Hello everyone and welcome to my new fic! I just had a couple of things to say before we get to the story. The first thing is this, I'm in college now, so I grew up with the 2003 version of the Spiderman movie. In Spiderverse, Peter and Mary Jane are my OTP. This being said, I have seen and like the new Amazing Spiderman movie. But with an OTP that you've had since before you even know what an OTP was, I just can't really ship Peter and Gwen. And that is hard for me because I really liked Gwen's character. So when I set out to write spiderman into an Avengers fic but still be able to have Gwen show up without an awkward love triangle, my solution was to make her into Peter's older sister. Yes, I am well aware that I just threw cannon out the window of a truck going at about 100mph.

I am also aware that my Gwen is very OOC. The character got away from me a little as I was writing, but the way I wrote her fits better in my story.

All I'm asking of my readers is to please not point out the obvious that this is not spiderman cannon or that Gwen is out of character. If you're upset about this then feel free to leave it in a review, just be nice about it. I will not tolerate reviewers who write flames just to be rude. We are a fanfiction Community, we are here to support each other writing the stories that we all enjoy.

So remember, you all have been warned!

Happy Reading,
CaseClosed621

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or make any money from this story. The characters/ franchises belong to their respective owners.

It was late evening, the sun had long ago set, really not a time for anyone to be out on their own.

A girl with shoulder length, dirty blonde hair was hurrying through a dark alley, trying to get back to her brother before he started to worry too much. He had gotten sick and she didn't want anything getting in the way of him getting better. She knew that him worrying for her would do just that.

It had been his coughs that had finally driven her from his side to go find medicine. After making him promise not to get out of the warmth of his bed and not to speak to strangers, she had gone, taking the maze of back alleys that was the slums of the city.

It had taken far too long, in her mind, to find a pharmacy, and longer still to choose the right children's medicine. She had hidden her wince when she saw the price, but it was worth it if it would get her brother better.

With her precious item tucked in her jacket pocket, she turned onto one of the better lit streets. Normally this meant that there would be more traffic, but at this time of night, the place was deserted. Or at least, she thought it was until she heard footsteps behind her.

The girl whirled around, adrenaline already beginning to pulse through her veins. A man in his late thirties stood about fifteen feet behind her. She didn't recognize his face, but with that jacket, she didn't need to. He was a Lab Rat.

She whirled back around, intent on out running the man and getting back to her brother and into their hiding place. She only got a few steps before another man in a pristine white lab coat was in her path.

"You've got nowhere to run Gwen," the man behind her said. "Give up, I'm sure the boss won't punish you too much for running away."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" the girl, Gwen, asked furiously. "Think again. I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Then I guess we'll have to do this the hard way," the man in front of her said.

Before Gwen could react, the man behind her had come up and grabbed her in a bear hug. She ducked down a couple inches, shooting her arms out to the front and then rammed her elbow into his gut. The man in front of her came after her then, swinging wildly. She ducked and dodged, landing a few hits of her own in the process. She was about to make a run for it when something happened that made her blood run cold.

"Gwen? Sis, is that you?" a voice called from the open entrance of the alleyway. The men used her momentary distraction to jump her and had her down on the ground in a heartbeat.

Gwen winced as her cheek connected with the rough pavement. One was tying her wrists together when she felt something sharp embed itself into her shoulder. There was pressure and then the sharp thing was taken out. She didn't need to ask what they had just done to her, the way her mind was steadily clouding was enough to tell her.

She had a couple of minutes before she lost all use of her higher reasoning functions, five if she was really lucky.

"Peter," she cried, "run! Get out of here! Get back to camp, grab the stash and run as fast as you can."

"No, I'm not leaving you!" A little boy took a step into the yellow-orange light of a street light, his face hard with determination.

She had two minutes left and Gwen intended to have her little brother as far away as she could. "Don't you dare Peter," she cried, struggling with her sluggish limbs in a last-ditch effort to free herself. "Remember when I said we might have to separate? That we wouldn't like having to do it but we would need to in order to make sure we were safe? I need you to do that now." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the men ready another syringe and begin to move towards Peter. "Peter, run!"

"What's going on here?" Another man stepped into the light of the street light, far too close to Peter for Gwen's comfort. He took in the situation with steely blue-grey eyes.

"Mister, I don't know who you are but you need to get out of here," she said. "These people, they're heartless. They'll kill you if you interfere with what they're do-"

Gwen stopped short as she looked down the business end of a military grade bow and arrow. The tip of the arrow, notched in a motion so fast she had missed it, looked like it would do damage no matter where it hit.

'This is it. I'm going to die.' Her eyes flickered over to her brother, standing there and watching the whole situation with a look of horror on his face. 'I am going to die. But he's not. Not if I can help it.'

"Peter, I give you permission! Just get out of here!" He looked at his sister with a look of surprise, then resignation. As he ran back the way he had come, he looked over his shoulder at her and she could see the tears welling up in his eyes. He would be safe, her mind revelled blissfully in the knowledge, she was going to die but he would be safe.

Her eyes had already closed as the string of the bow snapped and the arrow whistled through the air.

