Peter Parker. Spiderman. Peter Parker; Hated. Spiderman; Adored. It was tough to choose who to be. It took a lot for him to remember that if it wasn't for Peter Parker, there would be no Spiderman. Every day he fought with himself to remember that he could always go back to being Peter. He treated his suit like an escape; from Flash, from tests and exams, from the real world.
His phone buzzed and Tony's number flashed onto his screen. He choked away his tears and took a breath before answering. "Hey Mr Stark!" He said, with a false pretence of contentment. "Kid. How quickly can you get down to Swann Street?" He sounded slightly tired, but Peter pushed it away. He had probably been working all night again. "Quickly. Mr Stark? Is something wrong?" "No. Well, we could use some help from our neighbourhood Spiderman." "I'll be down as quick as I can!" He said, joyously. It had been so long since he had had a team-up with the Avengers, he had forgotten the buzz provoked inside of him. It almost made him forget his worries. Almost.
