A/N: Hey everyone! I am SO happy that you have stuck with me so far and have continued reading this crappy fanfic! Please please don't be silent readers. Your comments are what keep me going. I am really struggling with knowing if I should continue this or not. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next part. With that said, lets get reading!

As we head towards where Spider-Man was spotted, I adjust my earpiece so that it sits comfortably against my ear. Tony and the others should be listening to our interaction from the living room with the ability to talk to me, Clint, and Steve to help us on our mission. I think back to what Clint said about the rumors revolving around Spider-Man's fights. What are his powers? How strong is he? Are those rumors true?

Ugh. I huff to myself. How do we know basically nothing about this guy?

My thought bubble bursts when Steve stops in front of us. "We're getting close. What's our plan?" He asks me and Clint.

I pause for a moment before answering, "Since we don't have much info we should probably just approach him. Fury said to do everything we could to get him in a nonviolent way."

Clint nods, "I agree. We should assess his morals as well. Do we even know how violent this guy is?"

Steve starts running again towards our destination. When we round the corner of the roof of the building we are on, we spot a figure in red and blue crouching on the edge of the roof of the building next to ours, relaxed and surveying the city. We make sure he can't see us as we lurk in the shadows, unsure of when to reveal ourselves. After a moment of silence Spider-Man tenses up and his head rotates slightly in our direction.

Steve glances at us puzzled, his face reflecting what we're all thinking: He couldn't have possibly seen us. Does he know we are here?

Before we have the opportunity to move from our position, Spider-Man's head whips away from us and he jumps up, his whole body tense with energy. He takes off across the rooftops and swings away.

"Uh.... guys? What just happened?" Clint wonders out loud.

For once I am baffled as well, "I... I have no idea."

Our coms crackle for the first time and Tony's voice echoes in my head, "Well, don't just stand there. Follow him!"

All three of us spring into action, running in the same direction Spider-Man disappeared to. After a few minutes we stop and spin around, "Where'd he go?"

Steve lets out a frustrated huff, "Tony, do you have anything? We lost him."

"FRIDAY?"

"I have not heard anything about Spider-Man since he was lost, sir."

Tony growls, "Well I guess you guys should jus-"

He gets cut off as FRIDAY interrupts, "An apartment fire has just been reported with Spider-Man at the scene. The officials are struggling to get it under control. If you follow 12th Avenue you should be able to see the smoke in a minute or two."

I leap along the rooftops lining 12th Avenue, glancing behind me to make sure the two pea-brains were following me, "Come on!"

In no time at all I'm staring down at the hectic scene. The fire is burning so hot that even from where I'm standing I can feel the intense heat.

A figure crashes out of a window on one of the top floors and swings down to the paramedics, handing two unconscious children to them. After making sure they'll be okay, Spider-Man turns around, about to rush back into the building, when a police officer stops him. They seem to exchange a hasty conversation where the police officer gestures to the building, shaking his head. Spider-Man claps him on the shoulder and dismisses him, swinging up into the window he exited from.

After witnessing the exchange, we leap down into the fray and pick out the figure barking out orders to everyone.

Steve strides to the chief and taps him on the shoulder, "Sir, is there anything we can do to help?"

He spins around and his eyes grow wide before he quickly collects himself again, "There're still a few individuals in the building but the main thing we need right now is clearing all of the civilians out of harm's way."

"What about the people trapped in the building?"

He gives us a reassuring smile, "Spider-Man arrived when we did. He's been pulling people out ever since," the chief turns and gestures to the injured being tended to, "All of these lives were saved because of him. I trust him to get the few left out safely."

Our conversation's interrupted when a firefighter rushes up, "Sir, the fire's spread to the supports of the building. I don't know how much longer it's going to stand."

Panic briefly crosses over the chief's face before he barks out, "We need these civilians out of the way NOW! The building's lost, we need to clear out."

"But Spider-Man sir..."

"I know, I know!" He rubs his weary face with his hand, "I'm going to stay here with two paramedics for when Spider-Man comes out with the last two people stuck in there. The rest of you clear out NOW!"

He spins to face us, "And you three, go help him!"

We are briefly shocked at his commanding tone towards us before we rush off to herd everyone away from the danger zone. After a few minutes, thumps can be heard from the front of the building before the wall gives out. Spider-Man tumbles out with two figures slung over his shoulders. He turns midair to land on his back, protecting the two people he had moved on top of him.

