Author's Note: This is my first story, also the spiderman here is based off of Tom Holland's. It is not canon, but is set pre Civil War in which Peter Parker meets the Avengers in a different way. I don't own any characters.

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Peter would have been honored to have touched Captain America's shield if the situation had been different. In most cases he would have been having a real fangirl moment. Yet moments tend to be ruined by pain. He had to admit that although the vibranium shield was awesome, the effect was dulled as it smacked him across the face. Ouch.

The super soldier wasted no time grabbing the shield as it returned like a boomerang to his outstretched hand. It was odd considering it reflected the shape of a frisbee. However, he wasn't exactly in the mood to question the physics of it rickashaying across his jaw. He was more of a chemist anyhow.

His masked eyes unconsciously sought Cap's. He knew he should have been terrified when he saw their icy determination, yet the boy behind the mask couldn't help but be a bit awe struck.

"I think I gave him a concussion Tony." Captain America spoke into an earpiece. Spiderman tilted his head to the side. "He's not moving, he's just kind of hanging." Spiderman now noticed that Captain America had been holding his shield just watching him, confusion etched onto his face.

Spidey felt his cheeks flush. Of course he managed to make fighting Captain America awkward. Parker luck right there. "Sorry." he said, hand scratching the back of his head. "I'm still kinda new to all this." He gestured with both his hands at himself. He was perpendicular with the wall. His feet the only thing stopping him from landing in a heap onto the firescape below.

Captain America's head turned like a dog. "Never mind." His quirked eyebrow remained along with a slight smile of confusion as he said, "Just come down, I don't really want to hit you again if I don't have to."

Peter ignored the man and scaled to the top of the building. "Why don't we compromise?" He kept a wary eye out for the shield that glistened underneath the silver moon like a star on earth. His spidey sense pulling at his arm and begging him to leave with a constant tingle. He found himself stuck talking instead. "I leave like I want to, and you don't hit me like you want. Everybody wins"

His plan was not favorable with the veteran who ignored his strained smile and instead threw his shield once again. His spidey sense had him pull his head away just in time, tutting at him for not having listened to it earlier.

"That is so much cooler when its not hitting me across the face!" he yelled as he scurried away. He heard the rattle of the metal as Captain America ran up the firescape. His footsteps were like an incoming thunderstorm. The booms in the distance getting ever closer.

He held out his hand instinctively ready to web sling away. He swore inside his head when nothing came out. He'd forgotten his cartridge had run out earlier that day. He really shouldn't have spent all that time trying to catch that girl's cat. Although she was kinda cute so the teenage boy inside him wasn't too downdraught.

He jumped the gap between the two buildings. He really hoped that Captain America's serum did not help with jumping. He checked over his shoulder. Of course things never go right. Cap was tearing down the roof towards him.

He picked up his pace. "It's super awesome that you know who I am," He attempted to yell, he was disappointed when it came out as more of startled yelp. "but this is a bit much."

Captain America sighed. "You talk a lot." Spiderman was concerned by how close the voice sounded. He really hoped that he was the faster hero. From what he could tell he was stronger physically, but Cap had much more experience meaning he most definitely did not to this man to catch up. Unless he felt the color black and blue complemented his skin tone.

"Sure insult me and try to beat me up." His legs burned as he jumped another building. "Why don't you just kick my dog while you're at it." He cringed a bit, well aware he didn't own a dog, but the Cap didn't know that so in his mind the comeback was still viable at least to some extent.

He jumped onto the side of the next building. He Started scaling it. He was restricted as a hand grasped his leg. "Personal space." He tried to kick Cap in the face, but his doward momentum was used to pull him off the wall and into the ground.

Cap crawled on top of him. Pinning him to the ground. He reached up for the mask. The Captain was seemingly annoyed as he was not very gentle as he wrestled with Peter. His spider sense was practically slapping him over and over."We just need to know who you are." He felt his mask sliding away. He tried to wiggle away, his arms trapped. Yet, before he could stop him his mask was ripped away. His warm brown eyes now exposed and making direct eye contact with Cap.

It took him a moment to realize what happened and it drove him to push the Captain off. His hand rose up desperately trying to cover his face. He peeked through his fingers. He lost part of his confidence with the mask. He was no longer spiderman, but rather just Peter Parker.

"How old are you?" Captain America questioned walking towards him. His posture tall towering over the shorter teen. His hand was still clasped around the mask. Although his face had softened, eyebrows turned up in what could have been concern, perhaps guilt. For what, Peter had no idea, not that he intended to stay and find out.

Peter glanced between the Captain and his mask. "I'm really sorry for this." he said as he punched the war veteran in the face. Ripping the mask from his hands. He jumped from the building leaving while Captain America was still distracted.

Realization hit him. Oh god, I just punched Captain America in the face. He inwardly groaned. He definitely hates me now.

He headed to the alley where he had left his frayed black backpack. After making sure no one was following him he began to change back into his civilian clothes. Although Cap now knew his face, it would be harder to spot him as Peter than as Spiderman. At least that's what he told himself… He still pulled his hood up just incase.

His stomach rumbled in protest at Peter's lack of food. I hope Aunt May bought pizza or something.

He left the ally backpack shouldered. A group of people decked out in tourist gear were pointing excitedly at a man on the building. Their fanny packs jiggling as they shifted their weight and hopped around. Sunglass clung to their heads struggling to remain in place as heads were shaken. Captain America gave a small wave, eyes searching the crowd.

Peter turned around deciding to leave before things could go worse.

Warm brown eyes met Cap's he suddenly felt bad about hitting Spiderman with his shield. He had always imagined Spiderman as well a man. He reasoned that his name was Spiderman, not Spiderboy so could he really be blamed for his mistake?

Yeah probably. The guy would have been short for an adult, and his voice wasn't free from cracks. Yet Steve had met adults with all those qualities.

He saw the bruise blooming like a flower across the jaw of the kid. It shared the color of purple grapes mixed with a few blueberries. He could imagine the pain. A sprinkle of guilt made his stomach turn.

His head jerked back as the teen he had been approaching punched him in the face. Snap. There went his nose. The mask was ripped from his hand. If he hadn't been so shocked he would have followed. By the time he came to his senses all he saw was a dash of blue and red disappearing over the side of a building..

He reached up touching his com ignoring his bloody nose. He started jogging in the direction Spiderman had gone."Tony, we got to talk."

Peter had made his way home with little incident. Apart from the building there was no sign of Captain America, no spidey sense, no nothing. He seemed to have gotten off too easy. He climbed through his window setting his bag down on his bed. A few minutes later he heard his aunt enter the apartment. "Hey Aunt May, what's for dinner?" he called out

"I thought you would pick something up." Came her reply. "There's some food in the fridge."

No pizza? Guess I was right, everything had gone too perfect. He touched his jaw. Okay maybe not everything. He brought his head up as Aunt May knocked on his door. Judging from the slight throbbing on his jaw and the pain caused from his light touch it would be bruising soon if it hadn't already started. He flipped off the light and quickly got under his covers turning his head to the wall.

"Hey Pete, you going to get something to eat?" She asked creaking open his door causing a sliver of yellow tinted light to flood the room.

"I'm not that hungry, more tired than anything" he lied, "I'll just get something tomorrow." She lingered for a moment, the shift of her feet causing the floorboards to creak. He tensed hoping she didn't pry. He let out an exaggerated breath when she exited the room.

His hand touched the spot he had been hit. He cringed at his own touch. He dearly hoped it cleared up overnight, the last time he used concealer Flash had noticed and had been very vocal about his discovery.

He stared into the wall knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep. He had too many questions swirling in his head. The most prominent one being: Why?