Technically not a hero

Peter had one rule in life, his dad had set it in place when he was 5.

He will never be a superhero; Well his exact words were he couldnt become a avenger.

He neglected to mention any rules about being a vigilante, which left him with a suit and a dream.

It also left him with a very, very limited support system when he gets hurt.

Which in turn leads him to this.

Bleeding out in a alleyway.

Now, in his deffence, when he heard a boy crying, he didnt expect to get shot while calming him down.

He had heard the boy crying in a alley way, so he dropped down from the roof he was pretched ontop of. Once he got down there he saw a boy in a grey sweater kneeling over someone who looked like his dad or uncle. It crazy how similar he and the looked. When he looked at that boy he saw himself, kneeling over Harry Osborns uncle who was bleeding out under him. He had taken him and Harry out to dinner the week after their Oscorp trip, where he got his powers.

After he slipped out of his trance he went over and checked the mans pulse, only to sigh when he felt nothing. He knew he was dead by how much blood there was. The thing was he could hear three heart beats. Which, now that he was bleeding out, he probably shouldve payed more attention to that fact. But he was definitely wrapped up into his emotions more then normal.

It was over as fast as it started, the boy stood up and ran, his spidey sences went off and, he heard a gun go off and a sharp pain in his shoulder. Thats when his body finally decided to run, he ran until his brain processed how soaked his suit felt.

He unstuffed his face portion of his mask, he then carefully pulled back the fabric of the suit around his shoulder. It was healing, not as quick as it could but still quick. He hadnt eaten alot that day, but he was starting to be thankful for that because cutting his shoulder open to get the bullet out would be a ton of work.

"Karen open my window and tell me where dad, mom and harls are." Peter spoke, starting his way back to stark tower.

"Of course Peter. The window has been opened, and Irondad, Salt, and Harls, are in the living room next to your room." She said, he then made a reminder to change her programing to say their names and not his contact names.

As he fell into his room he made a louder thunk then he shouldve. He heard the TV pause in the other room. He froze when he heard footsteps coming towards his room.

"Hey, you okay in there Pete?" It was Harley.

"Im good! Just fell off my bed!" He yelled back,

"Alright..." He heard the footsteps get fainter, Harley tell his mom and dad he was fine, just fell off his bed and the movie start again.

He got back up and slid his arm out of the suit, keeping the rest on so only his suit would get blood on it.

He opened a compartment where he kept his suit in and grabbed some tweezers, he carefully started to tug on the bullet, the muscle healimg around it. He would half to rip it, which would hurt like a bitch.

He braced himself and yanked hard enough for it to come out, he let out a considerably loud cry as it came out. It had some flesh on it, which was gross.

He was so caught up in trying to plug up the wound he didnt hear the fast footsteps towards his room and the jiggling of his bedroom door knob. He didnt process it until the door was open and he face to face with his family.

It felt like forever until someone moved, while in reality it was seconds at the most.

He saw his dad rushing over and talking to him, he couldnt hear it though, all he saw has his family crowding him.

"-eter! Peter! What the fuck happened-!" He heard his dad yell,

"I-"

"Peter! Oh my god- Are you okay?!" That was his mom.

"Peter what the fuck??!" That was his brother.

"I-"

"What happened-"

"If you would all be quiet and let me explain, you would know!" he yelled, which quieted everyone.

Thats when he saw his dad finally take in what he was wearing. He saw his eyes widen even farther, Spider-man had recently been contacted by Ironman, and he had told him everything Spider-man did and what he been through. He could almost see the gears turning and connecting.

"I was-"

"You were shot?!" Harley yelled as he saw the bullet, his dads head snapped to look at the bullet. His wound already healed, only a small scar where it entered.

"Oh you are so grounded." Were his dads first words.

"...technically im a vigilante, not a hero." He defended

"Same thing! Im taking the damn suit away from you and you arent gonna be aloud out for so long." He said.

"Thats not fair!" he exclaimed.

"You are a child! You shouldnt be out trying to stop crimes!"

"I dont care! You didnt care when spider-man wasn't me! why do you care now?!" He yelled back,

"Because your my son! You shouldn't be out this late! People are getting stronger and mutations are one the rise1 We can only do so much! One of these days it wont just be a petty criminal you come across!"

"Im mutated! I was bitten by a radioactive spider at oscorp! im sorry that ive become whatever i am but i cant live normally anymore! Im not perfect anymore- i have powers that can help people. Id be crazy to not use them!"

"Youre... what?" His face changed,

"H-How- you-"

Peter decided to jump up onto the ceiling and flash his fangs.

"Thats so cool." He heard Harley say,

He jumped back down "Dad, if you take away the suit, then i'll have to go out without Karen and the ability to contact anyone if things go south. So id like you to think long and hard before you do anything." He said calmly.

The next thing he felt was his moms arms around him, followed by his dad and brothers.

He took that as a win.

When they pulled away, Tony asked "Who the hell is Karen?"

"Hello, Irondad, im Karen. Peters AI system." Came a voice from the ceiling,

"...you built your own AI to replace FRIDAY?"

"...yes"

"holy shit."

"Wait... Irondad?"

Peter groaned