The Avengers + Spider-Man

Chapter Twenty-Five

This Fanfiction was written in 2016 before Tom Holland's presence in Marvel and was primarily based on the Amazing Spider-Man Franchise

C H A P T E R | twenty-five

"You can chew me out later. Right now we need to protect New York" I said. They looked to me with multiple expressions before settling on being serious.

"I've already traced them using the cameras around the area. S.H.I.E.L.D will be right behind us. Now stop staring and get moving" Natasha said. A small chill running down my spine at the feeling of authority oozing into her aura and words. Yet a small sigh of relief escaping my lips as well. Knowing she would have my back. We gathered anything we needed before taking off. Well sorta. If you count being forced into an air craft with everyone else. While silent, very awkward silences, over took the entire vicinity in which we sat.

"So.." Dad started tapping his finger on his knee. "How long have you been Spider-Man?"

(A/N remember I altered his age in this. This includes when he got bit, and how old he was when it happened. )

"Just before my thirteenth birthday" I calmly said. I looked down at them from up on the roof, where I sat crossed legs. My arms crossed as I waited for our arrival.

"Is it comfortable up there?" I turned my head to look at Clint, who seemed determined to figure out I was up here. Among the other things they do not know. A small pool of laughter and amused feelings pulling at me, as I stared at him.

"Yes, very much so. Just like you and the fridge. I'm happy upside down. Your happy in your nest on top the fridge."

"Hey!" He shouted in protest. A grin pulled at the side of my lips at the small moment just before the storm.

"You know Peter. You didn't have to hide your identity from us." I looked over at pops, who had a disappointed look, followed by an upset, to what looked like pride.

"Try telling the people who adopted you that your the web slinging vigilante of New York they have been looking for. It's not easy let me tell you. I figured I'd drop some hints (even if unintentionally at some points, I thought to myself) and if you figured it out with proof, I'd tell you everything. Only two out of all of you figured it out thus this far. But I was going to tell you if you didn't figure it out, eventually." I said to them somewhat quickly. The two looked at me and then to each other. A strange feeling of uneasiness settling in my stomach, both from the two separate situations. I rather deal with the one where I'll be getting blown up first thank you.

They both looked at me in understanding, but I could clearly still see they were upset about the situation. How I didn't tell them before anyone else. Well I didn't tell anyone else. They figured it out all on their self. Deadpool though... how did he?.. I get Natasha and Bruce, but Deadpool. And he said my butt and moves... I shivered at the pure idiotic tendencies of the other, but in a way admired his way of doing things. Even if they are round about and unconventional. Very uncomfortable at times... I'll just stop there.

It was long after, like shortly after, did we hover over the ground. The door opening for us to jump from to the ground. I was instantly at the door and over to the ground quicker then if someone had shouted free food. The tension inside the air craft instantly removing itself from the pit in my stomach as I surveyed the area. We had stopped someways away to keep the illusion we had no clue as to where they were. Just before I could start moving a hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Look Peter. I know it's not the time but Tony and I wouldn't have been upset if you'd had told us. We love you and will follow your lead. Tell us what we need to do." Pops said.