Okay so this is probably gonna be the last Spiderman/Avengers story for a while. I'm fresh out of ideas and kinda hit a road block for this fandom. I have a bunch of stories still in the woodwork but really don't know where to take them right now. Maybe after End Games comes out I'll have more ideas and how to further everything. I'll finish this story then on to other fandoms. So if you like Merlin then stick around. That's whats coming next.

Here's part one for this one at least.

Enjoy!

Something felt- off.

That morning when Peter got up, there was just something that didn't feel right and he didn't know how to explain it. His spidey sense wasn't telling him it which was the weird thing. He just had a gut feeling that something unpleasant was going to happen.

He didn't tell May as she left for work because he didn't want her to worry. She merely told him she would probably be back late and he should make sure he got to school on time- though he hid his jumpiness from her, he didn't think he'd be able to hide it from Ned or MJ at school. So he ultimately decided to skip and take a sick day. He knew May would have his head for it but with how bad of a feeling he was getting, he didn't want to take the chance of something happening at school where everyone could see. Besides, he could have Karen call the school and pretend to be May to excuse him.

Peter threw on a hoodie and his backpack and left his apartment, venturing not to school but to the Tower. He didn't know what he was going to do but he didn't feel like he should stay home. He didn't know if Tony would be there or not, or anyone for that matter but- he just needed to be out of his house and not in a public place. He didn't know how to explain what he was feeling. It wasn't like his spidey sense that usually screamed danger at him from time to time, it was more like an overwhelming feeling of anxiety, like there was something wrong or out to get him even though he had zero reason to think it. He only hoped someone would be at the tower so he could have some sort of peace of mind.

The walk to the tower didn't take very long; Peter taking long, fast strides, almost running down the streets until he got to the building. He noted the security guard and receptionist raising their brows as he walked in, they'd never seen him that early before. He flashed his badge and went into the elevator, taking a second to actually breathe before asking FRIDAY to take him to the penthouse.

"Mr. Stark is here, right?"

"Yes he is, along with a few others. I can say he probably won't be happy to know you skipped school for no apparent reason. He'll also make it so you can't use your AI to pretend to be your aunt and sign you out."

"I have a reason for it okay? It's just… I don't even know but there is a reason okay? Can you not interrogate me right now?"

"I would never."

Peter rolled his eyes at her sarcasm; leave it to Tony to actually make an AI that can back-sass.

Unfortunately, the feeling didn't go away when he entered the penthouse and into the lounge. He expected something to click, to tell himself that he was overreacting for something that wasn't there but nothing happened. He set his backpack down and sat on the couch; his elbows propped on his knees and his head in his hands. He tried to think of any reasonable explanation of why he'd feel like he did but nothing came to mind and it was giving him a headache.

AVENGERS

"Okay so you're telling me you really don't want an arm that could shift into a knife at just a thought?"

"For the last time, no."

"Give it up Tony. Be grateful Buck's even letting you examine it."

"I'm plenty grateful, I just trying make it so everything is at max perfection… what if I give you a glowing finger like ET?"

Bucky gave Tony a flat stare before hopping off the table he was sitting on and walking towards the door.

"That's a fair reaction." Tony shrugged. "Think I can somehow give him a sense of humor?"

"He has one, you just need to learn how to be funny." Steve smirked at him.

"You know, I'm suddenly regretting asking you both here. I feel as though there's a certain amount of respect that isn't being given by either of you." Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky shook his head. "See? FRI back me up here."

"I think their reactions are perfectly acceptable." FRIDAY answered. Tony had a mock hurt expression on his face. "If I also may, Mr. Parker is currently lying on the floor in the lounge."

Tony raised a brow. "Do I want to know why?"

"He appears to be distressed but I'm uncertain of the actual reason for him being here."

"Kid doesn't normally cut class does he?" Bucky asked.

"He doesn't, not without a real reason." Tony answered. "Did he give you anything to go on FRIDAY?"

"No sir. He appears to have used his AI to impersonate his aunt into saying he was sick but when I confronted him about it he couldn't give me an actual reason as to why and seemed rather upset about it."

That didn't bode well with any of them. Peter wasn't the kind of person to openly show when something was bothering him. No matter what it was, be it serious or not he would always play it off as nothing or insist it wasn't a big deal.

"Maybe he just needs a day." Steve said. "Buck and I were like that in school."

"If the kid just needed a day then he would've told his aunt and just stayed home, not pretend to be sick then come here." Tony said. "He's in the lounge you said?"

"Yes sir."

