Spider-Man crawled in through the window of the Triskellion and landed lightly on the floor, looking around the darkened office room for any sign of movement.

"Alright, now I just need to find out where Fury is and I can try to convince him to let me have a look at my Dad's file" Spider-Man whispered. He exited the office and walked through the halls until he came to the command room where the lights were on an other members of the Avengers were sitting around a table. Spider-Man stood still for a long second before walking up the steps to the table and waving at Fury, who had just noticed him as he'd handed a drink to Steve.

"Parker, we were hoping for you to show up" Fury said with a smile "We need another intern moving the beer crates around"

"Yeah that's great Fury, listen I need to talk to you about... wait, what d'you mean intern?" Spider-man asked, pulling his mask off "And what d'you mean beer crates?"

"We're having our new, annual Avengers dinner and we need a few of the S.H.I.E.L.D interns to help set the place up" Fury explained "And you're one of them"

"Hold the fuck up pal, I'm not an intern" Peter snapped "I don't work for you guys and I'm sure as hell not fetching any fucking beer crates"

"You seem a little agitated Peter" Ms. Marvel said with a concerned look on her face "Are you alright?"

"Not to sound like a dick" Stark said with a hand in front of his mouth to prevent him from spitting steak "But why do you care?"

"Because he could be going through a bad time, I think we need to remember that he's only a fifteen year old" Ms. Marvel said with a wave of her hand "He's just a kid, as much as we like to forget that fact"

"But I urge you to not forget that we have our own fifteen year old intern who has done a hell of a lot more than Parker and she's completely fine" Fury said.

"You're talking about Jessica Drew right?" Steve asked "Just to cleat that up"

"She wouldn't be related to Jonathan Drew by any chance would she?" Peter asked.

"What's it to you?" a female voice snapped from behind him. Peter turned around to see a girl with back-length black hair and bright green eyes glaring furiously at him with a crate of Budweiser in her arms.

"Nothing much its just that the name came up in a file I was given to read by Fury..." Peter said, turning back around to look at Fury with an angry expression "Which I was disappointed with and came here to ask for the real version of it"

"Sorry kid, that's a no can do" Fury said "We don't give out classified files to interns"

"I've already fucking told you Fury that I'm not-"

"Wait a minute!" Jessica exclaimed furiously "He's a cadet!?"

"Yes" Fury nodded.

"No!" Peter disagreed.

"But... he's already been sent out on a field op with the team!" she growled, pointing an accusatory finger at Peter "I haven't even taken the Holo-Exam yet!"

"Holo-Exam?" Peter asked "That sounds like fun, what's the test about?"

"It tests the person's ability to make difficult decisions in a battle where they're outgunned and outnumbered" Widow called out.

"That's... that's the Kobayashi Maru test from Star Trek" Peter said with a cocked eyebrow "That's... I'm sure copying that is illegal Fury"

Nick didn't respond to that.

"Whatever, Sir I demand you tell me why he's allowed to go out on field ops when he's clearly untrained" Jessica said.

"You demand what cadet?" Fury said with a cold tone "I don't recall giving you permission to demand anything from me"

"Hang on a second, why do you call her a cadet and me an intern?" Peter asked, pointing a finger at Jessica.

"Because she's entered the S.H.I.E.L.D training academy and is training to become a S.H.I.E.L.D agent whereas you're training here to have your own solo career" Steve explained.

"Thanks Cap" Peter nodded.

"No problem Pete" Steve nodded in return, gesturing to Peter with his beer can.

"But isn't S.H.I.E.L.D supposed to be an off-the-record organization that nobody else knows about?" Peter asked "Yet there's a mother fucking academy set up for it?"

"Stop swearing" Jessica said quickly "Its immature" Peter turned to Jessica with a bewildered look on his face before opening his mouth and speaking.

"I don't even know you!" he snapped.

"Well so far you've made a very bad first impression" she said, turning away and crossing her arms. Peter then turned back to Fury and pointed across his chest at Jessica.

"Is she fucking with me?" he asked.

"You have got quite the potty-mouth Peter" Widow said with an agreeing nod.

"Look I didn't come here to be judged by you fuckers!" Peter yelled "Just give me the god-damn file and I'll leave!"

