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Peter loved being Spiderman.

The adrenaline, the satisfaction of saving people; nothing in his life seemed to compare to unbelievable feeling of being a superhero. Although, the downside was the people he loved were always at risk to be harmed or worse. That's why his identity really needed to be kept a secret, of course minus the fact that the law would be on his ass. He couldn't risk his remaining family or his girlfriend Gwen.

Peter let these thoughts fly away as he slung through the sky, searching New York for petty crime, his expertise. He respected the Avengers, he really did, but they didn't do anything about low level crime, which separated families every day. Petty crime is what tore Uncle Ben away from Peter and his Aunt May. He'd let the Avengers take care of alien invasions, and other threats on that level. He just wondered where they were when Doctor Conners attacked in full out lizard.

In that situation, if the Avengers had come to the rescue, he still would've stayed to finish the problem. The Lizard was his creation and, for all intents and purpose, his responsibility.

The wailing of sirens captured his attention. Peter changed his course, following the ear rattling noise. It led him to the base of the Avengers' Tower, formerly known as Stark Tower.

A man, smartly dressed as someone who would strike an observer as a mugger, held a young girl, maybe fifteen, at gunpoint. The police surrounded him, all guns held steady. Her backpack was tossed on the ground a few feet over; iPhone and wallet lay near an abundance of bills. As far as Peter could tell, she was no average New Yorker. She was someone with cash waiting at home.

Money or not, Peter felt obliged to save her. With great power, after all, comes great responsibility. Even without his spider abilities, he would take his Uncle's words to the grave with him.

Peter landed on the side of the tower, not to many floors up. He hoped it didn't have many defense mechanisms to outsiders, seeing as the Avengers often resided there. When nothing happened, he continued a slow crawl down the side of the building. The last thing he wanted was to be knocked off the building by some stupid defense, resulting in the life of an innocent young girl. He looked up, half expecting to see the infamous Iron Man fly out to the rescue, and then realized the chances of that happening were one to zero. Besides, he probably had more important things to attend to, like maybe building another suit or new tower. It's not like the life of a teenager directly affected the Tony Stark.

Peter threw the resentment behind him for now. Without the Avengers, everyone would be dead or wishing they were, as they'd be under the rule of aliens. Peter couldn't have done anything; he didn't have any powers at that point. Even if he did, he'd have been able to do about jack shit.

"Hey!" Peter called. "Watcha doing buddy?" The mugger quickly craned his head to look at Spiderman, without leaving his back open to the police. "Didn't you hear it's not nice to pick on girls?"

"Mind your own business, Spidey!" the man retorted. The girl whimpered as he tightened his grip. Peter fumed, quickly thinking of some way to distract the man from hurting the girl further. His first priority was to eliminate the gun from the fight. Peter hated guns and found they generally didn't mean good.

"You know, I hear you live longer the less you mug!" Peter yelled. The man growled, his eyes darting between the police and Peter.

"Stay away!" he yelled. "Stay away or I'll shoot her!" He cocked his gun in assurance.

"Now, now," Peter chided. "Guns are for cowards." Before the man could blink, Peter had the man's gun dangling from his own fingers, after switching the safety off, of course. He stuck it to the tower with his webbing, so it was out of the fight for good. "Tucked nice and out 'a sight," sang Peter.

"I can still break her neck!" he replied. Peter hadn't been expecting that, most thugs at that point tried to run. The man deserved more credit than Peter gave him. Not that that was a good thing, not at all. He ran through his options, one immediately coming to mind. The man's strength had nothing against his webbing, or the speed. He wouldn't be able to process the action quick enough.

With that thought, Peter shot off a quick, efficient string of webbing. It latched itself onto the girl's waist, emitting a yelp from her. Surely, no one had been expecting that. Said girl was quickly in Spiderman's arms, too shocked to have even screamed. It had all happened in a matter of seconds.

The police didn't hesitate any longer, before pouncing on the man. Peter thought it was over and begun sliding down the building, his arms securely around the girl who had begun to mumble a consistent thank you, thank you, thank you.

"Just doing my job as your friendly neighborhood Spider-" he was cut off by a sudden bolt of power, throwing him and the girl the remaining two floors down to the ground. Before they hit, he shifted and shot a string of web to an overhang, quickly connecting it to the girl's waist saving her from hitting the ground. During the maneuver, Peter lost his grip and fell the remaining one floor to the ground, but nothing he couldn't handle. (Nothing he hadn't done before.)

The girl shrieked, dangling precariously from nothing but a web. Of course, the web wasn't going anywhere, but it had even taken Peter a while to trust its stability. Groaning as he stood, he searched for the source of the blast. He zeroed in on the mugger, who was laughing in glee, staring at his hands in joy.

"It worked!" he cried, his hands thrumming with a green glow. "It really worked!' he thrust his hands out, nearly hitting the girl, but instead blasting a hole in Avengers' Tower.

"Nice aim, Glow Stick!" Peter called. The man, Glow Stick as Peter himself cleverly decided to call him, whipped around till he was facing Peter. The cops, the mostly uninjured ones, that is, had begun rising to their feet, knocked back from the blow. All of the man's attention zeroed in on Peter, as per his plan. No innocents were dying on his watch; Peter would make sure of that.

'Glow Stick' growled, thrusting his hands towards Peter. He jumped, spider sense tingling, and flipped backwards to avoid the blow. He wasn't going onto the offense until he figured out how to case the guy without causing damage to himself and others, Stark's building not included.

The powerful shots the guy was giving off got worse with everyone he took. They sizzled and crackled with power, but turned into glowing green goo as soon as they hit their target. The man also started to glow, more and more, as he got confident in his abilities.

