Third person P.O.V

Spiderman swung his legs over the ledge, quietly looking across the view of New York City. He was currently sitting on top of a huge skyscraper.

He sighed. It had been pretty uneventful, the only excitement being a bank robbery that he foiled in less than 10 minutes.

His phone suddenly rang in the backpack seated next to him. Reaching inside, he looked at the caller ID before answering it.

"Hey Aunt May."

"Peter, where are you? Lunch is almost ready." He heard his aunt's worried voice.

"Oh um, I'm not really hungry. You can eat without me."

Aunt May sighed over the phone. "Peter, I know you haven't been eating much lately. It's not good for your health."

"I promise I'll be home for dinner."

"...alright. Bye, Peter."

"Bye."

Peter sighed behind his mask. It has been a whole year since he became Spiderman, and during that year he made sure that no one found out his identity.

"With great power, comes great responsibility."

That was what his Uncle Ben said before he died. He didn't really care much about it before, but now it seemed like that responsibility has taken its toll on his shoulders.

It's your fault. The little voice in his head sneered at him. Uncle Ben is dead, because of you.

"No." He croaked.

You could have saved him, but you didn't. Just like how your didn't save Captain George Stacy.

Tears spilled out of his eyes and he shut them tight, willing the voices to go away. He curled up in his position, hands clutching his head.

All your fault. All your fault. All your fault. All your fault. All-

"Hey kid, you okay?"

Peter released his hands slowly, opening his eyes.

"I-Iron Man?"

The metal suit flew up to him, battered up and dented, as if someone had dropped a building on him. Peter's harsh breathing finally slowed down as he watched the suit detach itself from its owner.

Tony Stark stepped out onto the roof, his face looking mostly fine except for the long cut on his right cheek and a bruise near his left eye.

Peter raised an eyebrow behind his mask.

"What happened to you?"

"Oh you know. Daily missions." Tony shrugged. "No big deal."

He nodded slowly, wondering why the Tony Stark was on a rooftop with him after his 'daily mission'.

"Spotted you on my way back." Tony answered the unasked question. "It looked serious."

"I'm fine."

"You sure kid? Didn't seem fine at all."

"...yeah. I'm sure."

Tony stared at the person in front of him for a while, before shrugging again.

"Well, it was a nice talk. I better get back to the tower." And with that, he got back into the suit and flew off.

Peter sighed. Even the great Tony Stark has started to worry. How long will this reach the people in the city?

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Steve's P.O.V

The Quinjet landed on the top of the Avengers Tower. I got up from my seat, along with Natasha, Thor and Clint from the pilot seat.

We got out in time to see Tony fly down in his wrecked suit as it disassembled itself from his body. The said man gave us a glance before heading inside.

"Well," Clint said as we arrived in the living room, arms crossed behind his back. "That was successful."

"As successful as it can get without, you know, everything blowing up." Natasha said.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. No one got hurt."

I grinned with amusement. Those two were always arguing with anything and everything.

I went over to the kitchen, about to get a drink when Tony walked in.

"Got a call from Fury." Tony said, frowning at his high-tech cell phone. "Wants to talk about something. That man never gives us a break."

"Did he say what this is about?"

"No. Just told us to get our asses over immediately or he's gonna kick 'em instead."

Clint groaned from the couch but got up anyways, along with Natasha and Thor. I put down the cup and followed them out the door.

•••

Director Fury was already in one of the meeting rooms when we got there. He looked impatient, tapping his foot on the ground repeatedly with a frown on his face.

"What part of 'immediately' did you not understand?" His voice boomed across the room, showing his annoyance.

"We did just get back from a mission." Tony shrugged.

Fury sighed. "Well, let's get this over with. I still have work to do."

The screen on the wall lighted up, showing a few pictures of a certain red-and-blue clad superhero. Videos showed him swinging through the city.

"As you know, it has been a year since this man has appeared in New York City."

"Isn't that Spiderman?" Clint said lazily from his seat. "What about him?"

Fury cleared his throat. "I want him on the team."

An outbreak bursted through the room.

"You want him on the team? Only thing he's ever done is fight crime." Natasha scoffed.

"On the contrary, Agent Romanoff, he was the one who stopped Dr Connors from rampaging the city."

"Dr Connors? As in the Lizard?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly." Fury narrowed his eyes at us. "He could be an asset to the team."

The room fell silent. It was true that we could use more help–there were only 6 of us Avengers anyway. But this Spiderman has only started helping the city a year ago. We're don't even know if he's had any real training.

"I met him on the way back."

Everyone's heads snapped towards Tony, who looked like he was disagreeing with this.

"Did you, Stark?" Fury leaned back in his chair, sounding slightly amused.

"He was on a rooftop of some building. Having a panic attack."

Clint stood up abruptly. "See? What if he has a panic attack in the middle of a mission? We can't do our job and babysit at the same time."

"I agree with Barton." Thor said.

"Quiet!" Fury placed good elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands. "A panic attack, you say? Interesting..."

"I don't know, guys." Bruce suddenly spoke up. He was quiet this whole time. "Fury may be right. What happens if someone decides to open another hole in the sky? What are we going to do then?"

Everyone seemed to consider this, well, except for Tony.

"I've already made up my mind." Fury sighed. "You'll find this guy, and ask him to join."

Clint opened his mouth to protest, but I held my hand up to stop him, knowing there was no use arguing.

"Alright. We'll do it. You got any information on what he looks like?"

"Brown hair. Height: 5' 10"."

We waited for him to continue, but it seemed like that was all they had.

"That's it? You want us to find someone we don't know with only that information?"

"Yep. He's pretty good at keeping how identity a secret. We only know this because his mask was yanked off by Captain George Stacy during the Lizard incident."

I grew curious. "What happened?"

"Spiderman was labelled wanted by the cops. He was electrocuted and shot in the thigh on his way to Oscorp tower."

"Captain George Stacy died due to blood loss from his stomach wound, caused by Dr Connors."

"And the Lizard?" I inquired.

"Jeez, Cap. Don't you watch the news?" Tony rolled his eyes. "He turned back into human and was arrested."

"Currently held in prison at S.H.I.E.L.D." Fury finished.

I nodded my head, thinking to myself. This Spiderman doesn't sound so bad.

"Right. So we find him, and ask him to join the Avengers." I said.

"And if he disagrees?" Natasha questioned.

"Then find a way to make him agree." Fury said, his voice telling us that it was the end of discussion.

•••

"How the hell are we suppose to find someone we know nothing of?" Clint groaned.

"Not even S.H.I.E.L.D. has anything on him." Bruce said. "This guy's good."

"We could just meet up with him when he's out on patrol." I suggested.

"Great idea. JARVIS?" Tony said to no one in particular.

"Yes sir?" The AI spoke.

"Inform us whenever Spiderman's out in the city."

"Will do."

"I'm quite curious as to who is behind the spider mask." Thor said.

I looked at him.

"We all are, Thor. We all are."

[A/N]:

First Spiderman fanfic!!

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Word count: 1412 words without AN.