"What is the matter with you tonight Peter?" Ms. Marvel asked "You're not usually this sweary"

"Look, I've kinda had a shit day, I had to bail out on my friend, she hates me for that now, and I pissed off my other friend after she tried to defend me when the first friend was yelling at me and now she hates me" Peter explained, rubbing his eyes to relieve a little stress.

"Sorry to hear that kid, but that's not really our problem" Fury shrugged "So are you gonna help with the party or not?" Peter clenched his jaw, his temper flaring up and causing him to act out in reaction. He webbed the box of beer Jessica was carrying and yanked it out of her hands, catching it and then throwing it towards Fury.

"Whoa!" Steve said, standing up and reaching over the table, catching the crate and placing it down on the table. Steve was obviously angry at Peter's actions, pointing a finger at him as he barked an order.

"Parker, hit the gym, now!" Steve ordered.

"Fuck you Rogers, you don't own me" Peter hissed.

"You're out of line Parker" Steve growled "You either go work off your anger somewhere else or you get out of here and come back when you're willing to talk normally"

"Oh what the fuck's the point?!" Peter demanded "I'm not getting shit from you people because your cunt of a boss... you know what fuck it, I'm done" With that Peter pulled his mask back over his face and stormed out of the room.

"Wow" Jessica said with a disgusted look "That guy's a prick"

"Jessica" Ms. Marvel said sternly "Don't say that"

"Where does he get off talking to you guys like that?" she asked.

"He doesn't usually" Ms. Marvel said, shaking her head "I think I'm gonna go talk to him, see if I can't get through to him"

"Good luck with that" Widow chuckled "I get the feeling that kid's skull is thicker than his hair"

"Ooh, good one" Stark nodded.

"Thanks" Widow winked.

Ms. Marvel flew lower over the streets, her attention attracted by the sound of a gunshot followed by agonized screaming. She flew around a corner, emerging to see Spider-Man repeatedly slamming his fist into the face of a large man wearing a purple basketball jersey, several other men wearing similar colours lying badly beaten next to other men wearing orange jerseys.

"Spider-Man" Ms. Marvel called out to him, getting his attention before she ignored him and went back to beating the gang member he held "You're going to kill him"

"So?" he asked in a vicious tone.

"Put him down" Ms. Marvel said, walking over to him.

He didn't.

"Spider-Man" she repeated.

He still ignored her.

"Don't make me hurt you" she said "I came here to talk to you, not to fight, don't make this escalate" Spider-Man halted a punch for the gang member's face before throwing him aside, wiping the blood off his fist into the gang member's jersey and turning around to look at the taller woman.

"Leave me alone" he said, turning around and firing a web-line onto a nearby building. Ms. Marvel reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, a compassionate look on her face.

"Spider-Man, can we just go somewhere quiet and talk?" she asked "You're not acting yourself"

"I'm fine" he grunted, not looking at her.

"Well seeing as how you just beat up an entire legion of gang members nearly to death and without a single joke thrown in there, I figure you're not being honest with that statement" Ms marvel retorted, placing a hand on her hip and looking at him "I'm trying to help you here"

"I don't need help" he spat.

"Everyone needs help kid" she responded "You're just not willing to accept it" There was a moment of silence between the two of them, the sounds of sirens not yet filling the air to respond to the shots fired moment earlier, before the loud noise of Spider-Man's stomach growling filled the night.

"You're hungry" Ms Marvel stated "How about we both get something to eat, on me?" Spider-Man obviously weighed the thought up in his mind before hanging his head, letting go of the web-line and turning around to face Ms Marvel.

"Alright then, where we eatin'?" he asked.

"I don't know about you..." she said, crossing her arms and placing her right hand up to her chin "I could go for a big, fat McDonalds right now" Spider-Man lowered his head with a chuckle before shrugging his shoulders.

"Sure, why not?" he asked.

"Come on then kid, let's get some food" Ms Marvel said patting him on the side of the face and floating off the ground, holding her hand out to Spider-Man "Need a lift?"

"No thanks, I got webs" he shrugged, leaping higher than she was floating and swinging off quickly, Ms Marvel catching up within a few seconds. Next Chapter: Sibling Assistance Estimated time remaining: 6 Hours, 5 Minutes