The three figures who hadn't evacuated rush to help him. The paramedics take the two unconscious adults while the chief helps Spider-Man limp out of harm's way. Just as they make it out of the danger zone, the building starts to collapse into itself, crashing to the earth with a loud boom.

We finish rounding up everyone before we turn and rush to where the little group is tending to the last three figures who left the building. However, two police officers step in our path before we can reach them, "The chief and Spider-Man are busy right now."

I glare at them but they stand there, unfazed.

Clint is the first one to take the hint, "Come on guys. We can wait." He waves us over to a spot a few yards from where we are standing. With that fiasco over, we turn our full attention to the little scene in front of us.

Spider-Man's protests drift over to us, "It's okay, it's okay. These two need medical care more than me. I heal fast remember?"

The chief growls, "That's not gonna work this time. You barely made it out of there! You've had close calls in the past, but this one's near the top of the list."

"But Greg!" Spider-Man whines in a joking tone, "The ladies consider risking one's life hot."

Greg groans, "Hardy har har. You would think by now I would know that even near death experiences can't stop you from making bad quips."

I arch an eyebrow after hearing that. "Quips?"

Clint chuckles, "Spider-Man's not what I was expecting him to be."

"It sounds like they know each other," Steve comments, "We're going to have to talk to, uh, what was his name?"

"Greg," I answer.

"Yes, Greg."

"Guys, quiet," Clint shushes us, "I'm still listening."

I turn my attention back to the conversation, catching the last half of Spider-Man's sentence, "-ble. I need to go."

He pushes himself off of the gurney he is sitting on with a grunt. Greg steps in front of him before he can go anywhere, "Nuh uh Mister. The city of New York can wait for a night. I am done just letting you get seriously injured and then leave."

A chuckle escapes the wounded hero, "I'm sorry to disappoint sir, but I'm being called," he taps his head.

Greg's shoulders sag in defeat, "Fine. But if you don't show up at the next emergency I'm at I will personally hunt you down, whether you're in a costume or not."

Spider-Man groans, "But Greeeeggg," he whines, "You know how much my secret identity means to me."

"Fine. But you have been warned," Greg scolds before moving out of the hero's way.

"Thanks." A thwip rings across the burnt site as he swings away.

I stand up quickly, "Guys! We need to get him!"

Clint puts a hand on my shoulder, "It's okay Nat. Fury asked us to bring him in, but he also wants us to learn more about him. Greg's probably the best bet we have at doing that."

Steve arches an eyebrow, "For once, I agree with Clint."

"Hey!"

Keeping an eye out for any more officers to stop us, we approach Greg, "Excuse me sir," Steve calls out.

Greg turns around, lifting his eyebrows at us, "Oh, I thought you guys would've left by now."

Steve cocks his head, "Why?"

Greg glances in the direction Spider-Man disappeared before facing the trio completely and crossing his arms, "Do you want my honest opinion? Because I have no problem dishing it out to you. Unlike some people, I am not intimidated by you all. I have my job, and you guys have yours."

I nod in approval, "That's the right mindset there. And yes, be honest."

Greg looks all three of us in the eye, "I thought you guys would've already left because you Avengers seem to not care much about what goes on underneath that big tower of yours. I don't know why you guys showed up at this fire, but I bet it wasn't because you guys were concerned about those stuck in there," he waves his arm at the ashes of the building.

His words slap us in the face. Not because of their harshness, but because of their truth. I know that if we weren't hunting down Spider-Man here, we wouldn't have even known about this fire.

Clint gets over his shock first, "You know what? You're right and I'm sorry for that."

Greg scoffs, "If you're truly sorry, I'll be seeing you guys at the next emergency. I know I'll be seeing Spider-Man there, and that is one of the biggest comforts I can get that my stressful job may actually have a good ending that day."

I let those words sink in before I ask my next question, "Speaking of Spider-Man, you seem to know him pretty well."

"Why wouldn't I? He cares about 'the little guys' as he puts it. He risks his life every single day to help us out. I see him all of the time. It's inevitable that I would get to know him."

"Well, what's your opinion of him then?" Steve inquires.

A slight smile flits across Greg's face, "My opinion is very very high. The Daily Bugle might peg him as a menace, but he's the exact opposite. He is selfless, caring, loyal, funny at times, and one of the most positive people I have ever met. He has all of my respect, and the respect of the majority of the officers of this city. I honestly have no idea why you guys are even asking that question, because if you cared enough to ask about him on the streets, you would come across so many stories about him saving people."

