Peter's eyes cracked open as he heard a loud knocking at the front door, followed by the doorbell and then the sound of the letterbox rattling.

"Huwhat..." Peter mumbled, groggily clambering out of bed, pulling a pair of boxers on over his bare crotch and grabbing a discarded white shirt from the floor and pulling it on "Aunt May?" Peter waited several seconds before remembering that his Aunt would be at work, on shift at the hospital and would be for the rest of the day, meaning he would have to get the mail. He plodded heavily down the stairs before walking over to the door, seeing a copy of the Daily Bugle, jutting out of the letterbox.

"Awesome" he grumbled "Let's see if I made the news from yesterday" Peter checked the front page of the newspaper and was disgusted to see the headline.

One time Vigilante Spider-Man robs jewellery store, attacks police and escapes with accomplice

"What!?" he exclaimed, checking the page number before flipping to it "Masked menace Spider-Man gets on the law's good-side by pretending to save the princesses before surprising the public by robbing a high-class, family owned jewellery store with his partner in crime, the mysterious Black Cat... that is fucking ridiculous, I didn't steal anything!" Peter prepared to scrunch up the paper and throw it aside before he noticed a small advertisement at the bottom of the page.

Wanted: Photographer to take pictures of Spider-Man

"Hang on..." Peter hummed, thinking through the process of taking pictures of himself as Spider-Man and then selling them to the Bugle before nodding his head "Yeah, that's a great idea" He placed the newspaper down on the table next to the front door before walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch. The second he found the TV remote and got into a comfortable position the doorbell rang again.

"Fuck me..." Peter growled, getting up and storming over to the door. He unlocked it quickly and swung it open to see Twilight standing outside wearing a dark purple beanie, a black leather jacket and a chequered purple skirt with knee high black boots on.

"Oh... hey Twilight" he said slowly "Shouldn't you be at school?" Twilight looked at his attire before raising an eyebrow.

"Did you just wake up?" she asked, dodging the question completely.

"Yes, but why aren't you at school?" Peter repeated in a sterner tone.

"Can I come in?" she asked, kneading the porch with her boot.

"Twilight-" Peter began before she simply walked inside and forced him to close the door.

"Thanks Peter" she nodded, walking briskly into the living room.

"Twilight!" Peter snapped, grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her back "Why aren't you at school?" Twilight looked at Peter in the eyes before dropping her gaze with a sigh.

"I'm... I'm sorry" she muttered under her breath.

"Pardon?" Peter asked.

"I'm sorry" she repeated in a louder voice.

"For what?" Peter asked in confusion.

"For what happened at the suit store... when I kissed you..." Twilight sighed "I didn't mean anything by it and I really wish I could take it back" Peter nodded slowly, scratching his shoulder briefly before shrugging.

"If you want to forget about it, then it's no big deal... well..." Peter muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What d'you mean... did it mean something to you?" Twilight asked, looking at Peter with her face turned away slightly.

"Not on an emotional scale, but, it was kind of a landmark for me" Peter added, feeling too embarrassed to admit the real reason it mattered to him. But Twilight being the smart girl she was, managed to piece together his sheepishness and come up with an answer.

"Oh my God, that was your first kiss, wasn't it?" Twilight asked in horror.

"Maybe" Peter chuckled "I think it's great to know that it meant nothing to you" Twilight's gaze dropped even further from Peter's eyes, the young man quickly feeling a pang of guilt in his chest.

"Sorry Twilight, that was dickish, I didn't mean it" he said in an apologetic tone. Twilight nodded but didn't answer him, looking at the clock before sighing loudly.

"I should get going" she said, quickly turning towards the door and without saying goodbye, simply turned and left. The seconds after she left Peter didn't know how to react but when they passed he felt a burst of anger well up inside him. He whirled around and grasped the underside of the table, forcing himself at the last second to not throw it across the room.

"You selfish little cunt!" Peter hissed, slamming his hand to his forehead "She comes here to clear this up, to say she's sorry and you just had to turn into a petulant little cunt didn't you Parker!?" He let go of the table and clenched his fists down by his sides, screwing his eyes shut and taking a deep breath.

"Alright Parker, you're nearly a grown man, except not at all, so you can man up and apologise to her before she gets too far away" Peter decided, turning around and opening the door only to see a black car drive quickly down the street with Twilight rolling up the tinted window "Well... fuck" He slammed the door and stormed back upstairs and upon deciding he needed some air changed into his Spider-Suit and climbed out his bedroom window and into the back yard, trying his best to avoid being spotted leaving the house in his suit.

After a quick swing around Midtown he had already stopped three robberies and, much to his discomfort, prevented, or nterrupted a woman's rape.

"T-Thank you" she muttered, trying her best to cover herself up and hide her injuries. Spider-Man's insides boiled with rage, having half the mind to snap the man's neck for what he'd tried to do to this woman. But on the other hand, he was grateful to know that this man existed, that his kind existed. It made it clear to him that the villains he fought wouldn't be super villains, just the regular scum of the earth criminals that existed on the list with paedophiles, child murderers and rapists. Swallowing down a sick feeling in his stomach he used his webbing to path together the woman's clothing as best as he could before offering to give her a lift back home.

