"Keep. Him. Away. From. Me."

We were all back in the Baxter Building, inside Reed Richards' lab with the four members of Fantastic Four, The Avenger's, Wolverine's X-Force, and Spider-Man. And, Mr. Sinister.

The Avenger's stayed to provide protection and the assurance that I wasn't going to have another outburst. The X-Force team was still here because I was their mission. Spider-Man stayed after I flat out said he was the only one that I could trust when I found out this, Wolverine guy was the one in the red eyes. The FF team stayed because this was their home and they were also the only ones that I trusted. And Mr. Sinister stayed because he wanted to run some, 'tests', on me. I found this out right after he plucked a piece of hair from my head.

I stood on one side of the room with the Ben Grimm, Spider-Man, and a telekinetic shield from Susan Richards holding my back and Mr. Sinister stood on the other with the whole X-Force team holding him back. And the Avenger's and Reed Richards stood at the center yelling at one another.

"He is my patient and I will take care of his well-being!"

"That is not for you to decide Reed! He is dangerous and a monster! He could have destroyed the whole city!" Iron Man yelled.

"Oh and I guess that description doesn't apply to the Hulk anymore!?" Reed matched his tone.

"He has a point," Bruce Banner, the human part of the green guy that kicked me said sipping on some tea.

"The Hulk is an asset to use! We know that Banner can control him when need be, and the Hulk wasn't created to destroy things!" Captain American joined in.

"Neither was Ultron! We made him to help us and he turned on us!"

Tony Stark, the rich guy in the metal suit looked like he had been slapped.

"Ultron is a different case entirely! We didn't watch him enough to know there was a problem and he had no emotions, he was a machine!" Hawkeye spat out.

"And that's where our discussion leads to!"

Reed swept a hand over to me.

"Ian is not a machine! He is flesh and blood just like anyone else here! He feels emotions like any person would and he can choose right from wrong! You have no right to take him away!"

"If you put him away for being a monster then you might as well put away every other Superhero that wasn't able to control their powers at first! Like Wolverine or even Cyclops! Hell, you even caused some destruction Tony by not being cautious enough and letting others get ahold of your Iron Man and Arc Reactor technology! So who do you want to arrest first!? Yourself, or the rest of the Superhero Community!?"

It was quiet for a few minutes. I caught the gist of the conversation after Dr. Richards had pointed to me and said I wasn't a machine.

The tense silence was broken by the one called Banner.

"So, all in favor of picking this up tomorrow around noon-ish? I have my own life to get back to also," he emphasized with a loud clap.

"Avengers, let's go home," Captain America said warily.

One by one the "World's Mightiest Heroes" turned their back on me and walked out.

Iron Man came up to Mr. Richards.

"I want status updates of that thing every ten minutes. Every finding you make, new and old, I want it all forwarded to Jarvis. I stay in the loop about him or I bring every Superhero in the world down on his head."

"Do you really think that will be enough? He's already grown exponentially stronger than when he first woke up this morning."

"You let me worry about that. You just play Doctor and try to not let it kill you."

The Tin-Man walked away.

"It's always good to see you too Tony! Same time next week?"

He flipped the bird on his way out.

"Yeah, he's definitely drunk," Johnny said.

Mr. Richards clapped his hands.

"Now to our original problem."

He turned towards X-Force.

"So Logan, what can I help you with?"

Wolverine's eyes darted towards me.

"I came for the kid," he said simply quietly.

"Well like I told Iron Man and his Avenger's, I won't be able to let you do that. As you yourself have seen, he's more than what Mr. Sinister had intended him to be. Whatever that is."

"Oh yes! He is much more! His power is far beyond the level that I had thought it would be right now! In a year or two maybe even three he'll be close to the Transformation Power Level. But he's also less. Those emotions that he has weren't supposed to be there. I was making a cold blooded killing machine. A true Saiyan warrior."

"I'll show you a true Saiyan warrior!" I growled out to him.

"Ah, there may be hope for you yet."

"Shut up Sinister! I'll handle this," Logan barked out.

