Jungkooks' Spidey Secret

Jungkook held his bleeding arm as he ran down the empty corridors of the Avengers facility. His footsteps echoing against the marble floors as he tried to find the closest medical room. The burning pain spread along his arm, constantly reminding him that he needed to get the bullet out of his shoulder and close up the large gash on his stomach before it got infected. Hell, he needed a real doctor, but as far as he knew, there was no one left in the building; They were either dead or some twisted version of themselves. He doesn’t even know how he got shot and cut up in the first place, shit, he doesn’t even know why or who he was running from. He especially doesn’t even know how he got here. What he does know is that if he doesn't find some medical supplies soon, he’s going to bleed out. Or at least he thinks he’s going to. 

Looking at the numerous signs in the building and watching each corner he turned, he finally found one of the many Med bays in the facility and pressed his working hand against the ID scanner, leaving a bloody print behind.  

“Welcome, Jeon Jungkook. Would you like me to inform Mr.Stark of your arrival to the med bay?” FRIDAY sounded from above. 

 “No. Don’t. Initiate an immediate lockdown on the Med Bay. Don’t let anyone in, unless I say so, and Fri, where are the medical supplies located?” He asked in a hoarse voice. 

“Initiating lockdown immediately. As for the medical supplies, they are-” FRIDAY started to reply before she abruptly cut off.

“FRIDAY? Hello? Are you still there? What happened?” Jungkook questioned, only to be met with complete silence.

Fuck, that means that someone cut off the power, thus cutting off any contact to the outside, Jungkook thought to himself.  Well, there goes his plan of calling for help. He was going to have to help himself. Fuck, he’s so screwed. He hoped that Aunt May and his friends got out just in time. He desperately hoped that they did. 

“Fuck it, I’ll find them myself.”

He started searching through the multiple rooms in the Med bay, breaking their locks and ripping out the cabinet doors in hopes of finding something that might stop the bleeding and hopefully help clean them up. 20 minutes later and having second thoughts on whether he should just saw his arm off, he ended up finding everything he needed and headed to one of the hospital-like rooms to work on his injuries and hopefully get the sleep he desperately needed. Maybe after a couple of hours of shut-eye, he can come up with a plan to get out of here; sure, he has supplies in here to last him at least a couple of months, but he doesn’t intend on staying in here forever, not when there’s absolutely no sort of entertainment or people here.

Jungkook decided that he was first going to get the bullet out of his shoulder before worrying about the gash on his stomach. With his super healing, his wounds would close up faster, and he’s definitely not too keen on having a piece of metal lodged in his shoulder for the rest of his life. 

He grabbed the hydrogen peroxide and put some on a gaze to clean his wound. He threw his head back and let out a small hiss of pain as he began to clean the wound. God, if he thought this was painful, then imagine what it would feel like to take out the bullet. The bullet. Take. Out. The. Bullet. Jungkook, at that moment, realized that he would have to take out the bullet himself. Oh no. No. No. No. Fuck. No.

One can say that he’s extremely smart, but that applies to mathematics and science, not to medicine. He has absolutely no medical knowledge beyond cleaning a wound and slapping a My Little Pony bandaid on a cut. The only quote on quote knowledge he has on taking a bullet out is from that one Supernatural episode where Sam gets shot and Dean has to fish out the bullet. Along with taking it out, he has to stitch up the gash on his stomach as well. Well, that’s just fantastic and horrifying, because again the only knowledge Jungkook has on that is just another episode of Supernatural where Sam has to stitch himself up in a fucking motel! He’s so fucked. 

“Okay. Okay. Jungkook, you can do this. Just remember what Dean does. Put something in your mouth to keep from screaming like a twelve-year-old and fish out the bullet out,” Jungkook spoke aloud to himself, trying to gather enough courage to do what he needed to do. “Yeah, seems easy. I mean, come on, you’re Spider-Man. You’ve gotten shot before and broken tons of bones. How can it be any different from the other times?”

He quickly inhaled a sharp breath through his nose and paused for a second. He was so screwed, he thought to himself and let out a shaky sigh. 

“Oh, right. I was under anesthesia and an actual real-life doctor was the one taking the bullet out. And now I’m going to be playing Operation on myself.”

He took a deep breath, ripped a part of the hospital bed sheets, bundled it up, and stuck it in his mouth. He then grabbed some tweezers and began to dig in the wound, searching for the bullet. As the tweezers fished around in his shoulder, digging and prodding at his open wound, he let out muffled pain-filled screams. He could feel his entire body shake in pain and felt bile began to rise in his throat. He desperately wanted to take out the tweezers and stop the pain, but he knew better. He knew that the bullet needs to come out now or it will be stuck in there for a long time. 

Jungkook sharply inhaled through his nose and pushed on. He let out screams and felt sweat start to collect on his temple. After another ten minutes of digging, he finally felt something bump against the metal tweezer and began to try to get a hold of it. When he felt that he had gotten a good grip on it, he made a quick decision to count to three, and then yank it out. He took another sharp inhale and counted.

 “Ofnee, fwoo, tree.”

Jungkook shut his eyes, threw his head back, and let out a muffled scream. The bedsheet finally fell from his mouth. The pain, now reducing him to a panting mess. He felt like his arm was on fire.  Holy fuck, that hurt. It took a couple of minutes to collect himself, but eventually, his breathing became slow and shaky. He cleaned the wound once again and reached for the surgical needle and thread. Taking deep breaths, he began to stitch it up. He winced and let out a grunt of pain as soon as the needle went through his skin. Lucky for him, it took only two stitches to sew it back together. 

He then started to work on the gash on his stomach; he grabbed a new gauze with rubbing alcohol on it and cleaned the wound. He let out another hiss of pain, only this time it was slightly louder than the first one. He grabbed the needle and began to slowly stitch up his stomach. Each time the needle went through his skin, he clenched his eyes shut and let out a groan. Blood spilled down his stomach, severely staining his pants as he continued to sew. Sure two stitches weren’t that bad, but to do at least six, sure as hell fucking hurt. 

