Small droplets fell from the sky, covering the city in a sheen of water. Sounds of cars splashing through puddles were mixed with the soft pattering of rain, almost like small feet running across the rooftops. The golden road reflected in Spider-man's eyes as he surveyed the scene below him. The stupidly soothing rain meant that practically no one was about, which was really annoying for someone who wanted to kick crime's butt.

Eventually the arschnid sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing if he could engage in some form of late night socialization. His eyescaught hold of the group chat.

Redback
Helloooooooo

Mr Mechanic
What are you doing awake?

Redback
It's only 9pm

Star-spangled Frisbee
Like you're one to talk, Mechanic

Mr Mechanic
Shut it popsicle
This is his life, not mine

Star-spangled Frisbee
Weren't you up till 3am last night?

Mr Mechanic
...
I have my reasons

Redback
Lemme change something real quick

Redback has changed Mr Mechanic's name to Mr Hypocrite Mechanic

Mr Hypocrite Mechanic
Ouch
That's a bit rude
Respect your elders

Star-spangled Frisbee
Yeah, respect your elders

Mr Plum
Yeah

Redback
AHAHAH

Mr Hypocrite Mechanic
Rude
We gotta go kid, but it was nice talking

Star-spangled Frisbee
Bye son

Mr Plum
Bye

Redback
Byeeeeeeeeee

Peter set down his phone, a small smile on his lips. He liked having someone to talk to.

He had been enjoying the sounds of Queens when a sharp tingle jerked him back. Crap, he thought, I forgot about them.

The first thing he noticed was the size of the group. They had brought nearly everyone, apparently. A fast blur ran past the vigilante, blue with a streak of silver. They have Quicksilver here tonight, so that means his sister can't be far behind.

He was correct. No sooner had Pietro run past, Peter felt a force latch around his forearms. They went numb, moving under the will of none other then the Scarlet Witch.

"Spider-Man." Captain America stepped out from the shadows, along with the rest of his team. Wanda's eyes were glowing a fierce red, controlling Peter's arms. "Stand down."

"What would you do if I were to stand up?"

Steve blinked, confused. "Wha- nevermind. We need you to come with u-"

Peter had had enough. Clicking the two middle fingers down, he managed to aim a sticky web at Wanda, causing her to loose focus. With his arms free, he whirled on the other Avengers. First, he webbed down the speedy Sokovian, listening to his Spidey sense as he aimed the web. Next came Steve, who very conveniently held his shield out in front of him.

"How did we take down Captain America?" Peter asked as he charged towards the soldier. With a running leap, he bounced off the shield into the air like a bird, flipping around to web up the Captain's legs. "Ve shot him in ze legs because his shield iz ze size of a dinner plate and he iz and idiot." Ignoring Steve's protests, the arachnid ripped the shield off the man and deflected a barrage of arrows heading his way. "How rude, Mr Barton." He webbed the archer's bow and feet before sending a taser web at Vision and Iron man. "I'm really sorry guys, I really am, but I'm done with this nonsense."

"Then why don't you come with us?" Nat stepped out of the shadows. Spider-Man whirled to her,  but she merely raised her hands as a sign of peace. "I just want to know."

"Because I have a family, albeit a small one, that needs to be kept safe. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her."

Nat shared a look with Steve. The others thought he was talking about a wife or a girlfriend, but she knew better. This was a literal kid. And judging by the way he talked about his family, he probably didn't have much. But he loved them, or her, whoever she was, to bits.

Sam stepped forwards stealthily, trying to sneak up on his enemy.

"Sam, stop."

Peter blinked at Nat, confused. "What?"

Before she could reply, a sharp priclke shot through Peter. He whirled around to face a rather mad Wanda.

"You never. Taze. My family."

"I'm sorry-" He help, falling to his knees. Sound was drowned out by the loud throbbing in his head as the magic forced to get a hold of his mind. A small corner caught the Black Widow shouting at Wanda, but he didn't notice. All he felt was the anger and wrath stabbing into his temples, trying to fill his veins.

No. I can't let her win. He couldn't give away his identity. Something in his gut stopped him from saying anything more about it. I can't let her win. Not on my watch.

Some dark recess of his brain burst forwards, giving Peter a burst of strength. The grip on his brain began to loosen and he heard a soft scream in the distance. With a sudden jolt, everything went quiet.

