Peter wasn't quite sure how exactly he ended up in the Avenger's training room facing off against Thor of all people.

He was swinging around New York, like usual, when something red, white, and blue came spinning in the air from nowhere in particular and severed his web. Normally, he would have simply shot another line, but he was distracted by the fact that holy crap, that's Captain America's shield! He forgot to shoot a new line, which he didn't realize until his spider sense (he thought the name was clever, everyone else thought it was stupid) screamed at him and his eyes widened as pavement crept up on him at a terrifying rate.

He hit hard, bouncing and skidding farther than he would have like and stayed laying on the ground in a daze. Everything was sore, but if you fell from roughly 5 stories in the air smack onto pavement, you'd be a little sore as well. How he wasn't extremely broken and hurt, he wasn't sure. Sitting up with a groan, he rubbed his head as he heard footsteps approaching. Feet were in his vision, so he looked up, only to find Captain America extending a hand to him. He nearly squealed in excitement. It was the Captain America!

"You okay son? That was quite the fall you took." Peter took Cap's hand and brushed himself off slightly.

"Yeah, I've fallen from farther up and lived, no harm done," Peter said, wincing slightly at the concern that flashed across Steve's face when he mentioned a higher fall.

"You're a tough kid, I'll give you that."

"Hey Capsicle, is that the Spider-kid," Peter heard a voice call over the coms in Cap's ear. Peter's eyes widened as he looked around, hearing a faint sound of thrusters.

"Oh my god, is that Tony Stark?"

"Yeah….How'd you?"

"Enhanced senses," Peter said, tapping his ear before turning towards where he heard Iron Man flying from. It was another minute before he landed and wandered over to the pair. Peter was struggling with not passing out from excitement. He was a major fanboy of the Avengers, don't judge.

"Hey there Spiderling? Spider-boy? Spider-kid?"

"Spider-man." Tony's face plate flipped up and the man beneath had on a large smirk.

"Not with that voice you're not," the billionaire said and Peter blushed under his mask. "Anyways kid, how would you feel about stopping by the tower at some point to train with us. I know that aside from random instances of team-ups that didn't last long we haven't actually spoken, but I figured the best way to get to know each other would be in the ring."

Huh, so that was how this all happened.

Peter was excited. So excited in fact that the next day, while swinging to the tower, he may or may not have smacked into one of the many large windows and he may or may not have freaked out Hawkeye, who was standing nearby. He also may or may not have almost got himself swatted with a flyswatter once the window was opened for him and he crawled inside. Needless to say, Peter was embarrassed, but it faded with the excitement buzzing beneath his skin.

Clint led Peter to the training room where the others were waiting, or already sparring. Currently it was Natasha vs. Steve, and the former won by a mile. Peter tried to contain his squeal, but only partially succeeded, causing Clint to smirk and give a chuckle at his childish behavior. He couldn't be embarrassed, he couldn't care less, not with meeting all of his idols in one day. He watched Nat flip Steve to the ground and hold him tightly before the soldier tapped out. The two stood and walked back to the rest of the group, who were waiting by a wall, watching.

"There's the Spider-kid," Tony called, clapping the teen on the back.

"He's a lot smaller than I remember." Peter rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Yeah, well, he's Spider-kid for a reason. Alright, so I'm thinking Spidey here vs. Thor," Tony said with a clap of his hands, getting some strange looks.

"I do not think that is wise Man of Iron," Thor said, his voice echoing loudly around the room. "I may injure the Spider without intending to. He does appear to be weak, no offense," Thor said quickly and Peter waved it off.

"Nah, I get that, I've always been scrawny."

"Try skinny kid, do you even eat?"

"Yeah, just probably not enough with this enhance metabolism, but I don't know," Peter said, fiddling with his webshooters. He did know that he needed to eat about ten times more than he actually did, but he didn't want Aunt May to find out, and he knew that they wouldn't be able to afford that much food, so he spent most of his day starving, and the rest half-hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he actually felt truly full.

"We'll work on that later, but kid, now, you're up, Thor you too." Thor shrugged and wandered to the sparring spot, as did Peter. "So, I'm thinking weapons allowed?" There was no protest from anyone, so the fight began. Peter wasn't paying attention until his sense screamed at him and he flipped out of the way quickly as a fist flew where he once stood.

