"Pete?"

"Yeah, Sasha?"

"I'm really bored."

"Me too, Sasha."

Peter was stuck with babysitting duty. The adults were all out on a mission, and since Peter was still grounded for another two days from his suit, he wasn't allowed to go. Cause that's really fair.

They had been playing connect four for the past hour, which had gotten old fast, considering how weirdly good at it Sasha was.  She beat Peter almost every time, which was pretty sad.  Now, they were sitting around.

"Can I have a tea party with Spider-Man?"  She asked tentatively.  "It's been a long time."

Really, it had only been a week or two, but Peter wasn't going to argue with a four year old over that.

"You know I want to Sasha.  But Uncle Steve and Uncle Tony have it for now, so I can't use it."  Peter wouldn't have minded the tea party, it would have given them something to do, but, of course, being grounded kind of sucks.

"Did you do something bad?"  She asked, sitting up from being sprawled across the couch.

Peter hesitated.  "Yes.  Yes I was, Sasha.  I did something I wasn't supposed to do and I got in trouble."

"Why'd you do it?"  She asked, crawling over to Peter and hovering her face above his.  Her hairs landed across Peters' face.

"I don't know."  He ignored the hairs tickling his face.  "I was upset, I guess."

"Nothing a tea party can't fix!"  Sasha leapt up and ran off the couch.  "We can have a Sasha and Peter tea party!"

Peter chuckled softly.  "Sure, Sash.  Why not?"

"I'll get the silverware!"  Sasha ran into her room to grab the tea party set she had in there. 

Peter smiled faintly and walked to the kitchen.  He grabbed a kettle and filled it up with water.  He set it on the stove and started heating it up.  He leaned against the counter and waited.

"Sir, there seems to be men at the door."  FRIDAY knocked him out of the daze he had been in.  "They seem to have-"

The rest of her speech was cut off by static and then silence.  That could not be good.

Peters' mind was working at a mile per minute.  He needed to get Sasha.  And preferably his suit, but he didn't see that happening.

His eyes widened.  If only he had his phone.  Then he might have been able to call his dads.  But, la dee da, that was gone too.

He bolted out of the kitchen and made his way to his room.  Luckily, he kept an extra web shooter in his room.  He hadn't used it since he was grounded because he felt he didn't deserve to use it anyway.  Now, he kind of needed to.He threw open the shelf and grabbed it.  He slid it on his wrist as he rushed to Sasha's room as fast as he could.  Once he reached it, he slammed the door shut upon entry.

Sasha looked up at him.  "Petey?  What's going on?"  She asked, tea set bag in hand.

"We need to stay quiet, Sasha," he said quickly in a hushed tone.  Of course, having just slammed the door, he was not setting a great example, but he pushed that thought aside.  "Like hide and seek, okay?"

Sasha looked confused but nodded.  "Okay..."

Bang.

Peter turned towards the door.  It sounded like a gunshot had come from a few floors below.  He winced and looked at an even more confused Sasha.

"Here, let's hide in your closet, mkay?  Hide and seek, remember?"  He heard more gunshots echoing and tried to stay calm for Sasha.

She nodded once again and opened up her closet, filing in with Peter quickly entering after.  He quietly shut the door behind them as he heard a door being knocked down nearby.

"Nothing," he heard faintly outside the door.  His eyebrows shot up as he realized that must've been his room that they broke into.  "The kid wasn't there.  Neither was the suit or phone."

"Kid probably got it taken away for the conference debacle," another man added.  "Ha, that was perfect.  Just what we needed, and she doesn't even know what we're doing."

Peter nearly cursed before quickly deciding against it.  Partly because of the four year old beside him, mostly because of the men outside the door.

Of course it was them.  Why wouldn't it be them?  Only the people who had been bothering him about his personal life.  The emotional terrorists.

Sasha looked terrified.  Peter was just glad that she wasn't old enough to realize the even bigger picture about how they knew his identity.  She looked up at Peter, who was formulating a plan.

"Sasha," he whispered as quietly as he could while being loud enough so she could still hear him, "You stay here.  I'm going to get them away."

Before Sasha could say anything, he quickly and quietly opened the closet door.  He climbed up the wall and onto the ceiling before shooting a web at the closet so it would stay closed.   Sasha wouldn't be getting out, and no one would be getting in.  He heard pounding at the door.  They would see him if they only looked up.  He looked at the closet and hesitated before using his web to pull open the window.  He glanced at the pulsing door before leaping out.

He swung around so he was crawling on the wall.  He heard a bang as the door seemed to crumble.

"Please stay silent," Peter muttered in fear for Sasha as he crawled along the outside of the building towards his room.

He glanced inside at his room.  No one.  He opened his window and quickly got inside.  His door had been broken and he could hear voices in Sasha's room. 

As quiet as he could, he stepped across the floor and out of the room.  He saw three men in Sasha's room and no men down the hall that he could see, but they were probably there somewhere.