Twenty minutes passed as he finally began to close up the last stitch. He tugged on the end of the thread, making sure that it was tight enough and that it was at least decent enough to help him heal. He cut off the end with some scissors that he found and grabbed some alcohol to clean the wound again. Jungkook felt himself curl into the pain and let out a loud gasp that echoed against the walls of the room. 

“Oh god. Never again. Never again. That’s it, next time I get shot, I’m leaving it in. I think it’ll be a cool souvenir that shows up on a metal detector.” 

Jungkook put all the medical supplies on the stand next to the bed and decided to try to rest for the next couple of hours. Unfortunately, for Jungkook, his plan of sleeping failed. After an hour of restlessly tossing and turning and letting out an occasional hiss of pain, it made him come to a sucky conclusion. That conclusion being that the constant pain in his shoulder, plus the abdominal injuries, did him absolutely no good at all and that he wasn’t going to go to sleep anytime soon.

He laid there in silence and tried to distract himself from pain. 

Okay. Okay. So far, he has been shot at and stabbed at some point today. From who or how was the question that bugged him the most. Where did he even get these from? What was he running from? Who was he running from? Where were the others?

The more he thought about it, the more a whole sack of nothing showed up. He couldn’t remember anything besides the fact that he knows where the Medbay is and that he’s running from something. God, his head was starting to hurt from thinking too much. 

Suddenly a chill went down his spine making his spidey senses immediately act up. Getting off the bed, he quickly looked around and grabbed the closest weapon he could find, a scalpel. The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he ducked and turned around to meet a pair of familiar eyes. The eyes staring back at him quickly flashed a bright purple before turning into a soft chocolate brown. 

 “Did you honestly think that you could escape me, Jeon Jungkook?”

He kept silent and looked at the person in front of him. Familiar and nearly identical, but there were no flaws, no blemishes that made up the personality that the real person held.

“Did you seriously think that a mere kick to the wall would stop me? That it would get me off your scent?” 

This wasn’t him. This was the thing that attacked him before, only now it took the form of someone else, someone he loved. Someone, he hadn’t seen in a while. 

Jeon Beomseok. 

Uncle Ben.

Ben.

The person he was staring at with anger and hope in his eyes was a man he hasn’t seen in over 9 months. The same man who was there for him so many years and who taught him to fight for what’s right. The one he couldn’t protect, the one he failed to protect.

“Hello? I would like a response of some sort, Jeon. Oh, I see, you are looking at my new form. Do you like it? It took me a while to get it right, but I finally did once I dug up the original inspiration.” The thing said with a smirk painted across its face. 

As soon as the last sentence left that thing’s mouth, Jungkook went blind with rage as he pinned the thing to the wall. 

“You son of a bitch! You desecrated his grave?!”

He raised his fist to beat the living hell out of it, but before he could, it spit out a sentence that nearly made his heart stop.

“Kookie? Kiddo? What are you doing?” 

Jungkook felt his blood run cold as he saw Ben give him a once over and held his cheek. 

“Bun? Are you okay kiddo? It’s me, Ben. Jungkook you’re hurt! Let’s go get some help and then we can catch up. You have no idea how much I missed you. I love you so much. Can I please hold you? It’s been too long kiddo.”

He dropped his fist and looked at those old comforting brown eyes. The voice he longed to hear again made him feel lighter and fuzzy. It’s Ben. The man that was wrongfully taken from him, his Ben.

“B-ben? Is that really you? I’m okay, we don’t need to go anywhere but please. Please let me hold you. Please. Please hold me.” Jungkook asked, tears falling down his face. He finally got to see Ben again, he’s finally going to hug him again. Maybe they can go back to May and be a family again. 

A familiar warmth wrapped around him, making his heart speed up at an alarming rate. God, he missed Ben so much. He missed his hugs and the way he smelled. He felt the hole in his heart become whole again. That empty void, now complete.

 His hugs always made him feel loved and safe. They always felt like a sweet hot chocolate on a snowy day in New York. He always smelled like coffee and vanilla. Every time Jungkook would smell those scents, he would always feel like he was home. Home. Ben was home. He was finally home.

“Don’t ‘eave me. Please don’ leave me again. Please. ‘Ont leave me ‘lone.” He cried while burying his head even further against the man’s shoulder. 

“Of course, Jungkook. I won’t ever leave you again. Never.”

He felt his body seize up. The voice so familiar, now something that he couldn’t quite recognize. Jungkook? Ben would never call him that, unless he was angry, even at that, it was extremely rare to call him anything but Kookie or Bun Bun. The hug that he so desperately clung to now felt empty. As if there were no emotions to the warmth. It felt cold and empty. 

He pushed himself off the Ben he thought he knew, stumbling backward, and falling back on the bed.  A flash of purple revealed itself in the brown eyes that he loved so much. They were empty of any loving emotion, dull, and full of contempt.

“Oh, why did you have to go looking so hard for Jeon? Huh, Bun bun. Ha. Such a stupid nickname that only a poor bastard like your uncle could think of. Such a shame, I nearly had you too, only if you had not gone looking closer, then maybe you could have spent your last living moments with someone you knew. Such a waste.” 

Red flashed through his mind as he lunged at the figure and stabbed it with the scalpel that he had held on to. The thing stumbled backward and glanced down to where the scalpel was. It glanced back up at Jungkook, who had stepped a couple of feet backwards, with disgust in its' eyes. Looking directly into his eyes while yanking the blade out; It bled a purple substance that closed up quicker than Jungkook’s healing abilities ever could. What the everloving hell was this thing?What the fuck is it?

Foolishly, he let his guard down and let his thoughts wander as he heard the thing emit a scoff like sound. In less than a second, he felt himself being lifted off the ground and thrown through the door and into the hallway. He let out a whimper as he felt his head connect with the wall, searing pain shot down through his entire body. He could feel blood soaking his shirt once again as his stitches reopened. His vision blurry and his head pounding as he tried to get himself standing back up on his two feet. He needs to fight. He needed to get rid of this thing. 

