbling to the surface. "You what?"

"NO." I point an accusing finger at Eddie. I will not let him take the fall for me. No way in way hell, after all he's done for me? He's not taking another bullet like this.

Everyone freezes and stares at me. Oh, they probably think I'm a freak. Eddie discreetly rolls his eyes at me. An idea smacks him in the forehead and he starts snapping to get the point across faster, "He was with his friends!"

"Yeah!" I jump up and down to cheer Eddie on. I cross my arms and try to act cool when everyone shoots me a weird look.

"Friends?" Tony echos. What, Tony doesn't think I have friends? Oh, I have plenty! There's Ned and MJ...and Eddie. What more do I need?

"Yeah." Eddie confirms with a proud look on his face. Nice job, Ed.

"You wanna name these friends—" This time, Nat cuts him off.

"Dinner's been done for the past 10 minutes, people! Let's eat!" She shouts out over the hovering mess of awkwardness and takes her seat at the table. "Spiderman, nice to meet you!" She introduces herself as Nat. The rest of the Avengers take their rounds of introductions (the ones I haven't met yet), before we land on Eddie.

"Yes, hello, I'm Eddie." He nods anxiously at me.

"Hello, Eddie." I give him a stiff wave.

God, we're bad at this.

—Tony—

God, they're bad at this.

It's obvious that Peter put on Eddie's suit in order to throw me off Eddie's trail. So, now I'm supposed to not connect Eddie with Spiderman, since they're in the same room together! Smart plan, kids, but I'm smarter.

The only thing that confuses me is how Peter got in through the living room window. He'd actually have to have some sort advanced ability in order to get up here from the outside. And when Eddie jumped out the window, he didn't die. So they both have...powers, of sorts? Weird. Eddies makes sense because of Venom, but Peters make no sense.

"So, Spiderman, what's it like swinging around skyscrapers?" Clint asks Spiderman excitedly.

"It's pretty cool." Spiderman hums with a tight smile. Everyone loads up their plates with their food—everyone except for Spiderman and Eddie. The room goes a little silent after that. I think everyone can still sense my bubbling fury. "It kind of reminds me of Assassins Creed." He snorts.

"I LOVE THAT GAME." Clint gushes. "We should play sometime." He points his fork at Spiderman before moving it down to swirl up another mound of spaghetti.

"Yeah..." Spiderman chuckles half heartedly and scratches the back of his head. I can feel the anxiety rolling off of Spider-Pete.

"So, how'd you get your abilities? If you don't mind me asking...?" Bruce asks just below taking a bite of his food. Bruce's plate consists primarily of salad. Typical.

"Oh, I was bit by this radioactive spider." Spiderman's anxiety fades for the slightest moment and he actually looks a little excited to share this part, "My school was on this trip to Oscorp and I ended up in the very wrong place at the very wrong time." He chuckles darkly as he looks down at his gloved hands resting in his lap.

"What were the effects of it?" Bruce's eyebrows bunch up in curiosity.

"He became part spider, Bruce." Nat replies sarcastically and slaps his arm.

"Well, I know that!" Bruce laughs stressfully. "I mean, what were the other effects?"

"Well, for the next couple of days, I felt this aching numbness all over my body. Freaky weird." He squirms around in his seat, "My head hurt like crazy, though. It felt like it was gonna explode. Next thing I knew, I started sticking to stuff and my senses were dialed up to like a bajillion." Spider-Pete laughs. His laugh kind of lightens the mood, surprisingly enough. I've noticed Peter has that effect on people, which only enforces the fact that Peter is Spiderman. Not to forget, a minute ago, he mentioned that he was still in school, so.

"So the...stickiness...isn't a part of the suit?" Steve questions from his place at the end of the table. He's leaning forwards against the tabletop, looking to Spiderman with mild concern. We can all tell he's hungry. If he were to just stop lying and pull the mask off, he could eat. That's up to him, though.

"No." He smirks. "I'm not sure how it works."

"And the webs? Are they naturally made?" Natasha wonders aloud. I can see she's almost done with her food already.

"Oh, no!" Peter almost looks disgusted by the thought. "No, I design my own web fluid."

"What are they made out of?" I pipe up, squinting hard at the Spider-Pete. I'm not one to tolerate a liar.

"Oh, I don't think I should..." He trails off, playing with his fingers again. He's nervous, and he's definitely not trying hard enough to cover that up.

"Why not? You got something to hide?" I drop my fork on my plate and cross my arms, leaning forwards on the table. My mind flashes back to a week or two ago—when Peter left after dinner, I went down to my lab to check on the formula Friday was analyzing, only to find the web sample gone. Thankfully, the Spider's formula had successfully been analyzed. However, when I tried the formula out, it failed. I didn't know Eddie at the time, so Peter was the only person who would've reasonably taken it. "You got something to tell us, Spiderman?"

"Tony." Eddie murmurs from his chair beside me. I look down at his eyes, and for the first time, I see vulnerability. He's asking me to stop. A little bit of guilt washes over me.

"Sorry, how rude of me." I force a smile onto my face and take a sip of my water, my glaring eyes trained on the Spider's mask.