"I'll... I'll be fine" she muttered, taking her purse from the ground and faking a smile.

"Are you sure?" Spider-Man asked, hiding his anger and disgust from the young woman, looking at the unconscious and webbed-up criminal "You don't know him, do you?"

"Y-Yeah" she nodded solemnly "He's my ex-boyfriend, we broke up a few months back and he'd threatened to do this... but I never thought he actually would"

"Right... I'm sorry this had to happen ma'am" Spider-Man said, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a small notepad and pen, scribbling a message down onto the paper before sticking it onto the webbing he'd already used to bind the man down.

"Alright, you look after yourself now" Spider-Man said, nodding at her as he leapt into the air and began to swing away.

"I will" she muttered under her breath, a small tear running down her face.

"This place is fucked up... I didn't expect it to be this bad, I never heard about this kind of shit in the Batman comics, he and Robin never solved the case of the Dastardly, Devious Dicker did they?" he thought to himself before growling angrily "Don't even joke about that kind of shit man, this was the opposite of funny in every way" The wind rushed by him, sounds muffled and buildings blurred by the speed he swung at. Even at the speed he swung he managed to catch a glimpse of red and black keeping up with him. He was prepared to stop and get a better looked before his Spider-Sense alerted him to non-direct danger. Confused at the feeling he got his attempts to move were thwarted by a metallic ringing sound followed by a red and blue object slicing through his web.

"Fuck!" he yelled, dropping down several feet before recovering by firing another web. His Spider-Sense should have been giving him the warnings he needed to dodge these attacks but the sense was warning him of a constant threat in three precise directions while half-urging him to move in every other direction, utterly confusing him on what to do and where to go. His web was cut once more by an expertly aimed bullet before a powerful figure leapt up behind him, ploughing his shoulder into his back and driving him down onto a nearby rooftop. Spider-Man rolled, recovering from the painful impact as best he could, before getting up to his feet and standing up straight. There was another metallic flying noise before the figure landed, grabbing hold of the red and blue weapon and fastening it onto his arm.

"No... way" Spider-Man gasped, looking at the red, white and blue clad superhero "C-Captain America?" The taller man looked down at Spider-Man from underneath his blue helmet with cold eyes, eyeing and sizing up his opponent before whistling loudly, another figure suddenly appearing from behind Spider-Man with a small handgun aimed at him. Spider-Man turned to look at this new challenger before recognizing her signature body-tight black combat suit and blood red hair.

"Black Widow?" he asked in confusion "W-What are you guys doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Black Widow asked, walking around to his front while twizzling a pair of handcuffs around her skinny index finger "Arresting you" Spider-Man stepped back in shock, looking between the two heroes quickly.

"Why?" he demanded "What the fuck did I do?!" The older two heroes engaged in a scissor movement, trying to cut him off while staying in front of him at all times.

"You exist, you're an unregistered mutant who decided to take the law into his own hands" Captain America growled "We're bringing you in for ID and registering into the S.H.I.E.L.D database"

"Ho, ho, hold the fuck up" Spider-Man snarled "I don't think so, you think I wear this mask just cause it completes my outfit?"

"Mask or not, secret identity or not, you're a liability" Black Widow hissed, gripping the gun with her second hand "Now are you gonna come quietly?" Spider-Man sighed, lolling his head downwards briefly, holding his hands above his head. Black Widow nodded contemptibly before lowering her weapon and putting it back into her holster. In a brief movement Spider-Man aimed a web-shooter at her hand, trapping her hand and gun into the holster before leaping forwards in an attempt to attack Captain America. The much more experienced superhero slapped aside the attack and quickly, much faster than humanly possible, he launched his fist forward and punched Spider-Man square in the nose. His momentum caused his legs to fly out in front of him while the force of the punch sent his top half straight down to the rooftop. He placed his hands beneath him, attempting to round off from the impact and get back to his feet only to have Black Widow flip herself over and slam the heel of her stilettos into his stomach, drinving his back down to the ground with a pained hiss. She quickly drew another gun from behind her and jammed it against his skull, growling angrily at him.

"As we said, you're a liability" she snarled "And we're bringing you in, now" Spider-Man dropped his head onto the ground, sighing in defeat and anger.

Spider-Man was shoved, disarmed and stripped of most of his equipment, through a set of open doors into a large command room. His hands were bound behind his back with some kind of futuristic and damn-near unbreakable technology with a shock collar having been tied around his neck in case he attempted another daring escape. He was forced down into a chair at the far end of a table while another, much larger chair remained turned away from him.

"So... you're this Spider-Man we've heard so much about?" a male voice asked, the chair turning around to reveal a dark skinned man with a shaved head and an eye-patch over his left eye. Spider-Man looked at him, an air of disgust hidden underneath his mask, which was quick to be revealed. The man with the eye-patch twirled his finger around in a circle and Captain America grabbed hold of Spider-Man's shoulder before reaching over and pulling his mask off, much to the dismay of the costumed superhero.

"Hey!" Spider-Man barked, trying desperately to stop his identity from being revealed. The Captain threw the mask over to the man at the end of the table who looked at it with distaste.

