No Pain No Gain

Chapter 1

When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.

Peter Parker was your everyday average high school fifteen year old student. Juggling his many responsibilities as Spider-Man and regular Peter Parker was a challenging feet. Even though he may be acing his exams, he was still human.

Sometimes he got hurt and both Pop and Dad had to save him from trouble. But all in all, he was your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

Sure the first time he revealed his identity to the Avengers when they wanted to include Spider-Man as part of the team, Pops and Dad were mad.

Man, Pops was all about lecture on safety and responsibility while Dad was just fuming mad like he was about to explode just like a little overheated kettle.

But with some persuasion and some reluctance, his Dads finally allowed him to join the team. Only, but only if he agreed to get up every morning at five a.m. on the dot just to jog with Pops and get the sufficient training required by his aunt Natasha, uncle Thor, and uncle Clint.

The package deal included getting his powers thoroughly analysed by uncle Bruce. Dad had even gone so far as to make him a new suit after the lecture on the whole Spendex thing. Yeah. His life was going pretty great.

There was only just one tiny microscopic problem. His Dads didn't let him go on their real missions like fighting Loki or going to intergalactic places. Even though Peter Quill from the Guardians had said that it was cool. They made an allowance to let him stop a simple robbery or a mugging during his daily patrols around New York with the exception of wearing a tracker in his suit.

It was a lovely morning in New York. Well. As lovely as it can get. The young spider vigilante was just happily web swinging around his usual route looking out for them New Yorkers.

As he stuck to the needle of the Empire State Building, a sharp shriek caught his ears. He shot a web and landed behind a smelly old dumpster alley where the source of the sound had come from.

A woman was struggling with a dumb thug who stole her purse. He grabbed the leather purse and made a run for it. Spider-Man sighed. Evil just never stopped coming.

He gave chase or more like just swung over with his web and dropped right in front of the thug, startling him, gave him a few quick punches to the gut, webbed his mouth, stuck him onto the top of a lamp post and returned the purse to humble old lady. But all that in return with a stab of a pocket knife from the thug who had been secretly carrying it behind his back. He groaned at the sharp pain shooting from his torso, feeling the blood seeping through his suit like water going through tissue paper.

With a groan, he swung back to the Avengers tower, eager to bandage himself up and get a good night's sleep for once when a fire alarm sounded. Peter saw from the top of a building that it was Oscorp and little old Doctor Conner aka the Lizard was on a rampage again. Honestly, this was his third time facing it and he was really not looking forward to it considering the last time he had barely made it out alive of that lab.

Peter's thoughts were disrupted by a large wooden crate heading his way and he swung to the side to avoid it.

There was a loud roar and Peter just shot a web at the Lizard's gaping mouth. The Lizard lunged for him and Peter shot his web to the closest wall. He stuck to it, going down on all fours and climbed. He looks down at the top of the Lizard's head, a grinn was hidden behind his mask as he ignored the stinging pain in his torso and did a 360 degree back flip, landing on it's back. He hung on to the slimy scales of what once was a human doctor.

The Lizard seemed to notice this and grabbed Spider-Man roughly by the back, throwing him over his head much to Peter's dismay.

He smashed unpleasantly into a brick wall, and hearing a sickening crack as he slumped unconsciously to the ground. He hissed painfully as everywhere hurt, his eyes were seeing stars and he could feel the blood from his knife wound on his torso growing larger by the second.

As he closed his eyes, he almost didn't hear the whirl of a jet engine as the quinjet landed on the quad and out had emerged his oh so loving family. He was smiling as he wanted to say hi to a worried looking Iron Man and Captain America. But he was aware of how he couldn't move, like his limbs were pinned down with a thousand tiny needles stabbing them. His spine was tingling and he was on the verge of dangerously blacking out due to the pain.

Captain America, no, Steve Rogers raced over to his injured son, fearing the worst as he knelt down on both knees. He cradled Spider-Man's head, hugging him close to his chest. "Peter!"

He did not care if anyone had heard him. All that mattered was keeping his son safe and right now, that was his number one priority. "Peter! Can you hear me?! Peter!" There were tears in his eyes threatening to spill as he stared at his son's lifeless body. He checked for a pulse and got one but it was weak.

Peter didn't want to open his eyes. He was tired. He had a paper due on Friday for Science and his teacher would have his head if he did not manage to complete it on time. He heard his Pops concerned voice and struggled to lift his eyelids although they felt like bricks were weighing them down to keep them shut.

"P-Pop?" He stutters, his throat felt rough and sore and his voice hoarse as he spoke. "Wha-?" Peter kept slipping in and out of consciousness much to Steve's dismay. Steve eyed Peter's body for anymore injuries and a large stab wound had won the prize. The dark crimson blood was basically pooling uncontrollably around Peter and Steve tried to put as much pressure on the gaping wound as possible.

"Pete? Peter! No, no, no. Stay with me. Stay with me. You're going be okay. We're going to take you to your uncle Bruce and he's going to fix you up in no time. So just keep your eyes open for me. Can you do that Pete?"

Steve was practically sprinting to the Quinjet where both Bruce and Clint were. Peter was lying limp in his father's arms. In any other situation, this would have been embarrassing but he had no strength to argue. He just sighed as he finally passed out, allowing himself to be carried into the Quinjet by Steve along with Natasha in tow.

Once they spotted Peter in Steve's arms, Bruce immediately got to work. Natasha had helped lay the little teenager (or what Peter would have called independent individual) onto the medical table where Bruce was busy cutting open the fabric and cleansing the stab wound before it had gotten too fatal.

Clint and Natasha were standing to one side, dangerously fiddling with the hidden weapons they had hidden in their suits. The looks on their faces were dead serious and could kill. Natasha was busy muttering colourful profanities in Russian but Steve was too busy worrying over Peter that he didn't bother telling her off.

Not long after the team had finished dealing with the Lizard and Tony looked pale upon seeing his lifeless son.

"Is he-?"

Steve shook his head. They had wrapped in each others embrace, both men tearing up as they attempted to comfort each other.
"Peter got hurt pretty badly. He got stabbed at somepoint-" his voice cracked a little at this.

"What?!" Tony interrupted Steve and his face had turned insanely murderous. "Peter got stabbed?!" Steve nodded.

"But Bruce managed to stitch up the wound and he's going to be fine. Once we bring him back to the tower's medical bay, Peter can get fully checked out and get the okay sign." As he was saying those words, he was not entirely sure if he was just trying to reassure Tony or himself.