Peter was sweating and moving around in his bed. Muttering words like, "Stop!" "I'm Spiderman!"

He woke up with a gasp. Sweat rolled down his face. He looked around and saw that he was in his room. He gave a relieved sigh. He looked at the time. 3:14 AM.

"Nothing bad will happen. Nothing..." he said to himself, resting himself. He tried to go back to sleep. Pushed himself. But at last he couldn't. He just stood up and looked out his window. Opening it. He sat on the stairs of the Fire Escape. He looked out. The sun starting to come up. He looked at the clock and it was just 3:30 AM. He started there thinking of some things. As 30 minutes passed, he went back and started to get ready.

As he realized he was early, May wouldn't be up by now. He left a note.

"Dear May,
I left early, saved food for you. Stay safe!"

Peter wrote down.

As he went out to the apartment he chuckled. Happy wasn't gonna arrive in an early time. So once again he is gonna ride the subway.

As he went in the subway, Peters Spidey sense was blaring at him.

He looked at his back and found nothing. But if his senses were acting up, he better watch out.

As he reached school, it seemed so quiet. As he entered, his friend, Ned, was having a gun to his head.

"Peter! Don't go!" too late, Peter ran, he ran too save his friend.

Shooting webs form his web shooters, the gun man was webbed to the wall.

He didn't regret his choice, he has to save his friend! So if anything, he doesn't give a fuck about who ever filmed it.

He ran and hugged his friend. Ned, was crying. Peter was breathing heavily. Not once has he done things so fast, but it felt so good.

He looked around and saw that everyone's jaw was agaped but one thing caught his attention. A phone, a fucking phone was up and going everything.

He glared at the man. And shouted "Can't anyone get privacy!" he rushed back to Ned and looked for any shots or scrapes. Good thing there wasn't. His spidey sense blared. He looked around and saw that a man with the team was gonna shoot MJ. As they shot he pushed MJ out of the way and the man fired. He tried fighting the shot but his metabolism didn't work.

He slammed to the ground. The dart was in him. The last thing he remembered was MJ and Ned shouting and the rest of the people was moving away.

He woke up to water slammed on his face.

He saw, millions and millions of people. He tried moving but was still too weak, he looked around and found out he was tied.

Tied to pole. His kidnappers were down there, May, MJ and Ned fighting there way through. But to no avail.

"You I've been all waiting for this haven't you? You've been awaiting of Spiderman's face. Well let us show you, Spiderman!" one of his kidnappers said. "His too young!" "He saved my children from the fire!" he heard their voices.

He desperately wanted to close his ears, it was gonna bleed.

"We'd love to do a favor all of you asked, we're gonna burn him! Superheroes shouldn't exist. They are just about fan." The man, second man, Peter looked and said. "You don't know me. You don't know my life. I'm not for fame! I'm just a human too!" he received a punch to the gut. He bit his lips until it drew out blood. But that didn't stop there.

"We superheroes, inhuman or human still have family, family that we want to protect, that's why I have the mask for! I admit, my aunt and I just live in an apartment, that's it. I'm not working for S.H.I.E.L.D, heck I'm never. I was invited for the Avengers, I declined. And after the war? I died. It is not just you who lost someone. Who lost yourself. I lost myself too! I fucking died! It was at the hands of my mentor! He hugged me as I turned into ash! I didn't wanna go. I felt, every deaths! Every single one! So don't blame me for having fame! I never wanted this, I never wanted to be a superhero. But it changed when my uncle said, "WITH GREAT POWERS COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY" he died in my arms. He was shot, I could have done everything but I didn't!" Peter was now crying.

Tears flew down his face. Everybody, everyone in all sorts heard this. This was just a kid, a kid that could live a normal life but instead he used his powers to help them. To help save the world.

"That doesn't change anything!" the man spoke. They were about to burn the pole but someone threw rocks. "Don't hurt Spiderman!" A little child. He was crying as well. "He saved my father from mugglers." the boy said again.

Peter smiled. He heard people shouting praises. And throwing stones. At the corner of his eyes he saw a suit. His "fathers" suit.

"You don't hurt my son." a man said. His voice saying the term... "I am Iron Man."

There stood in glory, his mentor, friend and mostly his father.

The Avengers got in line. May and his two friends with them. They glared daggers too the two man.

And all hell broke loose. The Avengers started fighting to get to Peter. Thor flew and got to Peter.

He cuts the tie and grabs Peter.

Setting him aside they, his family surrounded him. Bruce pushed through.

He instantly checked Peter.

Realising he was fine and his healing worked on it.

"Oh Peter..." May said hugging him.

Peter couldn't stop the tears from coming down.

He cried, his friends following May's lead hugged him.

He heard a cry. He looked over and saw the child who was the first one who threw rocks was crying. The kidnappers were heading their way and the building was about to collapse.

He ran as fast as he can. Pushing the two muggers with his strength, he held the building, the kid stood up and ran.

Peter was in the midst of a panic attack. The building was gonna collapse. But it felt light.

He saw Steve and the rest of the Avengers helping him.

He smiled. "Thank you." they managed to pull the building out of the way and he heard shouts.

"Spiderman!"

He received praises in all sorts.

Then he heard his theme song.

"Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can. Can he swing form a web, yes he can..." the people was singing.

He was now crying. Peter pulled his friends into a hug. He sang. "Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can... Can he swing? From a web? Yes he can... Cause... Look out here comes the Spiderman."

His voice muffled through some lines but he finished.

"Oh come on! Why does he get a theme song and we don't???" Peter laughed. Clint just pouted.

That was how the world new Spiderman.
Spiderman, a kid who saved the world.

A kid who is too young but still lives.

A kid who lost everything but still loves.

And finally, a kid who is named Peter Benjamin Parker, the son of Tony Stark, our Very own Spiderman.

And this is done. Sorry for the long wait.

I was busy, my mom came home and then she is now in the hospital, so that's why I haven't uploaded. But don't worry. I'm back in action and will take request again.

So thank you... LuciferxLarry for the request.

And for those who read my other book, there will be a surprise for that. I would be able to upload it on Sunday.

Thank you for the reads, votes and comments.

I love you guys, thank you for waiting.

Keep smiling and never give up.

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