The adorable Spider-Man (who is misunderstood by everyone)

1 - First Meeting

He ran down the street. Away from the thugs that wanted the little money he had. He would even give them the money, they looked as if they would need it more than him, but they would want him to empty his pockets and then they would find the Spider-Man mask he had in his Hoodie pocket. And he was too scared to fight them. What if he hurt them? He couldn't risk it. So running it was.

He turned around a corner, out of the alleyway and into one of the busier streets. He could hear the frustrated breaths of his followers, but he wasn't safe yet. He tried not to run into anyone, but it wasn't easy. His Spidey-sense went crazy with all the input from his pursuers and the people around him. Since he lived on the street his Spidey-sense seemed to think that every single human was a threat. At last he bumped into someone. The one he bumped into was JACKED, which led to him falling backwards. Out of reflex he looked onto the ground and mumbled out a small 'sorry'. As soon as he wanted to stand up a hand was stretched out into his field of vision. That made him look upwards with a look of distrust on his face. He wanted to tell the person above him not to worry, but as he looked into the persons face he froze, his mouth agape.

Watching him, slightly annoyed but concerned look, was James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes aka the Winter Soldier!

"Are you ok?"

And he was talking to him! Wait, he was talking to him! He had to answer!

"I... I'm k.o.... wait, no... I'm ok! That's... yeah, I'm ok."

He stood up and tried to hide his blush by looking at his feet. Old sneakers, accompanied by old, torn clothes. Not the best first impression.

He looked up to find a small smile on the hero's face. That only made him blush more.

"Soooo, sorry I ran into you. That wasn't intentional by the way. Like, I bet there are a lot of people who would love to run into a hero like you, but this was only me being clumsy. Not that I wouldn't run into you intentional if I had seen you before. But no this time I haven't seen you and I would have run into anyone at some point. I should probably be more careful when walking on a busy street like this. Aaaaaaand I'm rambling again, right? I'm so sorry, I'm just really nervous to see one of my hero's standing before me and I'm so embarrassed to have walked into you, sorry again. I should just stop talking..."

His blush now covered not only his ears and face, but his hands as well. He still covered his face with them to hide his blush at least a little.

The Winter Soldier started smiling even more than before. The kid in front of him was weirdly cute and it was relaxing to have someone not trying to suck up to him or hating on him. But he should try to relax the kid as well, before he started having a panic attack or something.

"It's ok, you don't have to be sorry for saying your opinion. By the way, you probably know my name, but I don't know yours. Want to tell me?"

Peter looked up with wide eyes. He didn't think the WINTER SOLDIER was interested in knowing his name. Well, he probably only asked to be polite or something. He couldn't REALLY be interested in knowing Peter's name.

"I'm so sorry! I haven't realized I haven't told you my name yet. I thought you wouldn't be interested in it, as I'm just another one of your fans. I'm Peter! Peter Parker."

Only then Peter noticed something he didn't before. Or rather someone.

Sam Wilson aka The Falcon was standing behind the Winter Soldier with an amused grin on his face. His mouth fell open.

"OMG, you're here as well! I absolutely haven't seen you there. Sorry, sorry... I'm sorry. I should go now. I shouldn't even have bothered you that long! I'm sure you have better things to do than listening to a rambling teenager embarrassing himself. I'm sorry, I'll go now..."

The moment he wanted to go around the two heros he felt a hand being put on his shoulder holding him back. Out of reflex he tensed, but relaxed as fast, because his Spidey-sense was not ringing with these two. But the Falcon, who has put his hand on Peter's shoulder, noticed it anyway and withdrew his hand immediately.

"Actually, we would love to hear you ramble a bit more. Only if you're interested. We were forced to go on a walk and we are bored as fu.. uhm as heck. So, you wanna join us for dinner or something? Our treat. You look like you need it. No offense."

Peter looked down at his skeleton like figure and shrugged. Then he smiled and looked at the Falcon with a mischievous look.

"You are serious about wanting to hear me rambling or are you just amused by me embarrassing myself? I mean I would love to eat dinner with the both of you. Do you always just randomly pick fans to eat dinner with or...?"

This time the Falcon laughed out loud. He went quiet almost immediately, not wanting to blow their cover. As always it was only sunglasses and a cap (pun intended).

"Oh, it's because you're an interesting one. In most cases the first thing fans ask of us is if they can have an autograph. You still haven't asked for one."

The Winter Soldier nodded behind the Falcon, agreeing with what he said. Peter's eyes went wide at these words.

"Right! I still haven't asked you for an autograph! But I don't even have anything you could put it on or anything you could write with. But it must be so tiring to always give out autographs to every fan who sees you. Why would you remind me of something like that?"

He looked at them accusingly, which only made the heros smile again and shake their heads. The Falcon took a step forward and raised his hand.

"So anyway, you wanna come with us? As I said we will pay and you will entertain us. Deal?"

Peter gave a nod and took his hand.

"Sure, I can do that. You aren't mad about me asking questions, right? Can I do that? Only asking to be sure. You don't even have to answer! You can, if you want to. Sorry, you probably don't want to..."

"Peter!", this time the Winter Soldier interrupted him.

"It's ok. And stop apologizing all the time! You are not doing anything wrong. We would be honored to answer your questions. We will tell you when we don't want to answer something, it's no problem."

The Falcon cooed at that.

"Oooh, since when do you care about... anything really? Did little Pete over here melt your ice cold heart?"

Peter blushed again. The Winter Soldier only rolled his eyes at that.

"Anyway, Pete, do you have any wish where you want to eat? Anything is ok, don't worry."

He thought about it for a moment but then shook his head.

"I don't know. I could eat literally anything at the moment. I mean, not that I want you to buy me everything there is! But I can't decide. Would it be ok for you to decide where to go?"

The Falcon actually snorted at that.

"Sure, let's go to Shwarma. You always that polite? Is that normal where you live? You're a weird one."

Peter shrugged at that. He lived on the street, so, not really, but they didn't need to know that. If they didn't already know, which wouldn't be surprising.

Next thing he knew he was walking next to two of the Avengers, talking to them, on the way to Shwarma.