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Peter has always loved his family. They may be a bit dysfunctional, constantly fighting over dinners and where the hell the pop-tarts went (that may have been Peter) but the love they share always overshadows those mini disagreements.
Everyone has their secrets. With spies and assassins, those secrets don’t always stay hidden. Surprisingly, one that’s managed to slide through them is Peter's biggest one. Spider-Man. Peter has always had to lie about it, it’s like second nature at this point! Maybe that's why it’s still unfound. And although he hates it and always feels the need to shout out, “Hey guys! I’m Spider-Man!” on the top of his lungs, it’s really not that easy. It’s something he’s come to terms with, the whole lying to everyone I love so they don’t get hurt. He knows the Avengers are well, the Avengers. The Earth's mightiest heroes. But does that stop his second nature? No, not really.
So Peter hides it. Hides it from his big Avenger family. That's until this Friday when Happy picks up Peter from Midtown, driving him to the tower for the annual movie night. As Peter finishes rambling to Happy about how his day went, who pretends to hate it hence the divider, (but secretly loves the kid cause who can’t?) he arrives at the tower and eagerly hops out of the car to run into it.
“Hey FRIDAY, where's the team?” Peter asks while speed walking to the elevator.
“In the common room awaiting your arrival Peter.” FRIDAY replies.
“Sounds great! Thank you FRIDAY.”
“You’re welcome, Mini Boss.”
Peter rushes up to the elevator, thinking about the movie they will play. It doesn’t really take much time to have him figure that out though, it’s of course going to be Star Wars! In the middle of his intense choice on which one, the elevator door opens to the common room. There sitting are the Avengers, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Steve, Nat, and Clint turning back to see their favorite kid.
“Hey Peter! Come sit and let’s watch our movie.” Clint says a bit impatiently.
“Yeah hold on, be there in a minute!” Peter says as he rushes to slip off his shoes and bag, putting them near the couch and jumping over it to sit next to his mentor.
“Hey kid! Have a good day at school?” Mr. Stark asks.
“Yeah! Mr. Harrington announced a field trip for decathlon practice next Wednesday. And I actually passed my Spanish test!” Peter could have kept on going, but the team was listening impatiently. Wow they really want to get to that movie!
Good jobs were exchanged all around the room. Popcorn was cooking. Blankets were being tossed around. The rain that just started up was giving the perfect setting. You would think that this would be a great movie day? Apparently not. Parker luck took that and twisted it up.
One big DANGER! tingled on the back of Peter's neck while they all sat around in their seats, the threat being too fast for Peter to act. Next thing everyone knew, tiny beeps could be heard around them, then fire crashed into the room, knocking everyone on their backs. People, or better known as the intruders of the Stark tower, jumped from their helicopter into the room with what looked like giant guns from Peter's smoke fogged vision. How did they even get in? Stark technology is way past a bunch of goofy men. Men with… HYDRA imprinted on their coats?
Oh hell no.
Peter got dragged by the legs into a hostage position, arms above his head with bruising tight cuffs, and legs and knees were bent into a praying position. He slowly gained what felt like a migraine but was probably a concussion, and clean air. The broken window they somehow busted through was getting put to use! His excitement slowly faded as he saw the Avengers not waking up, wait how long has it been? Did he fall asleep? It didn’t feel like he did. How are the super soldiers asleep but not him? Wait, stop spiraling. Focus like Spider-Man. Okay. Around 15 Hydra men with guns, looks like FRIDAY is down, 4 escape areas, and no needles so they didn’t know he's Spider-Man. Perfect. While the Avengers were asleep, he could attack these men and act like some police men saved them from a few unalarming villains, who really only have smarts in technology. FRIDAYs cameras are also down with her so it's not like they can catch him in the lie! Unless they wake up. That means he's gotta be quick. Quickly forming a plan, Peter checks to make sure the Avengers are sleeping. Perfect, as snug as a bug in a rug. Now for the big bad Hydra workers to get beaten by a 15 year old.
“Put him down, now.” A gun clicked in front of Peter.
Noooo! God Nat how did you wake up in record time? Now his plan is foiled. Peter’s eyes meet Nat's, which is filled with nothing but violence and protection. And probably anger. Wait, how did she wake up anyway before the rest of them, who are now Peter just figured out also awake. Oh my lord. This is just great. The whole team is standing there with some sort of weapon and the same protection as Nat’s in their eyes. Legs in a fighting stance, hands on their weapons, but there is something there, different from any of their usual start of fights. Perhaps they are scared? No that’s wrong they’ve done worse. Bored, lazy, angry, tired, hungry, tired, wait tired! The smoke! Peter almost forgot, his metabolism already fought it off. They have a wobble in their position. Something they only get after missions. Maybe Peter would be able to go with his plan after all.