Clint and Natasha had been out catching a late movie and were strolling along the street, happy that, for the moment at least, they didn't have anything that the city needed to be defended from. It was late and they were walking to the avengers tower, intent on getting some much needed shut eye when a tiny figure crossed their path.

It was a boy who couldn't have been older than five or six, dressed in a worn thin jacket that did nothing to keep out the below freezing temperatures. As he walked, he called out into the night.

"Gwen. Gw-en! Gwen, where are you?" His voice was raspy and soft; it probably pained him to be speaking.

As they watched, Natasha in worry, Clint in curiosity, the boy turned onto one of the dimly lit side streets. "Gwen? Sis, is that you?" they heard him ask and then sounds of a scuffle were heard.

"Peter, run! Get out of here!" cried a girl's voice. "Get back to camp, grab the stash and get out of here!"

"No, I'm not leaving you," the couple heard the boy say as he took another step into the alley. Clint looked at Natasha, who had the same look in her eye as he knew he did. Those two, whoever they were, were in trouble.

As Natasha scaled the building next to the ally, Clint took a step onto the street and into the light next to the little boy. "What's going on here?"

He took in the situation before him. Two men had wrestled a teenage girl onto the ground. One was holding her there as she struggled, her limbs moving like they were under water. The other had a needle like those used in hospitals in his hands and was making his way towards the little boy.

"Mister," the girl on the ground cried. "I don't know who you are but you need to get out of here. These people, they're heartless. They'll kill you if you interfere with what they're do-"

Clint had seen enough. In a split second he had his collapsible bow out and an arrow notched to it. The two bastards were targeting innocent kids and drugging them.

The girl's eyes flickered the the boy. She had a pained look on her face, like something bad was about to happen that she couldn't prevent. "Peter," she cried, it sounded almost like her heart was breaking. "I give you permission. Just get out of here!"

The boy hesitated a moment, before turning and running off into the night. Clint let him go, Tasha would follow him and make sure he was alright. He had bigger fish to fry.

The girl's eyes closed and her body went limp as he let his arrow fly. It landed with a satisfying 'thunk' into the throat of the man pinning her. A second and two more arrows later and his friend joined him in death. He went over and checked the girl's pulse. Strong and steady, she was just unconscious then. Beside her was an empty syringe.

Clint had just gathered the girl into his arms when he heard someone sprinting down the alleyway towards him. He turned, tensed and ready to fight but found he didn't need to. He nearly grinned as "The star spangled man with the plan" started playing of it's own accord in his head.

"What happened?" Captain America asked as he took in his surroundings. Two men were dead with Hawkeye's arrows in their throats and an unconscious girl. "We were on patrol when Tony saw you with your bow and Tasha running in the opposite direction."

"We were getting back home when this little kid ran in front of us, calling for someone, I'm assuming this girl," Clint said. "He went into the alley and we heard this girl yelling for him to run away. She sounded like she was in trouble so we decided to check things out. These two-" He gestured to the dead men on the ground "- had her pinned to the ground and one of them had a needle full of something and looked like he was going to go after the boy. She yelled at him to run and then went unconscious. They drugged her."

"So where's the kid?" the Captain asked.

"Ran when she told him too," Clint replied. "Tash went after him. Where's Iron Man?"

"Went after Natasha," Captain America replied.

Iron Man landed behind the out-of-uniform Black Widow, who was crouched by a little cubby hole place that was just the right size for a kid to crawl into.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she said, as Tony pulled up his visor. "Can you come out for me please?"

"No," came the reply from a young sounding voice. Tony crouched down next to Natasha and peered into the shadows. A young boy was huddled as far away from the entrance as he could, his legs pulled to his chest and his eyes wide with fear. He sounded sick.

"He crossed our path when we were on our way back," Natasha murmured to Tony in a low voice. "He was looking for a girl who I think is his sister. They're in trouble. His sister was in a back street getting abducted by two guys in white coats. She told him to run. Didn't want to at first but he finally did. He crawled in here when I finally caught up with him."

"When you finally caught up?" he echoed.

"He's fast, even in his condition and he scaled the walls of buildings easier than even I could. And he's got these string like things that he shoots that he uses like vines to swing from place to place. I think he's one of us."

"Well let's get him home so we can talk to his parents," Tony said.

"I think we are at his home," Natasha whispered.

As he took a second look into the dark niche, Tony noticed things that he had missed before. A torn, but still serviceable, sleeping bag lay next to the wall. Some clothes piled in another corner next to two backpacks and a small supply of pre-packaged food.

"Shit," he said, which earned him a smack on the head.

"I'd crawl in there and get him but I don't want to scare him anymore than I already have. And I think he's got a knife," she said, ignoring Tony's glare. "Hey, are you sure you don't want to come out of there? We can help you."

"Sis said not to trust strangers." It was the longest sentence he'd spoken. "You're with the guy who had the sharp sticks. Not going to trust you."

"Sharp sticks?"

"Clint's arrows, I think. Was that your sister in the alley?"

"Yes. She went out to get me some medicine. She was taking too long. She promised me she wouldn't take too long. I went out. The bad guys had got her and now she's gonna die. The goblin man said next time he caught her he would kill her, and now she's gone."

