(A/n In this chapter Tony finds out peter is Spider-Man. I liked how he and Tony met in Civil War and their conversation was too pure not to add it in!)

Wanda and I have been under house arrest ever since Mr. Rogers and Mr. Stark fought. Currently, Mr. Rogers is on the run with some of the other Avengers. We were stuck with Vision. As Wanda helplessly flirts with Vision, there's an explosion outside. "What was that?" Wanda asks.

"Please, stay here," Vision leaves. My senses tingle as Wanda uses her magic, getting a knife and sending it across the room. I turn to see who the attack was aimed at. Clint was standing there.

"Guess I should've knocked," he calmly says.

"Yeah. No kidding, Sherlock," I remark.

"Oh, my God! What are you doing here?" Wanda asks.

"Disappointing my kids," he presses his lips together. "I'm supposed to go waterskiing. Come on, Cap needs our help," he grabs Wanda's wrist.

A stern voice speaks up. "Clint!" I turn to see Vision is back. "You should not be here."

"Really? I retire for- what?- five minutes and it all goes haywire?" (I'm not allowed to swear, so the dialogue will be a little different.)

"Please consider the consequences of your actions."

"Despite not liking Mr. Stark right now, I'm not leaving," I speak up.

"Okay. They're considered." Suddenly, Vision gets electrocuted. "Okay, we gotta go," Clint says, rushing to the door.

"Wanda, you can't leave me here," I say.

"It's this way."

"I've caused enough problems."

Clint comes running back to Wanda. "You've gotta help me out here, Wanda."

"I can't just leave Peter here."

"If you wanna mope, go to High School. If you wanna make amends, get off your butt," he stares Wanda in the eyes. "Shoot."

Vision is back on his feet and the two begin fighting again. "Wanda, you're not serious about going, are you?" I ask.

"I'm sorry, Peter."

"Clint, you cannot overpower me."

"I know I can't... But she can," Clint gestures to Wanda.

She takes a defensive stance. "Vision, that's enough. Let him go. I'm leaving."

"I cannot let you do that," he replies.

"I'm sorry," she says before using her magic on him.

"Wanda, if you do this, they'll never stop being afraid of you," Vision calmly says.

"I can't control their fear, but I can control my own," with that, she sends a blast at Vision. It causes him to slam against the floor, making it crumble. He falls through.

"Come on. We got one more stop," Clint says.

Wanda turns to me. "I'm sorry, Peter, but I have to go."

"If you were sorry, you wouldn't be leaving me on my own. You promised me you would always be there when I needed you. I guess promises don't matter to you," I say disappointed. She didn't say another word. She just left. I sulk back to the one place I feel like I could be myself. My bedroom door creaks open and I step inside.

A few hours later, there's a knock on my door. For a moment, I hoped it was Wanda, but then I didn't. She left, after she promised she wouldn't. I feel even more disappointed when Mr. Stark walks in. "Hey, Peter," he says.

"What do you want?" I ask, annoyance heavy in my voice.

"I came here to say I was sorry."

"Wow. The Tony Stark is actually apologizing."

"I'm sorry for disrespecting you're brother like that. In the heat of the moment, I said some things I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled in your face either."

"You did more than disrespect my brother. It's like you didn't even care. By the way, you didn't answer my question. Which was: what do you want?"

"Ah-ah. Me first. Quick question of the rhetorical variety," he pulls out his phone and displays a figure in a Spider-Man costume. "That's you, right?"

"Uh, no. What do- what do you...?" I lie. His glance intensifies.

The video plays. "Yeah. Look at you go," I watch as I catch the car in the video. "Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills," he puts the phone down.

I feel myself beginning to panic, but I wasn't gonna let it show. "That's all on YouTube though right? Because you know that's all fake. It's done on a computer. It's like that video- What was it?"

"Yeah, those UFO's over Phoenix," He grabs a stick and opens a panel on my ceiling. 

"Exactly," my suit falls down.

"What have we here?" I rush over and hide the suit in my clothing.

"Uh, it's, uh..." I breath out.

"So you're the spider-ling? Crime fighting spider? Spider-boy?"

God, I'm so screwed. "Sp-...Spider-Man," I correct.

"Not in that onesie, you're not."

"It's not a onesie," I walk over to my desk and I pick up a screwdriver. "I don't believe this. I was actually having a good day today, you know, Mr. Stark? Didn't miss my train. Found this perfectly good DVD player just sitting there. And algebra test," I tap the screwdriver on the desk. "Nailed it."

"Who else knows? Anybody?"

"Nobody."

"Not even your sister?"

"No, no. No! If she knew she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out."

"You know what I think is really cool this webbing," He throws as web cartridge at me and, without looking, I catch it. I sigh heavily. "That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?"

I toss the cartridge into the small bin in my closet. "I did."

"Climbing walls how do you do that? Adhesive gloves?"

"It's a long story. I was-" Mr. Stark cuts me off.

"Lordy! can you even see in these?" He raises the goggles to his eyes.

"Yes, I can."

"Ah- I'm blind." He teases. I snatch the suit from him and place it in the bin I tossed the cartridge into.

"I-I can see in those, okay? It's just that when whatever happened, happened- It's like my senses have been dialed to 11. There's way too much input... so they just kinda help me focus," I explain.

"You're in dire need of an upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom, hundred point restoration. That's why I'm here," I make my way to my bed. As I sit, I just stare at him. "Why you doing this? I gotta know, what's your MO. What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?"

"Because I've been me my whole life, and I've had these powers for six months. Got them from a field trip, I read books, I build computers. Yeah, I would love to play football, but I couldn't then. So I shouldn't now."

"Sure because you're different."

"Exactly, but I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not. 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 say. (Preach it, Peter!)

"So, you wanna look out for the little guy? You wanna do your part? Make the world a better place? All that right?" Mr. Stark asks.

"Yeah. Y-Yeah. Just looking out for the little guy. That's what it is." He stands up and walks over to me.

"I'm gonna sit here so move a leg," I follow his direction and move. He sits next to me and pats my shoulder. "You got a passport?"

"No. I don't even have my drivers license."

"You ever been to Germany?"

"No."

"Oh, you'll love it."

"I can't go to Germany," I say.

"Why?"

"I got...homework." (Most relatable statement in Marvel history!)

Mr. Stark rolls his eyes. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that." He says, getting up.

"No, I'm being serious, I can't just drop out of school."

"Might be a little dangerous. Better tell Wanda I'm taking you on a field trip."

"She's gone. She left with Clint."

"Dang it."

"They're joining Mr. Rogers."

"Alright Spider-Man."

Mr. Stark and I soon left for Germany, and a new Spider Suit in tow.