The sound of laughter filled the hallway as he felt his knees buckle under him. No longer able to support his weight, he fell to the floor on his knees. He gagged and gasped for air as he felt something burn and scratch at his throat. He got on all fours and threw the contents of his stomach onto the hospital floor. Salty tears rushed down his face. His throat felt like someone had poured acid down his throat as they simultaneously decided to choke him at the same time. The only thing he could hear besides his heart pounding violently and his desperate gasps for air were the sounds of laughter continuing to grow louder and louder, bouncing off the walls and piercing his eardrums. 

“It truly is a shame, Jeon Jungkook. You could have had it all. You could have finally died with someone that actually loved you. Such a pity. Truly, I pity you. I pity such a pathetic waste of space you are. And to think that you were going to be an Avenger; to think that they were actually going to make you one when you know deep down inside that you are worth nothing. You know deep down inside that with you on the team, you would have gotten them all killed on your first mission. You also know that deep down inside that all of this was your fault, Jeon. Know this, you are going to pay for your mistakes, first starting with you and then your precious May and your friends. Such a shame.” 

Jungkook vigorously shook his head as he tried to cough up some words. He could feel another bile rise in his throat at the thought of this thing going after the people he loves. He needed to get up and fight. He needed to end this thing, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. All he could do was hear this creature shame him for all the things that he has done, for who he is. A sad pathetic excuse of a superhero. Of a human.

“N-no, I-I’mm not-” He stammered as he once again coughed up the contents of his stomach, except this time the floor was painted with blood. 

“You are not what? Cannot even speak, can you Jungkook? Just do the whole world a favor and stop talking. Let go Jungkook and say good night. Or shall I say it for you? Good night, Jeon Jungkook.”

His vision darkened and he felt his heart rest. The searing pain was now gone and so was he. 

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He snapped his eyes open and felt himself gasp for air as he heard numerous beeping sounds surround him. The thing. Where was it? Where did it go? How much time does he have till he needs to fight it again? His thoughts of the thing consumed him as he felt his breath leave him; he felt like his world was spinning. Suddenly hands were grabbing at him as his breath quickened even more. 

It was grabbing at him again and it was going to kill him again, maybe this time for good. Maybe this time he’ll be able to mutter his own good night. 

“-kook! Jungkook! It’s Mr. Stark. Kiddo! You got to calm down. Kiddo!”

His ears finally picked up and a familiar set of calloused hands held the side of his face. Opening his eyes, he saw those familiar comforting brown eyes. Ben? Uncle Ben?

“B-Ben? Please, don’ leave me ‘gain. Please.” 

He felt a sob punch out of him as he saw those eyes filled with water and pulled him close to his chest. Jungkook finally felt his heart rate slow itself down and his chest uncoiled, now able to breathe properly. Automatically, he took in the scent of the man hugging him, and he smelt of oil and coffee. 

“I’m so sorry kiddo, but I’m not Ben. It’s me, Tony. Tony. Kid.” 

“ ‘ony? ‘M ss-sorry. Didn’t mean to. Please don’t leave me. Please.”

Jungkook felt those comforting arms pull him closer than he could have thought was humanly  possible. He felt himself relax into the warm, oil, and coffee-scented hug. Mr.Stark. Tony Stark. Tony. 

A wave of relief washed down his body as he let himself sink further into the hug, burying his face into the man’s shoulder. 

“Jung, I’m not leaving you. I’m never going to leave you. I want you to know that no matter what I’m not leaving you. Not now, not anytime soon, not ever. Got that kid?” Tony whispered in his ear and kissed his head.

Jungkook felt a new wave of emotions wash over him once again; emotions of love and euphoria. This type of love was a love he hadn’t felt since… since Ben. A fatherly type of love. He felt a warm feeling burst in his chest as he started to sob into Tony’s shoulder once again.

“ Shh, stai bene, piccolo mio. Stai bene .” 

He heard from Tony as he felt him rub his back with one hand while petting his hair with the other. It was comforting and relaxing. They stayed like this for what felt like hours until Jungkook calmed down and felt Tony tap his back and slowly pulled away. 

“Are you feeling any better kid? I know you’ve been through a lot and I want you to know that I’m always here for you. I’m never too busy for you and I won’t ever be. You got to tell me what’s going on, Jung. What’s going on and what did you dream of?” 

He turned his head away from Tony and looked around the room, finally noticing his surroundings, he’s in the med bay, nearly the exact same room as the one he fought in.

“I’m feeling a lot better, thanks, Mr.Stark. And I know. I know. I just can’t tell you about the dream,... not yet at least. Just give me some time and I will, but not right now. Please.” 

Chills went down his spine as he thought of his dream. The things he saw and the things he had to do. The thing that haunted him down like he was some sort of animal. The thing. Before he could let his thoughts consume him any further and launch himself into another panic attack, Tony interrupted him and brought him back to the present.

“Okay Jung, as long as at some point you talk about it. It doesn’t have to be now, but definitely later. Now, what the hell happened to you yesterday? First, Happy called me to inform me that your aunt and friends are coming up to the facility. Then, hours later after they showed up you come here, all beaten and bloodied up, basically on the brink of death, with all those broken bones and bruises. What the hell happened last night Jung? Who did this to you?” 

Jungkook let out a sigh and gestured to the water pitcher across the room. Tony quickly got up from the bed, got him a cup of water, and handed it to him. Jungkook raised his eyebrow at the speed the old man went at and downed the whole water in one go. He sighed and cleared his throat.

“It’s not who. It’s what.”

“Excuse me? What?”

“I said, it’s not a who-” 

“No yeah, I got that part, I’m slightly old, not deaf, kid. Okay, what do you mean it’s a what?” 

“Well, the thing that attacked me was a thing. I call it the thing because I have no idea what it is. I don’t even know if it’s an alien, werewolf, vampire, or ghoul. Whatever it was, it’s strong and can morph. Maybe it is a shapeshifter, but that would mean that- “

“Okay kid, enough with your supernatural fanboying. I know you got a huge crush on the cast of the show, but I don’t think things like shapeshifters exist here. What was this “thing” like?” 