Nat looks at Peter being used as bait, who looks like he’s sending signals to look at their coats. A bit confused, She analyzes them to look for any clues. In the top right of their coats she finds they all say the same thing. HYDRA. Of course! Those idiots got mad that we raided one of their bases again, so they decided they would use a helpless kid to fight against the team. Nat nudges the team and points discreetly at their coats. Thankfully, they catch on sending disgusted looks at each other. I mean you have to be evil to hurt the cutest bambi eyed kid! Thank god they woke up in time to defend him.
Peter needs them to fall back asleep. He needs to use his web shooters that are always attached to his wrist and web the Hydra people up the ceiling. Up where they can’t harm anyone. Ugh stupid secret identity! He can fight too! Peter actually hates being underestimated, when the Avengers give him small weights to workout with even though he can lift a building off his back. If only they knew. Yeah, if only they knew… you know maybe just maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to tell them? He could go on missions with them, train better, maybe even learn how to handle guns with Nat! But what if they took away his suit. They can’t. Spider-Man is too important to Peter. He has to make a decision quickly though because the way the Avengers are fighting right now is a bit sloppy.
*A warning tingles Peter’s neck…*
Restraints break with a loud snap. The team looks over to where Peter was being held, who has travelled weirdly fast in front of Tony, catching something really tiny. Everyone has to squint to even see what Peter caught.
A bullet.
How the hell did Peter just catch a bullet?!
Peter looks at the team nervously, pinching the bullet in his fingers. He chucks it to the floor. Now that the cat is out of the bag, because how else is he supposed to explain that, he starts fighting. Swinging legs around people’s ankles, knocking them down while quickly grabbing their guns and webbing them to the ceiling. He doesn’t stop until all the other 8 Hydra people are taken down all by himself. Take that for being underestimated! He turns around to the team, whose eyes are extremely wide and faces are in complete shock. You can even see Natasha’s shock, which has got to mean something. Oh boy was he in trouble.
“Hey Pete, what the hell was that?” Mr. Stark asks, gaining composure.
“Yeah Peter, mind telling us how you can pick up bullets and fight all of a sudden?” Nat was definitely shocked, not even hiding it and definitely confused how the kid turned from innocent and definitely not jacked to jacked and with 20+ years of fighting experience?
“Uh, no?” Peter doesn’t even know how they don’t know, considering the amount of webbing on the ceiling.
“Kid, that's not an answer.”
“I plead the fifth!”
“This is pretty important, no fooling around. We want to know.”
“Yeah son, what's going on?”
“I literally don’t know what your talking about, *fake yawn* man oh man am I tired maybe I’ll just go upstairs-“
Tony tugs his hoodie back. “Kid, stop deflecting and just tell us! You're going to give me a full gray head by the time I figure this out.”
“Fine!” Peter reluctantly stretches his hand up, jumps and sticks the ceiling with one hand.
“Woah!”
“What the hell?!”
“Kid get down!”
“How can the midgardian stick to the ceiling?” That has everyone thinking for a second. Peter just hangs there anxiously.
“Oh my god kid…” Tony is surprisingly the first one to figure it out, even if he is a genius. “Kid, you’re the spider?”
“Yeahhh” Peter says, scared that he's going to get his suit taken.
Nat’s eyes widened. Then Clint’s. “Oh shit kid.” Peter just looks at them in response.
Bruce, Steve, and Thor must have figured it out because the next thing you know everyone's questioning him like crazy.
“How much can you carry?”
“You should let me take you to my lab so we know your limits.”
“I fought a 15 year old?”
“How are you even fighting at this age?!”
“Can I build you a new suit?” I guess he won’t get his suit taken!
“How do you do school, hang out with us, and Spider-Man?!”
“Are you stronger than Steve?”
“How did I not even know I’m a trained assassin?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” The questions quickly stopped coming after this one. Seems like everyone was thinking the same thing.
“Wow okay, uhm, that's a lot of questions. I can’t answer most but the last one? I don’t want you guys thinking I don’t trust you.” Everyone sighed in relief. “I mean I trust you guys the most out of everyone I know, and I love you guys so much, but you know Spider-Man has been sort of my secret for a while now? I’m sort of used to all the lying and protecting. I guess I never really thought that I could tell someone.” Everyone felt some sort of empathy at that, grabbing Peter in a tight hug as the big family they were.
“You can tell us anything, Bambino.” his mentor said.
“Thank you guys. I love you all.” A chorus of I love yous replied.
“Can I still bring you to my lab though?”
“Bruce! Not right now!” laughter filled the air.