Truth is... I'm a Stark

You're Spider-Man

Woah.

"Woah?" Suit lady repeated in a questioning tone.
"Oh I said that out loud," Junior asked, face blushing behind his mask. "I mean, not woah, I mean it is alien technology which is pretty cool. But like, not super cool because crime is never cool and those guys are criminals and that's bad. But still kinda -"
"Peter, may I remind you of the robbery taking place," the AI interrupted the teen's flustered ramblings.
"Oh right - the robbery!"

All the bank robbers wore Avengers masks and were using advanced Chitauri technology.

"Yo, this alien technology makes it easy," one of the criminals said whilst cutting the outline of the machine's steel wall.

Alien?!

'I told you it was worth it," another robber replied.

"Go, go, go," a third criminal called to the others hurriedly and was then given a blue gun with three circular levers at the end. It began vibrating as it was aimed at the machine. The man backed away, pulling the machine doing so. Peter suspected it was some sort of anti-gravity weapon. ''We can steal five more seats tonight with this!" One of them announced as they grabbed the money slots and started putting them in the big bags. In front was a thug with an Iron Man plastic mask watching over the group.

Junior couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of his dad being the one simply keeping look out, letting the others get into the action. God knows that man's only attack plan was to...well, attack. He quickly silenced himself though, so he could enter the bank quietly through the front door. Softly closing it behind him, you know, like a normal person...

'Wait, I should probably make a cool entrance' the teen thought.

Well it's too late to do one of those cool superhero landings like the movies...

Who needs that anyway. C'mon Junior think, dad makes dramatic entrances all the time without even trying. That's it! Be like dad, add some of that Stark pizazz. I got this; it's in my genes.

In attempt of making a heroic pose to grab the attention of the bad guys he put his hand on the wall, fumbling a little and leaning sideways with his hand on his hip as he controlled the correct position he wanted.

Nailed it. Now time for a witty remark.

"Did you forget the PIN number?" Peter asked after giving a fake cough.

He he, I'm so funny.

All the bad guys turned around quickly to look at him, all wearing avengers masks: Iron Man, Captain America, Thor and Hulk.

No Aunt Nat...rude.

"Wow, you're the Avengers!" He gushed with fake astonishment. "What are you guys doing here?"

'Iron Man' raised his weapon, Junior clamped a web around the weapon and hit 'Iron Man' and 'Thor' causing them to fall to the ground and moan in pain. "Thor! Nice to finally meet you," he felt a slight twinge if envy after saying that; after all those years of his father being on the team and he still hadn't met the god of thunder. Which was so unfair! Wanda got to fight with him and Lila and Cooper met him for about a minute - he even stepped on her LEGOs! Oh what Junior would give for Thor to step on his LEGOs...

The hero jumped onto the ceiling with his hands and used his foot to kick 'Thor'. The thief turned back, hitting the glass plate in the back and falling to the floor.  "I thought you were prettier in person."

Ha ha, nice burn.

"Iron Man. Hey what are you doing robbing a bank? Your a billionaire dude."
The guy wearing the Hulk mask grabbed the blue gun and aimed it at Peter. "Hey," he called getting Peter's attention and Peter leaped at the criminal but he got caught in the blue gravity gun.
"Oh this feels so weird!" Peter yelled before he was smashed into the ceiling and the floor several times. He stuck his hand to the floor and webbed a desk from behind the criminal knocking him and the gun away. Peter flipped back onto his feet. "I'm starting to think you guys aren't the Avengers!" Junior quipped.

"Let's wrap this up it's a school night!" He flipped over and webbed three of the robbers together but the one in the Iron Man mask grabbed the purple gun and aimed it at the teen, who jumped out of the way, allowing the purple beam to tear through the bank and Mr Delmar's across the street. "Mr Delmar!" Junior bolted across the street and jumped through the gaping hole in the shop. The blaring of the distant sirens in his ears became white noise to him as he helped Mr Delmar escape the destroyed store before going back in to retrieve Murph the Cat. He stood a safe distance away from the store, panting, he then looked back at the store and was dismayed to see that the robbers had escaped. Peter just sighed; at least no one got hurt, plus, he had heard sirens so the police would hopefully catch them, besides, he had much more pressing matters to attend to.

How did such low-level criminals afford such powerful weaponry?

Who was selling them?

Just how powerful were they?

If they were as big as a threat as Junior suspected they were, he'd need to get help from someone. But who could he call? Spider-Man was yet to make any allies on patrol and if Peter were to tell his parents that would require him to reveal his identity. Something he wasn't sure he was ready to have out in the open, even just to his family - not yet at least. Well that was a problem for another day, he had already told Aunt May that he'd be spending the night there and it was approaching the time dinner would be almost ready. By 'almost ready' he meant that by now the woman must have already burnt her third batch of meatloaf and and was close to realising that she couldn't scrape of all the blackened bits in the garlic bread and sell it as 'crispy' and would give up and order some pizza. For every other amazing talent that woman possessed, she couldn't cook to save her life! With that funny thought, he then swung back home.

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Junior climbed up the wall of his apartment and looked through his bedroom window to see his aunt pass by quickly. He opened his window and closed it behind him and crawled along the ceiling. He made it to his door and used a web to close it before jumping down and shutting the door completely. Peter sighed with relief and turned around to lay on his bed before grinding to a halt.

Ned, was sitting on his bunk bed, slack jawed, with he LEGO Death Star on his lap. The LEGO set fell to the floor as the boy shot to his feet.

Despite himself, Peter couldn't help but flinch at the sight of the demolished Death Star; all that hard work...

"What was that?" May called upon hearing the crash.

"It's nothing!" Peter quickly assured her.

"Nothing," Ned repeated flabbergasted, "you're the Spider-Man. From YouTube!" He breathed.

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{AN: thanks for reading this chapter, if you enjoyed it please vote and comment!
Apparently the title of the new Spider-Man movie is gonna be Spider-Man: Homesick. I'm not sure if I'm a big fan of that - I've heard so many other options that sound better, in my opinion. Like Homebound, or Homefront, or my personal favourite Home Invasion. And of course Spider-Man: Home wrecker, an AU where Peter gives up on super-heroism all together and becomes a stripper. 😂

"Life can be beautiful," - Heathers .

Have a good day spiderlings. :)

~ Scarlet_Spidey}