A very tired and confused Peter Parker was sitting on top of a suspended metal beam after seeking refuge from the busy New York streets. He wanted a quiet place to think, and seeing that all crane's were now allies to Spiderman, why not?

He'd taken his mask off to eat a well deserved sandwich he'd obtained by a street vendor. A small smile played on his lips when he recalled the vendor's face as a suited up Spiderman nonchalantly handed him a 10 and told him to 'keep the change'. That will make for an interesting newspaper cover title.

He took another bite before staring out across the skyline. Tall proud buildings littered the sky as his eyes fell upon the most brilliant building of all, Stark Tower. His thoughts drifted to Flash and his obsession for the Avengers. Once again Peter's doubts came to him as he realized he must be somewhere in their line of vision. He is sorta kinda famous, saving New York and all. But with his popularity came suspicion for his identity, and he was almost certain that one of these days he'd be bagged and tagged by the people who assembled the Avengers, and he wasn't sure what he felt about that.
Shaking his head, he let himself think about other things, like school or homework, normal kid stuff. He deserved at least some time to relax before getting back to his rounds across the city. It wasn't too long before his thoughts drifted to Wade. Whenever this happened, a wave of absolute confusion washed over the teen. Wade was incredibly weird, ever since he'd given Peter a ride home about a week ago he'd felt like there were a million lies behind every smile or action. For one, Wade looked at least in his early twenties, plus, the guy never talked about himself, forcing Peter to spill out ever thing about himself (well, almost everything) while asking ridiculous questions like "How old were you when you started eating chocolate?" He had to of asked just about every question you can think of.

Peter rolled his eyes even thinking about how annoying it could get, yet at the same time his lips quirked into a tiny smile. There was a side to Wade that Peter was..."attracted" to, but the young man had no idea what to think of it. He pushed these feelings off, labeling them as the hopes for a new good friend but even he knew he was being naiive to his own thoughts. He'd only ever had a crush on one person, a girl for that matter, and never though of himself as someone to be attracted to another one of his own gender. It wasn't that he thought it was wrong, heck, he'd gone to pro-gay events before all Spiderman-ed up to show his support, but it was an entirely different and foreign feeling when you are the one with the rainbow themes.

Peter rubbed his forehead with a gloved hand, half eaten sandwich still gripped in his other.

A loud, sudden, metal on metal clang came from behind him along with an all to sly voice saying, "Finally, you know how lo-" He was cut off by a sharp, short, scream illuminating for the brown haired teen as he shot up and, not knowing what else to do, threw the half eaten sandwich at a sparkling iron suit.

"Did you just..." An electronical voice said slowly, "Did you just throw a sandwich at me?" It was now painfully obvious who had snuck up on him as he examined the dull suit before him.

All the teen did was stare at the other, who he had identified as Ironman after getting over the shock of being startled.

"H-how did you sneak up on me? No one's been able to do that so effectively before.." Peter's wide eyes would have usually narrowed as he interrogated his apparent attacker but he was too started that THE Tony Stark was talking to him.

"Stealth Suit, friend of mine in Tennessee gave me the idea. Also gave me a lovely watch, don't have it anymore cusuh some asshole with a gu-" Tony rambled, his helmet detaching itself at certain joints to hide away in his suit so his head could be fully exposed.

"I-I'm sorry but why are you even here? I mean, that might sound mean, I meant why are you here talking to me?" Peter said, once again cutting him off, utter confusion and embarrassment lacing his voice.

"Ah! Yes, thanks for reminding me! You, Peter, are a brilliant student, I'd like you to recruit you for an internship at the Tower," Stark flashed his teeth as he waved a hand in the direction of his prized tower.

"That's it?" Peter asked, "That's all you came to ask? An internship? Really? And how'd you know it's me? I mean, this-" He gestured to his suited body, "How'd you kno-"

"Okay, okay! Calm down with the questions, jees! You must talk more than me, and that's really saying something. When I say internship I'm giving you an acceptable cover up story for you to come meet the guys," He paused, "The Avengers I mean." He grinned, Peter just blinked.

"I uh-"

"Oh and Peter, I've been tracking you for a while now, you take off your mask a lot in public for someone who wants to stay incognito," He gestured to the red mask bunched up on the ground. Peter mentally slapped himself in the face.

"So what is this "meeting the gang" thing? Why is it important for me to meet them? Are you secretly planning to test on me or something?" Peter backed away, finally able to express something other than 'dumbstruck teenager'.

Apparently Peter's accusations were humoring, Stark let out a snort and rolled his eyes, his suit slightly opening up around the neck to let out the helmet pieces once more. "No tests, no experiments, I promise." His smile getting covered up by metal as blue eyes came to life on iconic metal mask. "Like I said, I'm recruiting you!" Peter couldn't get another word in before white flames blasted the Iron suit away towards the huge tower. Once again, leaving a slouched Spiderman standing on a suspended metal bar with a half eaten sandwich.

Peter remembered swinging into about 4 street lamps that day, and decided it'd be better to turn in early. His thoughts had now tripled and his confusion had skyrocketed, this is my life now? Might as well be 'series of WTF events.

Peter came to his unlocked window ready to fall in bed and pass out, but knowing him he'd probably end up staring at the ceiling and going over the fact that Ironman was recruiting him for the Avengers. As he went through his window he felt a sharp ring go through his head as he felt his Spidey-Sense once again tell him something was off. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure and subconsciously remembered his Aunt saying she'd be out for the night, saying something about a death in her friend's family and them needing comfort. He silently praised himself that he'd put a button up and some jeans on top of his suit. He ran to the opposite side of his room and quickly flipped the light switch on, turning and getting into his fighting stance before realizing who his unexpected visitor was.

There in the corner of his now lighted bedroom was Wade Wilson.