Before Jungkook could answer, a loud ring went off and bounced against the walls. It was Mr. Stark’s phone. Tony gestured at him to ignore the ringing and continue on, Jungkook shook his head and told him to answer. With that Tony left the room to answer the call, while Jungkook stared at the TV on the wall, of course, Supernatural was on. Great, and it’s the episode where Dean dies and Sam and Castiel are stir crazy. 

“God, why do all the characters die a lot? One minute they die, getting me in the feels, and in the next, they’re back to being alive badasses. Does anyone stay dead? What happened to the whole ‘what’s dead should stay dead’ stuff? Thank whoever that the cast is amazingly talented and hot because otherwise, I would sue the writers.” 

He ended up watching two more episodes before Tony came back into the room and explained that he would have to go deal with some of the stuff upstairs and would be back later. 

Jungkook nodded and turned his eyes back to the screen another episode was just about to start.

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“NO! DEAN! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? AND SAM WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM DO THAT? CAS WHY WOULD YOU LET THEM TWO DO ANYTHING?! WHERE’S BOBBY? SHOULDN’T HE BE KNOCKING SOME SENSE INTO THEM? WHE-” Jungkook yelled at the screen as he realized the direction in where the episode might be headed to. His rant’s suddenly interrupted when the door is open again and two new figures walked into the room. Ms. Choi and Aunt May. Oh shit.

“ I see your condition has really improved since yesterday Jeon,” Helen says with a small smile on her face. 

“Oh yeah. I think I feel better. Um, so..” He murmured  while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well Jungkook, I’m going to make this somewhat quick so we can get you out of here and upstairs to eat breakfast with the others.” 

He quickly nodded and averted his eyes to his hands that were clasped together in his lap. He really needed a manicure and maybe paint his nails. Why not? Painted nails looked really pretty. Ooh, but with his type of life, they might get chipped more often than not. 

“Okay Jungkook, last night you came in with several broken ribs, a broken nose, a broken eye socket, and numerous bruises. Fortunately for you, your powers seem to have magically healed most of it. However, you stopped self-healing at some point and there are a couple of bruises and fractures left. I’m sure that you will still be sore so I’ve prescribed you some pain relievers, not the regular ones of course. They are the captain America type ones so that they won’t burn off easily and will hopefully help you since we don’t have yours made yet.” 

Helen took a deep breath before continuing, 

“Now, no matter how many times I must have to say this, please don’t do any Spider-man related things for the next couple of days. Just try to relax.”

And with that she left the room, leaving Jungkook alone with aunt May. The silence and tension building up so much that not even a sharp knife can cut it. Jungkook just stared at the ceiling, while May stared at him from the chair near his bed. The silence slowly killing Jungkook. Making him more nervous and nervous as the minutes passed.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, his voice shaking and small. 

All he’s met with is more silence. He cleared his throat loudly and tried to start again

“ I-i’m so sorry May. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for not telling you. I’m sorry. I really am. Whatever you’re feeling right now, towards me, towards what I do, just know that it’s completely valid. I won’t tell you that you have no right to feel that way, but at least let me give my side of it, my reasons for it. I know you might not understand it. I know that you might feel like I abused and betrayed your trust, but I didn’t mean to. And for that, all I can say is that I’m sorry. I know you’re mad at me and I know--I know that you might want to leave, but please, please, hear me out. ” 

Jungkook’s hands trembled furiously as he unclenched his fists. 

“ When I first got these powers, I had no idea what to do with them or how they even worked. That was until Ben happened. The day he died, I had barely gotten my powers a couple of days before, I barely figured out how to use them, and I didn’t use them. I didn’t even use them. I could have saved him. If I had used them, he could have been with us today. But I didn’t. And I hate myself for not using them when I should have. So, I realized that when you can do the things I can but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you. From that day on, I promised myself that I would use them to help people that were in situations like he was. So then I can prevent the bad from happening. So then there doesn’t have to be another Ben, so then some kid wouldn’t have to come home to a family that is one family member less. I don’t want anyone going through what I went through. I’m helping people, May, and I’m good at it. I’m so good at it. You should see the smiles on their faces when I help them with something, whether it’s small or big. The happiness and comfort they feel when some kid in a million-dollar onesie comes around to help them with the groceries, walk them home, or keep bad guys off the streets. May, it’s so beautiful. I know you don’t like it, I know you think I’m going to get myself killed, but believe it or not, I know what I’m doing. I also know what the consequences are if I don’t continue to do this. I know how beautiful and meaningful it is to those people to help them. I’m so sorry, May, but I have to do it or no one else will. I love you and I’m sorry. ” 

Once again, he was met with silence. He sighed and tried to speak again, but the words couldn’t seem to come out. He didn’t know what to say to make her feel better, to make her understand, to make her stay. He finally managed the courage to look at her and what he saw was something he never wanted to be the reason behind it. She had dark circles under her eyes, her eyes bloodshot, puffy, and were full of sadness and confusion. Jungkook let a tear slip past his eyes; he was the reason behind this. He is the reason; he’s always the reason for her suffering. First, Ben and now him and his stupid secret.

“ May- ”

“ Okay. ”

Nothing else left her mouth. Silence. Radio silence.

“ That’s it?! An Okay? After pouring my heart out you’re just going to say okay?! Okay, what? ” 

Jungkook ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Why wasn’t she yelling at him? Why wasn’t she doing anything?

“ What do you mean by okay? Okay as in you’re okay with it or okay you’re leaving and done with me?  May, you gotta say anything else besides okay. Yell at me, shout at me, scream at me if you want! Just, please. Please say something, anything, besides okay. Please. ” 

He clenched his fists at the sound of her just breathing and not saying anything. Why wasn’t she scolding the hell out of him? Why wasn’t she mad and screaming at him? Why isn’t she saying a damn thing?

He heard his aunt take a loud breath and heard the scraping of her chair as she moved towards the bed. Jungkook didn’t even have enough courage in him to look up at her. He focused his eyes on his hand that was wrapped in several bandages. What a coward. Pathetic.