The little boy buried his head in his knees and sobbed. Tasha and Tony looked at each other. It was obvious that the boy was exhausted from both the run and being sick.

"Your sister isn't dead," Tony said. "My friend with the arrows was going to help her, not hurt her. I promise you we're not bad people. If you let us, we can help you and your sister. Get you some medicine and get her help."

The boy looked gobsmacked, as if the idea that his sister wasn't really gone forever hadn't ever crossed his mind.

"You won't give us back to the Goblin man?" the boy asked suspiciously. "Or put us into a home and separate us again?"

"I promise," Tony replied, but that wasn't good enough for the little boy.

"Swear," he said, "swear on your heart."

"I swear on my heart," Tony said obediently. The boy looked expectantly at Natasha.

Once she had sworn, the boy crawled out and the two superheroes got their first good look at him. He had light brown hair and blue eyes, he looked up at them, shivering from the cold. Natasha took off her own jacket and put it around the boy as she picked him up.

"Come on buddy," Tony said. "Let's go find your sister."

'Never trust strangers.' It was a lesson his parents and then his sister, had ingrained into him. 'Never trust them, even if they say they'll help you.'

He had gone against his sister when he had crawled out of their camp and allowed the woman to pick him up. It felt good to be warm and the jacket felt soft against his skin.

As the woman walked with him in her arms, Peter eyed the man walking next to them suspiciously. "You gots weird skin, mister," he said.

The man gave him a grin in return. He held out his hand for the boy to inspect. "It's metal," the man explained, " I created it myself. I wear it like you wear clothes."

"So it's not skin?" He narrowed his eyes, he'd never heard of anyone walking around in a suit of metal before.

"It's not skin," the man replied. "How old are you?"

"Five and a half," Peter replied.

"How long have you and your sister been homeless?" the nice lady carrying him asked.

"Sis says mom and dad died when I was two, that's why I don't remember them too well. Goblin man let us live with him but he was mean to sis and me so we ran away during the earth shake," Peter said. Why was he telling these strangers this stuff that Gwen had told him never to tell anyone? He yawned then, snuggling farther into the warmth of the oversized jacket.

"Goblin man?" the nice lady said, "Who's that?"

"He's the goblin man," Peter replied.

He missed the look that the two adults exchanged over his head. He was so tired. He was just falling asleep when he saw something that forced him wide awake.

"Gwen!" he cried, struggling against the woman's arms. "Gwen!" His sister was limp in the man with the sharp sticks -arrows- arms. "Is she dead?" Peter looked fearfully from the man carrying her to his sister.

"She's not dead," the man said. "They drugged her. She's just unconscious."

"What color?" Peter asked. He felt four pairs of eyes on him at once at the question.

"What color what?" Arrow man asked.

"What color was the stuff in the needle?" he clarified.

"It was a yellow green."

"She'll be out of it for about twelve hours at least then," Peter said. "Yellow green, right? It wasn't a lime-green or light purple?"

"It was a light yellow-green if the stuff in the second needle was the same as the first," arrow man said.

"There was a second?" Peter chewed his bottom lip. "That's not good."

Just as Arrow man opened his mouth to say something, probably to ask 'why not?' the man next to him in red, white and blue spoke up.

"We should get back to the tower," he said. "Get her in bed and get some food into this little guy."

The man lead the way to a huge office building and lead them inside.

"So, we know the girl's name. Gwen right?" the man with the iron suit asked Peter. Peter nodded. "But we don't know yours."

"I'm Peter." He looked around curiously as the odd group got into the elevator. "Where are we going?"

"I own this building," Iron suit said. "It's mostly offices but the top five floors are where we live."

"All of you?"

"Yep. Where are you from Pete?"

Peter thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Sis told me once, but I forget."

"His parents died a few years ago, it's been him and his sister ever since," the woman explained. The elevator 'dinged' and the doors opened.

Peter blinked and looked around. Everything was sleek and modern, like the department stores that he would look in the windows of and wonder what it would be like to have a family and live there.

"You live here?" he asked, his voice incredulous.

"Sure do. Clint, why don't you take Gwen into one of the spare rooms and put her on the bed."

Peter looked alarmed at the thought of being separated from his sister. 'We're stronger together,' his sister had always said. 'If there's a breath left in my body I'll use it to come back to you and keep us together.'

"No," he shrieked, startling everyone in the room. "I wanna stay with Gwen." He struggled to be let down out of the lady's arms and when he did, he stumbled over to Arrow guy and latched onto Gwen's limp arm.

The guy with the star shield went down on one knee to look him in the eye. "Peter, I promise you that we are not going to try and separate you and your sister. We merely wish to get her into bed so she can rest properly and get some food and medicine in you for that cold. We'll show you which room she'll be in and then we'll go get something to eat in the kitchen, how 'bout that?"

Peter regarded him for a few seconds, his grip on his sister's arm loosening. "Swear on your heart?"

"I swear on my heart," the man replied. "Follow me."

And that's the first chapter! Hopefully you all liked it, but if you could please take a couple of seconds to review and tell me what you thought it would be very appreciated!

Until next time,
CaseClosed621