He moved up the hallway as silent as possible.  He shot a web at the gun in one mans hand, pulling it to him and causing them to all look at him.

He held the gun in his hands. "Hey! Emotional terrorists! I'm right here!" He aimed the gun at the men, who all laughed. It wasn't hard to tell that he couldn't shoot a gun. Natasha had offered to teach him, but it reminded him of Pietro, so he had always backed out.

"Don't make me shoot," Peter warned. "Get out or I'll shoot!" If they already knew who he was, might as well just do it without a mask.

Please tell me the emergency system went off, he thought as his trembling hands pointed the gun at the men.

There was usually an alert that went off whenever Tony was out and FRIDAY lost communications. Also, the security cameras must have seen them. His dads had to be coming. They just probably wouldn't be coming soon enough.

"Please, as if you would shoot us." The man who spoke took a step closer. "Everyone who would has left. And one you've been trying oh so desperately to get in touch with over the past week or so, haven't you?"

Peter froze. "No. Don't bring them into this. Please." He tried to bring himself to shoot it, but his finger trembled more and more as he got closer to the trigger.

"They haven't responded, right? What if they're dead? You'd have no idea.  They probably don't even care about you anyway."

"Shut up!" Peter yelled and finally pulled the trigger.

It hit the only talking man in the leg, causing him to let out a groan.

"I'm impressed," the man chuckled. "But not enough."

The men beside him stepped back and tried to open the closet.

"Leave her alone, or I swear this will go in your chest!" Peter shot a web at the men's arms, attaching them to the wall.

The man shook his head. "Let's just get this over with." He nodded in Peter's direction. He felt almost like a sense that he needed to move and darted to the left. Peter looked behind him as he heard a gunshot. He gulped as he saw a bullet fly past him.  Three more men stood behind him.  Great.

"Oh for the love of all that is holy, just hit him!"

If it was hard to dodge one bullet, try dodging five to ten of them coming from different directions in a small hallway and with no suit.  He jumped around, dodging them as best as he could, but felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and leg.  He let out a small cry and heard Sasha screaming in the closet as he hit the floor again.  The gun that he had held fell to the floor with him.

He shot webs over his wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding.  He looked up at the men now surrounding him.  One grabbed his arm and snatched the web shooters off while another grabbed the gun.

"Is this all some sick joke to you?"  He spat.  "A game?"

"It's a game that we get paid for, bud," a new one said.  "And believe me, it's nice to finally put Spider-Man in his place."

Peter tried to kick at the man but failed, causing them all to erupt into laughter.

The main one kicked him in the jaw, causing Peter to fall back.  He was outnumbered, five to one.  There was no way he was going to beat them.

He began to drift in and out of consciousness.  As he drifted back in, he heard the sound of footsteps, thundering across the floor.  He saw the men share a look before running towards the sound of the footsteps.

As he drifted off again, he heard a voice call his name.  Unable to answer, he did his best to turn his head.

"Peter?!"  He heard again, closer.  When his head finished turning, he saw Uncle Bruce and Captain America - his pops, running towards him.

"Sasha," Peter breathed, "she's in the closet..."

Bruce nodded and rushed over to the closet, seeing webs on the closet and on the wall from where the men had been stuck for a short time.

Steve grabbed Peter and picked him up, inspecting his wounds.  The wound on his leg was bleeding through the webbing.

"I tried.." Peter held onto his Pops weakly.  "I tried to stop them... but I was outnumbered and suit-less and- and-"

And they were in my head, he thought. 

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay."  He looked up from Peter and said into his earpiece, "I've got him!  Bruce has Sasha!  I'm going down to the med bay now.  Keep taking them down and come when available, Tony." 

"Got it.  We're basically done now.  Idiots thought they stood a chance.  Especially the one with the hurt leg."

Peter chuckled softly, his vision going in and out of focus.  "I did manage to do something," he muttered.  He hadn't been able to beat them like he'd hoped.

Steve laughed and carried him down the stairs to the med bay, the elevator offline thanks to the men.  "You kept them from getting Sasha, that's something.  Bruce and Nat were worried when Tony got the alert.  They knew you would do what you could, but we had no idea how many people had come, or if it was a false alarm or what.  We were lucky the mission ended right after the alarm was sent."

Steve paused as they arrived outside the medical bay.  "Did they... did they find out who you are?"

Peter already knew what he had to say.  He had been thinking about it ever since Steve picked him up.

"No.  They came here looking for Spider-Man, but I told them he wasn't there and that he was on the mission with you.  Upset, they attacked me.  I managed to use a spare web shooter to web the closet door shut before they came in and then I hid it so they wouldn't know it was me.  I planned on using one of their guns against them, but that failed..."

Sounded believable enough to him.  And Steve seemed to believe it enough.  "As long as you're okay and your secret is safe."

Peter did his best to nod.  He was alive and they thought his identity was still a secret to everyone but them and Ned.  Cause that's all that really matters.

Right?