No one's P.O.V.

Peter woke up with a start when his alarm blared, only to realise that it was a Saturday, which meant no school. He groaned, shutting the damn thing off and rolled off his bed.

He could vaguely smell the scent of Aunt May's cooking from downstairs and his stomach growled. He hadn't eaten much last night. Sighing, he got up and shuffled around his room, doing his morning business.

Not long after, he trudged downstairs, still half-asleep due to the bank robbery last night.

"Good morning, Peter." Aunt May greeted him, giggling slightly at what she saw.

"Mmmorning..." He rubbed his eyes as an attempt to get them open.

"You know, you wouldn't feel this tired if you had just slept earlier." Aunt May commented, setting down a plate of freshly made pancakes on the table. "Why didn't you just sleep in? It's a Saturday."

"'m fine." Peter mumbled. He would've loved to get a few more hours of sleep, but he was the kind of person who couldn't once he woke up.

"Well, honey, I gotta get to work. There's some lunch in the fridge; you can just heat it up." Aunt May said, grabbing her purse.

"Okay. Bye Aunt May."

"Bye. Don't burn the house down when I'm gone."

Peter rolled his eyes, making his aunt laugh as she closed the door. He stared at where she had been for a while, before turning back to his breakfast and digging in.

•••

Peter felt better than he had a few days ago, most likely because he actually ate something. Right now, he sat on a rooftop of a building, trying to get at least some rest after swinging around the city for an hour.

He closed his eyes, making an attempt to fall asleep and sighed. The morning sun was relaxing.

There was a sudden gust of wind behind him, and he turned around, eyes widening.

The Quinjet hovered just a few feet in front of him, and he could just barely see a familiar figure at the pilot seat.

...is that Clint?

The door opened to reveal the Avengers, minus the archer who was probably piloting this thing and Dr Banner.

"Um...can I help you?"

"Hey there, Spidey boy! How's it going?" Iron Man called from where he was standing with the rest of his team.

Peter waved awkwardly. "I'm fine...anything I can...help you with?"

"Spider-Man, got a second to spare?" Captain America spoke.

"I guess...why?"

"We would like to bring you in for questioning at S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Woah, hold on one second!" Peter heard someone tell in the Captain's ear comm, and flinched. "I thought we were gonna ask him to join the team?"

Join the Avengers?

Steve pressed into his ear. "I got a call from Fury just this morning. He told me to bring him in to answer some questions, then we ask him."

"Okay, one: you do realise I can hear you right?" Steve's head snapped up to the masked vigilante, completely unaware about that. "Two: I am not answering any questions Fury has in for me. And three: what's this about me joining the Avengers?"

"Look kid." Iron Man's faceplate lifted up. "We're just curious about you. We do want to ask you to join the gang, but eyepatch-man has questions so-"

"I told you, I'm not answering any of your questions. Sorry, but I'm not really in the mood for an interrogation."

"You do know that if you don't come with us willingly," Natasha began. "We're gonna have to force you."

Peter gulped. He really didn't want to fight with the Avengers, World's Mightiest Heroes. But he didn't want to go with them, either. He groaned, knowing that he would regret his decision.

"Well, if you're gonna force me..." He straightened up, looking at them dead in the eye. "You're gonna have to catch me first!"

And with a whoop, he jumped off the roof and free-fell, shooting a web and swinging away. Iron Man jumped into action, faceplate slamming down. He flew after him. Thor swung his hammer, launching into the air and went after them. Steve and the others went back into the Quinjet.

"Barton, track him down."

"You got it, Cap."

•••

Spider-Man swung furiously through the city, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew they were after him, and he had to get away while he could.

A sharp pain in his head made him swing left, barely avoiding the hammer that flew by. He stopped, landing on top of a building that happened to be the Avengers tower.

"We do not want to hurt you, Spider-Man." Thor began. "Please, just come with us."

"Yeah, sorry. I don't like to be poked at."

Thor seemed confused. "But we are not going to poke you. Are we?"

"Unless you want to be. I have loads of things to poke you with." Iron Man landed next to Thor. "Come on, kid. Work with me."

Spider-Man responded with a thwip of his web, gluing Thor to the ground. At least he didn't have to fight the god.

"Arghh! What is this sticky substance?!" Thor yelled in frustration, struggling.

Iron Man fired at Spider-Man, and the latter flipped out of the way, dodging all the shots. Soon, he had had enough, webbing the armor up.

The Quinjet hovered above him, and Captain America jumped out. Spider-Man tensed and narrowed his eyes. If he couldn't escape, he would have to fight his way out.

He webbed the Captain's shield, catching the man off-guard and swung it around as Steve jumped to dodge it. The second swing came, and this time Steve grabbed the incoming shield.

Peter's eyes widened under the mask. "Uh oh."

Steve pulled the shield, sending Spider-Man flying towards him with a yelp. He kicked him in the gut.

Peter groaned. "That's gonna hurt in the morning."

He got up, only to see Steve coming right at him. He flipped over him and webbed him up in a cocoon.

"Steve, need any help?" Bruce asked through the ear comm.

"No." Steve groaned. "Send in Nat." No offence to Bruce, but they really didn't need a big green monster out rampaging the city just to catch a lowlife vigilante.

"Look, guys." Spider-Man said, panting. "I'd love to keep this up, but I gotta go, so..."

He began backing up from the three heroes glued to the ground, but was stopped when his Spidey senses buzzed sharply. Unfortunately, he didn't react in time.

A pair of arms snaked around his neck, choking him. He grabbed them and flipped the person over. Natasha rolled on the ground to break her fall and ended up in a crouched position.

Okay...probably not a good idea to not face the obvious-looking jet behind me.

"Seriously, guys? Don't you think it's time to go home?" He yelled.

"Not so fast, Spidey." Natasha smirked before charging at him.

He ducked, watching as Natasha's bracelets lit up with electricity and barely missing him. He kicked her in the back.

Grumbling, Natasha grabbed her gun in one swift motion and aimed it at him.

"Careful, Nat. Fury wants him alive, you know." Clint spoke from the pilot seat.

"Guns." Spider-Man threw his arms. "It's always guns."

Natasha narrowed her eyes. Spider-Man didn't seemed afraid, nor is he looking for any ways to run. He's just standing there, giving her a perfect shot.

She fired at his thigh, but the man flipped out of the way. She fired again, and again, but he dodged every single one effortlessly.

Spider-Man webbed the gun from her grasp and tossed it away. Deciding that–why not?–she shouldn't have the same fate as the other three webbed-up heroes, he stuck her to the Quinjet, letting her dangle in the air.

He webbed the windscreen on the Quinjet, too, giving him time to escape. By the time Bruce and Clint freed everyone, Spider-Man had already disappeared, blended in the crowd.

[A/N]: I had never written fight scenes before so this was kinda lame.

I'll try to do better next time ^^

Word count without [A/N]: 1349 words.