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Meeting Steve-

He'd been swinging down fourth and main trying to avoid the latest police squadron out for his head. Though to be fair, once they'd realised that it wasn't him that had killed captain Stacy and that he'd helped save the city from Dr. Connors, most of the polices' effort aimed at arresting him, became half-hearted at best.

Maybe it was due to the four and a half hours of sleep he'd gotten last night or the fact that he hadn't eaten anything in the last eight hours, but whatever it was that had caused him to be sloppy, he promised himself to never let it happen again. He'd honestly thought that the mugger didn't have a gun, 'cause really who uses a knife to mug someone when they have a gun? So between getting shot in the arm and heading in the complete wrong direction to home to avoid the police, Peter thought that this night couldn't get any worse.

He was wrong. He'd just landed in an oddly familiar part of town. Following his instincts he walked over to a slight collapse in the roof and after bending down to peek inside, realised that it was the gym he'd fallen into on a previous night out.

Knowing he'd have to wait at least 20 minutes before that cops would give up he decided to wait inside the gym where it was more sheltered until they'd moved on.

Nimbly hopping through the hole he landed in a crouch in the centre of a wrestling ring.

Standing at full height again, he pulled his mask off. The mask was dead useful to hide his identity, but pretty crap for breathing. Hearing the whoosh of a heavy object moving through the air he whirled instinctively, ready to fight when he heard the 'thump thump' sound followed by the whooshing sound again..

Climbing out of the ring he cautiously made his way over, sticking to the shadows to hide his face. He caught sight of a tall blonde man, that looked like he was dealing with some issues. Peter was just about to subtlety backtrack when the punching bag was knocked to the ground due to a sharp right cross from the man. Peter couldn't stop himself from letting out a whistle of appreciation.

The man paused in place on his way to hang another punching bag and turned towards peter, only realising then that he wasn't alone anymore.

"Who's there? "

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt", Peter said quickly. Taking a step back, as if to flee, Peter halted when he heard the sad tone in the next words.

"Wait don't go.", the man said reaching towards Peter with his left hand, dropping the punching bag as he took a step towards him.

"I'm sorry, that was rude. I've just been having a bad day...week."

Taking a deep breath he started again.

"Hi, my name is Steve. What's yours?"

Meeting Tony-

Tony was on a roll, so far he'd avoided seven meetings and flirted and bedazzled his way out of four possible lawsuits for speaking to truthfully about some things.

Just as he was about to head for an early lunch, he was stopped dead in his tracks by Peppers no nonsense stance.

"Tony, you can't keep skipping all your appointments. I thought we'd come to an agreement about this."

"Ahhh, no. You came to an agreement with yourself. I just nodded to hasten the process"

"Well you're not skipping your next one. You have a people's party to attend, you're the guest of honour. They already had this booked for over a year; you'd promised you'd go. Don't even think of missing it, you owe me at least one attended party for that San Francisco incident.

"Ahhhh Pep, way to hang that over a guy. Fine but I'm not doing any PR stuff, that's what I have you for."

"You'll give a small speech, and we'll call it even. Deal?"

"Deal." He replied, already moving past her, before she could make "deals".

"It starts at 7:30 sharp!" she shouted at his retreating form.

-LINE BREAK POV CHANGE TO PETER-

There was something about these Stark Galas that made him uncomfortable. Hell any other day he'd probably kill to be invited to one. But since he'd been sent to take pictures of Tony Stark, ten minutes ago by J. Johnson because his photos weren't completely terrible and they needed someone to cover the event, meant that he hadn't got the chance to change clothes. So being his fashionable self he stood out like a sore thumb with his jeans, t-shirt/hoodie and converse combination.

He'd been hoping that he could just lay low over by one of the walls until Mr. Stark arrived, take some pictures and then head home. Hell he was so exhausted from his patrol last night that the last thing on his mind was traversing the crowds to pester one of his hero's with science question.

Letting out a sigh, he stole some sort of prawn thing from one of the passing servers and lent back against the wall to eat and wait.

"Well someone certainly dressed for the occasion. You should try the little spinach pie thing, tastes pretty good."

Slightly shocked that anyone was able to approach him with his senses alerting him, Peter flinched before turning to face the host of the party. Pushing off from the wall so he wasn't leaning slouched against it anymore, Peter proceeded to try and apologise for his appearance.