"So the people of New York like him?"

"They do. I mean, there's always those supporting the Daily Bugle, but the majority of us support Spider-Man fully. Anyone you talk to in New York has either been helped, or knows someone who's been helped by Spider-Man. He literally carries in groceries for people and just chats with those he comes across that need support right then. Now, if you excuse me, I'm needed elsewhere." He gives each of us a respectful nod before he heads off to help his teammates.

We stand there for a minute stunned, before heading back to the tower. Steve speaks up first, "Wow. I didn't expect that."

"But what did we expect?" Clint says, "A person just doing this for the fame? A fake?"

I shrug.

Our earpieces crackle for the first time in ages, making us all jump, "I guess we have some more research we need to do huh?" Tony asks.

"We totally forgot to ask about his powers," Sam complains.

"Hey, it's your job to remind us about that stuff," I reply.

"It's 11pm right now," Tony states, "Do you think we'll be able to come across Spider-Man again before you guys head back in?"

"I don't know," I reply, "Greg did say that he helps the people of New York a lot. He could still be out, even with his injuries."

"I say we give it fifteen minutes till we call it a night," Clint offers.

"Sounds good to me," I agree.

As we wait we discuss with the rest of the team the events of the night. Within ten minutes or so, FRIDAY interrupts us, "Spider-Man just stopped a robbery on the corner of 102nd Street and Fifth Avenue."

"Lets head out team," Steve waves us forward.

Within just a few minutes we arrive at the robbery, where the police are just wrapping up. I approach one of them, "Sir, did you see where Spider-Man went?"

He glances at me suspiciously before answering, "He left just before you guys got here. I saw him swing that way," He points up a side street.

"Thanks sir." I walk towards Steve and Clint, "He went that way," I repeat to them, nodding my head in the said direction, "He's probably on a rooftop so lets start up there."

After a few minutes of searching we stumble upon him sitting on the edge of a rooftop, reminding me of when we first saw him. We stop just out of his sight, content with studying him for a minute.

His costume is ripped and burnt, and he seems to be favoring his right side, the one I believe he fell on when crashing out of the burning building. He's swinging his legs against the wall, gazing at the stars. His mask is moving where his jaw is, so he must be talking to someone. I sadly can't catch anything because of how softly he's talking. I take a step back when he tenses again, just like the last time we tracked him down.

In the blink of an eye he's on his feet, spinning around to face us, his eyes roaming the rooftops, searching for us, "I know you're there. You might as well come out."

We stay frozen till his wandering eyes pick us out, "There you guys are. Wait..." He squints at us and then groans loudly, "Ugh, what will it take for you guys to get the hint that I want to be left alone. Tell Fury he already knows my answer. I keep my identity secret for a reason. Specifically to protect those I love, so you guys can just leave now. Go kill some torture bots or track down a murderous group of ninjas that steal cupcake recipes or whatever else you guys do."

"We're not leaving just yet," Steve retorts while stepping out of the shadows.

Spider-Man's eyes widen and he takes a step back, closer to the edge, "Wow. He finally sent the Avengers after me, huh? That's gonna make this difficult."

"Son, we just want you to come with us quietly. That's all we ask." Steve explains.

"Yeah... How 'bout no."

I take a step forward, "We were sent here to offer you a spot on the Avengers."

His body posture morphs into one of disbelief, "An Avenger? Really?"

Clint bounces excitedly on the balls of his feet, "I know. Cool right?!"

Spider-Man takes a deep breath, "I'm sorry, but my answer's no."

Clint stops bouncing, "No? What...but....why? We're the Avengers!"

"See? See that right there? That is one of the reasons why. Yes, the Avengers save the world and people fawn over them. The majority of them would just die for a spot on the Avengers. But you guys only save the world. You only come out of your tower when you are called to stop these huge problems. But what is really needed is for you to help people, to help those around you. To help the little guys. That's what I do. That's what I love doing! Fury has asked my intentions multiple times and I will answer him now. I am not seeking fame, power, or recognition. I do this because I want to help the people of my city. I love helping people. When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you."

"I understand that son, but we need your identity at least." Steve explains, stepping towards him.

Spider-Man turns to face him head on, "You see though, you guys don't get it. If you did, you would be out helping the people of the city you live in. I suggest you guys try to truly understand this before I can even think about joining you guys. Anywho, my curfew is almost up so I need to skedaddle. Bye!"

