Everyone knows about the Avengers. The immortals. The people who have been there for centuries.
Everyone knows about Spider-man. The one, who died before he was an immortal. The one who kept the Avengers happy. Who died, killed for saving the world. The universe, even. The one who was the glue while the Avengers argued among themselves.
And when he died, the Avengers made peace with each other. If even only for Spider-man. To full fill the Spider´s last wish.
His last wish, telling them to listen to each other. To communicate.
It was decades after Spider-man died, that the Avengers found out that reincarnation was real.
***
“Oh. My. God” Peter muttered, staring wide-eyed at where he managed to stick his hand to a fruit. “Ned- Ned, am I going crazy?” he asked the boy beside him, who just stared at his hand.
Well. At least Peter wasn´t insane.
“Peter, dude, are you- how- Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Ned was freaking visibly out. “How did you get this power?” he asked, and Peter just shook his head in disbelief. “I- I don´t know!” he exclaimed, and Ned just stared at him. “They just appeared! I swear!” Peter said, and Ned nodded quickly. “Right, right, of course. Of course” the boy muttered under his breath.
“Try and- try and unstick from the fruit” Ned suddenly said, and Peter nodded rapidly. “Right. Yes.” Peter hurried, doing his best to- well. He didn´t even know.
“Ned- Ned, it´s not coming off” Peter panicked, and Ned quickly calmed him down. “Hey- Peter, it´s-” Suddenly Peter´s senses were dialled to- well. He´d say eleven. He quickly covered his ears- yes, with the apple- looking wide-eyed to Ned, who immediately shut up.
“Too loud?” he whispered, which came to Peter much louder, and the boy slowly nodded. “Alright- let´s just try to calm down” Ned muttered, and Peter hummed quietly in agreement. “Sure- yes” he muttered, and winced slightly at how loud that was.
As his shoulders slowly lost their tension, and the only sound he heard was his and Ned´s breathing- and the cat a few blocks down, the conversation of Ned´s neighbours, and, like what feels like the whole country- the apple slowly unstuck, until it fell down onto the floor with a thud.
Peter took a deep breath in, before slowly taking his hands off his ears. “Alright…” he breathed out, and Ned just stared at him. “Dude! You- how?” he whispered, and Peter shrugged. “I don´t know how but- I… don´t think I need my glasses anymore” he suddenly trailed off, before slowly taking his glasses off. He stared down at them, then back up at Ned, and realised he could see. Perfectly.
“Fuck…” he whispered and Ned slowly nodded. “Fuck” he repeated.
***
“Today, we are going to talk about Spider-man” their teacher announced, and multiple groans went around the classroom. It sounded like a lame man.
“Hey! Shut it. He´s the only reason that the Avengers are still together today” the woman scolded them, and multiple eyebrows raised. “Really?” Someone sceptically said, and the teacher nodded.
“He was the youngest of the Avengers. Thirteen years ago, a world threatening event happened. He died, a week before the Avengers wanted to make him immortal. His last wish was for the Avengers to stay together. So, they did. His powers were, that he could stick to things, all kind of sicknesses of him got cured, he had super-strength, speed, and just like the whole pack. His senses were great, and he…”
Peter zoned out the rest. He stared wide-eyed at Ned, who stared right back.
What the fuck was going on with him?
***
“We´ve got a field trip to SI!” Mr. Harrington said as soon as he entered the room for Academic Decathlon practice. All heads immediately shot up. “How?” Abe immediately asked, starstruck. “For winning at our nationals!” he happily exclaimed, and Peter internally groaned. Because how was he going to hide his Spider powers from the Avengers?
But then again, they were probably just another field trip to SI. Yea, they wouldn´t be noticed. Hopefully.
“Penis, happy to go to somewhere where much smarter and better people are?” Flash suddenly asked behind him, grinning, and Peter raised an eyebrow. That was a really bad insult, even for Flash. “Right…” Peter muttered, and before Flash could say anything else, Mr. Harrington was handing out the permission slips to them.
“Make sure to have them filled out by next week!” the teacher happily said, and cheers went around the class. Because they were going to go to SI. It wasn´t a joke, it was reality. They were going to fucking SI.
