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Sooooooo...here's another story I started ;) Enjoy!

Summary: There was a reason Peter was chosen by the spider, and a reason for his affinity with animals-all it took was a gargantuan green man throwing him into a building and claiming to be his father to realize it.

Chapter 1

Christmas Colors

It had been a normal day-well, as normal as a spider-mutated-super-teen's day could get. Peter had cleaned his room (for once), and driven Aunt May to the airport. She was flying out to California to visit some distant relative that Peter wasn't even aware existed. He sounded like a cool guy, though, from what Aunt May had told him. The dude was practically a genius.

Aunt May had been disappointed when Peter said he couldn't go, and to be honest, so was he, but crime never rested. Heh, he sounded like one of those cheesy old Captain America posters.

After dropping her off and making sure she got on her flight safely, Peter drove to the grocery store and picked up enough food to last him a week, then raced home and shoved it all in the fridge.

Thankfully, his high school had a week long break, and Peter was planning to spend it all as your friendly neighborhood webslinger. Which was why it was prudent to stock up while he still had enough energy to do so. Quickly checking to make sure the house was locked, Peter skateboarded to an abandon warehouse he'd found earlier that week and changed personas, hiding his civilian cloths behind a rusted truck. With a shout of joy, Spiderman flung himself into the air, relishing in the familiar rush of air that always accompanied his spandex activities. Wow, that sounded really wrong. Meh.

Compared to most days, this one was pretty tame; only two robberies, a bank heist, and five attempted muggings. All in all, Peter was feeling pretty proud of his city. He even got free food after a stopped house fire (that peach cobbler was almost as good as Aunt May's!) and spent most of the day randomly flinging himself across the sky and observing the urban 'wild life'.

With the police radio hooked up to his handy-dandy SHIELD issued communicator ("We can't have a teenager flying around the city pretending to be a superhero without supervision!" Nick Fury had informed him when the arachnid questioned the decision. Peter decided not to ask anymore questions, after that), the red-and-blue clad teen had settled down on the top of an unused crane-he and the construction boys had a pretty good relationship-a few hours ago, sunbathing and enjoying the light snooze.

Naturally, trouble chose that moment to strike in the shape of a fun-sized green problem. The loud roar startled Peter from his much needed sleep, and he nearly rolled off the edge of the crane. Taking several deep breaths to calm his frayed nerves, Peter stood up and jumped off the yellow pole, launching his webshooters and swinging towards the disturbance; geez, he could almost hear Nick Fury's voice saying that in his head. 'Get going, Spiderman, there's a disturbance down on 5th. Don't you dare be late!'

...Perhaps he had better take a break from SHIELD before he developed a Hill voice too.

Upon turning another corner, Spiderman nearly stopped, groaning and face palming. So it was gonna be one of those days.

With a thump, Spiderman landed on the ground, releasing his web fluid and turning to face the problem. One that promised him a lot of possible future pain.

"Looook big guy, why don't we all calm down," Spiderman spread his hands placatingly, crouched in front of the Policemen as a human shield. In front of him stood a growling Hulk, his muscled chest heaving with anger and misplaced aggression. The green man roared, grabbing a discarded car and crushing it between one fist.

Spiderman chuckled nervously, flinching as the car was flung inches above his head. "Cmon Hulk, you know Fury hates it when you destroy stuff."

"FUUUURRRRRYYYYY!" The Hulk roared, pounding his fist on the concrete and creaking craters in the road. Spiderman's eyes widened as the Hulk charged towards him, flinging a web and launching himself at the beast, his feet firmly connecting with the solid mass. "So I'm guessing Fury is a sore subject," the arachnid commented as the Hulk stumbled back.

The green man bared his teeth, howling another "FURY!" angrily. Spiderman landed on the side of a building, scratching his head. The Policemen (and woman) had long since fled, leaving Spidey to take care of the mess. Gee, thanks fellers! Nice to know you've got my back.

"Ok, no F-eye patch man. What did he do to make you so mad? Did he restrict your red meat again? Not that you really need anymore anyways," he quipped, swinging around the Hulk and hooking his legs around the giant man's neck.

"Spidey let Hulk go!" Hulk growled, grabbing the red spandex hero by the legs and holding him upside down. Spiderman gulped as he was held eye level to the green eyed creature. "Uhhhh, bad-" the Hulk flung Spiderman into the adjacent building, the toss knocking him through several walls (thank goodness they were doing a restoration-drywall was nowhere near as painful as solid brick) where he finally landed on a wooden desk with a bang. "-idea," he finished, groaning as he sat up painfully. As was his luck, he'd landed on the same shoulder Electro had zapped the previous night, and the stitches had torn open (again).

A loud roar alerted him of the pressing problem and several crashes later had the Hulk standing in front of the hero. Peter scrambled up, fists automatically raising to face the heaving threat. His clenched muscles slowly relaxed as the moments passed and the Hulk made no move to attack him. "Uh, buddy?" He asked cautiously, dropping his guard and reaching out to his tentative friend.

Green eyes slowly rose from the ground to meet his, and Peter froze, his eyes tracing the tear that trekked down the angry creatures face. That-that was not supposed to happen.

"Hulk? Are you-" he paused mid sentence as a large green hand placed itself on his shoulder. A sarcastic part of his mind idly commented on the irony of being squashed like a bug (he always attracted the worst luck).

"Son," Hulk nodded, gathering Spiderman in a hug and squeezing him tightly.

Spiderman's eyes bugged out more than usual as he squeaked out, "Son?!"

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Hope y'all liked! Shout out to whoever guesses what the chapter title meant ;)

Kisses!

Alyss