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Peter was in trouble, like a really bad, never escaping this, sandal throwing, grounded for life type trouble.
He should probably start off with how he got here, huh.
So this morning, Peter had a pretty good morning! His Aunt May (She's a joy, especially for putting up with his unreasonable nonsense, and his ranting, and his classwork.) had ordered some breakfast food, he got a strawberry pancake, with some hashwbrowns which is his favorite, especially since he doesn't care for sausage. He was also on time for the bus! There was no crime during the school day, He and Ned were messing around and having fun. Since Mj wasnt there to hangout, they just made silly remarks to each other to fill the silence in between them.
Then at lunch, His Aunt May texted him. Nothing bad, just that she was going out, and nobody would be home till 8! He could patrol almost all day! Well, minus school hours. So he told Ned and was very reasonably excited! He hasn’t patrolled because this guy named Captain America got told to look for him because Iron Man sadly failed. (That guy was so loud, Peter heard him coming from a mile away, literally.) Captain America was much harder to evade, he was so much quieter! and careful with it because well, it was almost like the guy could hear his own footsteps! But nonetheless. Peter looked at Ned, nodding.
Soon when Peter went home he was extremely giddy about this. He was allowed to do anything! Patrolling was his number one priority! Though he should probably wash his suit first. He hadn't done that in a while, not properly at least.
After his suit was washed and smelled like a flower field he jumped out his window, leaving it a crack open so he could still get in later. He also had a protein bar and water bottle hidden on one of the roofs so he did not pass out from exhaustion, and if he didnt need it? Maybe a homeless person would find it, or someone struggling. He always tried to help the people of Queens, especially in bad situations. He was like that too at some point in time.
Everything was going good, but twenty minutes into his patrol, he was being chased! Peter didn't even hear the guy coming!
He could hear Captain America, no matter how far the man actually was.
“Cmon Queens! Just let me talk to you!”
Queens?
What does this guy mean by Queens?
Is that some sort of nickname?
If it was, it was a really stupid and basic one.
Peter sighed, groaning. He turned around and crouched. He made sure to keep a safe enough distance, hands on the web shooters, ready to book it. But just maybe he would hear this dude out.
Wait.
Blue eyes? Blonde hair? Whiney? (that last one was a personal touch)
No, there's no way because there's millions of people like that in New York alone, minus the rest of the world.
He would be old if this was him anyways.
Peter scoffed. His eyes squinted.
“What do you want? You know what I want? For you to leave me alone!”
“We need your help.”
“Why? What could you need me for?”
“There's, A Civil War going on, It's between me, and my buddies. There’s Me, Clint or Hawkeye, Sam or Falcon, they're getting another guy, Ant-Man? And Clints getting Wanda, And the final man is Bucky Barnes, You know hes from the -”
Peter stopped listening, he was going crazy, he must be a junior, Bucky Junior Barnes. there's no way he is still even alive. The guy was crazy, couldn't even remember his own name most days- let alone how to leave, there's no way-
Peter's thoughts were interrupted.
Captain America's hand was waving in front of his face.
“Hey man? Are you ok?” Peter nodded.
Captain America shrugged. “Anyways, there's this man, his name is Tony Stark, or Iron Man and he's basically this gu-” Peter stuck out his hand, shaking his head. “I know who Iron man is.” Captain America nodded kindly. “Ok, well he has a team of his own. There's Him, War Machine, Black Widow, for right now at least” Peters eyebrows furrowed fastly. “He seems a bit outnumbered, isn't that a bit rude? Unfair?” Captain Dunceface shrugged “Doesn't matter.” “I feel like it should matter.” Soon The man quickly sounded angry “It doesn't! Ok? Just, we need you on our side sir-” “Don't call me sir.” “Ok Mister,” Peter scoffed. “If you can’t call me sir what makes you think you can call me mister.” Peter was quickly getting agitated. “Sorry, Spider-man. Just, join us.” Peter groaned, throwing his head backwards. “Whatever! will you just get off my back after this!” The other man nodded.
Peter sighed, He was gonna have to run away, wasn't he? Cause he didnt know where else to go, why did he even accept that deal! His Aunt could not know about this. Ever. He scoffed and swung home, immediately throwing together a bag. Water was one of the things shoved in there, but he forgot handwarmers, which were essential. He could go into hibernation, or into shock. Depends on how bad it is. He shoved his suit inside. Before risking it all and swinging there without the suit. nobody seemed to care, a few photos here and there though. He left his phone. But he had Ned's phone number memorised by heart. And his dads. its 827-237-9274. And Ned’s was 837-248-9374, he still jotted them down on a paper, just in case. But he wasn't even sure if his dads was the same, or if he had the burner phone.
He looked at Captain America. Peter had his hood on, when he was on the jet they couldn't leave him, were they going on a jet? That would be so cool!
An old car. They were going in an old, dingy, car.
And he was stuffed in the backseat with Bucky Barnes.
Murderer, serial killer, super soldier.
And then Falcon was up with Captain America.
He should be up there. He's the child.
This guy's hair stunk. He stunk, he needs a shower.
“Dude, when is the last time this guy showered.”
Peter's hands were over his mouth in seconds. He huddled up to the corner. Steve (Captain America has a pretty basic name) looked at him, through the mirror. Sam (Falcon, He's a war veteran apparently, and never say on your left to the guy.) wouldn't stop laughing into his hands, trying to silence them. And Bucky Barnes was staring deep into his soul.
He sputtered out an apology and brought his knees up to his chest.
Steve and Bucky were already mad at him after the whole i'm a kid situation. ( ‘How old are you! what the hell!’ ‘im 14’ ‘WHAT!?’ ‘My name is Peter.’ ‘Peter, I'm disappointed in you.’ ‘Don’t worry, so was my mom, she's dead now though’) Peter sighed, and just shut up for the rest of the drive, his back sitting uncomfortably.
They arrived in Germany soon after, it was. Not the place but whatever. He stretched, his back cracking nicely. He hummed as he threw on the suit. He scoffed when he saw Hawkeye and ant-man. He was disappointed. He wanted a Bug Bro. Whatever.
He’d just have to be with Captain Dunceface(Captain America). Parakeet(Falcon). Caffeine-Man(Ant-man). Crown Jewel(Hawkeye). The only good one (Wanda, She's awesome, her nickname is on point). And last. and definitely least. His dad, (Bucky Barnes. He doesn't even wanna get into that…He shouldn't have to..). He should’ve gone with Iron Man at this point.