"Spider-Baby," Venom greeted, smiling down at Peter. Peter frowned but sighed, knowing that there was no way to get him to stop calling him that stupid name.

"Hey Vee," Peter said, opting to sit down next to Venom, letting his legs dangle over the side of the building. "Anything happen?"

"Nothing. We are bored." Venom answered. Ever since Peter and Eddie had decided to go out and do patrols together, they often just sat around and waited. There was hardly any crime now, thought Peter supposed that was a good thing. "Spider-Baby worried?"

"What? What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"We can see how tired you are. Why are you worried Peter?" Venom asked. "We will bite anyone's heads off."

"What?! No! No, it's nothing like that! I'm just nervous. The wedding is this weekend. I've never been the Best Man before and I don't want to mess it up."

"You will be fine." was Venom's short response.

They sat in silence for a while, the only noise coming from the streets down below. That is until a loud scream pierced through the night. Peter jumped up and off the building, Venom's black form falling faster and landing on the ground with a loud, echoing thud.

Peter asked Karen to track the scream and it led them to an abandoned warehouse. Peter entered through an open window and crawled on the ceiling to get to the center of the room. Peter looked down to see a green figure cackling madly in the center of the room.

By the figure lay a woman unconscious on the floor. Peter crawled closer to get a better look.

"You're right," the figure said, his voice hoarse and scratchy. "I feel much better!"

"Stay focused. You know what your plan is, yes?" came another voice. Peter could easily tell he was on the phone.

Out of the corner of Peter's eye he could see Venom stalking up to where the green giant was standing. Peter let a web slide out and he slowly slid down to the ground behind the man. Just as Peter was about to open his mouth to speak, the man whirled around and backhanded Peter hard enough to send him crashing into the wall.

Venom roared and launched himself forward, his teeth open out on display. His claws came down on him but the man just cackled and side stepped him, his hand coming up behind Venom and slapping him hard on the nape of his neck.

"Well, Spider-Man, how nice it is to see you," the man said. He then spared a look at Venom on the floor. "I see you've brought a pet."

Peter shot a web at Venom and tugged. He had no idea how a single slap from him could knock out Venom, but he wasn't going to stay and find out. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Hmm...I suppose you can call me...the Green Goblin," he said. Peter raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down before nodding.

"That sounds appropriate," he allowed. He was tall and buff, his entire body the same hue of green, and he was wearing a long purple hat (that actually looked hideous in Peter's opinion) and dress thing. "So..what are you doing here, Goblin? And who's the girl?"

"She outlived her usefulness to me," he said. "And I'm afraid that's all the questions I'll be answering for you. See you around, Spider-Man."

And with that the Green Goblin threw an odd circular orb looking thing to the ground and it exploded, turning Peter's vision to white.

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"HEY!"

The boys turned around in fright when they heard the shout, and when they saw Bucky--the scariest kid on the block--hurtling towards them they screamed and ran. Bucky cursed at them before turning to look at kid on the ground. His lip was busted and he was staring holes into the pavement.

"Hey," Bucky said, extending a hand towards him. The boy flinched away but then looked at the hand for a long time before accepting it. Bucky pulled him to his feet, and helped dust him off. "I'm sorry about those guys. They're all jerks."

The boy giggled. "Y-Yeah," he said. "They are, aren't they?"

"Why were they picking on you?" Bucky asked. The kid tensed and looked at the ground shamefully.

"I got asthma," he admitted, like it was a dirty secret. "So they make fun of me. And I'm smarter than them so they get jealous."

"Wow," Bucky chuckled. "I always thought they were a bunch of idiots."

"They are," the kid said firmly, crossing his arms in a huff. "They think they're so cool, but actually, no one likes them. The only reason they have friends is because everyone else is scared of them." He was getting more and more worked up.

"Woah, woah," Bucky chuckled, attempting to calm the spitfire before he blew up. "Easy there punk. Yeah they're a bunch of losers, but we don't have to lower ourselves to their standards."

The kid looked up, his blue eyes wide with wonder. "R-Really?"

"Absolutely." Bucky nodded. "What's your name, punk?"

"Steve Rogers." Steve said, before narrowing his eyes. "And I'm not a punk."

