A/N: Hey, guys. So this is my first one-shot series, and also my first story for The Ultimate Spider-Man! Yay!
I'm a huge Spidey fan, but I had to admit that I was pretty worried about what Disney was going to do with a series, but I think they did Spider-Man justice.
Anyway, I'll be taking requests for stories and of course, reviews are always welcome.
Thanks for reading, and enjoy!
In the great words of Stan Lee, Excelsior!

Sam had to admit, it was nice for Peter and his Aunt May to let him and the rest of the team stay with them. Like, really nice.
But how the hell did he manage to be the only one bunking with the web-head himself? And him of all people!
Luke and Danny were sharing the guest room and Ava was in the living room.
He wouldn't have minded sharing a room with Ava. He smirked to himself. But when your home sinks, you take what you can get. Even if it is a wise-cracking, science nerd, web-head.
Usually Peter would be over at Harrys', for obvious reasons; he hadn't been himself since the Green Goblin incident, and if he wasn't helping out his best friend, he was taking care of more pressing issues as Spidey. Even Sam had to admit, Webs had himself worn pretty thin.
That's why he wasn't surprised at all when he walked into Peter's room after school to see him sprawled across his bed, out like a light with a text book hanging from his hand, looking a bit worse for wear.
Sam closed the door gently so as not to wake the slumbering teen. He let his heavy bag drop to the wooden floor boards with a crash, wincing as Peter shot up and threw the text book across the room.
"Whossere?!" He mumbled, eyes half closed.
"It's Sam, dude. Chill out."
"Oh, uh, right." He flopped back against the mattress.
"What're you doing back so early, anyway?" Sam pulled up the chair from Peter's desk and sat with his arms crossed over the back.
"I told school I was sick last period so I could study before I had to go to Harrys." He let out a hacking cough and looked to the digital clock on his bedside table. "I better get going."
"Y'know Parker, you're not looking so good."
Peter stood and turned to face him. "Yeah. I'm not feelin' it, either."
"Maybe you should just sit it out tonight? Get some rest for once?"
Pete let out a short, frantic laugh. "No way. I can't leave Harry on his own. It's my DNA that caused all this, it's my fault, my-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, your fault, your responsibility, blah, blah, whatever." Sam tossed him his phone. "Call M.J. Ask her if she can go over there tonight. If she can't," It looked as if it strained Sam to say what came out next; "I'll go watch him for you."
"You'd really do that?" Pete asked as he picked up the phone.
"Yeah. I would."
Peter sent a message and within a minute he had a reply.
"Yeah, she said it's cool." He tossed the phone back to Sam.
"Lay down, Web-head, you look like you're about to pass out."
Peter let his body drop onto his bed and he closed his eyes.
Sam pocketed the phone and after a few seconds, their S.H.E.I.L.D communicators began to buzz.
Nick Fury popped up on the small, LCD screen. "I need all of you to report to the school gymnasium immediately. Fury out."
Peter let out a groan and sat up, swaying slightly.
"Stay here, Webs."
"But-"
"I'll cover for you."
The sickly teen smiled weakly. "Thanks."
Sam didn't reply as he left the room.
As much as he hated to admit it, Parker might actually be growing on him.