The start of Homecoming
Peter had been having a great day.
He'd aced his chemistry quiz, eaten two sandwiches at lunch, and, for once, Harry hadn’t flipped him onto his back during training.
That last part was a win in itself.
But the best part-
He was finally starting to get it.
Harry’s training—the way he talked about control, strategy, and positioning—was actually making sense now.
Peter had never thought about fights that way before.
But now, as he perched on a rooftop in his suit, scanning the streets below, he found himself thinking about positioning, movement, where threats could come from.
That made him feel more prepared than ever.
Which was perfect timing.
Because the moment he spotted the group of guys in Avengers masks breaking into a bank, he knew it was go time.
Peter groaned as he pulled out his phone.
“Come on, come on, pick up…”
After a few rings, Happy Hogan’s voicemail kicked in.
Peter sighed and started talking anyway.
“Hey, Happy! Uh, so I just found some guys robbing a bank with, like, super illegal alien tech? You know, not normal weapons? Thought maybe Mr. Stark would wanna know?”
He waited a second, hoping Happy would miraculously pick up.
Nothing.
Peter sighed. “Right. Of course.”
Then he shoved his phone away, launched a web, and swung down to handle it himself.
Peter landed gracefully on the sidewalk outside the bank’s broken window.
“Guys, come on,” he called, hands on his hips. “If you’re gonna rob a bank in Avengers masks, at least pick a side. Are you pro-heroes or anti-heroes?”
The men inside froze.
Then one of them, wearing a Thor mask, cursed. “Shit—it’s Spider-Man!”
Peter grinned. “Aww, you know me!”
The Hulk-masked guy raised a modified weapon—Chitauri tech—and aimed.
That’s when Harry’s training kicked in.
Peter didn’t wait for the shot to fire.
Instead of dodging reactively, like he normally would, he moved first—forcing the robber to adjust.
Control the fight.
He webbed the guy’s wrist and yanked, throwing off his aim before the weapon could fire.
The energy blast missed completely, scorching the ceiling instead.
Peter grinned. That’s one down.
But there were still three more.
The Iron Man-masked guy charged at him, swinging wildly.
Peter, instead of just dodging back, angled his movement—sidestepping in a way that forced the guy closer to the teller desks.
The moment the guy turned—
Peter webbed his feet to the floor.
Iron Man Mask tripped, slammed face-first into the counter, and went down.
Peter grinned. That’s two.
The last two guys—Thor and Captain America Masks— moved together, using the bank layout to force Peter into a corner.
Which meant…They thought he was trapped.
Peter smirked.
Then, instead of trying to break through, he led them further in, dodging just enough to make them follow him.
And right when they overcommitted—
Peter backflipped over them and webbed both of them to the counter.
Captain America Mask cursed. “Son of a—”
Thor Mask struggled. “Get off me, man!”
Peter dusted off his hands. “Aaaand that’s four.”
Just as Peter secured the last guy, the weapon that Thor Mask had dropped started glowing.
Peter stiffened.
“Uh. That doesn’t look normal.”
The blue energy pulsed ominously.
Then, before he could react, it overloaded, sending out a shockwave that blew out the bank windows completely.
Peter was thrown back, barely catching himself as shards of glass rained down.
The robbers groaned, dazed from the blast.
Peter shook himself off, heart pounding. “Okay. Not what I wanted to happen.”
He rushed forward, webbing up the weapon before it could cause any more damage.
And that’s when he noticed the glowing purple stone inside it.
Peter frowned.That… looked weirdly important.
The police sirens blared from outside.
Peter took a step back, glancing between the captured robbers, the damaged bank, and the glowing tech in his hands.
Normally, he’d just leave this stuff behind for the cops.
But this was alien tech.It thrummed with energy, faintly pulsing in his palm.
This wasn’t just a bank robbery.
Something bigger was happening.
And if no one else was going to look into it?
Then he would.
Alone ( after all he was Spider-Man and no one knows about it)
(Harry: ........ If it weren't for braking the 4th wall, you would be grounded for doing dangerous things along even if it makes me a hypocrite)
Peter rushed home, eager to start analyzing the alien tech.