Peter opened his eyes. The world was a swirl of purple and blue on a mirrored ground, quite trippy, but oddly soothing. It felt so... familiar. "Where am I?"

"Your mind."

Peter whirled around to find Wanda. Her red hair had fallen from her pony tail, framing her closed eyes.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Well, technically it isn't your mind, its more like the edges. You have a strong barrier. Including get in." She smiled.

"I'm sorry," Peter whispered.

Her eyebrows dressed in confusion. "Why?"

"For... webbing up the Avengers." He sat down, staring at his reflection. It was then that he was glad that she had her eyes closed.

"No."

Peter looked up.

"I'm sorry. We shouldn't have pushed you. I shouldn't have- I- I didn't mean for that much pain."

"It's alright. I've felt worse."

"That's concerning." She sat down in front if him, her eyes still closed.

"You... to can open your eyes if you want."

"But-"

"I know." He paused, thinking of his decision. "I trust you."

When Wanda opened her eyes, she didn't know what she was expecting. Perhaps a man with blonde hair, dressed smartly for an occasion, a gold band glistening on his finger. Or maybe a young college graduate with rich, brown skin and piercing eyes, tight curls pressed around his head.

She was not expecting the quiet 14-year-old watching her reaction with quiet, hazel eyes. His pale hands played nervously with the edge of his jeans, a pink hue creeping up on his cheeks.

"You're..."

"I know." Peter looked down at his hands, pulling on a stray thread.

"Amazing."

Peter looked up to Wanda's smile. "Thanks."

They sat in silence for a little while before Wanda spoke up. "So who's she?"

"Hmm? Oh, my aunt. She's wonderful."

"And she's all you have left?"

He nodded slowly, avoiding her her gaze.

"I only have my brother." Her eyes seemed faraway, as though tecalling a distant memory. "I still remember them. My mother made the most delicious food."

Peter nodded. "They must have been lovely." His vision blurred with a warm liquid, which he blinked back.

It clicked in Wanda. He must not remember much of them anymore. Her heart softened and she pulled him into a hug. "Its okay," she whispered. They hugged in silence a little longer, Wanda feeling the occasional splash on her coat. Eventually she pulled back, studying his face. "When will I see you again?"

"Tomorrow."

She quirked an eyebrow, to which Peter responded with a shrug.

"We'd better go."

He nodded and helped her up. "Please don't tell anyone but Nat."

"I promise."

Peter opened his eyes. Rain continued to fall on his mask, blurring his vision. Remind me to add windscreen wipers on here.

Most of the Avengers were out of their webbing and were forming in a protective circle around Spider-Man and Wanda.

"Are you guys okay?" Nat asked, concerned splayed across her features.

"We're fine." Wanda stood up, the arachnid following suite.

Sam cleared his throat. The Avengers were all focused on their target, waiting to strike. The vigilante's knees wobbled slightly, his hands falling into fist to stop them trembling as he slipped a little in a puddle. He suddenly felt frail and worn. There was no way he could take them on now.

Steve was the first to move. He lunged forwards, shield raised above him. Peter flinched, protecting his face from the blow.

It never struck.

Steve, along with all of the Avengers except for Nat, were caught in a haze of red, unable to move. Wanda turned to Peter, warding her team back from her new friend. "Go."

He went to protest but Nat pulled him to the edge of the roof. "I'll see you later, Spidey."

"Thank you." With that, Spider-Man swung away into the night, leaving the lonely sounds of rain and cars to fill the air.

Wanda sighed and dropped her arms.

"Seriously Wanda!? You had him!"

She whirled on Sam. "I refuse to attack an innocent person," she growled, the Sokovian accent coming into full play.

"You did well." Nat smiled. "Okay, I'm soaked and cold and hungry. Who's up for pizza?"

Wanda agreed happily, but the others were reluctant. The two girls knew something tat the rest if the team didn't.

As they were leaving, Wanda took one last look over the buildings, wondering if she could catch one more glimpse of the spider.

"Did you see him?"

"Hmm?" She turned to Natasha.

"Do you know who he is?" The assassin's voice was low, careful not to be heard by the others.

Wanda nodded. "He's young. And he said that he will see us tomorrow?"

Natasha hummed in reply. "I guess we'll have to wait and see."