Hey everyone! I'm still alive! I'm so so sorry that this took so long to update it's just this is always the busiest time of year for me. I had to study for my AP tests, finish school work for the year, it was my brothers birthday, then my mother birthday, then my birthday, then my dad's birthday, then volunteering at the Grab and Go event for Island Harvest with my Civil Air Patrol squadron, study for my Civil Air Patrol tests, and then it was fathers day so I was a bit all over the place. I also had a little bit of writers block on how to approach the next few chapters and final decided that this chapter would only be Peter under the building and the bulk of it would be the character reactions and development they made over the course of this story. Again I'm sorry I'm so late and thank you all for your support. Here we are Chapter 15!

The room was silent as everyone seemed to process what they just saw. Many thoughts were running through their heads that they didn't ponder on now, but would come back to them later in a realization. The fact that the most dangerous weapons ever created on Earth were being made less than a mile from their old command base or how they have been neglecting their purpose of protecting people when they are at their most vulnerable or even the fact that if they do shut down the main manufacturer there are still hundreds of these weapons still in circulation on the black market world wide that are strong enough to let regular people go head to head with even the most powerful Avenger.

All anyone could think about now though, was nothing. Numbness at the fact that a child is paying the price for their mistakes. How this child saw the best in everything and everyone even when he was facing down bad guys or half of their old team. Stark put him in the line of fire, but the Rogue Avengers were the ones to pull the trigger, even if the fight was extremely controversial. How every single one of them had failed so badly that this is what it came to. To finally get them to take action. It was pitiful, disgraceful, heartbreaking that they couldn't do anything.

Tony was the worst. He had tears in his eyes as he thought about how horribly he had treated Peter, both before the fight in Germany and in this video of the future. How he failed yet again. How his poor actions had led to the kid dying, being crushed under 10 tons, because of him. God he was worse than his father. In his mind Fury's words from the farm echoed, The worst part, is that you didn't.

Toomes heard Mason in his ear tell him that the jet was starting it's engines as he walked into position. The screen changed showing Happy walking away with a smile on his face as the hatch to the jet was sealed closed, oblivious to what had happened to the kid he mistreated and what will happen to the plane.

Tony made a noise that was an uneven mix between a growl, a sob, and whine as he took in the scene before him. God Happy was going to get the tongue lashing of a lifetime when he got back. Maybe he can recruit Pepper, also use it as a way to get back on speaking terms with her, but he didn't know how she would react when she learned about what he did. Badly, but deserved. His brain offered helpfully.

The scene changed again showing a bird's eye view of the rubble with small fires burning in a few places. The camera shifted to show Peter laying on his stomach and buried under everything, unmoving for a few tense seconds before he began to move his head around sluggishly.

"He's...he's alive. HE'S STILL FUCKING ALIVE!" Tony yelled as the rest of the room gaped in disbelief. Tony couldn't believe it, this kid just got hit with the force that made a freight train look pitiful and he's still alive. Tony started to choke on his own tears of joy and a quick glance around the room showed that everyone was either copying him or still in shock at how Peter was tough enough to take a hit like that after everything else he took earlier.

Fury looked at the screen in complete disbelief, a rare accomplishment, at the power this kid had. He made Captain America look pathetic in comparison. With real training he could be the most powerful and important hero on the planet. He could be the next leader for the team, while he may not be the director of anything anymore, he still cares about the world's future, and he saw it with Peter.

Peter was disoriented for a few seconds (understandably) but managed to pull himself together long enough to realize how bad his situation was. Dust was still falling through the cracks and with the weight on Peter's back it made it hard for him to breathe. Peter scrambled to pull his mask off to help get air into his lungs. Peter chanted to himself a few times before attempting to stand, pushing at the weight above him with all he had. It didn't budge an inch as he flopped back down in defeat.

The room was silent as each of their hearts broke at how they could do nothing to help Peter as he struggled under the weight of their mistakes.

Tony was crying openly, for once not afraid to show how he really felt. He thought that he could do this, but the second it got hard he dumped the responsibility onto someone else so he could do what he wanted. It was his fault that this happened. Caring hurts, it always hurts. That's why he didn't want to get close to the kid in the first place. But he did because he couldn't help it. He'd been like Peter once, fawning over his hero until the day he got to meet him. But Peter was pure, so god damn pure that he felt as if he got to close he'd break harder than the rest have. He turned on his friends to help get the Accords signed that violated so many human rights and would destroy Peter's life, but he didn't tell him that. He made him a child soldier. And that led to this moment, with Peter trapped under the weight of his selfishness and stupidity.

