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I've Really Messed Up This Time

After Peter's shift at the deli, he walked down the street a bit and then ducked into an alleyway. He quickly made sure no one was around, and then grabbed his homemade suit out of his backpack. He winced a bit when he pulled his sweater over his head but continued to undress and put his suit on. Peter grabbed his web-shooters, zipped his backpack, threw it up in the air, and shot a web at it, fastening it to the wall of the alley like he does every day. Pulling the mask over his head, he shot a web at a tall nearby building and launched himself into the air.

Peter loved the feeling of swinging around Queens. It was the only time he ever felt free, free to just be himself. Free to let go and let loose.

Free to be a kid. 

He decided to land on top of a tall building, which looked to be the building of a big business and look over the city. The sun was setting, so it probably a little after 6:00 by now. He sat down on the ledge, letting his legs dangle over it. Looking down, he could see people walking around, going about their daily lives. Most people wouldn't be able to see faces from where he was, but Peter could see the smiling faces of families walking together. He saw the joy and happiness they had, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. 

Longing for what he knew he would never have. Longing for what he felt he didn't deserve.

Peter jumped at the loud sound of metal hitting the roof of the building a few feet away from where he sat, startling him out of his thoughts. He quickly stood up and spun around. What he saw made his jaw drop and his eyes widen, the small whites of his goggles mimicking his action.

In front of him, was the one and only, Tony Stark. That alone made Peter extremely anxious, but accompanying him was Captain America, Black Widow, and Hawkeye. All of them were suited up and armed, which made Peter even more nervous.

Tony took a step forward. "You're the Spider-Man, right?" he asked. His faceplate was down, so Peter couldn't read his facial expression to gauge the situation.

"Uh, yeah," Peter answered, sending up a silent praise that he didn't stutter in front of the Avengers. "Yeah, that's me. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! What are you guys doing here?"

It was Steve's turn to take a step forward and address the spider. "We need you to come with us."

Peter's heart immediately started racing. He didn't like the sound of that. What do they want with me? he thought as he took a step back towards the edge of the building. "W-why?" He silently cursed himself for stuttering, for showing how scared he was.

"Look, son. We have zero intentions of hurting you, but we need you to answer a few questions and then you'll be free to go," Steve said, putting his hands up in an attempt to calm Peter down, but it was not working. Peter's eyes were scanning the area, looking for ways of escape. 

"What kind of questions? And I'm pretty sure you mean I'll be free to go if I answer your questions the way you want me to, am I right?" Peter remarked, trying his best to muster up some fake confidence while he panicked internally. He took another step back, now standing so that his heels were off the ledge of the building.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is tasked with dealing with supernatural and superhuman threats to ensure the safety of civilians. You obviously have some sort of superhuman capabilities, and so it is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s responsibility to ensure you aren't a threat," the Black Widow explained in an impassive tone, not giving away her personal feelings towards this situation. "We were tasked with bringing you in so that S.H.I.E.L.D. can make that judgment, so you can either come willingly, or we'll bring you in forcefully. Please, just save us the trouble and come with us."