Peter ran without looking back which might be considered unusual because as Spiderman he normally swung everywhere. Well, there was one explanation to that. He ran out of web fluid after Iron Man shot him out of the sky. Now, your next question might be why he was running from those he considered family?

Well, that was an easy one.

Spiderman was the Avengers' current mission.

After the Doctor Conners attack, Peter or Spiderman was accused of Captain George Stacy's murder. Fury wanted him hunted down and brought to Shield Headquarters for questioning and who to bring him in none other than the Avengers themselves. So, now Peter was running for his life because none of them behind him were pulling their punches at this moment.

Peter let out a yelp, dodging another arrow. He skidded across the roofs, changing his direction. If he made it to Brooklyn, he might get away.

Oh, why didn't he tell them his secret identity when he had the chance?

Peter gritted his teeth, feeling the lasting pain in his chest from the repulsor blast that had shot him out of the sky earlier. He pumped his legs harder, jumping onto the nearest skyscraper and quickly climbing.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

In his panic, Peter missed the red and gold reflection in the glass.

Tony didn't miss, however.

A quick warning from his spidey sense and he jumped, the blast only catching his side instead of his back. He was still sent flying into the air, far from any building he could grab onto.

On instinct, Peter tried to thwip, but his web shooters hissed pathetically.

Oh no.

Gravity took hold of the young spider and he was sent spiralling toward the ground without any way to stop. "I am going to die?" He thought before looking up into the sky and tried reaching toward the clouds. "I'm sorry, dad." He whispered before hitting the ground.

There was a large crack heard.

The Avengers watched on indifferently, to them Spiderman was nothing, but a cop killer. He was a murderer, evil. He deserved no help.

Tony landed beside the fallen hero first, stepping out of his suit and looking down on Spiderman as if he was the scum of the earth.

Natasha pulled up next on a motorcycle, Steve Rogers holding onto the back of the bike with his shield strapped to his back.

Clint slid down on a grappling line.

Thor was off world and Bruce wasn't needed for this mission.

"Let's see who he really is." Tony said. "So we can notify the next of kin."

Steve made a small protesting sound, but didn't stop the billionaire from kneeling beside Spiderman and yanking his mask off without a care.

The world froze.

Spiderman's mask fell from Tony's hands.

Peter coughed, blood spilling from his lips. "Am I really that ugly?" He smiled up at the horrified Avengers.

AN: I'm not dead! Sorry for the super long wait, but I am actually still working on that novel that I mentioned a few years ago. Yeah, a lot of rewrites will do that to you. *awkward grin* Technically, I'm supposed to be writing my novel, but I saw all the comments and I just couldn't not update. I'm not coming back full-time, yet, but I may update occasionally.

A shout out to SpiderFan. I absolutely loved your comment; it made my day. And if you check, I did spell Rodgers right this time.