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Identity

Peter Parker was the definition of screwed.

At the moment, the freaking Avengers we're chasing him through the streets of Queens, attempting to apprehend him. The reason? He has yet to know why.

Luckily for Peter, he knew the streets of Queens like the back of his hand, and that created a challenge for Avengers. And so, the webslinger is expertly maneuvering his way through a back alley behind his favorite sandwich shop in Queens.

"-Get back here!" Peter heard someone shout, but he drowned any incoming commands out, blood pumping through his ears.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit...

All of a sudden, Peter was hit in the back by something circular, making him cry out in immense pain. He slammed into the wall of the building beside him before tumbling towards the ground, landing on his side. He winced as he scrambled to his feet just as the Avengers caught up to him, all armed and ready to battle.

"Come on, Spider-Man," Captain America warned, holding his shield up. "Just come with us and no one will get hurt."

Peter scoffed, mostly to himself, before righting himself, holding a hand to his aching back.

"I don't have to listen to you," he defied, sticking his head up in an offensive way. Steve shrugged.

"So be it."

The super soldier flung his shield towards Peter, the teenage superhero easily dodging the disk with a beginners side-step. He reached his hand out and caught the circular shield with his right hand. He did a "happy dance" in his head before chuckling, throwing the shield off towards a dumpster.

"That all you got, old man?" he joked. Before he knew it, Peter was on the ground, a burning sensation spreading throughout his chest. He looked down to see a spherical burn etched right into his suit. He looked up with wide eyes at Tony Stark standing there, repulser outstretched and pointing towards him.

"What the fuck, man! And here you used to be my idol," Peter gasped in a painful breath as he lay back on the concrete. Black Widow marched over to him, tying his hands in a seemingly "unbreakable" tie, yanking him to his feet.

"Get him in the quinjet," she ordered the boys, flicking her hand for added encouragement. Hawkeye and Captain America led the webslinger back to the jet, forcing him inside.

"Be careful! This suit is fragile!" Peter gasped as he fell to the ground, his ankle beginning to throb. Captain America shushed him with one motion, leaving the teen hero to sit there in silence, the tension rising.

Soon, they had made it to Avengers Tower, and Peter was dragged to an interrogation room. He was put in a restraint chair and the Avengers sat around him, all with glares fixated upon their features.

"We'll start off easy," Tony began, rifling through paperwork. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

Peter scoffed, tapping his foot lightly on the ground. "You think I'm going to tell you who I am? That's the whole point of a secret-identity! God, first all the baddies I fight every night and now you! I wear a freaking mask for a damn reason!" he wheezed half-heartedly after his small rant. Tony narrowed his eyes.

"You don't think we know what a secret identity is? Tell us your goddamn name!" he shouted, slamming his hands down on the desk.

Peter sat there for a moment, dazed. By the time he snapped back to reality, the Avengers were all staring at him intently, closer to him then before.

"Come on, be compliant," Natasha warned him, pointing a widow-bite in his direction. Peter swallowed numbly as his fingers drilled against the straps on the chair.

"Fine... fine..." he whispered, finally giving up. "I-I'll fell you everything you need to know, just please, don't get my family involved in this."

"Who are you, then?" Thor inquired, a genuine sense of confusion on his face. Peter sighed before effortlessly snapping the restraints on his wrists, dumbfounding the Avengers.

"Well, my name is Peter. Peter Parker." and with that, he lifted his mask off his face to reveal his sweaty mess of chestnut curls and his big brown doe eyes to go along with tear stained cheeks.

"Jesus Christ..." Tony whispered, taking in the youthful features of the boy in front of him. "How old even are you?"

Peter shrugged before looking down at his feet. "I-uh.... I'm s-seventeen-"

"SEVENTEEN?!" Steve yelled, slamming his hands on the table. Peter visibly flinched, his ears ringing.

"Y-Yeah... I started when I was fifteen..." he mumbled. {That didn't help at all, sweetheart.}

"So we attacked a teenager?" Natasha seethed, placing back and forth. Clint tried to comfort his partner but came to no avail.

"How did you get your p-powers?" Tony asked, trying to change the subject. Peter let out something that sounded like a defeated laugh.

"I was bitten by a radioactive spider at a field trip to Oscorp," he explained simply, not wanting to go into too much detail. The Avengers processed this before Bruce spoke up for the first time.

"What are your powers?" he asked. Peter sighed before standing, doing a quick stretch.

"Well, all my senses are enhanced, as well as my metabolism. I'm extremely lightweight, hence the ability to do acrobatics mid air. I have a warning sense in the back of my mind, letting me know when dangers is near so I can get out of the way."

"Explains how you caught my shield so easily..." Steve pondered, mostly to himself. Peter hummed in agreement.

"I can also stick to any surface. Here, i'll show you." Peter removed his gloves before jumping upwards, his hands attaching to the ceiling. He hung there, using his feet to swing himself back and forth.

"Damn, I thought that was the suit!" Clint exclaimed, awestruck.

Peter laughed, the feeling of danger slowly escaping his mind. Maybe revealing his identity was such a bad thing?

"Kid, you know why we 'kidnapped' you right?" Tony said, setting some papers into a pile. Peter shook his head.

"No, actually."

Tony cracked a smile.

"Well, welcome to the Avengers."