“Jungkook, listen I’m not going to yell or argue with you. You’re clearly in no condition to be yelled at or argued with. I’m not going to yell at you when you just risked your life to save ours. I know you want me to reprimand you, but I am not going to. That’s not fair to you or me. It wouldn’t get us anywhere. It would just be a loop of anger and misunderstandings. I know you think that you’re a bad nephew when you’re not. You’re the best an aunt could ever ask for.”

Jungkook felt a warm hand take his cold and injured hand. His aunt’s soft and warm hand gripped his. He didn’t deserve to even be held so softy by her. He deserved to be scolded and punished for his actions. Or so he thought? Was he even really thinking on his own? What was he even thinking about? His thoughts became blurred as May continued to talk. Just focus on her and figure it out later. He snapped his head up and met her eyes as she continued to talk.

“Am I mad? Yes. But do I understand why you do it? Yes. I understand why you help others; it’s because of Ben. Do I wish it was someone else doing it besides you? Absolutely, but that’s only because you’re the only family I have left, Jungkook. You’re it. You’re all I’ve got. However, I’m also glad that you are Spider-man because you’re the most selfless and kindest kid out there. You love helping people regardless of having powers or not. You’ve always been that way. Now you just happen to have powers meaning you can help out a little more than the average person. That’s okay. Don’t you dare think that I will ever leave you Jungkook. I will never leave you. Sure, it might take a while to get used to the idea of you being a superhero but I’ll manage. We’ll get through it. We always do. I love you Jungkook.” 

He could feel a certain weight lift off his shoulders, he felt a burst warm and comfort flow through him. May let go of his hand, got up from her chair, and walked towards the door. Before she left the room, she said some words that instantly made Jungkook break out into tears. 

“ I’m also sure that your uncle would have understood as well. Ben would be proud of you and of who the person you have become, Jungkook.”

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Jungkook limped himself up to the main kitchen, where he was sure that all hell would break loose. This was definitely going to be the breakfast of the century. He’d for sure need an iced americano with 6 shots of espresso to get through what he thinks will be the most painfully awkward and migraine-inducing breakfast.  

He quickly sat himself down at the nearest chair and stayed quiet, observing the odd seating arrangements. At the dining room table where he sat, it seated up to 10 people; so Tony and May were seated next to him, while Rhodey sat next to Tony, and Rhodey sat next to his group of friends. Thus, leaving the only two seats left occupied by a tired-looking Bruce Banner and a very excited looking Thor. Seated at the kitchen bar was Wanda, Mr. America, and Mr. Barnes. In the living room was the rest of the remaining Avengers such as, Clint, who was going on about the different types of coffees there were and how he’s not a heathen for drinking straight from the pot. Natasha, who looks like she is mentally trying to murder Hawkeye for talking too much. Last but not least, Vision, who’s just staring at the wall, looking like that confused math lady meme. 

“So, Jung, what do you want for breakfast? The nice little bird in the kitchen made us a variety of pancakes and eggs. So what are your taste buds telling you? Chocolate, blueberry, or banana pancakes? How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, sunny side up, etcetera?” Tony asked, bringing him out of thoughts of plotting an escape plan. Who knew asking such a harmless question about food choices would make a room go quiet? Not Jungkook for sure.

“Umm..uh. I’ll have one of each flavor, please. And I like my eggs scrambled, thank you.”

“Okay, bunny boy, some pancakes and eggs coming up. Compliments of chef bird brain over there.” Tony said while gesturing to the Falcon who had a Captain America apron on and a spatula in his hand. 

Jungkook swore he heard the chef mutter a ‘he’s lucky he’s rich and giving me a place to stay because I would have given him a good ole Wilson beating.’ This made him chuckle under his breath and feel more relaxed. The previous tension in the room disappeared as Tony went to grab his breakfast and asked if he wanted some coffee to go with his four-course meal. It was almost as if the whole room was waiting for him to explode or something. Was he a ticking time bomb? Is that what they thought of him? Sure each time he’s come to the facility he is either really injured or is angry, but they wouldn’t know that he’s gotten angry. He makes sure not to show that side of them, to play nice and fair. Unless..no. No. No one was there, so there was no way. Alrighty, let’s derive from this thought train and board another one. Mr. Stark called him Bunny boy. Bunny boy. Jungkook internally winced at the sudden nickname, he knew that he looked like a bunny but the nickname reminded him too much of Ben. Okay, let’s leave this station and just think of Supernatural for now. Hell, think of anything else besides him. So Castiel is very handsome...and he’s an angel. Quite literally so that’s cool. Why doesn’t he ever change his suit? Does he ever get his clothes dry cleaned? Is there a laundromat episode?

“ Jungkook, are you okay? How are you feeling ?” A voice called out to him interrupting his thoughts about the gorgeous angel of Thursday.

“ I’m okay Jimin. How are you and why are you talking in korean? ” Jungkook responded, looking at the rest of the Avengers and then at his friends. Honestly, he kind of forgot they were even there. He didn’t really expect them to even be talking to him, especially after yesterday’s fiasco.

“ Well, I’m talking in korean because I doubt these awesome superheroes that we are having breakfast with will understand us. Plus, I’m nervous as hell to even speak english to them. God, they are so tall and so muscular. They are godlike! Omg, there’s a literal god in the room. I think I might pass out. ” Jimin replied, making exaggerated hand gestures at the superheroes. 

“ Yeah, Jimin’s not wrong, JK. I’m literally so intimidated by them, I don’t know whether to bow down to them or ask them for an autograph. It feels like I’m dreaming! ” An ecstatic and nervously looking Hoseok butted in. 

It’s nice to know that they are as starstruck as he was when he first fought them. 

“ Well, you’re not dreaming alright. Now, I know this wasn’t an ideal sleepover but did you guys sleep well? How was my floor? I haven’t really been down there since Mr.Stark finished it. ” 

A short silence fell between the group of friends as they stole a couple of glances between each other before the eldest spoke up.

