Two days had past by quickly. Most of that time, Peter stayed in his room. He was without a phone, without a suit, overall just bored.

His dads would come in occasionally.  They'd try to talk to him, but Peter only was partly paying attention. He felt... empty.

One day, his Dad came in with a laptop. Peter looked him up and down, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"You might want to see this," he said, passing him the laptop, which was open to an article.

Peter Rogers-Stark attacks classmate?
Article by E.B.

Peter Rogers-Stark, son of Ironman and Captain America - two of 'earths mightiest heroes' - may not be as much as a hero as we might have once thought.

Two days ago, Midtown School Of Science and Technology's Academic Decathlon team were on a reunion trip to a wealthy hotel. It was the second day of the trip when tension started to build between the group.

"He was acting strange the whole trip," Flash Thompson, kid who got punched told us. "He claims he was sick the first day and 'stayed in his room' for the rest of the day."
Could Mr. Rogers-Stark have skipped? And, if he truly was sick, did that have anything to do with his violent behavior?

Mr. Thompson tells us that they had just started working on answering some questions when Peter got mad at something he said.

"I stated the obvious," Flash said, "He got mad and tried to come for me. When the teacher and his girlfriend tried to calm him down, he seemed fine, but when I apologized, he came after me. He punched me in the nose and broke it."

Peter Rogers-Stark has a violent nature, it would seem. This once thought to be harmless child of two heroes, now is in danger of becoming a villain himself. You start off breaking kids noses, then, soon enough, you're trying to destroy the Avengers.

Peter felt his face grow red. "That little son of a-" Peter shut the laptop and groaned. "I can't believe him!"

"Easy, Pete. I can always try to have it taken down if you'd like." Tony hesitated before resting a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"You take it down here, it's probably gone up somewhere else. What's the point?" He flopped face first into the bed.

Tony sighed. "Peter, I just need to know, did you skip?"

"No!" Peter lied, already upset. "Look, was that all you came in here to do? Show me an article Flash made someone write?"

Tony stood up. "Look.  I just thought you might want to know.  Sorry I tried to let you know what was going on."  And with that, he left the room.

Peter couldn't believe Flash. Did he really have to do that? And he said that he had apologized? He was ready to die.

He spent the rest of the time before the Spidey Press Conference pretty much moping in his room. Not productive, but Peter didn't care at the moment.

And there he was now, outside of the room where a bunch of reporters, teens, citizens and kids were sitting, waiting for Peter to answer their questions.

He looked up at Steve who stood beside him. "Do I have to do this?" He whined, his mask in hand.

Steve nodded. "Look, Pete. It won't be so bad. Just answer their questions for a while, then you're done. Plus, you'll have your dad up there with you. You'll be fine. They just want to know more about Spider-Man."

I mean, I've been an Avenger for almost two years, Peter held back from saying.  And been Spider-Man for more than three.

Before either could say anything, the doors slowly began to open.  Peter scrambled to get his mask on before he was in anyone's line of sight.

When the doors were fully opened and his mask was on, he took a deep breath and flipped into the room and all the way onto the stage.

"Showoff," Tony muttered teasingly out of corner of his mouth.  He clapped along with the group and when the clapping died down, he spoke up and said, "Spider-Man will now answer your questions."

Tony and Peter sat down in front of the microphones they had there. Tony had on so that if there was a question that Peter didn't want to answer.

A reporter stood up from her chair. "Spider-Man, sir. Why did it take so long for you to become an Avenger? And for this press conference to happen?"

"Good question," Peter said, looking over at Tony, who shrugged. "I don't know, it took a while to get a threat where they actually needed more help." Peter shrugged as well. "As for the press conference, I don't know either. That's something.. Tony would have to answer."

"I don't know, either." Tony said into the microphone with a laugh.

The reporter nodded and sat back down.  As she sat down, another reporter stood up.  He walked up to the front, motioning his camera man to follow after him.

"Spider-Man, you seem to be around the Avengers often, specifically Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.  We want to know, what is your relationship with the two?"

