Peter's eyes shined with awe as he looked up to the suit that was now his. His official superhero uniform. It was perfect, down to the last web, stripe of black on red and, of course, the spider on the center. Metal slots on the wrists fit his new and improved web shooters as if they had always gone together. Peter ran his hand against the smoot, flexible fabric. 

"Wow," he breathed. Tony stood by proudly, arms crossed, trying to hide it. He wasn't very good at that part, though, and a smile slipped through.

"You like it then?" he raised an eyebrow and stepped up to the arachnid.

"Uh, hell yeah," his son grinned in return. "This is the most awesome thing ever! Can I try it on? Right now?"

Tony chuckled. "It's your suit kid, do what you want with it."

"Yes!" Peter was already swiping it from it's fancy case and sprinting for the elevators so that he could get out of the lab and try it on in his room. Rhodey snorted as he pushed the button rapid fire about a million times. The metal doors shut and FRIDAY kicked the vehicle into full speed.

Peter stumbled out the other side dizzily, though none of his excitement had diminished. He was called out by multiple Avengers on the way to his room, but he could hardly concentrate enough to nod or wave in their direction. He giggled like a little kid as he unlocked his door and got suited up for the first time as a true hero.

He squeaked a little as he looked at it in the mirror. He hadn't made so many embarrassing noises in all of his life! He was past caring though. He grabbed his weapons of choice and connected them to the arms of the fabric and immediately felt them merge into the flexible cloth. 

"So cool, oh my god..." he mumbled and walked up the wall. Unsurprisingly, his powers worked through the outfit, as it did most. He had been worried, because there were some exceptions, but that didn't seem to be the case with his new costume. 

"Hello, Peter."

He froze.

That wasn't FRIDAY's voice, for sure. Though it did sound strangely similar. His hand curled into a fist and his heart rate picked up at the thought of an intruder in his own room. 

"Who are you?" He asked in a dangerously low voice. 

"I am your personal AI. Ask me anything and I will try to comply. Mr. Stark kindly downloaded me into your suit's mainframe and connected me to the Avenger's network, should anything happen."

"Oh, whoa," Peter smiled even wider under the lensed mask. "That's so cool. So You're like my FRIDAY?"

"In a sense."

"Awesome," he fanboyed. "What do I call you suit lady?"

"Whatever you wish, Peter."

"Oh," he pursed his lips. "I dunno. Let me think about it."

"Okay."

He sat on his bed and took a deep breath. He guessed it was official then. He was a real superhero.  Or, a superhero in training, anyways. Still though...was his past officially behind him too? He frowned. Maybe eventually. Until then, he would stick with the training wheels, not wanting to cause any more damage than had been already done. 

He wondered if his team would approve. Yep, he still hadn't told them. Maybe a stupid move, but he would rather them roll their eyes at his spandex in the future then face their disgust right then. He hoped they would join him, and he was pretty certain that with time, they would be fine with that. 

He held up his wrists to study his newly attached shooters. They had so many more options than his old HYDRA made ones had. Bruce and Tony had helped him out with the design, so with two geniuses and himself, he had pretty high expectations. He slipped off his mask and stared at the limp fabric in his hands. This is what people would know him by now. This mask, the spider on his chest. 

Peter Stark. Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. This, he could do.

His head suddenly jerked up, something catching his attention. He wasn't sure what it was at first, but then he heard it...sirens. Police sirens, in the distance. He poked his head out of his room and glanced up and down the hallway. No one else seemed to have been disturbed. That was strange since half the team had enhanced senses. Or, maybe they did hear it...it just wasn't important enough for them to handle personally. 

But wasn't their mission to protect the innocents? Wasn't that his mission now? Why was no one reacting? He ran a hand through his hair, slightly stressed. Should he get someone, or...? What? 

The siren picked up again, urging him toward the open window at the end of the hall (that his team had once broken to escape through). He groaned indecisively. I guess that's my sort-of-official cue now. The arachnid slipped his new mask over his face. It fit comfortably and his AI immediately greeted him once again. 

He crouched near the open window and looked out at New York from the high floor. This is it, Peter. Don't mess it up. Peter glanced behind him for a split second to check for anyone. Nope, coast was clear. Here we go.

"WhoOOO!" he laughed as he free-fell down dozens of stories, almost skydiving. It was exhilarating to say the least. His new suit was so much more aerodynamic, making it easier for him to swing, twist, flip and dive. He was never parting with this thing!

The twin NYPD (New York Police Department) cars were swerving madly to avoid shots coming from a mustard colored sudan just in front of them. Civilians were forced to dive out of the way as the three oblivious cars chased and ran from one another. Bags, mailboxes, cats and anything else incapable of dodging were flattened against the asphalt. Shouts and screams followed the sound of sirens. This is insane. And extremely messy. Not a good combination. 

Peter landed on a building's balcony just in front of the car chase and attached two webs on either side of it. He then pulled them back slowly and deliberately, before waiting patiently for the slower cars to reach his target zone. When they sped across his vision, he sling-shotted himself dramatically, catching the roof of the sudan and pulling himself onto it. The arachnid landed with a loud thump and the top of the car dented in at the sudden weight. 

"What the-?" the crooks inside exclaimed. Peter smiled at his sudden adrenaline rush. 

He crawled along the roof and poked his head down in front of the windshield. "Hi!"

They screamed in surprise. Two guns were suddenly pointed in his face and the car jerked to the side. He surely would have been thrown off if not for his sticky abilities.

"Whoa, guys!" he complained and scooted back, dropping down to look through the driver's window. "No driving and shooting!"