"My lips are sealed, oh mighty leader," he mimed zipping them up and then throwing away the key.

"Alright look, I'm not going to take the kid. At least, not against his will. I know what that can do to some people."

Mr. Richards breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

"But with that being said he can't stay here any longer. The whole city will have seen that fight by now and soon the world. Your family will be targeted a lot more than it already is if word gets out that he's staying with you."

"Yes I thought of that too. But where would he stay at if he doesn't want to go with you? He can't live on the street."

"I already thought of that," Logan replied.

And then he turned towards Spider-Man.

Mr. Richards followed his gaze and instantly knew what he meant.

"No," Spider-Man said first.

"Do you think it will work out? We don't even know how much of an impact this will have on Ian's mental thinking."


"No one knows who he is under the mask except us. He will never reveal his secret identity, and he basically lives alone."

"I said no."

"But what about legal documents and paper works?"

"Don't you hear the NO coming from over here?"

"I have friends that still owe me favors. I can get them to whip up some real documents and make them be in system like they were always there."

"You can't seriously be ignoring me!?"

"We are. But then what would he do during the day? He can't just sit in a house the whole time."

"YO! I have a personal life too you know! I go to school and everything!"


All conversations stopped as every head in the room turned to look at the source of the new disturbance.

In the doorway-the actual doorway, the one that led into the building and not out of it like the many holes that were everywhere now- stood a dark skinned man with a bald head and an eye patch over his left eye. The all black outfit he had on made me wary of his presence already.

1 Hour Later

"I can't believe you're all agreeing to this!?"

I stood in my kitchen staring in horror at the adults that stood around my little island table.

To my left there was Reed Richards and Susan Richards, next to them stood Wolverine and Angel, then it was Nick Fury at the head, and finally Ian and my Aunt May to my right.

"So first you convince Logan and Reed to follow your plan, but now you also have my Aunt giving her blessing!?"

Peter it's the most logical thing to do. He can't go anywhere else."

"He can go everywhere else! He can go to any part of the world if he wants to and live there! He can even stay on the Helicarrier and join S.H.I.E.L.D.! Don't you guys take in Superheroes all the time to train!?

"That's not the point right now Parker. The point right now is, Ian doesn't trust any of us. I can't put him in the Helicarrier and expect him to be content, he'll blow a hole in the side and jump out in less than half an hour."

"He might even fly if he gets that far!" Mr. Sinister raised his voice from the door that led to the backyard.

"Shut it Sinister! You're staying out there until we finish this," Logan growled out.

"And I can't take him to the institute yet when he's like this. He'll kill all the other students for just looking at him. Plus, I need to talk with Cyclops about everything."

"And his health is too erratic to just let him wonder the world. Until he gets ahold of his powers he could have the strength and endurance to face the Hulk like he did yesterday one moment, and then die by getting hit by a speeding car the next."

"Well when you put it like that…"

"Plus, he only trusts you fully. Yes he lets Reed do tests on him and knows that it won't excessively hurt, he still will only go by your go-ahead."

I sighed knowing this was true. Ian hadn't strayed too far from my side in the whole time it took us to get back to my house. He was soaking everything in like a sponge.

"But what is he going to do all day? He can't just sit in the house and play video games all day. He'll get bored out of his mind."

"And that's why he will be attending school with you. Starting next week."

I stared at Nick Fury like a deer in headlights.

"What the fuck kind of idea is that!?"


"Aunt May did you just hear him!? What person in their right mind would send a super powered person to a non-super school!? That's even worse than taking him to the Xavier Institute! At least there there's more than just one kid with superpowers to protect people!"

"I know it seems like a ridiculous idea and at first I had to do checks on myself to make sure no one was trying to control my thoughts, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense."

"Since Ian only trusts you he'll listen to whatever you say and you can teach him on how to be a Hero, which will inadvertently teach him to control his powers. Plus, if we are ever going to convince the X-Men that Ian will not be a threat to the world he needs some attachments to it. Which means he has to get to know people. People his age."

"Yeah well that's going to be hard. With my social status, meeting kids my age doesn't end very well."