He gives us a quick salute before swinging off, disappearing into the night.

Peter's POV:

I was stoked when the time for me to go out on Patrol finally rolled around. I put on my suit, grab my phone, and slip on the earpiece. Swinging between the buildings brings a smile to my face and I whoop while doing a few front flips as I fly above the busy streets below me.

I land on the top of an apartment building and crouch down, waiting for a call of action. "FABAE, I want you to turn off your access to the mask and rely only on the earpiece right now. I need to be able to test it out properly."

"Okay Peter, but if it fails while you are in danger I will switch back to the mask."

"I wouldn't ask for anything else."

After a few moments of silence my Spidey Sense tugs at the back of my mind: Figures, Adjacent rooftop, Minor threat

I automatically tense up and my head rotates slightly in the direction of the possible threat, ready for action.

I shift my weight into an even stance that will allow me to jump easily into action if needed. I stay crouched in anticipation, debating on whether I should reveal my card of knowing that I'm being watched.

Just as I decide to confront them, my Spidey Sense blares: Fire, Major threat, HURRY

My body thrums with energy as I hop to my feet and take off in the direction of the fire, disregarding the figures watching me to turn my full attention to the immediate emergency. With how hard my head is buzzing, I know that many lives are in danger.

Within minutes I come across the fire raging quickly through an apartment building. A crowd has already formed, helping the survivors to safety. I swing down and land in the chaos just as a multitude of fire trucks and police cars come screeching to a stop next to me.

Greg steps out of one of the fire trucks and rushes over to me, "Spider-Man! What's happening?"

"I just got here too, but from what I can gather the bottom floors have been evacuated, but the people on the top two floors can't get out."

He takes a deep breath to settle his nerves, nodding his head slowly, "Okay, my team will focus on saving the supports of the building so that it doesn't come down with the people in there. The officers are going to gather everyone to safety and give them medical attention."

I glance up at the fire, bouncing on my toes, preparing myself, "Okay, sounds good. I'm going to go do my job."

Greg claps me on the back, "Good luck. Stay safe. I know you'll do it."

I give him a shaky smile through the mask, even though he can't see it, "Thanks."

Greg turns and barks orders at the officers on the scene as I swing up to the second to last floor and break through a window.

"FABAE, how many people are stuck on this floor? I added a lot of abilities to the earpiece so you should be able to do this."

"Seven people Peter. Five to the left of you and two on your right. The two to your right are currently in the most risk of further injury."

I take off running towards them, avoiding falling debris, some of which had fallen in front of the stair exits, "Okay, let's do this."

When I get to the right apartment, I kick down the door and rush into the main room, "Hello? Anyone here? I'm here to help."

"Over here," A raspy male voice says.

I round the corner into the next room and their eyes go wide when they see me, "Spider-Man?"

I rush over to them, revealing a man hugging his pregnant wife. I silently thank the heavens that I was able to get to them in time.

I pick up the woman bridle style and turn to her husband, "I need you to climb onto my back after I kick this window out. Let's get you out of here where you can breath clean air."

I balance myself so I wouldn't fall over as I break through the window with my foot, the glass shattering outwards. While her husband is getting on my back the woman pats my arm, getting my attention, "What about you? The smoke inhalation..." She trails off into a fit of coughing.

"Don't worry about me. My mask has a filter," I reassure her.

Once the man is secure, I swing down to the paramedics and put them down, immediately swinging back into the building.

I'm quickly able to do the same to the other five people on that floor before entering the final floor.

FABAE pipes up, "There are four life forms, grouped together on your left."

I sprint down the hall, aware of the quickly growing intensity of the heat and the thick smoke enveloping the hallway.

"Hello?" I call out as I enter another apartment, this one a bit bigger than the others.

"Spider-Man? Help! Over here!"

I pinpoint the voice and run to it, entering a bedroom. A mother sits next to an unconscious child on the floor whose leg is stuck under a chunk of ceiling, the father trying in vain to get the child out. Another kid, about a year younger, is slumped against the wall, his eyelids fluttering as he drifts in and out of consciousness.

The woman runs up to me, coughing, "Please, please, my babies! Get them out first!"

"You got it ma'am!" I rush over and lift up the debris covering the child, allowing the father to pull her out. I quickly swing both of the kids over my shoulders before turning to the parents, "Stay here. I'll be back for you soon." They nod at me and glance at each other.