The teenager rolled his eyes as the criminals shot up into the roof of the car. He swung around and stuck to the side of the door, punching the passenger's glass out in the process. He shouted swear words at him and whipped a knife around as the car zig-zagged in and out of the right lane.

"Okay," Peter mumbled to himself as a ship full of people started to cross the busy sidewalk a block away. "I gotta stop these idiots..."

He flipped back onto the top of the car, ripping the knife out of Goon #2's hand. His mind drifted back to the slingshot from earlier. That'll work. The arachnid stretched his arms and planted his feet on the car firmly, clinging to it automatically. He reached out and shot two webs out from the Forever Stick combination that his AI introduced him to. They slapped against buildings that were definitely stronger than that one car. He braced his arms, already wincing. Well, this is gonna feel great, he thought sarcastically. 

Peter growled and pulled the webs tight around his hands as they tensed and slowed the vehicle. There was a metallic squeal when he accidently ripped some of the roof from the actual car, but it slowed to a halt all the same. A five year old girl looked up in time to feel the breeze come off the speed of the car. She giggled and pointed up at Peter from the front of it, her mother looking on horrified. The entire crosswalk froze to stare at him and the sudan. 

"Heh," he released the webs and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Nice night, right?"

The two police cars skidded to a stop beside the car, surrounding it. They leaped out, weapons drawn and waved them in the stumbling thug's faces. The two men shuttered and dropped their guns, raising their hands above their heads, surrendering. Peter webbed them together and grinned in accomplishment. 

He jumped off the car, doing a dramatic flip and landed in a crouch. When he straightened, he saluted the cops with a crooked smile that they couldn't see. "Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man reporting for duty!"

They glared, turning their firearms on him. 

"Oh, come on..." he sighed and threw his arms in the air, making them flinch. "I just helped you nab these guys!"

"Spider-Man, you are under arrest! Stand down and-" 

Peter groaned loudly. This had been going on since he had started patrolling regularly. No matter how much he tried to be like his father, the authorities still hated him. Why? Five syllables. J. Jonah. Jerkface. Apparently he was really popular when it came to the news, so everyone immediately trusted him. If only the mustache didn't have it out for him.

"Okay, well, then I gotta be on my way officers," he shrugged. "Nice working with you anyways!"

He leaned down and wiggled his fingers at the little girl. She waved back at him and told him he was her new favorite superhero. His smile grew wider before he was once again swinging away from a soon-to-be crime scene. Ah, cool night air of New York, bad-guy free and - wait a minute...

Oh my god, not that I'm not good with being a superhero, but can I have a five minute break? Or a thirty second break? Please?

Peter blew out a breath of air and asked his AI to locate when the scream had come from. A girl's scream. The suit certainly attracted criminals, didn't it? Regardless of his wariness, the hero followed his suit's instructions to a nearby rooftop, landing with a light tap. He glanced around, but didn't see anything immediately. What the heck? 

He scratched his head. False alarm? Maybe he couldn't depend on brand-new AIs like he thought he could...

Until a girl stepped out of the darkness by the stairwell. Her face was emotionless, head cocked to the side curiously. Her curly brown hair bounced in the wind behind her head. She shivered subtly and hugged her jean-jacket closer to herself. She was only his age. 

"Spider-Man?" She asked hesitantly. "Wow, I didn't think that would work."

"Ah," he scoffed in irritation. "So were you luring me into a trap or something? Who do you work for? Strucker?"

"What? No!" She huffed, as if disgusted that it had even crossed his mind. "I don't even know who that is."

He was taken aback. The arachnid had jumped and crouched on a rail. Her response had taken him by surprise. "Then...why did you scream if you weren't in trouble?"

"To get your attention, obviously."

Peter sighed and shook his head. "What would you need that for? It might ruin your reputation to be seen with a menace."

"Spider-Man, I know you aren't a menace. It's not that hard to tell either. You haven't done anything menace worthy...yet," she claimed boldy, pushing her hair out of her face and shouldered her backpack. "That's why I'm here. I want to tell your side of the story."

I stared at her.

"Um...what? Why? I've only been doing this for like...a month. How do you know I'm not some super-villain in disguise?"

"Are you?"

"No."

She looked at him with that annoying duh look girls got when they proved guys wrong. It happened a lot in high school. "That's why."

"Who..?" Peter rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair in a nervous habit - or tried to. Really, he only brushed the top of his mask. "Who are you?"

She stepped forward and stuck her hand out. "Michelle Jones. Future reporter. And you, are my first story."

Huh, it sounded...strangely familiar...

"Right." He shook her hand. Warmth radiated off of it as if she had been in the sun. Her carmel skin darkened her face, though he could still see the determined gleam in her eyes as she held him eyes captive with will power alone.

He shifted awkwardly and glanced away. "Uh..okay then. How can I help you?"

"Here," she dug a notebook out of her backpack quickly and scribbled something down on it sloppily. "My number. If I can ask you questions, that'd be great. Get your opinion on stories that you and me both know the newscast get all wrong. I'm not looking for drama or popularity. I'm looking for the truth."

He nodded distractedly as he read the number over and over. A girl's number. How on earth had he gotten a girl's number?

"Text me anything important, Spider-Man. See you around," she waved backwards and slaughtered back to the staircase. Her backpack hung from her shoulders heavily and the slip of paper in his hands didn't feel any lighter as he watched her disappear into the building. 

What...did he just agree to?  

Oh god.

Tony's gonna kill me.

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End of Part 2! Next part it will get a lot more interesting, trust me. I got so many characters that need to be mixed in and introduced and I need to figure out some character development, plus the team's gotta become superheros, gotta go back to Strucker and the Warriors program and the two teams interactions and...okay I'm going to spoil something if I don't stop now.

Love ya'll!

- Wanda