Truth is... I'm a Stark

Why do I hear boss music?

"...Dude."
Ned simply shrugged his shoulders and walked away. Peter followed suit, reluctantly slinking into the crowd but couldn't help but feel hurt by his friends remark because, well...
Ouch.

He stood uneasily in the eye of a hurricane of perfume, alcohol and teenage sweat unsure of what to do; he'd never attended a party before and he'd only received etiquette training from his parents so he'd be able to show decorum in the future when he'd attended events and network with potential business partners. But no one had ever prepared him for something like this.

Come on Junior, Aunt Nat taught you ballet do something!

The teen put himself into the appropriate position then stopped and scratched his neck bashfully upon realising this party wasn't exactly the best situation to bust out some fouettés.

Er... what now. Oh my Thor, Rihanna's on!

Nah...

At a loss for ideas he resorted to an awkward two-step, hoping to blend in with his peers and remain unnoticed. His wish didn't come true.
Flash played a loud honking noise on the stereo system, "Penis Parker, what's up?" He called into the microphone. "So, where's your pal Spider-Man? Let me guess. In Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?" Flash played the honking noise again and everyone laughed, except Ned and Peter of course. "That's not Spider-Man. That's just Ned in a red shirt," Flash jeered and people began to boo and heckle Peter, who just gave a determined frown.
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Peter stripped himself of his shirt and quickly discarded his jeans.
"Hey, what's up? I'm Spider-Man. Just thought I'd swing by and say hello to my buddy Peter. Oh, what's up, Ned? Hey, where's Peter, anyways? He must be around..." he muttered as he paced the roof. He looked through the glass windows and sighed at the scene of his classmates at the party. "God, this is stupid. What am I doing?"

He spotted Ned looking for him but in the corner of his eye he noticed a bright blue explosion in the distance. "What the hell."
He instinctively pulled on his mask and lept off the roof, flipping off the house and shooting a thin line of spiderweb over a vast golf course. It flies off, having nothing to attach itself to, leaving Peter to run across the field. And, just his luck, the sprinklers were on.
"This sucks."
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A blue ray shot towards a damaged car beside a bridge. Upon impact the car exploded, the shooter cringed in surprise another man hooted and laughed as bolts of electricity burst out from the explosion.

"Now, this is crafted from a reclaimed sub-Ultron arm straight from Sokovia. Here. You try." The shooter passed to the other man.
"Man, I wanted something low-key. Why are you trying to upsell me, man?" The other man replied.
Silently, Peter crawled down the side of the bridge and hid.
"Okay, okay, okay. I got what you need, all right? I got tons of great stuff here. One sec." The eyes on Peter's suit narrowed as he watched the man enter his van that was full of weapons and machinery. "Okay, I got, uh, black hole grenades, Chitauri railguns..."

Black hole grenades???

"You letting off shots in public now? Hurry up. Look, times are changing. We're the only ones selling these high tech weapons."

Oh, this must be where the ATM robbers got their stuff.

"I need something to stick up somebody. I'm not trying to shoot them back in time."
"I got anti-grav climbers."