"Well I'll be damned... I've seen some shoddily made costumes but this, this just takes the cake" he chuckled, placing a hand inside of it and moving it around "This thing has to chafe a little right?" Peter didn't answer, instead he stared at the table with his jaw clenched.

"Hold on a second!" the voice of Black Widow called, leaping down from a higher railing and storming over to Peter, grabbing him roughly by the jaw and forcing him to look at her "How old are you? Twelve!?"

"I'm fifteen" he snapped, as if it made a difference. Black Widow turned to face the man at the end of the table with a furious glint in her eye.

"Director Fury!" she snapped "I refuse to serve alongside some little brat who isn't even old enough to grow facial hair!"

"Natasha, calm down" Fury said with a wave of his hand "He's not going to work with you, not yet at least"

"What do you mean not yet?" Peter demanded "I'm not doing anything for you people, I don't even know who you are!"

"Then let's get a few introductions out of the way, this is Natasha Romanov, also known as the Black Widow" Fury said, pointing at the ice-cold woman who turned away from Peter with a flick of her gorgeous red hair "And the man next to you is someone you'll recognize; Steve Rogers A.K.A Captain America" Steve took off his helmet, revealing his chiselled features and flattened blond hair, holding out a hand with a friendly smile.

"The pleasure's mine... and, uh, sorry about the rough treatment earlier kid" Steve said. Peter looked at him for a long second before nodding, holding out his right hand as best as he could, it being cuffed, and shook the taller man's hand.

"It's alright, I'm used to getting slapped around at school anyway" Peter said with his own smile "It's an honour to meet you sir, I've heard so much about you"

"Thank you kid, I wish I could say the same about you but it seems you're relatively new on the scene" Steve smirked, pulling out a chair from under the table and sitting down next to Peter, linking his fingers on the desk. Peter felt comfortable around Captain America, he gave off a powerful yet kind vibe as if he were someone to not cross but also someone who could be extremely friendly to those he was on good terms with.

"So, are you going to introduce yourself or do we have to drag you door to door in New York until someone claims ownership?" Fur asked, clapping his hands together loudly.

"Do I have to?" Peter sighed, lowering his eyes again.

"It would be helpful to us, speed the process along and save the government a few hundred thousand dollars in tax payers money" Steve said.

"Wow" Peter blinked "I never thought I'd feel so bad about being worth that much money"

"So?" Fury repeated.

"Alright... my name is Peter Parker, I'm fifteen years old and I live in Queens with my Aunt May-" Peter began before being interrupted.

"I've heard enough of this" Black Widow snapped, storming away from the table and exiting the command room, her tightly-clad backside's movement catching Peter's eyes as she left. His eyes caught with Steve's who merely smirked at him in a proud manner before looking back at Fury in a serious one.

"Continue" Fury nodded with a wave of his hand, leaning back in his chair.

"Anyway, I live in Queens with my Aunt May and go to Midtown High in New York, I'm currently unemployed and in need of serious cash to help pay for bills" Peter explained.

"And you're not going to turn to crime for that money I trust?" Fury asked quickly, pointing at him softly.

"Right now, no I'm not" Peter said with a shake of his head.

"Right now isn't good enough kid, I need your word on that so I can begin to trust you, or set up surveillance actually, or ,failing to provide your word, save millions of dollars later down the line by terminating you right here and now" Fury answered.

"I swear on my Uncle Ben I won't turn to crime" Peter nodded.

"I'll read up on your file to see if that's enough of a guarantee" Fury said, scratching his chin in thought.

"Wait, what?" Peter said, sitting up straighter "You have a file on me?" Fury's attention was drawn by a light on the desk next to him beginning to blink.

"We do now" he said, pressing the button next to the light and having a hologram appear in front of him. The information on it was backwards but Peter was able to make out his, terrible he might add, mugshot from a school photo, coupled with his date of birth and full name.

"Steve, let him go" Fury said as he pointed at Captain America.

"You sure?" Steve asked.

"Positive, give him a tour of the Triskellion while I read this, just make sure he doesn't try to escape" Fury answered. Steve nodded and slipped his glove off, pressing a finger onto a scanner built into the handcuffs and, upon a blue light shining, he slid his finger down off the scanner and the handcuffs dropped off Peter's wrists.

"Thanks man" Peter nodded.

"No problem kid" Steve said, standing up straight and dusting his hands together "You ready for a walk around?"

"Can I have my mask back?" Peter asked "And my web-shooters"

"Web-shooters yes, mask no" Fury answered, stuffing the less-than-stellar-quality mask into his jacket pocket.

"Why not?" Peter demanded.

"Insurance, to make sure you don't go running off in secret" Fury chuckled "You're not going anywhere without your mask are you, don't wanna risk revealing your secret identity do we?" Peter nodded with a sigh before Steve patted him on the back with a sympathetic smile.

"Can you at least take the collar off?" Peter requested.

"No" was all Fury responded with.

"Fantastic" peter glowered, hanging his head in defeat. Next Chapter: Electric Personality Estimated time remaining: 13 Hours, 17 Minutes