__Peter__

Eventually, the discussion flows into less of an interrogation, and more of an actual dinner conversation. Thank god no one's questioning why I'm not eating. For me, it makes sense that Eddie's not eating, because he virtually can't. But I notice the odd and suspicious looks Tony gives Eddies empty plate now and again. I hope he doesn't question him about it.

"You're hungry." Tony points his fork at my empty plate. "Eat." He pops the forkful of spaghetti into his mouth and smiles tightly at me.

"I would, but..." I gesture to my covered face, "Mask." Everyone nods their head in understanding—everyone but Tony. God, why does he hate me?

"Take it off." He shrugs and drink another mouthful of his water.

Everyone freezes in place.

"I don't think I should." I definitely feel personally attacked by his recommendation. Shouldn't a world renown superhero understand the concept of a secret identity?

"Who's gonna tell? I'm sure not." Tony gives the rest of the Avengers a pressed, annoyed look, as if he were asking for them to back him up. The longer I sit here, the angrier I can see Tony get. I'm really just digging my own grave at this point.

Eddie and I make quick eye contact, then our eyes drop down to our empty plates. No one seems to notice, however I can see Tony raise an eyebrow at our odd interaction. In his mind, Eddie and I don't even know each other.

Okay, Peter—the longer Spiderman is here with the Avengers, the longer Peter is out with his friends. And the longer Peter is out, the angrier Tony will be when I walk through those elevator doors as Peter Parker. I've been dreading finding the perfect time to book it out of here, because for all I know, Tony'll call me out as soon as I try to leave. But I gotta just rip the band-aid off, right? Yeah, Peter, you can do this.

Suddenly, I shoot out of my seat and place a finger to my ear, seemingly listening to someone. "Mhm. Well, I better be off." I point a determined finger into the air. God, I suck at this. "Heroic things to do." I huff stressfully.

"Ah, yes, things." Eddie backs me up with a nod of his head. I watch Tony suppress a laugh.

"Like what?" Tony asks me with a deadpan face. Come on, Tony! Please, just let me leave!!

I try to keep the surprise on my face as minimal as possible. Did I really not expect someone to ask? "A...rob." I trail.

"A rob?" Eddie echoes, giving me an exhausted look.

"Yes." My voice cracks. "Rob is, um, robbing. Good old Rob." I slap my knee and laugh to try to relieve the tension, but the feeling of the room quickly falls back into one of complete and utter skepticism. Not gonna lie, I may have awkwardly laughed for a little longer than what was necessary. That's fine, I'll just think about how awkward this was for the rest of my life whenever it's midnight and I'm trying to fall asleep.

"Thank you for dinner." I pause momentarily, waiting for any type of response. No one gives me any. "Away I go."

I snag the new suit I designed only hour ago from off the table and dart over to the open window, shoving myself out of it and sticking to the outside of the glass. Giving the Avengers one last wave, I leap upwards off the building and do a 270° degree arch, so now I'm dropping face-first to the asphalt 90 stories below me.

__Tony__

THIS KID BETTER STOP.

I fly out of my seat, sprinting to the window and taking out everything in my path. My breathing quickens to an unnatural pace as my eyes frantically search for Peters splattered form anywhere on the concrete below us. Thankfully, my eyes catch sight of him swinging safely away into the New York City buildings.

Clasping a hand over my arc reactor, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Peter could've died just now. Oh, god. I can't let him do that anymore. If he dies, I die. That's kind of how parenting works.

"I'm gonna...go." Eddie jabs a thumb to the back of the room and darts out of his seat, straight for the hallway. Immediately after Eddie leaves, the room erupts into conversation—

"Oh, it's Peter."

"No, it's definitely Eddie."

"Guy, it's neither of them."

"My spaghetti is cold."

"Has anyone seen my tarantula?"

"GUYS." I shout over the bombardment of questions. "How did you know it was either Eddie or Peter?"

"Are you kidding me? Those kids are terrible liars." Natasha laughs as she tears off a piece of bread. She sets it down and pulls a hair tie off her wrist, tying her hair up into a pony tail. "Plus, Peter was the only one not here. It's obviously not Eddie."

"But," I place a finger in the air to stop her. "This morning, Peter and Eddie were hanging out with me in my lab. So, I pretended to call Spiderman in so Peter could meet him. Eddie left, and Spiderman showed up." I explain as I sit back down in my chair, crossing my arms in deep thought.

"So, it's either Eddie is Spiderman and Peter was covering for Eddie just now—" Nat starts as she bunches her eyebrows.

"—or Peter is Spiderman and Eddie was covering for Peter earlier." Steve sighs and runs a hand down his face. "How are we supposed to figure that out?"

"Well, I can either squeeze it out of them or wait for them to tell me." I reply with pursed lips. The kids are lying to me. How did I already break their trust?

"Well..." Natasha trails on, and ideas are thrown around the room as to how we could get the boys to confess.

__Eddie__

My back is pressed against the hallway wall, ears tuned in to their conversation.

Fuck.

They know.

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Omgongomgomg I am so sorry guys, this is my second version of this chapter because the first one was somehow deleted and god knows when it happened!! I wonder how many of my readers just didn't read the end! Ahh! I'm freaking out! This is terrible!!

Also, I'm bored and curious, where is everyone from?

-wet grass