How This Came To Be
Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man, was swinging around Queens, looking for car jackers, little old ladies crossing the street, and anything else that might hurt the little guy. It was kind of his job. He doesn’t get paid or anything, but with great power comes great responsibility. And he got bit by a radioactive spider.
As he swung through the streets, he noticed that something was following him. He was heading home, but he didn’t want May to get hurt, so he swung in the opposite direction, leading whatever it was to a rooftop a couple miles from his house.
He hopped onto the rooftop and turned around.
“Iron-Man?” he said, “Why are you following me?”
“I guess you caught me.” Iron-Man replied, stepping out of his suit. “I wanted to ask you if you would join us on a mission. It is a stealth mission, and a couple of our teammates aren’t around, mainly the Asgardians. We need someone with your experience, and well the rest of the team refuses to work with vigilantes, myself included.”
“But I’m technically a Vigilante, Mr. Stark” Peter pointed out regretfully.
“First off, don’t call me Mr. Stark, call me Tony. And second, Natasha refuses to work with anyone else, says something about morals, and blah blah blah.” Tony replied, walking around the rooftop.
That made Peter smile underneath the mask. His Auntie Nat was always wanting him to join The Avengers on missions. She understood his need to have his identity protected, so she didn’t push him to introduce himself to her friends, other than a simple, “Hi, I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”
“When and where is the mission?” Peter said, hoping it wasn’t during school, otherwise he would have to turn down the offer.
“The mission is next week on Sunday, meet us here at 5:30.” Tony said, throwing a note at the other boy, and stepping back into his suit. “Don’t be late.”
And with that, he flew off, back to the Avenger’s Compound.
And with that, Peter swung home to eat dinner with Aunt May.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Hey Pete, what’s up?” Nat says, when she answers the phone.
“Hey Aunt Nat, I was just telling you that I’ll be there on Sunday.” Peter replies, sitting down on his bed.
“Great! Maybe this’ll make Steve trust Spider-Man more.”
“Oh right, he doesn’t like me…” Peter replies, downtrodden.
“It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t like vigilantes. I’m sure he’ll come around.”
“If you say so,” Peter replies, feeling a bit better. “By the way, do you mind picking me up tomorrow? I have Academic Decathlon and Aunt May is working a night shift so she can’t pick me up.”
“Of course Pete! I will bring my most discreet car.” Nat laughs.
“Thank you! I don’t really need anyone knowing that I call The Black Widow, Aunt Nat,” Peter says gratefully.
“I understand детка паук,” Nat replied, easily switching to Russian. “Sleep well, text me when decathlon is over.”
“I will!”
Peter hung up and went to get ready for bed.