***
“I hate my life” Peter muttered from where he was sitting next to Ned on the bus. The other boy patted his shoulder. “It´ll be alright. They probably won´t even care about another field trip. Sadly…” Ned muttered the last part and Peter sighed. He couldn´t blame his friend, though. He would also be fanboying. If not for the fact that he was probably a reincarnation of Spider-man, who died on the exact day he was born.
Wonderful.
“Penis, ready to be humbled by all the tech they have?” Flash suddenly called from the back, and Peter groaned. “You seem very interested in the male orgasm, Flash” MJ commented from where she was reading her book. The boy quickly shut up. “Thanks” Peter muttered, and MJ just hummed.
God, Peter was in love with her.
After Liz rejected him, Peter slowly got a crush on MJ. And she was hot. And clever. And just… everything good.
Huh. He was becoming like one of those people that would swoon over their crush. Oh hell no.
“So… what are you most excited about?” Ned asked Peter, and Peter shrugged. “Leaving” he said, and Ned choked on his own spit. “You can´t be serious?” Peter just shrugged again.
“Kids, we´re here!” Mr. Harrington said, and immediately everyone was trying to get out the bus. “Hey- One after the other. In a line” The man tried, and finally, after a few minutes, the students understood they weren´t getting out unless they did as asked.
“Hello everyone!” A woman greeted them as soon as they entered. “You´re the group that won nationals, right?” She kindly asked, and Mr. Harrington nodded, he, too, being star-struck. “Great! So, everyone needs a badge, which I´m going to hand out now” She explained, before she started calling the names.
“Eugene Thompson!” she called, and the boy was far too smug for getting a guest badge. He wore it with pride.
“Edward Leeds!” The boy quickly got his badge, before going back next to Peter. He had a big smile on his face.
“And lastly, Peter Parker!” she called, and Peter tried to make himself as small as possible as he went up. Flash sneered in his direction. “Thank you!” he said, before making his way back.
“Alright, now that everyone has their badge, let me tell you; Keep it on at all times. Otherwise, our AI and head of security, Happy Hogan-” multiple cheers went around at the name of the immortal. “-will not be lenient. They are very strict when it comes to things like that” she said, before taking them to a scanner.
“Robin Rave, Level 4, welcome back” A voice said, making them all jump. “That´s FRIDAY, Mr. Stark´s AI. She runs the building” She explained. “Thankfully the scanner is only for show” Peter heard her mutter under her breath, and he let out a small, amused chuckle, which he quickly covered up with a cough.
Right. He shouldn´t be able to hear that. One after the other, they went through the scanner.
“Eugene Thompson, Level 1” “Michelle Jones, Level 1” and so on.
“Peter Par…” Suddenly the AI stopped. Peter blinked up at the ceiling from where he was standing at the line. “FRIDAY…?” he hesitantly asked, and Robin stared at him. He felt her stare, at least. Just like everyone else´s eyes were on him. “She- she doesn´t talk to anyone outside the-” she got interrupted by the AI.
“Yes, Peter?” she asked, and Robin´s jaw fell open. “She- you-” she was at a loss for words. “Wait here a second” She immediately demanded, before going to the front desk. The team was left standing in uncomfortable silence.
“What did you do?” Cindy asked, frowning, and Peter looked at her helplessly. “I don´t know!” he exclaimed, and the girl slowly nodded. “Right, okay” she muttered, clearly not believing him. Peter wanted to officially die.
He looked at Ned in the way that said ´I told you so´ and the boy winced. “Sorry!” he mouthed, and Peter just glared at him.
He loved Ned, really, but-
His Spidey sense blared, and he quickly pulled Ned away, making the boy yelp. A second later Hawkeye- It was Hawkeye! - was in the same spot. All eyes were on the man, who just stared at Peter. The man looked up, and then back to Peter. Multiple times.
“Uh- hi?” Peter said, and the man nodded. “Hello. So, you´ve got great reflexes?” he asked, and Peter quickly nodded. That was a good lie. Right?
“Yes! Definitely! I trained- I trained them. A lot” Peter rambled, and the older man raised an eyebrow. “Well. I´m Clint” Peter nodded; star struck. “And you…?” The man asked, and Peter quickly realised he should answer. “Uh- Peter, Mr. Hawkeye Clint Barton sir!” Peter squeaked, and he saw the man suddenly tense. “S-sorry?” he whispered, and Peter frowned.