"Peter, you need to move fast. The supports of the building are failing. It will collapse soon," FABAE's voice warns in a stressed and worried tone.

I run to the window and burst out of it, feet first so the children don't get scratched by the glass, saving the time it would have taken to kick it out.

I swing down and set them on a gurney, making sure the paramedics have them before turning around to save their parents. However, before I can take off, a police officer stops me.

He points to the building, "Spider-Man! The buildings about to collapse. You're not going to make it!"

I clap him on the shoulder, "Saving people's my job, no matter the risks involved. You need to have more faith in me man," I say the last sentence in a teasing tone.

The police officer, who must be a new recruit, stares at me in shock as I take off and swing myself back into the window. The kids' parents are now slumped against the wall, flickering in and out of consciousness.

Because of my heightened senses, I can feel the buildings foundation start to crack. I quickly scoop the two up onto my shoulders and start to head for the window. My head rings before I take my second step: Jump back, NOW

I jump to the other side of the room just before a large piece of the ceiling collapses in front of the window, falling to the floor with a boom.

No no no no no. That was my exit! I look around frantically, my nerves clouding my thoughts.

"Peter!" FABAE snaps at me, grounding me back to my situation, "Kick out the wall!"

I nod my head and start kicking at the wall, feeling it give under my force, even though I'm weak from all of my burns and exhaustion. I can feel the buildings supports start to give out one by one and know that I only have one chance of getting out.

I take a couple steps back before charging at the wall, bursting through it. I realize midair that I'm not going to have time to stop us from falling before hitting the ground. The world seems to slow around me as I move the two adults on top of me just before I hit the ground with a loud thud. I scream as the sound of bones snapping echo through the air.

Spots cloud my vision as someone takes the two adults off of me and I am lifted up to lean against a shoulder. We rush as much as I can in this condition, making it into the safety zone just in time. I'm laid down and gentle hands start tending to the worst of my burns, making sure to respect my identity and only cut off the parts of my costume they absolutely need to.

Within a few minutes, my vision clears and I'm able to sit up. Greg spots me and walks over with a face of 'You are in so much trouble mister.'

I wave off the paramedics as Greg walks over, "It's okay, it's okay. These two need medical care more than me. I heal fast remember?"

But before they can leave, he gives them a pointed glare, telling them not to give in, "That's not gonna work this time. You barely made it out of there! You've had close calls in the past, but this one's near the top of the list."

I roll my eyes under my mask. In reality though, I see Greg as a father figure. And I'm pretty sure that he has been around me enough that he's figured out how young I actually am. Especially because I can't seem to keep my guard up with him around.

I smile and say something I knew would annoy him further: A quip.

"But Greg!" I jokily whine, "The ladies consider risking one's life hot."

He glares at me, but I can see his lips twitch into a small smile, "Hardy har har. You would think by now I would know that even near death experiences can't stop you from making bad quips."

I pretend to sassily flip my hair, "I created quips. No one can take away my creation."

Greg rolled his eyes at me. He actually rolled his eyes!

"Hey! I saw that."

He softly glares at me, "Good, you deserve it."

I gasp and put my hand on my heart, pretending to be offended, "How dare you! You should know that I --"

I'm cut off as my Spidey Sense rings again: Trouble

"Don't even think about it." Greg warns, recognizing when my Spidey Sense goes off.

"I have to. It's my job and I chose to do this. Getting hurt's just an occupational hazard. Someone's in trouble and I need to go." I stand up with a grunt, my suit rubbing painfully on my burns, even though they are already healing nicely.

Greg steps in front of me, trapping me between him and the gurney, "Nuh uh Mister. The city of New York can wait for a night. I am done just letting you get seriously injured and then leave."

I chuckle at him, "I'm sorry to disappoint sir, but I'm being called," I tap my head, effectively reminding him that I know something is happening that I have the ability to prevent.

Greg stares at me for a moment, his gaze piercing through me. His shoulders sag in defeat after a few seconds, "Fine. But if you don't show up at the next emergency I'm at I will personally hunt you down, whether you're in a costume or not."

I groan at him, knowing that he always keeps his word, including his threats, "But Greeeeggg. You know how much my secret identity means to me."

"Fine. But you have been warned," Greg scolds me before he steps to the side, allowing me to pass.

"Thanks," I say before swinging away towards whatever my Spidey Sense is warning me about.

I end up swinging to a jewelry store, which is being robbed. I enter the building and stop in front of three robbers, who are grabbing jewelry from the display cases and stuffing it into a bag, "Hey guys! What's up?"

