The Choice-Spider-Man homecoming fanfic

Finding the shooter

Now if you take this twice every day, it should solve the vomiting and headaches," Dr. Banner said handing him a jar of pills. Peter winced at the thought of having to swallow hundreds of pills, but he took the jar anyways. "If you experience any other side effects," Dr. Banner continued, "then feel free to call me and I might be able to fix those too. Well, that just about wraps it up," Dr. Banner said in his calm voice and giving Peter a pat on the shoulder. "Ok," Peter piped, hopping down from the table. "Thank you, Dr. Banner," he yelled back as he left the room. Peter decided to take the stairs and swing down. Most of the people in that section of the building already knew he was Spider-Man anyways. When he exited the staircase he went over to one of the desks near the huge entrance of the tower and sat down in the chair to wait for Happy. After a while, as his boredom grew, he began to spin around in the chair over and over and over again until something caught his eye. Mr. Stark was talking to a tall, muscular man wearing all black who was following him around. Of course, that wasn't the part that was weird. Peter recognized the man. He seemed so familiar to him, but he just couldn't place it. Mr. Stark glanced over and, noticing Peter, he waved the man off and walked towards Peter. "What are you doing here?" "I was just checking in with Dr. Banner," Peter said. "Is everything alright? Were you hurt?" Mr. Stark asked with worry spreading over his face. "Everything's fine," Peter said reassuringly. "I just had some side effects from the cure, but I'll be fine if I take these," Peter piped, holding up the jar of pills and giving it a little rattle. "Ok. Well, make sure you take those. Where's happy?" "I don't know. He said he'd be down in a few minutes, but that was 30 minutes ago." "I'll call him down," Tony said picking up his phone and dialing his number. "Mr. Stark, can I ask you something?" "You just did," he joked. "Can I ask you two things?" "Just did," he laughed at the teen's frustrated face. "Can I ask you four things?" Peter asked frustratingly. "Shoot." "Who's the guy in black that was following you?" Tony looked up from his phone, slightly surprised. "Just my bodyguard," he answered. "Nothing to worry about. Why?" "I don't know there's just something so familiar about him," Peter said narrowing his eyes to get a better look at the man across the room. "Well, I'm sure you've seen him around before." "No. It's not like that I don't remember him from here, but maybe like-" Peter's eyes got as big as apples and his whole face went pale. "Peter what's wrong?!" He heard Mr. Stark yell in the distance. "Peter?! Peter?!" "The-the man," he stuttered before blacking out and falling into Tony's arms.

There he was again the tall man in black, but this time it was different, this time Peter was dressed as Spider-Man and this time the man in black was the one shooting Peter. The scene played out over and over. It really was the same man who shot Peter, the same man that caused MJ to find out who he was.

Peter woke, desperately gasping for air. "Breathe. Breathe," Dr. Banner's familiar, calm voice said. He took sharp breaths, in through the nose out through the mouth. After he was breathing somewhat normally again, Mr. Stark came to the side of the bed with worry written all over his face. "What happened kid? Was it the man? Are you alright?" "Uh yeah. I'm fine Mr. Stark," he lied. "It's probably just another side effect." Mr. Stark was about to say something else, but Peter interrupted before he could. He leaped out of the bed before anyone could stop him and yelled back. "I better be going home, right?" "Hey, kid. You are not alright! Get back here right now! I am not done talking to you!" But Peter didn't come back, leaving a very angry Tony and a very confused Dr. Banner. Peter knew he would regret that choice later on when Mr. Stark was yelling at him and calling him a toddler, but Peter had to figure something out, he had to think; think hard. He grabbed his backpack and the pills from off the desk where he left them and ran out the big doors. He thought about going to the car where Happy was waiting for him but thought against it instead. Knowing Mr. Stark, he would tell him to bring Peter back. So instead he swung a mile from the building and landed on the rooftop of an office building. He grabbed the suit and a bottle of web fluid out of his bag. After refilling his web shooters, he put the empty bottle back in his bag and changed into his suit. He swung all the way to the alley where he usually kept his backpack, changed back into his close, and hid his backpack behind the dumpster and walked\ran the rest of the way home. "Peter. You're back already! What happened? You look like crap!" Aunt May said as he walked in the door. "Nothing! Everything's fine!" Peter said quickly as he didn't even glance over at Aunt May, but headed straight to his room closing the door behind him. "He's alright," May assured herself. "He's just being a teen. He's just being a teen."