Peter, after learning that digging himself out wasn't an option, started to scream in a panic. "Hello? Hello! Please, hey. Hey, please. I'm down here. I'm down here. I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I can't move. I can't-" His sentence broke off into a sob. He lowered his head onto the concrete under him in acceptance as he silently cried, realizing that no one was coming to help him.

Steve couldn't bear to look at the screen anymore. The sight of Peter, who was so happy to be around his heroes, only to be let down by them, time and time again. Peter was so naive and bubbly, something that the world needed. He had been like that once. Always eager to jump in head fist only to find himself in deep shit because he bit off more than he could chew and needed Bucky to save him, again. He didn't tell Tony the truth because he picked one friend over another, and he was so narrow minded he never thought about negotiations for the Accords. He didn't trust Ross, not after his history with advanced individuals. Tony couldn't see the value of identity or how poorly thought out the document was because he felt so guilty. Everything fell apart because of their fatal flaws. Hubris and personal loyalty put the world in so much danger. God he chose to take his friends on a joyride around the world instead of trying to fix the world's problems, the very thing he fought for. He was such a fucking hypocrite.

Peter looked up slowly but stopped when he saw his tear stained face in a filthy puddle. His mask was half under the water and his real face was the other half. For a few seconds that was all Peter focused on. Then Tony's voice echoed in his head, "If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it." Peter's face then changed to one of pure determination, a fire started to burn in his eye as his face morphed into one ready to take on the whole world alone if that's what it took. The look was clear on Peter's face. He was going to prove everything that Tony had said about him was wrong. Spiderman existed before Tony came crashing into his life and used him for his powers. He was so caught up in being in his hero's presence that he lost his head. Peter didn't need a fancy suit to do this, he didn't need permission from a playboy who didn't seem to give a flying fuck about him, when had helping people turned into wanting people to know about it. And why Tony Stark and the Avengers of all people? Peter had become something that he couldn't recognize anymore. Well that ends now. Peter's eyes burned bright with determination and fury at himself for letting this happen. He began to hype himself up and chant to himself. "Come on, Peter. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man." The building began to groan in protest and shift above his as Peter pushed up in his new found determination. "Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man!" Peter screamed to himself in one final war cry as he was able to stand up and lifted the debris into his hands and off his back. The screen showed Peter's face, a look of pure rage and unwavering resolve to finish what he started. The screen changed to a birds-eye-view of the debris as it shifted before ten tons of steel and concrete were suddenly flung away as if it weighed nothing. Peter stood there exhausted but free he fumbled on his feet for a second before getting his balance again.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Scott screamed in complete awe.

"DID YOU SEE THAT?!" Rocket screeched.

"I AM GROOT!" Groot yelled as he looked at his fellow teen in excitement.

"That was hot!" Shuri yelled. T'Challa didn't bother to pay attention to his sister this time, but he will properly process that comment later, now he was in complete and utter awe at the power this one teen had. He would be better off in Wakandan tech, Maybe Shuri was onto something, He thought.

Natasha, one of the few times in her life was completely speechless. This kid, who she only got to really know through a recording of the future had done something that only the Hulk, Thor and maybe Vision could pull off. Her mind was made up, no matter what she had to do, she will train him and do what she can to help protect him.

Vision was in awe at what Peter could do. Not only was his intelligence on par, if not greater, that Tony's but he had the good heart of Steve Rogers, the determination of Natasha, the strength of the Hulk, the fun loving nature of Thor, and the strong family bonds of Clint, and Wanda's desire to do what is right. He was the perfect blend and someone who he believed could help him with many of his questions.

Tony and Steve both looked like overjoyed dads, as both of them had tears running down their faces at the pure relief they felt. Everyone else in the room felt the same as they watched, who they all knew was, the best of any hero in their universe.

Peter's eyes were still burning with a fire that nothing could ever put out. He grabbed his mask off the ground and put it on, before turning and spotting Toomes on the top of a nearby billboard preparing to rob the plane. Peter looked up at him before running into action without a second thought.

"Here we go." Wanda muttered as the room prepared itself for the coming battle.

Don't forget to review and let me know what you all think. I also what you all to know that if anyone wants to do a spin off fanfiction to this one you are more than welcome to do so. The next chapter is coming soon and again thank you all for your support! See you all next time!