Stories Focussed On Spider-Man

And They Were NEIGHBORS PART 9!!!

A/N for those of you curious about me chopping my hair off ^

"I thought Spider-Man was eating breakfast with us today since he wasn't out so late patrolling?" Steve asked as he plated the pancakes he'd made for everyone.

"Friday said that he didn't wake up to her," Tony shrugged, happily accepting his food. "Nat checked in on him, but he's out."

"You don't think he patrolled anyway last night?" Steve asked, his brow furrowing. "He's not in any condition to be doing that."

Natasha glanced up from her phone. "I can't find any sightings of him from last night. Spider-Woman did have another bust though, so she's probably sleeping in. Let's just make sure she gets up by noon because she mentioned doing something with a friend this afternoon."

"Looks like we've got two tired spiders then," Clint concluded. "What time did she get back?"

"Friday said it was around four," Natasha winced. "And then I thought Spider-Man said he was turning in around eight in the evening."

"That's thirteen hours for Spider-Man and five for Spider-Woman," Tony commented.

Steve whistled in surprise. "That's a lot of sleep on his part. Let's try again after breakfast. If he's still out, it might be time to get a little worried. Maybe he's not as capable handing injuries as we thought."

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Soon, the four Avengers were standing just outside the vigilante's door. Steve knocked in a vain effort to be polite, but Tony pushed his way to the front and opened the door. "Spider-Man? Wakey wakey!" His eyes traced their way through the giant web that made up his room. Eventually, they settled on the lump curled up in a suspended bed. "How are we even supposed to get up there?"

Natasha and Clint shared a look before both grabbed the nearest web, and both began a rather precarious ascent. Steve followed moments later at a much slower pace while the resident billionaire activated his Iron Man suit's hand and feet repulsers and beat everyone to the top. Considering how extra Tony was, Spider-Man had been given a pretty big bed, so they could all fit easily.

Natasha placed her palm on his forehead, brushing his hair away when her hand retreated a few moments later. "He's a little warm, but I doubt he's got a fever."

A moment passed where they all observed the rising and falling that happened under the mass of blanket the man was curled up inside. "Now what?" Steve asked softly. Tony shrugged and looked to the two ex-spies.

Natasha and Clint made eye contact before Clint remorselessly shoved Spider-Man as hard as he could. Spider-Man turned on his stomach, but was otherwise still out. "WAKE UP!" he shouted, but still to no avail. Clint glanced back at the other three Avengers present and shrugged. "I gave it my best shot."

Tony crawled closer and traded places with the archer. "C'mon, Kid," he muttered, shaking his shoulder. Spider-Man winced, flinching away.

"Tones, I think that was the spear shoulder," Clint frowned.

"What?"

"He took a spear to the shoulder, remember?"

"Dang."

Everyone froze as Spider-Man yawned, stretching a little bit. He mumbled something hardly coherent about how tired he was before he turned away from them and was out like a light. Wide eyes adorned the faces of the four.

"Friday, is he okay?" Steve eventually asked.

"Spider-Man appears to be in a stable condition."

"What should we do?" the super soldier asked.

"It is advised that you leave Spider-Man to rest."

"I feel like we should have started with that," Clint snickered, already eyeing his way down.

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Spider-Woman stretched her arms wide as she yawned, her feet carrying her to the living room around eleven-thirty in the morning. "Hey guys," she said as she gave her friends a languid wave. "No injuries last night."

"That's good," Natasha smiled from her place next to Steve on the couch. "What time do you need to leave?"

"Uh, the thing-y is at three, so probably half an hour before that."

"Want me to make you some breakfast?" Steve asked.

"That would be much appreciated," Spider-Woman nodded. Steve quickly made his way to the kitchen. "Ugh, I just woke up, and I'm already ready for bed again."

"Can't be more tired than Spider-Man," Clint chuckled as he strutted out of the kitchen with a bag of chips and stope Steve's seat. "Dude's been out since eight last night."

"That's fifteen and a half hours," Natasha chimed in. "We tried to wake him, but he's conked out, so Tony excused himself to his lab and told us to get him, quote, 'when the bug gets up so I [he] can make fun of him.'"

Spider-Woman found herself a spot on the loveseat. Her brows furrowed. "How hard did you try to wake him up?"

"I mean, we all got on his bed and shook him around a bit," Clint answered. "We didn't exactly pour water on him, but I wouldn't say we went easy either."

Spider-Woman thought for a second. "I bet I know what's going on."

"Pancakes are ready!" Steve hollered.

"Coming!" Spider-Woman exclaimed as she bolted to the kitchen to see Captain America plating her breakfast. "Thank you so much, Cap."

"I'm sure you did more than enough to earn them last night," he said, eyes twinkling.

"Well, still..." She puffed out her cheeks for a moment, not quite knowing which words to use. Finally, she gave up and just grabbed her plate, smearing butter and drizzling syrup. The two walked back to the living room and found seats.

"You were saying?" Clint prompted.

Spider-Woman shoveled a bite into her mouth and gulped it down. "Oh yeah. I think his body just kinda sent him into a hibernation-type mode to deal with his injuries. No biggie. I'm, like, ninety- percent sure he'll be up by tomorrow."