“ We slept well and your floor is amazing Jungkook. I- we wanted to thank you for letting us stay, for protecting us last night. Thank you. ” Jin said with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Um. You’re welcome. I’m glad you guys slept well. And it’s my job to keep you guys safe. ” 

An awkward silence fell over them as Jungkook nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Gosh, Jungkook sure knew how to make an exciting conversation into an awkward one. 

“ Look, I know what you guys are trying to say, and I forgive you. I forgive you guys for that night and for last night. We can talk more about this later, preferably when we’re not around Mr. Star-spangled banner and friends.” Jungkook said breaking the silence with sincerity and a twang of anger laced in his voice.

Before anyone could say anything else a plate was put in front of him. A plate full of delicious food that made his mouth water. Jungkook hadn’t known that he was that hungry until his stomach grumbled loudly. 

“Well someone’s definitely hungry, aren’t they? Come on Underoos, eat up first, and then we’ll have a little meeting about what happened last night.” Tony said with a small smile on his face.

If someone has said that Jungkook had eaten as peacefully as possible, then they would be lying. It was like Jungkook devoured that whole plate in one go and then asked for seconds. Normally, Jungkook would have been super embarrassed to have basically inhaled that plate of food, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care enough, not when he fought that hideous but handsome thing and knocked out for around 10 hours or so.

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“ Huh, ‘Mr. Star spangled banner and friends’? ” Bucky said in Russian to Natasha, while air quoting the kid’s nice choice of words at breakfast. They were the only one’s left in the kitchen, everyone seemed to either go back to their living quarters or are currently in the conference room. Natasha and he were finishing up their coffees and giving each other silent stares. 

“ Such a nice choice of words, isn’t it? ” 

Natasha gave him a pointed look and grabbed some sugar to put in her coffee. 

“ Ah indeed, it is Barnes. That kids’ got quite a mouth on him, but not as much as you do. You spew cuss words like there’s no tomorrow, James. ” She said in a teasing voice with a smirk on her face.

Bucky glared at her and chugged the rest of the coffee. He slammed it down against the counter, walked in the direction of the elevator, and called over his back.

 “ Shut up and hurry your little ass up Romanoff. Stark’s expecting us in the damn conference room. I don’t want to make him any more pissed off, before his 3rd cup of coffee. You know he needs his 4th to at least tolerate any of us. ” 

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“Okay. Now that everyone’s finally here.” Tony said while gesturing to the two Russian speaking assassin’s who were the last ones in the room.  “We can start. So Underoos, what happened last night? What attacked you?” 

“Last night? Well last night, I was at my apartment with my friends and May when this weird black blob human-like thing tried to attack her. It missed and got me instead. So when it got me, it started to change. It changed into me. It was me, it was almost identical except for the eyes, they kind of had a purple tint to them at first, then it changed to my exact eye color. It was creepy. It, um, said some not so nice stuff to me and attacked me again so I fought it off, and now we’re here.”

“ So, that’s it? You tussled around with it for a couple of minutes and ended up with several broken bones and numerous bruises? Kid, no offense, but I think there’s more to that than what you’re telling us. Like more details? You got any more for us?”  Sam asked. 

“Hey! Lay off Jungkook, will you? He just got back from the medical bay and he’s still injured. I’m sure he’s having a hard time remembering things.” Wanda said while staring at Jungkook, her eyes full of sympathy and worry. 

“Wanda, it’s okay. Thanks for defending me but he’s not wrong. There is a little bit more but I’m not even sure if I’m liable to share it.” 

Jungkook looked at Tony and tilted his head. 

“Liable? What do you mean by liable? What are you hiding, kid?” Steve questioned Jungkook and then turned his attention to his mentor. “Tony, what are you hiding? I thought you said that he was just your intern. That he wasn’t any sort of threat?”

A threat? They thought of him as a threat?

“My kid’s not a threat, Rogers. He’s my intern. And he’s…” Tony’s voice faltered. He looked at Jungkook as if he’s asking for permission. Jungkook nodded and said the words before Tony could even utter them. 

“I am Spider-Man.” 

The room filled with shocked and confused faces, all for one, Mr. Stark. His face was painted with regret and worry. He knew that revealing his identity to the Rogues would put him in great danger, that it would mean that Jungkook was no longer going to be a regular high school student. 

“I’m that person that fought you guys in Germany. I’m the person that Captain America dropped a whole terminal on me.” 

The room seemed to have gone to a still until Mr.America himself spoke up. 

“Tony! You let a 13-year-old fight in Germany. He could have gotten seriously hurt. Not to mention the fact that you let him get involved in something he knows very little about!”  

Steve pressed his lips together and crossed his arms. Steve wasn’t the only one in the room who was angry and annoyed, Mr. Stark was the second runner up. He stood up and slammed his fist on the table.

“Don’t you go yelling to me about getting hurt? Don’t you dare? You didn’t care about anyone getting hurt when you attacked first and when you dropped a fucking terminal on my kid. I tried to take a peaceful approach to the accords but apparently, you had different plans. So cut the bullshit, Rogers. You know what I’ve had it w-” 

“Enough! Please. Stop yelling at each other. Just stop yelling. Please. It’s hurting my head.” Jungkook rubbed at the temples of his forehead in circular motions. To say it hurt is much of an understatement; his skull was pounding and it felt like someone was jabbing needles into his brain. “And for the love of God, I'm sixteen, not twelve or thirteen. Sixteen. One six. Look, I get it and I apologize for keeping my identity a secret and all, but it was for a good reason. I can assure you that I’m not a threat.  Frankly, I don’t think we have enough time to delve into that right now. Right now let’s focus on the important issue at hand.”

Jungkook let out a loud sigh and leaned on the table with his elbows and head in his hands. He was tired of everyone arguing all the damn time, to hell if they thought he was being rude. He’s officially run out of patience with everyone today and he doesn’t really feel like getting any angrier than he already was. He wasn’t going to play nice today especially with time running out. 

