Okay…I wrote a story bout Spidey and deleted it…now I'm doing another and Spidey is a wreck here.

He saw the kid sit on the bench. His clothes were torn up and the boy looked like he'd been crying on and off for many hours. He almost moved away from him, to give him his privacy, when a small object caught his eye. He watched the teen pull out a small pocketknife. The next thing he knew the boy had scrapped it over his left arm and made a few small cuts.

"What are you doing kid?!" he asked in alarm. The boy gazed up and there was no emotion in his face. Except his eyes screamed pain and agony.

"What's it like look I'm doing?" The kid asked with an unfriendly tone.

"Like you're distressed and harming yourself" he answered. He grabbed a tissue from his pocket and wrapped the arm. The kid only chuckled.

"Good observation...Dr. Banner!" he hissed. Bruce glanced up and the kid smiled. "I'm right...aren't I?" he asked. Bruce nodded. "Yes...I am guessing you saw the footage?" he asked. The boy nodded. "Yeah…saw everything on the news…I guess even the Hulk can be tamed huh?" he asked.

Bruce shrugged. "Hulk...the other guy...he's hard to understand...I am glad though he listened to Cap and...that he saved Tony" he admitted.

The boy nodded. "Guess it was good I wasn't around to help...probably would have only made it worse" he mumbled. It caught the good doctor's ears though and he raised a brow.

"You're one of us?" he asked skeptically. The kid nodded. "Yeah...I know I'm young but then...I didn't ask the stupid radioactive spider to bite me" he said.

"You're...your that spider kid aren't you?" Bruce asked.

"Hey...it's Spider Man okay!" Peter growled. Bruce chuckled and held up his hands in defeat. Peter then noticed that Bruce had fixed his arm while they were talking.

"Or...least it was Spider Man" Peter added. Bruce stopped fixing his arm and stood up from his kneeling position. He sat next to the teen and awkwardly patted his shoulder.

"What happened?" he asked.

"What didn't? Aunt May is...is dead...MJ is in the hospital...I feel so alone...and worthless" he mumbled.

"I know how that feels..." Bruce murmured. He then stood and offered a hand. Peter blinked at him. "What?" he asked. "Come on kid...I think we both need to stop running and start living" he said. He couldn't believe he said it but realized it was true. It been a week since he denied Tony. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living in the tower with Stark and the boy.

Peter studied him a few minutes and Bruce waited patiently. After five minutes passed slowly Bruce felt the young hand in his. "Fine...not like I have anything to lose" he admitted.

Bruce chuckled. "So...what's your real name kid?" he asked.

"Peter Parker...thanks for stopping me Dr. Banner" he said. Bruce nodded. "No problem Peter...and please call me Bruce...now lets go talk to Stark...I think a week is enough time to ignore the annoying genius" he said.

Peter chuckled. "Wow...hope Tony Stark likes me...I heard he doesn't play nice with others" he said.

Bruce put his arm around him loosely. "Yeah but I think you'll be fine Parker" he said. 'After all you got me to open up and I am worse than Stark' he thought. He had a big feeling Peter could turn all the Avengers lives around.