“Are you alright, sir?” he asked, and Hawkeye nodded quickly. Too quickly. “Yes uh- yes, I´ll be going now!” The man hurried, and just before he walked away, Peter could swear he saw tears in the man´s eyes.
The whole team was still staring after him, when finally, Robin came back. “So!” she clapped her hands. “Let´s continue!”
***
“The last part before lunch is to make something yourself out of what you find in the boxes” Robin said as they arrived at some lab. “You´ve got an hour” she added, and everyone quickly went to a table.
Peter quickly noticed- there was no table left for him. Huh. Well, he made his own stuff at home also on the floor. This shouldn´t be a problem.
He took a look inside the box of stuff, and quickly took out everything he needed to make a robot. It was something small, and easy to make in the time given.
While he was working, he heard footsteps behind him, and he turned around to come face to face with Harley. Harley Stark. Another immortal. The boy raised an eyebrow seeing him. “On the floor?” he asked, and Peter shrugged. “There´s no table left, sir” he said, and the boy grinned. “So, instead of asking for an extra table, you just- decided to work on the floor?” Peter nodded. “I do it at home too” he simply said, before turning back to his robot. He was almost done with the code and then he should be done.
Suddenly the immortal boy sat down next to him. “I want to see what you´re doing” he simply said, and Peter huffed slightly. He finished the code and looked back at his robot. Then he looked to Harley, who was still watching his hands. Before using his brain, like he should, Peter took the robot, shoved it into Harley´s hands, and turned it on. The immortal, still startled by getting the robot shoved into his hands, didn´t immediately react.
At least not, until the robot suddenly twerked. Right. Into. Harley´s. Face. The robot was suddenly on the floor. And Harley was staring at Peter. Then the robot. Then back at Peter. They stared at each other quietly.
“I shot him in ze legs” Peter whispered, and the robot? It suddenly had a shield. That was formed like a dinner plate. And was painted like Captain America´s shield. Harley stared at it. Then back at Peter. “I-” Harley opened and closed his mouth multiple times.
“Time´s up!” Robin called, and everyone stopped on their stuff. “So, Mr. Stark, why don´t you choose your favourite?” She said, and the boy slowly nodded, standing up. Suddenly the immortal laughed. Like, full on laughed. “This one. This boy won” he said in between wheezes, and she raised a brow. “What did he do?” she asked, and Harley grinned.
“He made a robot. That can twerk. He gave me this robot that can twerk. And made it twerk. In my face” he said, and Robin chuckled. “Of course one of those would be your favourite” she muttered, and Harley just shrugged half-heartedly. “Well! I´ll be on my way then!” He said, before leaving.
Peter was still on the floor, trying to understand what happened. “How did Penis impress two Avengers?” He heard Flash hiss, and for once, he couldn´t disagree. “What the fuck is my life?” he whispered. “Well, it´s time for lunch!” Robin cheered and Peter quietly followed her, like the rest of his team.
Oh boy. He hoped lunch would end well.
***
Of course, that hope came crashing down when an alarm went off. Right as he was eating his pizza too!
“Alright! Everyone, stay calm and follow me!” Robin shouted over the mass of panicking teenagers. Great.
Peter, of course, just went over to her, and she gave him a grateful look. “May I?” he gently asked her, and she gave a confused nod.
“SHUT UP!” He screamed, and, considering that he never screamed, everyone, of course, shut up. “Thanks” she told him, before turning to the others. “Follow me” she demanded, and everyone did so gladly.
“We´re going to a safe room, so-” Before she could finish, Peter´s tingle blared, and he quickly threw her to the ground, just as a bullet went over their head. He quickly stood up again, Robin following not long after, and saw a group of invaders in front of him. Great. Suddenly there was a gun to his head. Even greater.
“All of you, follow me-” Peter suddenly felt his head burn. Multiple memories suddenly appeared in his head, and he immediately understood. Those were the memories of his past life. He stumbled a bit, wide-eyed, and the gun was pressed further into his temple.
Right. There was no time to be weak. “Do not move!” The man holding the gun hissed, and Peter shakily nodded. He remembered everything.
Including how to fight.
Peter grabbed the wrist of the man, who let out a surprised yell, and he turned it to the side, so that the sound of bones breaking filled the room. He quickly swept the legs from under the man, and jumped to the side, just as a bullet went where Peter just was.