"Oh stop it, there's no need. Hell if it wasn't for Pepper, I'd probably be dressed the same...Well except for the t-shirt. Honestly 'Dead by Sunrise', doesn't anyone know good music anymore!?. It's gotta be rock all the way or naught, nothing beats a bit of AC/DC."

It was probably the exhaustion that cause his impoliteness ,Aunt May would kill him if she knew what he was about to say.

"Hey there is nothing wrong with 'Dead by Sunrise'. For all we know they could rise and become the AC/DC of this age. They just haven't had enough time to...marinade. And it's not like AC/DC are still stilling producing music. If there not in the charts how are people supposed to know them and like their stuff. Not that there's anything good in the charts. It's all crappy dance music." Realising that he'd just ranted at TONY STARK, who was standing there looking both shocked and amused Peter went red and squeaked out an embarrassed "sorry".

"Ahhh no, that was funny. You talked back, I like that, usually I'm surrounded by yes-men and vultures. So your here for what, judging from that camera I'd say a photo of my perfect form?"

Tony said as he reached for the camera around Peter's neck, switching it on and proceeded to throw his arm around Peter to take a selfie of the two of them.

"Perfect, I swear it's like I can't take a bad photo."

Peter is stunned. Tony Stark had just taken a picture on HIS camera, of Tony AND Peter.

"What was that a bad picture of you, did you want a re-do? Or are you going to take another for my close-up? He said easily, grinning at Peter's slack expression.

"ummm, ahhhh, another?" Peter muttered, embarrassed at his own response.

"No problem kid. Any pose you want, I've recently got the bodybuilder one down to a 'T'."

"Ah, no just stand there and I'll just do the rest."

After a about two minutes of photos Peter said he was done. He handed the camera to Tony to look at. "Hey, these aren't bad. How'd you know my left side's my good sid-" He cut off, and reached into his pocket, taking out his phone. He sighed, handing the camera back to Peter

."Looks like, the public awaits. I'll see you around kid. Send me those photos?"

-LINE BREAK POV CHANGE TO TONY-

"Hmmm, what's this?", clicking on an email from a Peter P., Tony found attached copies of the photos from the previous night.

Meeting Natasha-

Visiting a shop like this was something Peter never thought he'd do.

After having one to many incidents with his suit tearing, Peter decided to use his old friend "the internet" to help find something more durable.

A lot of weird sites popped up, some which advertised S&M outfits and others skin tight latex bodysuits, eventually Peter found a specialized retailer situated right in Manhattan.

After checking the opening hours, he decided there was no time like the present.

He had no idea why he was standing outside, hell it made him look even more suspicious, but hell the outfits in the front window consisted of nothing but lingerie.

"Get a grip Peter, you're already here, just walk in.", he said trying to psych himself up.

After finally entering he was pleasantly surprised with the interior, it didn't seem burlesque-ish at all. It actually looked like any other shop, the low lighting and soft music, lulling him into a content state.

He walked more relaxed up to the main counter.

"Uhh hi, I saw on your site that you have durable materials for sale. I was hoping to buy about ten metres of it in white if possible."

-SOME TIME HAS PASSED -

"In again Peter? I swear someday you'll have to tell me what you're using this stuff for. You're one of my most regular customer."

"Hi Jane, yeah someday maybe. Can I get twenty metres this time? It should last me a bit longer then."

"Sure thing sweetie, you can take a seat. I'll be back in a few. And don't bother ogling Natasha she's waaay out of your league." She said winking before heading towards a backroom.

"I have a girlfriend, you know!" Peter replied blushing as he took a seat near Natasha."Uh hi, sorry about that."

"It's no problem." She looked him up and down. "You don't look like you'd be a frequent shopper here."

"Oh, I'm not here for any of the clothes. Jane sells this really sturdy material, that I need...a lot of." he finished lamely. 'Oh god between the outfits this shop sells and the sturdy/durable material he needed, she probably thought he was some sex, crazed fiend who made his own "special clothes"!'

She must have read his thought because she gave a small laugh.

"Don't worry, I think you're making special suits for yourself. I also buy from there other material range. And your right, it is very durable." She said rising to stand. She walked towards the counter, coming to stop just before it as Jane walked back into the front of the shop.

"Aaaand here we are Nat. Hope everything's good. I'll see you 'round?", Jane asked handing over a bag containing her purchase.

"Sure, I'll be back. Oh and you should ask about their new material, it's not nearly as durable but you can really breathe in it. See you Kid." She said, before walking out of the shop.