"You're literally a living, breathing glow stick," Peter taunted, avoiding another blow. He had decided to go with his specialty: webs. He also secretly prayed a cop would clip him, as this guy obviously had no mercy. Peter spared a quick glance at the dangling girl, who had tears running down her face, but still holding steady. She wasn't screaming or calling for help, which was fine so long she was out of harm's way.

Peter shot webbing at the man, hoping it would hold. It did, and the man yelled in frustration, trying to rip it off. He was only making his situation worse, and Peter took that time to shoot off more and more webbing, wrapping him in a cocoon better than a straightjacket.

Peter added a bit more, just to be on the safe side, and ignored the man's furious yelling before climbing up the side of the building to retrieve the girl. Her knuckles were white from clenching the webbing, and she looked fearfully at him.

"Hey," he called. "What's your name?"

"A-Arden," she stuttered.

"Okay Arden," Peter started. "I'm just going to get a hold of you with these," he said, pointing the devices on his wrists. "I've already done it to you twice, but I figured you deserved a warning this time." She nodded, grinning a little. "Okay, ready?" She tensed preparing herself. "1, 2, 3-" he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist as quickly as he could, after shooting off his webbing.

She yelped as Peter slid down the building, as slowly as possible. Once they hit ground, her knees buckled, probably in shock. Peter hefted her up and began walking to the ambulance that had pulled up on scene. A paramedic took her from his hands.

"Spiderman!" she called. Peter turned and raised an eyebrow despite being under the mask. "Thank you so much!" He nodded, waving to the surrounding crowd. He also grinned, but she didn't see that. It felt good helping people.

Peter turned, checking on the Glow Stick dude. He was being rolled into a high security van by people in hazmat suits. Peter tried not to laugh at the scene. A commotion from the hole blasted in the tower caught his attention. He assumed all the remaining cops were there, which was why no one had tried to arrest him yet.

"What the hell happened here?" a man yelled, brandishing to the hole. "I leave for an hour. An hour! And there's hole in the side of my building?" Peter assumed it was Mr. Stark himself. Peter held a lot respect for Tony Stark's studies/hero duties, just not for the man himself. He was arrogant, plain and simple, and Peter who was entirely devoted to Gwen couldn't imagine treating women like he did.

Peter was a young male with hormones, but Tony Stark eclipsed him in the irresponsibility category.

"Excuse me, pardon me," Peter repeated tirelessly as he struggled to get through.

He had ducked behind a building, seconds ago, and changed into civilian clothes, and was now pushing through the group of police and bystanders, watching Stark's outrage. "Sir," he called. "Sir!"

"What do you want kid?" Stark asked, annoyance and condescendence clear in his voice.

Peter huffed. "Well when you were out having a coffee break- " the crowd fell silent, and Peter continued almost baking in the moment, "A super villain attacked. Thankfully, Spiderman was there, and the teenage girl caught in the cross fire is still alive no thanks to any of the Avengers."

No one spook. Finally, Stark demanded. "Who are you?"

"Peter. Peter Parker."

"Well then Peter, this doesn't really involve you now, does it?" Tony leered at him.

"You'd be surprised," Peter retorted. People watched the two go at it, amazed at the kids bravery. "You see, Mr. Stark. There was a battle, between to super beings, no less, at the base of your tower. The Avengers' Tower, that is. Obviously, you won't be there all the time, but what about all the other Avengers?"

"We saved the world kid. We deserve a break."

Great power Tony Stark may have, but he knew nothing about responsibility.

"Doesn't Spiderman deserve a break too? The crime doesn't just go away when you aren't there, you know. And what about that weird lizard attack? Where were you then? Spiderman was there, at least."

"Looks like we have a Spiderman fan. Go home to your parents."

"Sorry Stark, but my parents are dead." Peter deadpanned. Tony looked shocked for a moment, before recovering.

"Sorry kid, that's awful and all, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Yeah," Peter glared. "I know," he replied before turning heel and walking away. He'd be dead when he got home to Aunt May, as she sent him out to get eggs two hours ago.

Tony had JARVIS pull up footage from the fight that had blasted a hole in his tower. He had to admit, Spiderman was good. He was faster than everyone, minus the Hulk and maybe Captain or Thor. Other than Tony, he had the best way with words out of everyone. He was more agile the Natasha, and had quicker reflexes than Clint. He was definitely superhuman.

Not to mention his wrist contraptions. Tony zoomed in on them, and they appeared to be made out of bits and scraps of random things. In other words, homemade. So he must be smart too.

What this Peter Parker said struck home. He had never thought about what happened when the Avengers weren't there, and it bothered him. He knew of New York's crime levels, just never bothered to do anything about it.

"JARVIS," he called. "Pull up everything SHIELD has on Spiderman."

"Yes sir," he Al replied. A few moments later, JARVIS began again. "Would you like me to read it to you?"

"Why not?" Tony replied.

"Spiderman's identity has not been confirmed, although it's been narrowed down to a few possible candidates. He helped to bring down the Lizard, known as Doc. Curt Conners."

Tony blanched at that. He had worked with Conners at one point, and determined he was a good guy. "JARVIS, read me the Spiderman candidates."

"They are as follows; John Hanson, Timothy Hills, Andrew Lee, and Peter Parker."

Peter Parker.

Okay sorry if I made Tony seem like a dick, but I needed a rightful season for Peter to get angry. Also, I feel like Spiderman is vastly underrated in these crossover fics. People always down play him as the little hero, but I think you should watch the Avengers and then Spiderman. Don't get me wrong, I think the Avengers are freaking awesome, and I love them, but Spiderman is very high up there in terms of abilities. So in this story, Peter will be able to play at the Avengers level, maybe higher.

If you liked this, I need some reviews to continue. They're my motivation J

PS this is my first crossover fic.