They spin around. "Spider-Man!" One says, spitting my name out like it's a tomato. Ugh. I HATE tomatoes. So gross. Can't even manage to swallow them.

"Hey guys! Are we playing Monopoly? 'Cause I don't think you have a Get Out of Jail Free Card, which is too bad, because you're going to need it."

Rather than laughter, which my amazing jokes deserve, I get scowls and menacing growls.

"Fine. Be that way," I pout as I jump into action, quickly webbing them up before swinging away.

After a minute or two I sit down on the edge of a tall building, providing me with a beautiful view of the city, "Thanks for coming on Patrol with me tonight FABAE."

"No problem Peter. I would have made you regret not taking me out on patrol."

A chuckle escapes me, "I'm glad that the earpiece works. And guess what?!" I say excitedly.

"What?" FABAE answers, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

"Having those figures come made me realize that I don't want people to hear when I'm talking to you. So I'm going to make a mute command in my mask! It shouldn't take very long at all. I was thinking that I would just have to click through my teeth to activate and deactivate it. What do you think?"

FABAE pauses, thinking about it, "I believe that is a smart decision."

"Great! I'll do that tomorrow then!" A bubble of excitement forms in my chest. I love creating new things and upgrading my equipment.

Approaching figures, minor threat

My muscles tighten and I sigh, Why can't people just leave me alone?! You know what? I am so done with this.

With that thought in mind, I jump up and spin around to face them, "I know you're there. You might as well come out."

I squint at them and recognize their trained stances. I've only been followed by figures who are trained like that originating from one organization.....

I groan, "Ugh, what will it take for you guys to get the hint that I want to be left alone. Tell Fury he already knows my answer. I keep my identity secret for a reason. Specifically to protect those I love, so you guys can just leave now. Go kill some torture bots or track down a murderous group of ninjas that steal cupcake recipes or whatever else you guys do."

"We're not leaving yet," The biggest shadow says while all three of them step out of the darkness.

Wait... are those... those are the FREAKING AVENGERS! AAAHHHHH!!! I try to calm down my fanboying as I come face-to-face with some of my childhood heroes. Wait, why are they here? Oh no...

I take a step back, closer to the edge for a quicker escape, "Wow. He finally sent the Avengers after me, huh? That's gonna make this difficult."

Captain America speaks up, "Son, we just want you to come with us quietly. That's all we ask."

"Yeah... How 'bout no."

Black freaking Widow steps forward, "We were sent here to offer you a spot on the Avengers."

My voice is filled with disbelief as I answer, "An Avenger? Really?"

"I know. Cool right?!" Hawkeye (No fanboying Spidey. Not right now...) comments.

Even though I am curious and slightly proud of getting this invitation, I don't have to even think about my choice. I need to protect my friends and family. And the Avengers don't deal with the little crimes around here or the little moments where people just need help in general. Those moments are what makes my days. I love doing this, and an offer, even as amazing as this one, won't stop me from doing so.

"I'm sorry, but my answer's no."

Hawkey's eyebrows shoot up, "No? What...but....why? We're the Avengers!"

I am SO done with this. I'm done being tracked.

I blow up at them as I let my emotions get the best of me, "See? See that right there? That is one of the reasons why. Yes, the Avengers save the world and people fawn over them. The majority of the population would just die for a spot on the Avengers. But you guys only save the world. You only come out of your tower when you're called to stop these huge problems. But what is really needed is for you to help people, to help those around you. To help the little guys. That's what I do. That's what I love doing! Fury's asked my intentions multiple times and I will answer him now. I am not seeking fame, power, or recognition. I do this because I want to help the people of my city. I love helping people. When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you."

All three look slightly frazzled from my blunt words, but after a moment Captain America steps forward, "I understand that son, but we need your identity at least."

I look him straight in the eyes, even though he can't see mine under my mask, "You see though, you guys don't get it. If you did, you would be out helping the people of the city you live in. I suggest you guys try to truly understand this before I can even think about joining you guys. Anywho, my curfew is almost up so I need to skedaddle. Bye!"

I give them a quick salute before allowing myself to fall off of the building, swinging away towards home.

Jeez, I didn't mean to be so harsh with them. I chuckle. Greg was probably harsher though. He doesn't hide his opinions.

By the time I get home, I'm so exhausted I just fall onto my bed. I'm out like a light.