Peter glanced at Tony.  "Er, they have been kind of the ones who have shown me the ropes since I've joined.  I'm close with all of them, but Tony and Steve have been the... father figures, I guess."  He looked at Tony as if to ask him if he had done okay.  Tony nodded and faced the group again.

The reporter nodded, looking back at his camera man with a grin.  He thanked Spider-Man and sat back down.

A few more people came up and asked their questions.  One kid - no older than 8 - eventually came up to the front.

"Spider-Man sir?  Have you ever lifted muledeer - Er, meelnear - Thor's hammer?"

Peter smiled.  What a cute kid.  "Mjolnir?  Yes, yes I have.  I don't understand how, but I did."  A few people in the crowd cheered, but Peter could have sworn he heard a scoff.

"T-thank you, sir.  You're my favorite Avenger, by the way."  The kid scurried off to his mom, a huge smile on his face.  The crowd awwed as he sat down.

Peter grinned.  "Thanks buddy."  He couldn't believe he was some kids favorite Avenger.

A teenager that didn't look familiar to Peter walked up to the front.  He wore a red and black hoodie and had something under his arm.  Was that - fan art?  Of what, he couldn't tell, but he thought he vaguely saw a man in a red and black suit.  He was recording Peter with his phone.

"Um, Spider-Man, sir."  He cleared his throat and looked at Peter.  "Relationship with Deadpool."

Before Peter could say anything, Tony quickly interjected.  "As Avengers, none of us really have a relationship with the mercenary.  We've all met before, but haven't carried on anything else." 

The kid looked a bit disappointed.  "Ah, okay.   Also, what is your opinion on Peter Rogers-Stark?"  The kid glanced nervously at Tony, who straightened up a bit.

Peter sighed a bit.  "Well, he seems like a fine kid.  Has some issues to work out, but he's eh.  A little awkward, but eh."

Tony looked at him and raised an eyebrow.  Peter ignored it and looked at the teen.  "Is that all?"

The teen nodded.  "Yes.  Thank you."  He ran back to his seat, chuckling.

A few more questions passed.  Some from kids about what his favorite ice cream flavor was, some from teens about random things, reporters asking things about pretty much just gossip - it wasn't as terrible as Peter originally thought it might be.

A woman stepped up to the front and as soon as Peter saw her, he knew he had seen her before.  He just couldn't remember where.  She wore a cold look on her face, which was not comforting.

"Spider-Man," She said slowly.  "How does it feel to be a murderer?"

The whole room went silent and Peter stared at her in shock.  "Excuse me?"

"How does it feel," she repeated, "to be a murderer?"

Peter immediately remembered who she was and was ready to scream and crawl under his chair.

It was the woman from Sokovia.  The mother of Lillian, the woman who's death he had been responsible for.

"Miss, I never-"

"My daughter," she said bitterly, "my precious Lillian, was killed in Sokovia, because of your foolishness.  Because of Spider-Man's... help."  She scowled at him.  "She was engaged.  She was going to have a life.  Now, she's gone, and it's all Spider-Man's doing."

Peter felt his hands begin to shake.  "Ma'am, I'm sorry.  I tried to help her.  I really did.  I do take responsibility.  Believe me, I do."

"Ma'am, would you sit or leave the premises?"  Tony said, looking back at Happy, who stood in the back of the room. 

"All you Avengers do is harm.  All this heartache and death.  All because of a childish man who decided that he would be a web slinging 'superhero.'"

Peter couldn't take it.  "Press conference is over," he breathed into the microphone.

"Kid..."  Tony said, standing up.

"Press conference is over!"  Peter stood up and shot a web at the microphone, knocking it over.  He heard the woman cursing at him and tried to not stick her in a web cocoon.  He settled with shooting a web at her hand, attaching her hand to the chair beside her.

The crowd went crazy.  He didn't care.  He marched out of the room, being met by Steve.

"Pete..." Steve said quietly, grabbing his arm.

Peter shook Steve's hand off and stormed out of the building, his hands shaking all the while.  As soon as he got outside, he shot a web at a nearby building and swung away.  Away from Stark Tower.  Away from nightmares of the past.  Away from the panic and pain he was feeling.  Away from the grounding he was surely going to receive from his parents. 

Away from everything.