"...awwww, it's so cute to see my too best customers getting along. Did you want me to text you the next time she's in?" Jane teased.

"Jaaaane, I already told you, I have a girlfriend. Is my stuff ready? And what's this new breathable material she mentioned?

Meeting Clint-

He knew he was probably a little too old for them, but he hadn't been to an arcade in years and the thought of one brought back good memories.

As he walked in, secretly glad to see other adults amongst the throngs of teenagers, he scoped the place out. He walked casually around the place seeing what games they had. From the looks of it something called Dance Nation was very popular, there was a large group, standing around watching two players fighting it out.

Deciding to stick with the ever manly and safe option he chose a racing game. He smiled when he realised that this specific game contained another of his childhood favourites. SuperMario.

Sitting into one of the two seats, he popped the money into the slot and started the race.

After twenty minutes and some cursing he was pleased to see that he'd claimed first on the leader board.

He then proceeded to check out the other amusements available, seeing it he could make a clean sweep at the leader board.

He headed to another game, a shooting one this time. It would probably be considered cheating due to his proficiency with the weapon, but he didn't care.

It only took him eight minutes to reach the high score on this game, knocking the previous leader off the board. Some random guy called 'Peter'. Wait, hadn't that been the name at the top of the mariocart racing game too?

After checking that it was indeed the aforementioned 'Peter', Clint decided to check the other games. Seemed the guy was a regular, as his name held the top spot in most games.

With nothing else to do today Clint decided to accept the challenge and started to play the next game. His goal, to knock this Peter guy off the top spot.

-LINE BREAK POV CHANGE TO PETER-

"Come on, just one game. I'll even do the girls part on the dance machine afterwards."

"Ok, ok. Fine, just one game. And you can buy me an ice cream later instead."

"Yes! You are so awesome. I still can't believe you haven't played this before. I'm such a regular here, me and the staff are practically family. I'll let you pick the course and players, we got loads of time since we're not playing for top score. I've already won that privilege." Peter boasted as they sat into the seat.

After three games, Gwen needed to go to the toilet. She told him she'd be back which convinced Peter to just stay. He decided to play another by himself against the machine.

Knowing all the tracks and tricks of the game , he was mainly aiming for best time.

He finished first with a good time of 2minutes 34 seconds. Waiting to check his previous score, he was shocked to see, that he wasn't first on the leader board anymore.

Peter seeing that he'd missed the best time by two seconds, beaten by come guy named Clint.

Seeing Gwen returning, he vowed to come back and right this terrible wrong.

-LINE BREAK POV CHANGE BACK TO CLINT-

He'd been able to return a lot sooner than he thuoght, only two weeks had passed.

Seating himself into the vacant mariocart racer he started to play.

When the race ended he waited to see the score.

"well I'll be damned.", Clint said aloud. This Peter guy had beaten him again.

"Well, we can't be having that." he muttered, inserting money into the machine to play again.

-LINE BREAK -

After that it sort of became a weird cat and mouse thing. One of them always chasing after the other, trying to beat the others previous score.

-LINE BREAK POV CHANGE TO CLINT-

It was a Thursday the next time he came in. He headed straight for the game.

After sitting down, he started to insert the money just as he was putting his last quarter in. A guy slid into the seat adjacent.

He didn't say anything, just starting putting money into his machine.

After they'd both picked there characters, the course, they began to play.

The guy was good, but Clint liked to think he was better.

-LINE BREAK POV CHANGE TO PETER-

There was currently only two laps left in the race and they were both giving it everything.

The other player,who Peter was assuming was the elusive Clint, was currently in first place, (but not for long if Peter had any say). He'd chosen Funky-Kong as his avatar.

After choosing Waluigi as his avatar.

They were coming up to the last lap, Both were leaning right back in the seats, right foot flat on the floor. Stupidly hoping the the more force they put on the acceleration pedal, the faster they'd go.

"Come on, come on, come on, get the box, get the box." Peter chanted to himself.

Peter was getting annoyed, he'd been hitting every box, but they all contained useless stuff, banana peels and oil. How was that supposed to help him get ahead!

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Peter repeated, of all the luck, the other guy had managed to get a turtle shell to throw at him. There was no way he'd be able to escape that.

After being hit, and waiting for his character to revive, he noticed the distance between them had grown. The other player only had a third of the course left, Peter still had a little over half way to go, with a box fastly approaching.