I noticed Aunt May bit her lip when I made that sarcastic comment and look away slightly. I cringed slightly and resolved to talk to her later about that bombshell.

"I have that covered. S.H.I.E.L.D. has already- acquired- most rights to your school. We've slowly been adding our defensive technology to it all summer. Plus we will have some agents on the inside looking out for you. Some of which you've already met."

He turned to his left slightly and motioned to my back door. It opened as if on cue and in walked Secret Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. One of the best agents the organization has. But that wasn't the only surprise.

Behind him was the team that I was just working with before all the craziness of tonight happened. White Tiger, Nova, Iron Fist, and Power Man.

"Why is your team here?"

"Not my team anymore Parker. They're yours."

My eyes grew bigger. "Say what now?"

"Yes they are S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents and still follow my orders but as of right now you will be leading them. As you know they're a little rough around the edges but they have the potential to become one of the greats. Fighting alongside the Avengers and other big name Hero teams-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I think we were just called."

And now to add to my already hectic house, in walked Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, A.K.A. Iron Man and Captain America.

"This cannot be happening."

"Sorry to intrude on your house Peter but we wanted to talk, to apologize about earlier today."

This is when an elbow caught Stark in the arm.

"Yes, yes, I get it. Look kid," this is when he turned to Ian. "I'm sorry for jumping the gun and attacking you and treating you like just another threat to contain."

This is when Cap' came in. "We wanted to extend our hand out to you for help in any way that we can. Be it helping Dr. Reed with your medical health or help you to control your powers."

Holy Shit The Avengers Were In My House.

"But that isn't the only reason we're here. We've also come to see you, Peter."

My mind went blank.

"Rodgers, now isn't the time for that. There will be plenty of time to bring that up later."

"I think the kid should have a say in this," Tony replied. His arms were crossed in front of his chest.

"He's still a minor technically and also still in high school. Let him finish, then come back to that."

"He's right Tony, you shouldn't have brought that up right now."

"Brought what up!?" my mouth finally started working.

"Looks like it'll have to be another time kid," Stark smiled although it didn't reach his eyes.

"Mrs. Parker, we'll take our leave now. It was nice to meet you ma'am," Steve said, ever the gentleman.

As the two men left my body relaxed. My muscles were taut and my body on edge as soon as they stepped into the house. I didn't know how to explain it but I had felt them as soon as they entered the premises, I just didn't know who they were until I made visual contact.

And I instantly became ready for a fight.

I could see that both of them came unarmed but that still didn't put me at ease. Anything could be used as a weapon in the right hands.

And so they talked, startling everyone there except the man in black, apparently he knew they were coming from the way that way that he didn't even react when they spoke up.

I was surprised when the one that was in the metal armor apologized to me but had no time to talk as it was quickly dismissed.

Now they had left and there was an awkward silence in the house.

"Well that was weird," the guy with the wings said.

"More like conceited. Didn't even acknowledge anyone else in the room besides the ones that live here," Johnny Storm said poking his head out from the stairs.

"Seriously Johnny!? We don't need that right now," Susan replied.

"Nah, I kind of agree with him. The two of 'em walked right past me and didn't say a word or give me a look," Ben Grimm's head poked out of the living room.

"Can we please get back to the topic on hand people?" Nick Fury asked pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well, I say yes to allow Ian to stay here," May Parker declared.

"You can't be serious Aunt May!?"

"Peter Parker! This boy is in need of someone to take care of him and show him right from wrong in the world! You of all people should know the feeling of not having that!"

I looked at everyone's faces. Closely scrutinizing each one. Apparently that comment carried more weight than it should have when everyone's faces just became sad, like someone just died.

Peter's face was the worst. His eyes were looking down in complete sorrow, like his whole world had just shattered.

Aunt May's hand cupped her mouth after she realized what she just said. She left the kitchen and went upstairs.

Cue another awkward silence.

After some time when no one said anything I decided to voice what was on my mind for the past week and a half.

"Is there any food here? I kind of haven't eaten food in two weeks, or ever in fact."

That sure broke the tense atmosphere.