Tony guided Peter down a corridor, his hands over the teenager's eyes.

"Come on, Tony, tell me where we are going?"

Tony chuckled at the boy's remark, not wanting to ruin the secret. "I can't tell you kid, not yet anyway."

Peter continued to let his adoptive father to walk him towards the surprise, right until Tony removed his hands from his face. Right in front of a brown, wooden door.

"Go on, Pete, open the door."

Peter did just that, and walked straight into the greatest bedroom, ever.

"Woah!" He exclaimed, as he jumped onto the queen size bed in front of him. It had stormtroopers on the navy covers, matching the dark blue walls.

On the wall opposite the bed, was a mural: his Spidey-signal. It was just like the real one Tony had given him.

There was also a desk, one spanning the entirely of one wall. On one side was a computer, with two monitors, and on the other: all of his Lego, and figurines.

As he turned around, he noticed a giant Iron Man poster: framed and on his wall.

"Tony, what on Earth is that?"

Tony laughed, "It was mine, but Pepper told me to get rid of it. So now it's yours!"

The funny thing was - Peter actually loved it. Along with all of the other things in his new room.

"Thanks so much, Tony. I love it," Peter said, as hugged him, "It's the best room ever."

Tony beamed down at his son, yes he called the kid his son. He loved him. He truly did.

"Your suits in their," he informed Peter, pointing at the closet, "Just in case you feel like being your Spidey-Self tonight."

Peter nodded, excited to tell Ned and MJ all about this.

"Dinner will be ready in a bit, Clint's doing it."

"He can cook?" Peter asked, innocently.

"Something like that," Tony replied, leaving Peter's room at the same time.

Peter grabbed his phone from his pocket, and immediately went onto the '2 of us are losers' group chat.

Peter: Hey, guys. I got some news.

Ned: Dude you're alive. What's the news? Are you now an Avenger? Did Iron Man break up with his fiancé, and start dating Captain America?

Peter: WHAT! Nooooooo!

MJ: What's up losers? 🙃

Peter: They took May off of life support.

Ned: Oh damn, I'm so sorry Peter. 😢

MJ: Yeah I'm real sorry.

Peter: It's okay, I'm okay.

Ned: When was this? Today?

Peter: Over a week ago, that's why I've not been at school.

Peter: I was on the streets, hiding.

Ned: Then where are you now?

Peter: Avengers Tower.

Ned: AWESOME! 😮

Ned: I mean I send my condolences, but you're living with the Avengers?

Peter: Actually...

MJ: Spill it, Peter.

Peter: Did you just call me by my actual name?

MJ: No...

Peter: Okay... Well Mr Stark adopted me.

Ned: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

MJ: That's cool. 👍

Ned: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

Peter: I gotta go... Hawkeye just said dinner's ready. Bye.

MJ: Bye 👋

Ned: Did you just say Hawkeye?

Peter got up, off of his bed - and walked down the corridor, and into the elevator. Once it had reached the right floor, he got out.

Tony put his hands on the kid's shoulders and guided him to a seat, telling him to sit down. Then he chose to sit at the seat beside him.

"So Clint, what are you serving up?"

"Dominos Pizza."

As he said it, he could hear everyone else laughing.

"What! I'm not the best cook, am I?" Clint protested.

Eventually, after everyone stopped making fun of Hawkeye, they all started to dig into the pizza.

"So Peter, how'd you like your room?", asked Steve.

"It's awesome!," answered Peter, with probably just too much enthusiasm.

"And it was mainly me and Wanda who did it up. So don't go thanking Tony for it."

"Hey I did at least 12% of it. At LEAST."

Peter laughed, along with many of the other people sat at the table. "Well I love it."

As they all finished their meal, Peter felt his Spidey Sense tingling. Oh no, he thought. This wasn't good. He stood up, in alarm, deciding to go see what it was.

"Kid, where you going?"

"I'm just going to go out on patrol," he lied, "Its been too long."

Tony grinned, "Alright, Underoos, just be back by 11:30, you know I'll check."

"Okay bye."

Peter ran up to his room, putting on his suit. He hated lying to Tony.

ABSOLUTELY

HATED

IT

But he had to: to find out what the problem was.

He jumped out of the window, shooting his web at the same time - preventing him from hitting the ground. Then he swung all the way across down - to wherever his Spidey Sense was taking him.

Peter ended up outside of an old warehouse, it was probably abandoned. He could practically hear his heart pounding, and he knew he'd have to go inside, even though it was freaking him out.

He crept in through the open door, and just as he took a few step forwards, Bang, it shut behind him.

He really shouldn't of been watching horror movies, during his time in the medical room - his nerves were getting the better of him. He was gonna be alright, he thought. He just had to take a deep breath and it would all be okay.

Peter took another step forward, realising straight away that it was a trap.

Five men, all holding guns, surrounded him - till one shot him. Causing his vision to blur and making him fall to the concrete floor. He tried to get up, but winced in pain: as another bullet shot him above his shoulder.

THEN

IT

ALL

WENT

BLACK...