Knowing he probably wouldn't win, but decided to at least finish with a good time. He played on.

He got the box.

Peter was stunned.

He'd gotten a bullet!

He was currently in a nervous yet hopeful state. He let the bullet carry him closer to the other player. Could he do it? Could he really catch up?

Peter was trembling with nervous energy. He'd just past the other player. He was literally inches a head. Little bit more and he'd win...YESSS!

He'd done it!

He'd WON.

Peter threw his arms in the air, letting out a shout of victory. He turned towards Clint who,sat slouched in defeat. Lowering his arms, embarrassed that he'd shouted he turned back and typed in his name, just after he'd pressed enter, the other guy spoke.

-LINE BREAK POV CHANGE TO CLINT-

"Oh thank god!" he said in relief. Seeing the confused look on other's face he explained. "I thought I'd just lost to two people at this game. Turns out i you're the same person. You must be Peter."

And lastly Meeting bruce-

It felt kind of weird, an odd sense of nakedness but he was glad he'd done it.

A day off was exactly what he needed, no suit, no police monitor, nothing.

He'd decided that with the decline in crime recently, thanks to yours truly, that he could afford to take a day off.

And then he just had to walk past that one alley, where some guy was getting mugged.

Peter let out a loud sigh, he was really starting to feel the whole 'magnet for bad luck' thing was real.

Realising his conscience would never let him ignore it, he turned down the alley to help the poor guy out. He took out his phone and opened the media app, finding the record video option, he opened it and then said:

"Seriously guys, daylight robbery? What did you skip the 'how to be a petty criminal day' at the local club house?"

The two guys whirled when they heard him speak, seeing that it was only a skinny kid they relaxed again.

"How 'bout you just keep walking kid. And maybe we won't have to hurt you." One of them said casually waving a pocket knife around.

"Sorry guys, no can do. I think it's a defect I was born with, just can't seem to leave idiots alone. So how about you guys just stop what you're doing, leave and we'll call it even. Deal?"

"You must be real stupid kid, there's two of us and only one of you. Now get lost" the second thug said, coming closer trying to intimidate Peter.

"Think I'm pretty good here. Say hi to the police, cause you'll be seeing them shortly" he said waving the phone, that they'd only now begun to notice.

"You sonova." One of them said before charging towrds him, being used to this from his...other job, he gauged the distance and just when the guy was about to punch him in the face, he took a step back, unbalancing the guy, letting the guys momentum carry him to the ground. After that all Peter had to do was walk past him.

The other thug seeing his friend tumble to the ground, decided that he'd have a better chance of taking Peter down than his friend did, also charged him holding the knife out in front of him.

Using his enhanced speed Peter reached past the knife and used the man's propulsion to fling him past Peter into the other downed thug.

Two seconds later there was a cry of pain. Apparently the guy with the knife had stabbed his friend in the leg. Peter watched as the guy who'd just stabbed his friend started apologising.

"You might want to take your frined to the hospital. Oh and don't take the knife out, it's stopping the blood from coming out, try not to jostle it either." Peter chipped in. Peter watched as the two of them hobbled out of the alley before turning to face the other man.

"Hey, are you ok there? They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"Uh, no they didn't. And ...and thank you for that, I don't think many people would've even bothered helping." The man replied, picking up some stuff that'd fallen out of his bag, probably dropped when the guys had dragged him into the alley.

"It's no problem. I was waiting for a friend, but they got delayed. I was thinking of getting some coffee or something. You wanna join me?"

"I er wouldn't want to intrude."

"Nonsense, no one likes to eat alone. Ever been to Sanchez's? They make a great cappucino." Peter said stand at the entrance of the alley, letting the sun warm his face as he waited for the other man.

" I'm Peter by the way." He said kindly, turning hand outstretched in greeting.

The man walked towards him putting the last of his things in his bag. He looked up.

"Oh My God! You're Bruce Banner?" Peter said in an excited voice.

The other man flinched, shoulders tensing. He looked weary but nodded in confirmation.

"Oh God, I can't believe I'm meeting you. I am a HUGE fan. I've read your article on how radiation can effect the genome leading to leap in evoltion producing superior organism. It was incredible."

Peter had managed to say all that in one breathe and looked like he was about to pass out, he was so overjoyed at the chance of meeting the man.

Bruce's eyebrows shot up, that was not the reaction he was expecting from someone who knew who he was.

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