The three of them got into the elevator and headed for the lounge. Tony had been going over their last visit in his head, trying to see if anything stood out to him in Peter's behavior of speech that might have indicated something was wrong. He couldn't think of anything that was remotely different or that stood out.

When they arrived at the lounge, Peter was laying facedown on he floor in the center of the room.

"Uh, you okay kid?" Bucky asked.

Peter merely gave them a thumbs up before returning to his position.

"Want to inform us of why it's 9:37 in the morning and you're lying on my floor instead of sitting a a desk at school?" Tony asked.

Peter rolled over so he was on his back. "I don't know."

"That's not a good answer."

He sat up. "Sorry but it's true."

"Pete it's alright if you needed to take a day to recover or compose yourself." Steve said.

"It's not that. I just- guess I don't feel good."

"That's fine kid but you didn't need to have Karen impersonate May for you to take a sick day." Tony said.

"No it's not like… I don't feel sick. I don't know, I got up today and something just felt wrong. Like- there's a feeling of danger or being unsafe. I thought it was my senses acting up like they do sometimes but I feel fine... but at the same time I don't. I know I'm probably overreacting to something or forgot about a test but I just… I really don't know." He took a deep breath. "It's not my sense telling me something's wrong, I think… It's a different feeling entirely and I really don't know how to explain it."

The three men stared at the boy in front of them. He had a different sort of air to him, a more nervous feeling as well. He seemed jumpy and out of if.

"You- think something bad is gonna happen," Steve started, "but you don't know what it is or why it's happening?"

"I told you I don't know how to explain it. I just-" He huffed and fell back to the floor. "I don't know."

"I don't wanna say it's okay because you really shouldn't skip class but if you think that something bad's gonna happen then I guess being here would be better than being at school." Tony rubbed the back of his next. "But no more using your AI to ditch."

"Thanks Mr. Stark, it won't happen again."

AVENGERS

Tony had expected Peter to go down to the lab at some point to maybe work on something to get his mind off of whatever was happening. What he didn't expect was Peter not really moving from his spot on the floor all day.

When the initial first meeting was over, the three men ventured back into the lab so Tony could continue going through the information he had on Bucky's arm. When said man had gone back to the penthouse for food, Peter hadn't so much as moved an inch. He almost thought Peter had fallen asleep but was proven wrong when Peter asked what time it was.

"Uh it's only 11:30. I was gonna make something if you want."

"No thanks Mr. Barnes. I'm okay for now."

Bucky raised a brow. "Don't you need to eat like every hour because of your powers? You haven't moved since you first got here."

"I'm fine. I had something before I left this morning." His reply was muffled.

Bucky shook his head and threw Peter an apple, which he caught with ease. "I want that gone by the time someone else comes up here."

AVENGERS

Peter had lay on the floor until Bucky was gone and a little while after until he finally sat up and slowly began eating the apple. He hated the feeling that was lingering over him. It was like watching a scary movie; knowing there would be a cheap jump scare but it never happening. It was stuck on the buildup; the character was going to pull the curtain open to reveal the killer but everything was paused and he was stuck with the anticipation. The anxiety of it all was horrendous.

He moved to the island, sitting at a stool that was there and dumping the contents of his bag on it. Maybe he had forgotten to do an important piece of work and his subconscious was trying to tell him about it.

He meticulously went through it looking at every paper that had been tucked away in various folders or folded up at the bottom of the bag. He managed to find two missing assignments that had been due a few weeks earlier but nothing that was huge that would be a determining factor in his overall grade. That was the only thing he could think of that would make him feel like that and since it proved fruitless, he was stumped.

Maybe he was wrong and it was actually his spidey sense. He'd never felt like that before he was Spider-Man but it was just so- weird. Normally it was a quick thing, Watch out! or Dodge! but since he woke up it had the feeling of Its coming, you better watch out and it was driving his crazy; a dull nagging in the back of his head. He was surprised he wasn't jumping at every sound he heard. It was going past one in the afternoon and he really didn't know what to do. The only time he did actually jump at something was when his phone buzzed.

'Duuuude, way to leave me hanging today.'

Peter's face held an apologetic smile as he read Ned's text. 'Sorry, taking a sick day.'

'Sick day or sick day?'

'Little bit of both right now. What did I miss?'

'We had a sub in history. He was pretty cool, spent a lot of the class talking about Captain America and the war before getting on the whole hero topic for the most of the class. I don't think we actually talked about nonhero history today. It was awesome. Other than that everything's pretty much been the same.'