“Run!” he called to the others, who quickly did so. Thankfully, none of them tried to play hero like he was doing right now.
Oh well. His father did always tell him that he had a hero complex.
And wasn´t that weird? To call someone he considered far above him his dad? He didn´t have much time to dwell on it as another bullet shot past him. “FRIDAY, you wouldn´t happen to know where the web shooters are, would you?” he asked in between dodging bullets. “Your father has them in his lab” FRIDAY´s voice said, and Peter internally groaned.
Of course.
“Can you… take me there if I take the elevator?” he asked, and FRIDAY gave a confirmation.
Great.
He dodged another bullet, just before rushing towards the elevator that he knew was somewhere around. “Sorry, change of plans!” he called over his shoulder. His Spider-man humour was coming out.
He literally slid into the elevator. “Where is everyone?” he asked as soon as the doors closed. “Most of them are taking care of where most of the invaders are, and a few are making sure everyone is safe” FRIDAY answered him, and he slowly nodded. “Great” he muttered, when the elevator doors opened.
Peter quickly ran to the door that he knew the lab was in. “FRI?” he asked, and the doors opened. “Alright…” he muttered to himself, quickly searching the lab. It wasn´t long until he found what he needed.
“FRI, what´s the chance of Dad killing me after this?” Peter asked, just before leaving the lab. “It is over seventy percent, Peter” the AI answered, and Peter internally groaned. But anyway. He had to get to his team. Somehow.
“Right, can you lead me to my class?” He asked, and the AI didn´t say anything but opened the elevator doors. “Thanks!” he called, before entering the elevator.
It wasn´t long until he reached the floor. “So…” he trailed off. “You need to go down the hallway. Then right. They are there, and a few invaders are also there” FRIDAY told him, and Peter immediately hurried. His class was in danger.
He turned around the corner and saw multiple guns pointed at his class. He didn´t think long, before he used the web shooters, webbing four of them to the wall. He turned to the other ones, and he didn´t hesitate to kick one of them in the stomach and another one in between the legs. Well. Now he only had one to worry about.
Peter quickly shot another web, and the man was webbed to the ground. He turned back to his class, and they were all staring at him. Then he looked past them and saw Kate standing there. She was looking at him with wide eyes. Tears were building up in her eyes.
He slowly raised his hand and waved at her. “Hey Katie” he said quietly, knowing she heard. A second later he was in her arms, and she was squeezing the life out of him. “Kate-” he grunted out, but the girl just hugged him tighter.
“You died” she hissed, and Peter felt her sob. “I did. Ever heard of reincarnation?” he softly said, and the girl pulled them apart and looked at him. “You- you look exactly like you…” she whispered, and Peter nodded softly. “I am me. I just remembered when… I had the gun to my head-” he realised his mistake too late. “GUN TO YOUR HEAD?!” Kate screeched and Peter winced.
“Yea, but don´t worry. I´m fine” Kate shook her head. “We´ll have Bruce check over you. We´ll have- we need to make sure you don´t-” she was interrupted by Peter hugging her. “I´m alright. Katie, I´m alright” he whispered, and Kate just held him tightly back. “We need to get you to safety” she whispered, and Peter nodded. “Alright” he whispered when suddenly someone cleared their throat behind them.
“We were going to a safe room; he should come with us anyway” Robin said, and Kate slowly nodded. “Right. Yes. Of course. Just- make sure he´s alright. I´ll come with you guys to the room” she said, and the whole way to the room she held Peter´s arm, like she was afraid he would die if she let go.
Which- okay. Understandable.
“Stay safe” Peter whispered to Kate just before she left. “I will, and you will better too” she said, and Peter grinned at her. She grinned back. Then she quickly left as an explosion went off somewhere in the distance, and the doors for the room closed.
Peter turned around to see everyone staring at him with wide eyes. With a sigh, he resigned himself to his fate. “Ask away” he muttered, and a second later millions of questions were shot his way.
And later he would hug with his family, and they would have a sleepover. They would talk about him being immortal and agree to do it when he would be out of his puberty. They would make sure that nothing would happen to him ever again.
But right now, he was answering questions about his family´s type. And, he had to admit, it was quite weird to talk about that.