PSAed by Spiderman

Peter silently squealed as he stared at the man, the myth, the legend himself: Captain America. "Holy shit." He mutters under his breath, unable to believe that he's watching the Accord Supporter Iron Man and the War Criminal Captain America confront each other. 

He pinched himself through the suit, somewhere in his mind believing that he was just dreaming, and he'd wake up on his bunk bed in his pajamas. But no, pinching himself actually hurt a bit and he watched as they started to argue.

Steve Rogers being cut off every five seconds by Tony Stark, it was like watching two uncles argue over who was the cooler one. He bounced in excitement, talking to the camera as he watched the two teams appear. 

"Okay, there's Captain America, Iron Man, Black Widow," he watched as the black cat figure seem to tense at something Captain said, "Woah... Who's that new guy?" He couldn't say anything else as Tony cupped his hands together and yelled out the nickname Peter had begrudgingly accepted, "Underoos!"

"Oh, that's me! I gotta go, gotta go." He exclaimed, still slightly star-struck and very jittery, adrenaline rushing through his body. He placed his phone down, leaped into the air from behind Captain, shot a stream of webs at the vibranium shield that he's only seen in videos, oh my god, and tie up the blond's hands. He held the shield like Captain America did, doing a front flip before striking a superhero pose as he landed. Then Tony Stark had complimented him. 

He grinned from behind his mask as Captain America looked at him with a curious bewilderment in his eyes. "Thanks, well, I could have stuck the landing a little better," he rambled, shaking as he slowly realized that he was holding Captain America's fucking shield, holy shit-

He hadn't realized he had been rambling until Tony Stark had to stop him. He turned to look at the Captain, his right arm still holding onto the shield as he did the first thing he thought of when talking to Steve fucking Rogers, a salute to the Patriotic American God himself. "Captain," he pointed to himself, "Big fan, Spiderman-"

"Yeah, we'll talk about that later. Just-" Peter's face flushed, and he greeted the group of disorderly heroes again, thanking whatever God existed (there were too many to keep track of) that he wore a mask. "Good job." Peter's chest puffed up a bit, happy that Iron Man had complimented him again. Black Widow raised her eyebrows at the young voice from the lean build of Spider-Man, another arachnid. She wonders how he obtained his powers, could shoot webs and was recruited by Iron Man. It wasn't like the billionaire to suddenly pull a new hero into the fight, especially after the Accords had just been signed. That brought another question to the table: Did Spiderman even sign the papers?

"You've been busy." The attention turned back to the war criminal, his hands still tied up by Peter's own formula, and he hadn't broken out of them yet, how was that possible?

Tony started to scold Steve Rogers again, quite rudely saying, "You've been a complete idiot," spitting it in the Captain's face as the super soldier flinched slightly, allowing only Peter to spot the small motion. 

The billionaire continued to scold the hero for his antics of how he recruited different people. And as Tony's monologue continued on, Peter could see him snap before flinching back to reality.

"Did that when you signed." And there went Peter's star-struck feeling from meeting Captain America, no one gets to be a dick to Tony Stark, who was trying to keep his friends together.

Steve watched Tony's face fall from that last inch of hope he had, and the man snapped completely. "Alright, we're done." He looked away before facing the blue-eyed man again. "You're going to turn Barnes over and you're going to come with us because it's us."