Avenger? Me? Ahaha! [Spiderman and Avengers Crossover]

They arrived at the tower rather fast. Peter looked down the whole time. They entered to see the Avengers sitting on the couch. They turned their heads to see a bruised Peter and a frowny Tony.

"What happened Peter?" Natasha asked. "Nothing." He mumbled. "Was it someone from school?" Steve asked. They all knew he hated bullies. "Yes.." He muttered under his breath. Steve growled. "It won't happen again, I promise." Peter tried to reason.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Peter." Bruce said. Peter smiled, even though it hurt because it reminded him of Gwen. "But those are the best kind." Peter grinned. "What?" Clint asked. "Inside joke.." He responded.

"Okay who's the kid who did that to you?" Natasha asked. "I'm not telling–" the elevator door opened to reveal Nick Fury.

Everyone stood up and went over to Fury. "What's going on?" Bruce asked. "Well let's just cut to the chase, since Peter here is only 16, and has no relatives left, he will have to put into the orphanage. Child Services will find out." Fury informed.

Natasha put a hand on Peter's shoulder. "He is a teenage superhero, we can't just leave him in the orphanage with normal people. What if they found out he is Spiderman?" She tried to reason, as always.

"Agent Romanoff, Peter has kept his identity under wraps for what now? 2 years? I think he'll be just fine." Fury replied smugly.

"I'll adopt him." Tony said. Everyone stared at him mouth gaping, "I thought you didn't like kids." Steve said. "Peter's a teenager, besides he's cool. He's smart & stuff so it's good enough for me." Tony flashed a smile.

"I guess it's settled? Stark, I'll send over adoption forms—" he cut Fury off. "Send those to Pepper." He said. Everyone shook their heads knowing Tony wouldn't ever do paperwork. Peter's mind was not that excited. Do I deserve this? I don't.. I don't. I kill everyone I get close too.. Maybe I should.. not be an avenger.. Thoughts ran into Peter's head. "No." He said bluntly.

Everyone looked at him concerned. "What?" Tony asked. "..don't adopt me. Dont do anything. I don't want to be an Avenger." Peter responded. "What, why?" Steve asked. "I-I just can't. I'm sorry." Peter said. "You'll have to go to the orphanage, Peter." Fury said again.

Peter walked by the window that was open. "Peter. You'll have to come with me." Fury said. They walked toward Peter slowly. He removed his jacket, his pants and shoes fast. He grabbed his mask from the jacket. He was wearing his Spiderman suit. He placed the mask on. "Peter! Come with me right now!" Fury ordered.

"You'll have to catch me first." He said and jumped out the window. He swung a web, ignoring the yells and screams for him. He couldn't do it before. He couldn't do it now.

He still grieved. Over Gwen. Over Uncle Ben. Over Aunt May. Over everyone. His world broke when Gwen died and it ended when Aunt May died.

He swung over to Aunt May's house. Seeing as it is still burnt, he walked inside. The door was unlocked, weird.

He looked inside. Everything was burnt. All his memories. Everything.

He ran to Aunt May and Uncle Ben's room. He looked around, and grabbed the family photo. It was his parents, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and him.

He went into his room, and went into his closet, grabbing the bag that had the initials of R.P. He placed the photo in it. He grabbed everything he needed, all his memories that were saved. He put it in the bag. He found a lot of cash under his Aunt May's room. It was in a box. He read the paper that was in it as well, a letter?

Dear Peter,

When you read this, I'll be gone. I know, that would probably be a long time from now, well not a lot. But I want to let you know I love you. With all my heart. And let me tell you something— I've always known you were Spiderman. I know your not stupid enough to wash the American flag, and I know you don't get mugged or whatever every night. I'm proud. But every night, I think, I know, that one day you'll get hurt and I don't want that to happen. I love you, Peter. So I left all my life savings in this box. Keep it. Make your life worth something, Peter and whatever you do I'll be proud; so proud. I hope your know that. We all are so proud, Gwen, Uncle Ben; we all are proud. All the battles and fights you have went through, yes it terrifies us, but your amazing. Not because your Spiderman.

Because your Peter Benjamin Parker.

Love,

Your Aunt May.

He clutched the paper as if his life depended on it. How can I undo all the pain? He asked himself.

Tears brimmed his eyes, though his mask was still on.

He placed everything inside the bag. And left. He changed into his civilian clothes before leaving and put his mask in the bag; his suit under his clothes.

He walked to the graveyard. Aunt May's funeral was only a few weeks away. He was about to get to Gwen's grave. But someone was there.

"Harry?"