"Pay attention Spidey, the first rule of battle is never let your guard down." Peter continued flipping and dodging with ease. The two appeared to be in an intense dance with the fluidity of Peter's movements and Thor's twisting and flying fists, as well as swinging hammer. Peter leapt away and held up his hands in a slightly 'I surrender' kind of look. Thor stopped for a moment before Peter shot a few wads of webbing in his eyes, flipping away with a snicker as the god pulled at the webbing, getting it off with some trouble.

"Well played Man of Spiders. I will not be so easily fooled next time though," Thor boomed happily, racing back towards Peter, who let out an indignant squawk at the speed to which Thor moved. He reacted like any normal person would when there is a speeding god coming at you: he leapt to the ceiling and clung on for dear life.

"Come on kid, you got to fight back, and get off my ceiling for god's sake," Tony called, slightly exasperated. Peter blushed before dropping back down, narrowly dodging another fist coming his way. The fight continued for at least another half hour, having started a half hour previous, making the sparring last a grand total of, you guessed it, one whole hour! Peter hadn't even broken a sweat, and performed a few back handsprings away from the god. Unfortunately for Peter, Thor had begun to get somewhat frustrated after forty-five minutes and had begun to not hold back. His punches and swings weren't pulled at all, and he put most, if not all of his speed and strength behind each one, but still the kid dodged. So when Peter flipped away and landed with a flourish, he huffed angrily and released his hammer with a shout.

No one reacted at first, because it all happened so fast. One second Thor and Peter were on opposite sides of the room, and suddenly Thor's hammer is flying at impossible speeds towards Peter. The Avengers all stared in shock, calling out for the Spider to pay attention and he watched the kid's expression turn to one of surprise as he raised his hands to try to protect himself somewhat. Everyone flinched back somewhat and shut their eyes just as the hammer was about to hit, but upon hearing no loud crash or thud, opened them and stared in shock.

Peter saw the hammer flying towards him faster than a normal person could even hope to react to. Luckily, Peter wasn't normal and he flung his hands up to protect himself. He waited for pain, but when he felt the weight of the hammer on his palm, his hand closed automatically and there was no pain. Opening his scrunched eyes, he saw that the hammer's head was in his hand, handle pointing towards Thor, who stood with his jaw hanging open in shock. Peter looked around and saw that it wasn't just Thor who was staring, but every single one of the Avengers, minus Natasha who had the biggest smirk on her face.

"Holy shit," Clint said breathlessly and there wasn't a single language jab from anyone.

"What," Peter asked, dropping the hammer, thinking he did something wrong. The hammer made a slight crater in the cement ground where it fell and Peter glanced between it and the team, who were still frozen. "Did I do something wrong? I did something wrong didn't I? I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to, it was just, I reacted, was I not supposed to? I'm sorry," Peter frantically said, backing up slightly, hands waving.

"No, no, kid, you're fine, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just-" Tony said, but then Thor cut in with the biggest, most genuine, and yet shocked smile on his face as he called his weapon to him.

"You are worthy of the power of Thor," the man exclaimed, his voice echoing around the room, causing Peter to wince slightly at the volume. The smile became apologetic when the god saw the flinch. "I apologize Man of Spiders. I apparently do not have an 'inside voice', so I'm told it's called."

"It's fine?" Peter was extremely confused. "So I didn't do anything wrong?"

"Quite the opposite actually."

"What?" Peter was pretty sure he sounded like a broken record, but he still had zero clue what was going on.

"Anyone who can pick up the hammer, or wield it in anyway, is worthy of the power of Thor, whatever that means," Clint said. "Apparently, that's you kid. Congrats."

"Huh?" Now Peter was certain he was a broken record, but shock was pretty good at freezing your brain. Thor held out the hammer and Peter took it without thinking about it, holding the strangely like weapon. He tossed it from hand to hand before handing it back to it's owner.

"Only the worthy can hold Mjolnir. You are worthy Man of Spiders."

"Mule what now?"

"Mjolnir, forged from the core of a dying star and can only be wielded by those it deems worthy."

"Huh," Peter said before slumping down the the floor. "Well then, that's a bit to process so if you don't mind, I think I'm going to pass out now," he said softly before his eyes rolled back and he did indeed pass out. Tony hurried over to check the kid's pulse and sighed in relief when it was strong and steady.

"I think we're done with training for today."

"You don't say."