It's All Just Static In My Head {Peter Parker & Avengers Fic}

Spider-Man Meets The Avengers

"No, no, I believe you." Nat smiled, quieting down. "I just can't believe this is how we're gonna find out."
 

"Find out what?" Steve asked.
 

"Well. . ." Natasha shrugged. "It's not for me to tell."
 

The elevator opened once again, but this time Tony walked out. "Friday told me something's happening, something about Peter?!" Tony spotted the distressed kid in the corner, who had covered himself up with his blanket, and raised an eyebrow. "Is. . .is he ok??" 
 

"No." Bucky shoved more of his bagel into his mouth.  "He was on the ceiling."
 

"The CEILING!" Sam cried, Peter echoing with his own, quieter, "The ceiling."
 

"Oh?" Tony was confused at first, until his face lit up with understanding. "OHHH."
 

They all turned to Peter, who refused to face everyone —and his problem. "Peter buddy? Wanna break the news to them, or should I?"
 

"Can't we all just forget about this?" Peter whined. The Avengers didn't need to know who Spider-Man is, it just meant more adults and more control and more rules, and more chances that Peter can mess up, and. . .more people that will either hate Peter or leave him. 
 

"I mean, I can tell them to leave you alone, but eventually they'll either figure it out or force it out." Mr. Stark shrugged, feeling a little helpless in this situation. 
 

"Ok. Fine." Peter signed, stood up, and turned around. "I'm Spider-Man."
 

It was silent. Dead silent.
 

"We should probably wake up the others. . ." Steve said with wide eyes.

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"So. . .You're Spider-Man." Bruce stated, eyebrows furrowed. Peter only nodded. 
 

The Avengers were in the living room of the common floor, spread across the various couches and chairs, all facing Peter, who sat in front of them alone.
 

"So you ARE an Avenger!" Thor cheered. "A worthy one, too!!"

"Uh, no." Peter wrung his hands nervously (it's become a habit for him). "I'm not an Avenger, and probably won't be for a few more years."
 

Once upon a time, Peter would've loved to become an Avengers. But, times change.
 

People change. 
 

"How did this. . .happen?" Wanda asked.
 

Peter rubbed the back of his neck with a small smile. "It was an accident. You see, my eighth grade class went on a field trip to Oscorp-"
 

"-Ew, Oscorp?! Why not here?!" Tony complained. 
 

"I don't know, but anyways-"

"-Wait, eighth grade?! What grade are you in now?" Clint cried. 
 

"Tenth, so anyways-"
 

"Tenth grade?!" Bucky jumped up before covering his face with his hands. "Oh gosh, it's another Steve." Sam patted his back as he sat back down. 
 

"Anything else before I continue my story?" Peter asked, annoyed. No one said anything. "Thank you. As I was saying, we went to Oscorp for a school field trip. We were in this weird bug room, they had a bunch of tanks and cages and stuff with genetically modified bugs."
 

"Let me guess, a bug got out?" Tony grumbled, only for everyone to shush him. "What?! It seems like something Oscorp would do!!"

 
"No, a bug didn't go out. Erm, what happened was Flash, a uh, classmate of mine, discovered a spider room that we weren't allowed to go into, but was left unlocked. "