“Okay so now that we got the whole ‘I’m Spider-man and I have powers’ shit out of the way, the thing attacked me and mimicked and copied my voice and suit. Not only that, it copied my powers. My whole webbing and strength copied. It was like it was some sort of twisted version of me. And by twisted, I mean whenever it shot my webs back at me, it was an acid version of them. This thing also can grow more limbs than an average human, almost like an octopus. So a SparkNotes version of what I said is that it can copy anything, and I mean everything, shoots acid and is basically like an octopus.”

After the long speech that winded him, Jungkook sat back in his chair, leaned his head backward, and closed his eyes. 

“Jungkook, is there possibly anything else you can add? Aside from your lovely SparkNotes version of this thing, what else do you know?” An unexpected voice called out. The man with the metal arm. Sergeant James Barnes aka Bucky. 

In an instant, he sat up from his chair and looked at Bucky in the eyes.

“Yeah, there is a bit more, Mr. Barnes. Well, I don’t know if it’s important or worth talking about, but… um… this thing, I uh dubbed it the ‘thing’, showed up in my dreams after the attack. A nightmare if you will. It wasn’t a pleasant one but um… it appeared in the form of someone I knew and the next thing I knew it threw me through a wall. I tried to get up and fight but I couldn’t. Next thing I knew it went dark.” 

He shifted in his chair and cleared his throat. 

“Like I said, I don’t think that’s important to what we’re talking about.” 

“Jungkook, I understand you might not think it’s important but I’m sure it might come in handy soon.”  Another unexpected voice called out to him once again, this time it was the world’s most famous and amazing scientist, Dr. Bruce Banner aka the Hulk.

Let’s just say it took a lot not to spontaneously combust in his chair right at that instant. That man was a legend and of course, Jungkook read nearly all of his theories and research. The man was god-like in his eyes. I’m sure his friends might have been freaking out as well, seeing as they’re just as nerdy as he is. 

“Do you mind if we run some blood tests? I’m sure Ms.Cho was going to but I’m looking for something quite different than your blood type.”

Jungkook frantically nodded and looked at everyone else in the room. 

“Now, we’re going to have to run tests on those who just came back.” 

“Uh, Dr.Banner, um… why are we running tests in the first place? What exactly are you looking for?” 

“Well, we’re looking for something that the rest of the team might have brought from one of their missions.” 

“Um, excuse me? What mission?! I wasn’t told anything about anything? What are you talking about?” Jungkook questioned. He was so confused. Why didn’t anyone tell him anything? What were they hiding?

Suddenly a file opened up on the table and what Jungkook read and saw was nearly unbelievable. He saw them fighting some doctor and saw them pocket a weird purple serum. The same color of purple that the thing bled. He saw the doctors’ research on who he experimented on and the effects of the serum. Jungkook was experiencing nearly all of those effects. 

 “Okay, let me get this straight, so you all we’re mad about me keeping my identity a secret and being hesitant to share any personal information about me when you’ve been keeping secrets as well. Did everyone else know before me about this so-called secret that you’ve been keeping?” 

The room filled with silence and seemed to have gone still.

Jungkook was furious, for them to accuse him of being a threat when they could have possibly brought a threat to the facility, to Mr.Stark. He looked around the room and saw people divert their eyes away from him, a classic sign of lying. He then made eye contact with Mr.Stark and saw the guilt and regret in his eyes. Jungkook scoffed loudly, slammed both of his hands on the table, and hung his head down. He felt his chest burst with chuckles of anger. 

“So everyone knew? Huh, of course with the exception of Dr.Banner and Thor. Granted, they just got here, what this morning, and had no idea of my existence or of what happened last night. Woah, I’m shocked and simultaneously disappointed in nearly all of you. Look the Rogues, I get it, you won’t tell me anything because you suspect that I was just an intern, but you. Mr.Stark, really? I’ve been around nearly the entire time since they’ve been here and you couldn’t tell me that they brought a possible threat? That I could be infected with whatever type of thing they brought with them or that it could go after me as well, not to mention that fact that I went home for a couple of days and was around May and others. So you didn’t bother to mention anything to me until that the fucking thing attacked me in my own home. All because of what they brought from their righteous fucking mission?!” 

Before he could storm out or possibly continue berating them, his ears picked up a faint noise. It was coming from the vents. Jungkook quickly glanced at Clint who was currently seated in a chair and playing with his hearing aids. Fuck. 

“Jungkook, I get it you’re angry, kid, but please. Just let me explain. I was-” 

“Shh.”

“Don’t you shh me, while I’m trying to explain my mistakes, kid. I might not be your aunt but I sure as hell am in charge of you. So-”

“No. Shut up! I hear something in the vents.” 

Everyone quickly stood up and looked up at the vent. There was black goo crawling out from the vents. 

“Fuck, the things here.” 

“Well, that is not a nice way to greet your friends, Jungkook now is it.” 

The thing stood near the back of the room and took the form of him once again.

“Friend my ass, you copycat.” 

“Jungkook, you are so funny! Truly, you are, it is almost as if you are a comedian of some sort. It is very entertaining. Now, I have a very tiny question to ask you, how did you sleep? I believe I did bid you a good night, did I not?” 

“You can go to hell.” Jungkook snarled.

“I think you will go first, Jeon.”

The thing launched itself at Jungkook and knocked him to the ground. It got a good couple of punches in before it was blasted off him. He looked to his savior, the red-headed assassin. He felt his blood fall onto his shirt. Damn it. His nose was probably broken again. Jungkook felt a random pressure on his chest and legs, the thing had used part of itself to tie him up. Just fantastic. He tried to break out of it with his super strength but it tightened and burned his skin each time he attempted to move. Jungkook saw Tony try to get to him but the thing pulled a new trick and started slashing at his legs and stomach. It felt like he was being slashed and stabbed with numerous knives at once. He was writhing under the pain and could feel his blood soaking through his clothes.

“Nuh, ah. I would not bother getting any closer to him. If you do, your precious little spider is going to pay the consequences. I am very certain that you would not want a big stain of red on this expensive flooring, now would we, Stark?” 