'Mr. Morris is out sick? He never gets sick; he's practically a walking vitamin.'

'Yeah everyone was surprised. The sub said he caught something real bad and was in the hospital for it. I think he said he was gonna be there for a week or something.'

Something just didn't sit right with Peter. Mr. Morris never got sick. His other teachers said it was a running joke with the faculty that he was a robot and incapable of having germs. Peter himself even thought at one point that he might have been enhanced in some way, giving him a perfect immune system or something.

'Think you'll be back tomorrow? I don't think I can stand two days alone anymore, even with the cool sub. I bet you two would get along real well.'

'Honestly I don't know. It'll depend on how I feel at the end of the day. I'll keep you posted though.'

'Don't leave me hanging too long.'

Peter wanted to go to school, honestly he did. He didn't like being behind in his classes and he hated not having a legitimate excuse for not being able to attend. All he had to go on was maybe it was, maybe it wasn't his spidey sense telling something bad as gonna happen.

He sighed heavily. It was only one hour after noon and he didn't have any explanation for what he'd been feeling and nothing could really distract him from the constant mental buzzing he was hearing.

"FRIDAY, what are the others doing right now?" Maybe they could provide enough of a distraction.

"Mr. Stark, Captain Rodgers, and Sargent Barnes are all currently looking over plans concerning the Sargent's nonbiological arm, attempting to make it more durable. I'm sure you'll be more than welcome to help them with it if you were to venture to the lab."

While that did sound appealing, he didn't think he could focus on anything at the moment.

"Maybe later… I think I'm gonna go out for a little while. Thanks for the info though."

"Might I know where you'll be heading so I may inform Mr. Stark if he asks?"

"Just, uh, I think I'm just gonna go sit on top of the building for a while and try to clear my head."

Peter took his things and went to his room, changing into his suit before heading back out and going on to the Ironman landing pad and crawling up the building. Hopefully the fresh air and view would be able to help in some way.

AVENGERS

It was another hour before the three men ventured out of the lab. Tony had more or less sort of given up on Bucky's arm, more so said man didn't want it as super advanced as Tony was willing to make it. They were all a bit surprised to see the room vacant.

"FRI where's the kid?" Tony asked.

"Mr. Parker is currently sitting at the top of the tower and has been there for sixty-three minutes." The AI answered.

"And he's up there because…?"

"I'm uncertain. He only said he was going to venture to the top in an attempt to clear his head. He's hardly moved from his original position in the time he's been up there."

That didn't sit well with anyone. Peter was a ball of energy and a chatterbox; sitting in one place for an extended period of time and being practically silent didn't bode well. There had been other times when his mood was the same and it always ended a week later with him usually injured in one way or another and no one wanted a repeat of that.

"You didn't find anything wrong with him when I asked you to do a scan earlier?"

"Not anything immediately troubling- saying he was in any sort of pain or any injuries. His heart rate was up but that is because of his current anxious state."

Steve turned to Tony. "You haven't noticed anything off about him in the last few days? No- abnormal patrols or exterior problems with anything?"

Tony shook his head. "Nope, everything's been normal. The city's been quiet the last few weeks so I would get if he's getting a bit bored or stir crazy, but he's been his annoying chatterbox self whenever he's been here."

"There's nothing important coming up that maybe he forgot about?" Bucky chimed in. "A friend's birthday or something?"

"The only thing that comes to mind in this sort of situation would be his Uncle Ben… but the anniversary passed a few months ago so I don't think that would factor into this…" He trailed off. "He said he felt like there was a feeling of danger, maybe there's another alien attack in the making and he can feel that."

"Don't. You're gonna end up jinxing us." Steve said.

"What about the thing with your plane?" Bucky asked. "Isn't the anniversary of that coming up? Maybe it's got something to do with that."

Tony's eyes narrowed. Bucky was right, but that never seemed to bug Peter before if it was indeed the cause. If anything he would always seem to sort of brag about it before getting super critical about himself and what he could've done better.

"FRI I want you to look through the files of people we've had to deal with and see if any of them pop up in any form of news or media, specifically Adrian Toomes."

Gotta admit I don't really have anywhere for this story to go but I just gotta finish the last little bit of it. Honestly I'm going in circles and recycling ideas and I know that probably gets a little stale. That's why I'm taking a break from this fandom but I'll be back at some point.

Please point out any spelling or grammatical errors I might have missed so I can fix them in the future. Leave a review! It helps a lot more than you think it does and makes me want to get chapters out sooner.

Hope ya liked it. See ya later!