Stories Focussed On Spider-Man

Good With Kids P2

Info: I had a good idea that kinda follows the first one. May, Ned, and MJ know Peter is SM. MJ and Peter are still dancing around their feelings for each other, fixing the small hole in the first one where he talks about his girlfriend, but claims to not be in a relationship. So, they're close enough that he would describe her that way to people who don't know who he is, but haven't labeled anything for him to claim he's in a relationship with her. Also, I will comment translations for the small parts in Russian.

"Spider-Man, we have an emergency!" Stark ejaculated, giving no thought to any formalities.

Peter, who had stepped out of his AcaDec practice to take the call, gaped. "Oh my gosh, don't tell me aliens are invading New York again!"

There was a pause. "This is arguably worse. For us, not for New York."

Peter frowned. What sort of emergency could warrant such a response? "Uh, okay? Care to shed some light on what could fit that?"

"Natasha is four again," the engineer ranted. "We were on a mission, and there were these weird weapons, but we were dodging, yet Cap almost got hit, but she blocked it with her body, and now we have a toddler assassin crying like nobody's business in our living room!" By the end of his harangue, he was slightly out of breath, and it became very obvios that he was panicking. "Look, you're the only one available we can think of that might be able to alleviate this situation. Pepper is off at some business conference, and Wanda ran off to Europe with Vision. We need you, Spidey!"

Peter peaked in the gym, practice was wrapping up. "I had to step out of this thing to take your call, but it's about ten minutes from being over and a solid twenty minute swing away. Can you wait half an hour? I already have to skip a lot for superhero stuff."

A wail was heard over the phone at the same time of an alarming clatter. "Yeah, just hurry once you're let out. We're the Avengers, we can handle a kid for half an hour."

"Good luck!"

"Thanks, we'll need it." The billionaire hung up, leaving Peter to rush back into Decathlon practice and utter an apology for the interruption.

"A little birdie told me that there's a princess in this tower," Spider-Man declared as he crawled inside the common area and immediately took note that Natasha wasn't bawling her eyes out, like she was just half an hour ago. But, she did look close. Her head swiveled immediately to assess him as he walked in. "Hey, hun. My name is Spider-Man. What's yours?"

"Your name isn't r-really Spider-Man," she frowned.

The Avengers present froze. Spider-Man had a secret identity to worry about; he had loved ones to protect. It wasn't like he could just-

"You're right! My real name is Peter, but Spider-Man is my codename."

They stood corrected.

"Codename?"

"Yeah, I'm a superhero! So are the nice people who have been hanging out with you. We fight bad guys," Spider-Man explained, nodding to himself. He leaned in closer to her. "D'ya wanna hear a secret?"

Natasha, unable to resist the untouchable force that drew her in so that their faces were inches apart, bounced with excitement. It was a stark contrast from what was going on just a little bit prior. "What?"

"You're a superhero, too."

She slumped back, her eyes displayed full disbelief.

"I'm serious! You're an Avenger! You were on a mission and took a shot for the Iced Americano over there from this strange gun and - BOOM - you're little you again!"