Chapter 1
His web caught another side of a building flinging him across the sky, nearing the end of his patrol Peter rushed his way back to the tower on call with Ned.
Summer break would be nearly over and yet nothing interesting had happened, the same small break ins and bicycle robberys kept him occupied for a while but being spiderman turned mostly into swinging around aimlessly waiting for something to happen.
Mr stark told him to stay low to the ground, but he could only do so much until he got bored.
Peter landed in an empty alleyway to change out of his suit, saying his final goodbyes to Ned got interrupted by a loud crash behind him.
A dumpster lid was slammed shut, like something had crawled inside that he didn't notice.
"No- I'm not looking in there" Peter laughed.
Ned joked along with him, that a raccoon would bite him and give him more powers.
"I don't think I can handle being spider-man and raccoon-man"
The lid flew open again, Peters scream scared the shit out of Ned over the call until he heard Peters awe's
"It's a kitty! Hi baby-!" he coo'd picking up the black cat and began petting their soft head.
He always brought home strays, even though Mr stark said it annoyed him he couldn't not! He always brought them to a shelter the next day anyway, and this cat had no collar.
Cradleing the kitty in his arms the cat changed from a dark midnight black to a bright calico, the black peeling from it's fur like a coat and growing smaller as Peter felt it seep in through his suit.
He screamed again trying to smack it off him, the cat had already hissed and fleed down the road.
"Dude! Stop screaming-! My moms asleep!"
"What the fuck!?" he yelled looking around the alley for where ever that thing went.
"Ned I'm not kidding, some weird sludge just- I don't know where it went! That was so gross!"
"What sludge?"
"The cat changed color! The black fur just crawled on me!" his voice cracked horrendously, so panicked he didn't even realize.
"Like.. Wait what-? What happened?" Peter heard his yawn over the phone, reminding him how late it was.
He tried reiteraing what happened to Ned, who didn't understand but believed him because that would be a weird thing to lie about.
They hung up after Peter reached the tower, still unsettled about what happened but when he really thought about it, it didn't make much sense.
He was tired, it was dark, the cat moved really quickly so it all could have been in his head.
He thought about telling Mr Stark but ultimately didn't because one, he was asleep and pepper had to send him home and two, it just didn't seem like something to panic over.
He fell asleep at home almost immediately and forgot about it the next day anyway.
Waking up and eating breakfast took noticeably longer than usual as he went back for thirds.
May laughed letting him know there was leftovers in the fridge if he was still hungry after that, knowing his metabolism was faster than average.
He actually did pack a lunch box, he would be working at the tower all day since his "internship" turned into an actual internship over the summer since it was good early job experience.
Peter would have offered to share some food with Mr Stark but his stomach felt like a black hole, not even an hour later he asked about dinner to Ms Potts who gave him a confused look.
"Peter sweetie, it's barely the afternoon." she smiled and offered a snack instead,
He took the poptart and then shared some more with Thor later that day, sitting in the Avengers tower living room playing board games after everyone arrived and finished daily training.
He did surprisingly well, at least better than average since Ms Romanoff noticed his improvement in fighting.
Complimenting his form and telling him to "keep it up" really made him proud of himself.
Concitering his mess ups and dumb mistakes during major battles recently he was doing well.
The day was coming to an end as actual dinner time rolled around, Bucky and Peter rough housed on the couch with Barnes putting him in a headlock as Peter kicked as much as he could.
Mr stark sat on his phone near by, already knowing he would have to break them up eventually,
"Mr stark! I'm hungry-!" Peter looked over at him, and moaned pretending to die in Bucky's arms, who over-reacted and tried to shake him awake while really badly fake crying.
"There's sandwich stuff in the kitchen," he didn't bother looking up, until Steve chimed in just after walking into the room.
He had a towel draped over his head after just getting out of the shower, wearing a clean grey tanktop and sweatpants.
"I can take you guys somewhere if you want."
"Oh wow, such a gentleman" Bucky teased and pushed Peter off the couch who thumped onto the floor no longer dead, thanking cap and rushing to grab his shoes.
Red Robbin wasn't fancy but it was damn good, Sam and Nat tagged along for the dinner date but they all sat staring at Peter with multiple empty plates, still shoveling Fry's into his mouth and drinking a milkshake he refilled three times already.
Sam nudged him out of his food trance, "did you not eat anything today-?"
"Oh- no I ate a lot actually. I think my fast metabolism is acting up."
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling to himself, "well I'm not a billionaire- so.. You know"
Peter looked down at his stack of plates and apologied, saying he could always get another snack later.
Natasha opened her mouth to make a joke, reaching for his fry pile unable to even finish a word before Peter grabbed her wrist so fast the whole table jumped.
He nearly knocked over his and Sam's drink, the group went silent before Peter let go quickly.
"Sosorry-! I don't know why- my reflexes are being weird I'm so sorry Ms Romanoff!"
Her wrist was red as she rubbed it awkwardly laughing reassuring him it was alright.
"Your like a dragon guarding gold." she smiled.
"Except the gold is.. Fry's."