Peter came to the conclusion that whoever got a good night's rest was a psychopath. After the credits rolled, Harley had to go to the lab to finish up some project he mentioned. Peter wasn't really listening. He had just learned that his family was now after him, and possibly Nick Fury. Reasonable excuse to not sleep.

He made his way to the living room to find, yet again, Tony slouched over the kitchen island with a cup of coffee. He looked like he went through a hurricane.

"Hey Dad, are you okay?"

Peter asked as he approached Tony, who slightly jumped at his voice.

"I'm fine kid, just stressed. Nothing to worry about." He said as he took another sip of his coffee. Peter only hoped it was his first cup. He doubted that.

Tony sighed and attempted to run his hand through his tangled hair. Peter noticed his eye bags seemed worse. He felt his heart sink and softly wrapped his arms around his Dad. Tony, though slightly taken aback, embraced his son for a few minutes. He was definitely sleep deprived.

"Please go to rest. I hate seeing you like this.." They stood there for a minute, not saying anything. Peter could only imagine how stressed he was.

"Plus, I think Father would go into cardiac arrest if he saw you like this." Peter softly said. Tony simply gave out a soft laugh and pressed a weak kiss to Peter's forehead before making his way to his bedroom. To tried to be snarky.

There wasn't much planned for Peter today. It is the weekend, which meant that the tower floors would be flooded by school groups on tour. Normally this wouldn't be an issue but Tony had made Harley promise to cover a minimum of 5 tours every time he came over. Apparently, it was payback for a bad prank a few years ago.

So, Peter just decided to call his friends Ned and MJ to kill some time. He then played around with Clint's dog for a few minutes, attempting to teach him tricks but failing.

As Peter was in the personal gym, he noticed that the sky had darkened, signaling it was time for him to go on patrol. Peter went to drink some water before contemplating his options. He missed patrol yesterday, so he felt the need to make up for it today. Was it a good idea? No. Definitely not when Nick Fury is after you. Did that stop Peter? No. Peter felt like it was his responsibility to be Spider-Man. He has these powers and he's committed to using them for the greater good, not just for his personal benefit. So he jumped out of his bedroom window and started the night.

"Boss, Spider-Man's been spotted in Queens."

FRIDAY called into the lab where Tony and Bruce were still working. They both looked at each other for a few minutes before Bruce asked, "Should we get everyone?" Tony stepped away from his desk as he made his way to the hallway outside.

"Probably. But don't you think Spider-Boy will freak out if we show up with the whole team and then some more?" At this point, Tony suited up about to head out before Bruce stopped him.

"Yes, but you heard Fury. He's strong, and we don't know what he's fully capable of."

"Get Clint and Nat, meet me on the roof in 10."

The New York breeze was calming as it softly grazed him as he swung about the busy city. Traffic and muffled chattering filed the streets.

The sound of home.

Peter swung from building to building. Glancing around the streets, Peter keeps a watchful eye for anyone trying to cause harm to the city he adores.

Patrol is pretty much always the same. Nothing major, if anything, a petty thief trying to rob a supermarket here and there. Nothing Peter couldn't handle. Despite being Spider-Man for a little over two years, Peter was by no means famous. Most people hardly saw him, and those that did hardly cause a scene.

He'd get a few smiles and often a nice 'Thank you!'.

That always made his day.

He was currently sitting on the rooftop of some old building. If he had to guess, he'd say it was around 9 P.M, meaning tours would end soon and he should probably head back in a bit. But few more minutes couldn't hurt.

To say patrol today was different would be an understatement.

Everything was normal to Peter. Until felt a sensation that something, no, someone was behind him. Quickly, he lowered his mask and got on his feet, facing the essence behind him.

Big mistake.

He saw not one but two familiar red suits. Ironman and Deadpool.

Before Peter had the chance to get away, his body yelled at him to jump, which allowed him to dodge an arrow. Peter quickly turned and saw Hawkeye in the window of a building, loading his bow again.

Peter had one thought. Run.

Seems that Ironman caught on quickly because he started, "Hey Spider-Boy! We aren't going to hurt you! Pirate dude just needs to know who you are. So how about we all play nice and follow the big man's orders. Seem fair?"

"I'm sorry what?" Deadpool perked up.

"This doesn't concern you leather licorice." Ironman snapped.

"Well, I have orders to take him out so it kinda does. But! If you two are too busy playing duck, duck, goose, then I'll stop by another time. Later gator!" With that, Deadpool jumped off the building and disappeared.

Peter quickly got on guard, "First of all, it's Spider-Man. And how about a rain check on that!"

He quickly shot a web towards Hawkeye, blocking the window. Before Ironman could get a shot in, Peter webbed up his engines, cringing knowing he'd have to clean them when he gets home.

As he was about to run, Nat jumped into view and back a run to tackle him. Peter felt the urge to swing to the left, and he quickly did, avoiding a hook from Nat. He quickly webbed her feet together and pulled them out from underneath her.

"It was nice meeting you guys but sorry, I have people I need to keep safe." With that, Peter quickly started making his way home.

"You should have brought back up," Bruce said inside the suit.

"I don't wanna hear it right now green pea." Tony scuffed as he called Strange to make him portal back home.

Peter quickly made it through his window and ran to the bathroom, attempting to play it off that he was showering. This wasn't good. His Dad would probably be home by now. He feels bad of course, but he doesn't want to add any more stress to his family. Or risk putting them in danger. Especially with Deadpool after him now!

Peter finished getting dressed and headed out, just in time to see Steve Rogers barging through the living room.