SHIELD.

It can be a salvation or damnation.

Saving lives, destroying people if needed. Relentless to a fault. People accept that this is their government. Their protectors from the dangerous. The bringer of the Avengers. Heroes loved and adored as well as they are hated. But savior a nonetheless.

...

"No one knows us here. I think we'll be safe... No I'm not sure! ... It can't be that bad. Look, I don't exist here. So I never have to not be a héroe... Yes, that means armored up during "school hours"... No I don't think I'll work with anyone... At least we agree on that... Do we need to discuss that now?... Dios mio... Look, let's just find some shelter for a while. Maybe something to eat?... You know sarcasm doesn't suit you ese."

A teen jumped off the ledge of a skyscraper wearing dark blue armor. Two thin, bug like, mechanical wings grew out of his back. The teen weaver through the buildings and sky lights flickering a blue reflective glint onto the ground. Surprisingly silent in comparison to the busy city below, few saw a glimpse of the blue armored teen. And many that did see believed it to be an illusion from the lights or some publicity stunt.

The teen was too wrapped up in their thoughts to pay a lot of attention to their surroundings or the people below. It wasn't so bad though. The city was like many, and was set up in a sort of grid, with taller buildings in the center and smaller buildings lacing the outer rims of the location. The glass windows weren't a problem as many had their backs to the city attempting to work or talk with friends.

He left the city not long after take off, entering the edge of suburbia. Quietly landing on the grass, the armor retracted off his body. It peeled off like a shell disappearing entirely into the fabric of his baggy sweat shirt. A Latino teen looked back at the city. Brown eyes full of hope and fear.

"Hopefully we'll be welcomed."

...

"Guys, I'm telling you, I saw the Beetle," Peter told his "friends" again. They were aboard the SHIELD Helicarrier awaiting orders from Nick Fury. All suited up except their masks, the team looked at Peter like he was crazy. It was hard when they were inside SHIELD as one team way before he came along. They trusted each other and Fury more than they trusted him. And at times like this, it was kind of irritaing.

"Yeah right Web-head." Sam aka Nova.

"You were probably just seeing things." Luke aka Powerman.

"Beetle's locked up." Ava aka White Tiger.

"Perhaps you saw Iron Man working on a new suit. He has been discussing more suits for battle situations." Danny aka Iron Fist.

"I know what I saw!" Peter hissed at his teammates. His teammates rolled their eyes at him. Peter crossed his arms in annoyance.

"You don't believe me," he grumbled.

"Peter," Ava began, "You haven't rested in days. You've had school, hero work, your sick Aunt May and Harry. You're paranoid. We'll talk to Fury. Take the night off."

"Guys I'm fine!"

"Come off it webs. Take a night off," Sam added, "We know what to do. We are heroes after all," he said puffing out his chest.

Peter glared at his teammates.

"I am not crazy."

"We never said you were," Ava stated.

"Well who knows? Guy runs around shooting white stuff at everyone in a spandex outfit so..."

"Not helping," Ava growled. Peter narrowed his eyes even more. His body tensed before contracting the stiffened muscles to relax.

"Forget it. I'm out of here."

"Peter, wait!" Danny called out with his calm voice. Peter didn't react, setting a brisk pace away from his team. He knew what he saw. He saw armor and beetle wings. Long and transparent wings matching a bug. No one else had that kind of armor. Not even the famed Tony Stark. The suit was colored to blend in, not stand out. And any product of Stark's was incredibly flashy. And besides, his colors were red and gold. This guy was a deep shade of blue, almost black. The Beetle had grey and dark colors so it was plausible for him to look like a dark shade of blue at night.

But Ava did have a point. The Beetle was still under lockdown as far as he knew. He had been past his cell about a week ago and he was still there. Fury would have contacted them if he had escaped within that time. So who was this person? Was this person like Harry when he became the Black Spiderman? Is he a different version of the Beetle? Was it even a he? Was it even human? Was it an ally? An enemy? Some like... Deadpool? He shuddered at that thought. If anything, he did not want another Deadpool like thing running around. One was more than enough.

There was only one way to find out. He was patrolling tonight. SHIELD be damned if he didn't.

...

"Perhaps we should have stayed in the city... Hey! Unlike you I am not above begging for a meal... No we are not stealing... Because it's wrong that's why! Ugh, why do I put up with you... I know you're infused in my spine! You know, sarcasm doesn't suit you... Dios mio... Look, I need food. No I'm not stealing. Worst case we'll go to a soup kitchen... No the government will not attack us... Because I am just a homeless schizophrenic person. No one will worry... Well who asked you!?"

People stood away from the rambling teen with slight fear. Parents held their children close, making them look away from the possessed latino teen. He had walked into a local park and began rambling to himself on one of the park benches. The people backed away mostly unnoticed by the teen.

My crappy shot at YJ meets Spiderman. Well... Review.