"Really?" Bucky asked, feigning suspicion. "That's exactly what a punk would say."

Steve giggled and playfully shoved Bucky. "You're a jerk." he said, with no real heat. Bucky still gasped in surprise anyway, putting his hand to his heart in mock offense.

"A jerk?!" he cried. "After all I've done for you?!"

"Come on jerk," Steve smiled. "Let's go play! My mom has jacks!"

Bucky smiled. "Lead the way, punk."

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When Peter opened his eyes he saw nothing but smoke. His ears were ringing but he could hear muffled cries of his name. They sounded like he was under water, and he blinked, confused. What was happening?

It was then that he felt a hand collide with his back. A yelp escaped his mouth, but it sounded far away. He then saw Eddie's face lower into his line of sight. It was dirty, dust and debris littering his face and hair.  His mouth was moving but Peter didn't hear any words.

It took a couple of seconds to hear them. "Peter! We need to go! Come on kid!"

Peter groaned and attempted to stand but his body wasn't listening to him. Eddie seemed to get the idea because he knelt down and slid his hands under Peter's uncooperating body and hoisted him up.

Peter's vision went in and out of focus as Eddie carried him out of the burning building.

The next thing that Peter was aware of was hands touching his face, lightly caressing them and a familiar voice shouting for him. "Peter?! Peter can you hear me?!" it was his Dad. Peter's eyes fluttered as he tried to convince his body to listen to him.

"D--Dad?" Peter asked, his eyes finally opening. His dad and Steve were hovered over him and Peter was hit with such a strong sense of deja vu that it made his head spin.

The light on the orb started to flash faster and faster...

"Peter? Baby, don't close your eyes." his Dad's voice said, and Peter really didn't want to listen. Why did his eyelids feel like there were fifty pound weights strapped to them?

Peter groaned again when he felt something poke his arm. "It's okay baby," his Dad said. "It's okay. You're safe now. Sleep."

And Peter did.

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"So...it's a new supervillain?" Tony asked, unimpressed. His son lay on the hospital bed, staring up at him unwaveringly.

"Yes! He had a supervillain name and a bomb, dad!" Peter cried. Tony sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"You're not going after him." Tony said firmly.

"What?! Why not?!"

"Why not?" Tony cried. "You're laying in a hospital bed and you were only talking to the guy for like two minutes!"

"He had a bomb dad, what was I supposed to do?" Peter demanded. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Exactly. He had a bomb, Peter. You could've been killed."

"Yeah but I wasn't."

"But you could've."

"But I didn't." Peter said firmly. His hands were clenched as he stared up at his father defiantly. "I didn't, and I'm fine. But if I don't stop this guy, other people won't be."

"That's not your responsibility." Tony argued.

"Yes it is. I'm Spider-Man." Peter stated. Tony clenched his fists. He hated it when Peter used that as an argument. If it were up to Tony, Peter would never be Spider-Man. Maybe it was a little hypocritical of him to do so, but he just wanted to keep his son safe.

"Peter please. I don't want you to fight this guy alone," Tony said. "If you see him, you call the rest of us and we'll fight him together. Deal?"

Peter sighed, and he knew it was the best he was going to get. "Okay."

"Thank you Peter." Tony said, falling back into his chair and dragging his hands down his face. "God Bambi, you scared the crap out of me. You gotta stop getting caught in explosions."

"Yeah, it's not really fun." Peter said, scratching the back of his neck. "How bad was it?"

"You were far away enough from the site of the blast so you had minimal damage. Dr. Cho said you had a concussion and a sprained wrist from the way you caught yourself on the ground." Tony said. "But still...don't do that again. I swear, you're giving me greys kid."

"Well you don't want any more of those," Peter said cheekily. "You've already got enough."

Tony scowled. "Oh yeah laugh it up," he said with a grin. "But one day you'll look just like me."

"No I won't. I'll dye it." Peter said firmly. Tony chuckled and pressed a kiss to his son's temple.

"Okay bambino, okay." he said. "You win."

"You're being really sappy today," Peter said, looking at his dad in confusion. "Why?"

"Guess I'm just happy you're okay."

Peter hummed and hugged his dad tightly. "Yeah. Me too."