“You son of a bitch! You let him go, right now!” Tony screamed and again tried to get to Jungkook, only to be held back by Steve.

“Tony! No! It’s only going to hurt him even more.”

“That’s my kid, Rogers!”

Jungkook felt another scream rip through him as the thing continued to slash at him. He felt like he was going to pass out.

“JUNGKOOK!”

“AH PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!”

The thing momentarily stopped stabbing him and Jungkook let his head fall to his chest. He heaved heavily and spit out blood. No one else made a move to attack it after that.

“Good boy. I suppose you can teach an old dog some new tricks. That is of course after it is punished. Now, let us not try anything else before I paint the town red with his blood.”

The thing looked at the hole that was in its side and looked back at Natasha and smirked. It spat out its purple blood and began to repair itself. 

“Now where were we, ah yes. That hurt Natasha, however, I know what is going to hurt you even more. I am sure you remember burning down that one building at the start of your oh so wonderful career. It would be an absolute shame if one of the stars of that night were to show up, would it not?”

A loud sound came from above, snapping everyone's attention to the vent that was now oozing black goo. The goo began to shape into several little children sized feet. Once they fully formed, everyone noticed that something was completely off; their mouths were open, oozing purple out of their mouths, their skins peeling, and covered in severe burns. Jungkook couldn’t seem to recognize them, but the look of absolute horror on Natasha’s face said it all. 

Out of the corner of Jungkook’s eye, he saw another blob slip past the vent. It quickly caught the attention of the others and shape-shifted at an alarmingly fast rate into her.

“You don’t seem too pleased to see your old friends, Natasha. I wonder why that is? Oh yes, because you weren’t all so kind to them. You murdered them! Those innocent children were burned alive! Natasha Romanoff: the world’s most famous murder turned good. I mean that is just a big joke. Truly, it is, and I hope it haunts you for the rest of your pathetic little life. After all, you are nothing but a murder and that is all you will ever be. It is in your DNA. You were made to do just that. It is your destiny. Your inner desire.”

Fake Natasha smirked and tilted her head.

Natasha clenched her fists and her jaw; this damn blob was getting her pissed off.

“I am not a murder! You don’t even know who I am! You know nothing about me or what I do!”

“Now, now, I am you, Natasha. I know everything there is to know about you. I know what you dream of and frankly, I think it is time for you to say good night. Or shall I say it for you?” 

As the thing droned on about Natasha and Jungkook, he zoned it out and looked around the room for possible exits. He tried to think of a quick plan to get everyone out of the room alive at least. Possible injuries were almost certain, but at least they would get out alive. The vents were a no go since two super-soldiers and a god wouldn’t fit through them. Plus, the fact that more of those things could come out from there. The room was made of glass so he could shatter them, but then that would meet that the things could get out, and he wanted to keep them contained for a bit. He knew there wasn’t much time until something else crawled through the vents. The only possible way to get out of this room was to at least run through the door and close it behind them or possibly close this floor down. He would need to create a diversion first. Sure, it possibly wasn’t going to be an entirely safe diversion but I’ll work. Hopefully. 

Jungkook bit his lips as he moved his arms in front of him. God, it hurt like a bitch, but he couldn’t afford to attract any attention right now. He lifted his sleeve up a little and began to mess with the functions of his web shooters; he needed at least one of them to malfunction and self-destruct but he knew that he didn’t have enough time. So, he made eye contact with Tony and gestured to his watch. He needed Tony to blast his repulsors at his shooter, it would be a quicker way to get out of here than him fiddling with his web shooter for the next 20 minutes and Jungkook doesn’t want to take that risk of waiting that long. This thing was unexpected and fast. Tony looked down at his wrist and nodded. Great, he understood Jungkook’s genius plan.

“Now, now, Jungkook. Why have you gotten so quiet just now? Are you ignoring me? Trying to block out the truth about you? About who you truly are?”

Jungkook stopped fiddling with his web shooters and looked up at the messed up version of himself. He gave a small smile and chuckled a bit.

“Oh, I’m definitely ignoring you, you sack of shit. I could care less about what you say. All I hear coming out of your mouth is pity and sadness for things you wish you could have done.” 

The thing version of himself furrowed its eyebrows and frowned. It looked pissed off.

“The things I could have done? You mean the absolutely horrible things you have done. Oh, there is a list filled with all the terrible things you have done. It could take days to read. I am sure you know of one of them, do you not Jungkook? Let us start at the top of your list, Jeon Jungkook. Ah yes, your dear old Uncle Ben or legally known as Jeon Beomseok or Beomseok Jeon, for your American friends. What was it that you did again? Ah right, you got him killed. Do you want to tell your friends how you got him killed or should I?” 

Jungkook felt anger rush through his veins, he looked at himself in the eyes, and only said two things.

“Bite me.”

And with that Jungkook threw his web shooter into the air and yelled at Tony to do it now. 

As soon as the repulsor hit the shooter, Jungkook rolled away from the thing. It exploded and released tons of webs, all of them being different textures and powers, all over the room. Knocking down everyone in the room. The tentacle arm-like thing let go of Jungkook as he screamed at everyone to get up and run out of the room while it was distracted. The numerous amounts of webbing had glued them to various parts of the room. The thing looked furious and frantic as it saw the others scattered and injured; Some of them oozing their purple blood onto the expensive flooring.

“You! Monster! How dare you! My children! My beautiful creations!” It shrieked and screamed until his taser webs finally knocked them out.

Jungkook limped as fast he could out of the room and shut the door behind him. He immediately started messing with the door panel and locked it. He let himself fall against the wall and felt himself getting weaker and weaker as each second passed. 

“Dad, lock all of the vents and make sure this room stays locked.”

Jungkook felt his vision grow black as he tried to use whatever energy he had left to say what he needed to say.

“And most importantly, don’t fall asleep and don’t say goodnight. Not yet.”

How hypocritical of him, Jungkook thought as he finally caved into the darkness. The comforting and unknowing darkness. The only hope of dreaming of a good time. 

Shouts filled the hallway as he whisked off to dreamland. 

“JUNG-”