He barely even registered that Ned was supposed to come by—too focused on getting his suit on and starting his investigation.
So when Ned finally walked into Peter’s room?
He came face-to-face with Spider-Man.
Peter, hanging upside down from the ceiling, froze.
Ned, holding a LEGO Death Star piece, stared.
Silence.
Ned’s entire brain short-circuited.
The Scream
Ned dropped his LEGO piece.
Peter dropped from the ceiling.
Ned pointed at him. “Y-YOU’RE—”
Peter ripped off his mask. “SHHHHHHH!”
Ned took a deep breath—
And screamed.
Peter tackled him onto the bed, slapping a hand over his mouth.
“Ned! Ned, shut up!”
Ned muffled something against his hand, eyes as wide as saucers.
Peter slowly moved his hand away.
Ned gasped for air.
Then whispered—
“DUDE.”
Peter sighed. “Yeah.”
Ned sat up, still in shock. “You—you’re Spider-Man?!”
Peter groaned. “No, I just like dressing up and climbing walls for fun.”
Ned ignored the sarcasm completely.
His hands shot to his head. “Oh my God. This makes so much sense now.”
Peter blinked. “It does?”
Ned nodded furiously. “YES! Why you’re always disappearing! Why you’re so good at dodging Flash!”
Peter froze.
Oh.
Oh, crap.
Harry.
Ned gasped dramatically.
“WAIT. If you’re Spider-Man—then the Stark Internship—”
Peter immediately held up his hands. “It’s real! It’s just—not what I told you.”
Ned’s jaw dropped. “DUDE. YOU’RE LITERALLY WORKING FOR TONY STARK.”
Peter sighed. “Technically, yes. But also, NO ONE CAN KNOW.”
Ned grabbed him by the shoulders. “PETER. HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS?!”
Peter waved his hands. “Because I already freaked out months ago!”
Ned paused.
Then narrowed his eyes.
“…Does Harry know?”
Peter hesitated.
“…I think he doesn’t.”
(Yeah right)
Ned stared.
“You think?”
Peter fidgeted. “He’s… weirdly observant.”
Ned nodded quickly. “Yeah. Because he’s a spy doctor lawyer!”
“So wait—if Harry doesn’t know, what’s your plan?”
Peter froze.
“…Plan?”
Ned grinned. “Oh, you definitely don’t have a plan.”
Peter buried his face in his hands.
The freakout didn’t last long.
Because within minutes, Ned was fully onboard.
“Okay, okay,” Ned said, pacing the room. “This is huge. Like, next-level huge.”
Peter sat on his bed, rubbing his face. “I know.”
Ned spun around. “And you need help.”
Peter frowned. “I—what?”
Ned pointed dramatically. “You need me. Every hero has someone running backup. Someone on the computer. Someone in the chair.”
Peter blinked. “…The chair?”
“Yes! You know, the guy in the chair!”
Ned grabbed Peter’s desk chair, spun it around, and plopped down in it.
Peter narrowed his eyes. “You just wanna sit in my chair.”
Ned waved him off. “Irrelevant.”
Then he grinned. “Dude, think about it. You go out fighting crime, and I’ll be here, running searches, hacking into security cams, tracking the bad guys—you know, hero support!”
Peter hesitated.
Then, after a moment—
“…That actually sounds kinda awesome.”
Ned grinned even wider. “RIGHT?! I can be, like, your own personal Oracle!”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been watching too much Batman.”
Ned ignored him. “Come on! You’ve been doing this alone, right? Imagine how much easier it’d be if you had real-time backup.”
Peter bit his lip. “I mean… yeah.”
Then he sighed. “But seriously, you can’t tell anyone. Not May, not your parents—no one.”
Ned held up a hand. “Dude. You literally just handed me the greatest secret of all time. Do you really think I’d mess this up?”
Peter squinted. “I dunno. You did scream.”
Ned rolled his eyes. “You dropped from the ceiling in a spandex suit! It was a natural reaction!”
Peter grinned. “Still funny, though.”
Ned shoved him playfully. “Whatever, Spider-Dork.”