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Spiders Stick Together

Summary:

Peter has a habit of getting into trouble. Whether it was bumping into the school bully or walking into abandoned warehouses without backup, he always found himself in troublesome situations. One day after going on patrol and ignoring every instinct in his body, Peter ventured into an abandoned warehouse and came face to face with none other than Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow.

Despite her guarded personality and killer instincts, Natasha finds herself becoming more and more entwined in Peter Parker's life. At first, Peter was a nuisance, but now he's family.

Family isn't something she ever expected to have, so she's going to protect it with all her might.

(Lots of Spider-Mom soon to come)

Notes:

I do NOT own any of the characters used in this fic. All rights belong to Marvel and Sony.

This story takes place after Homecoming, at the start of Peter's Junior year in high school.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

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 Being a teen sucks.

High school is extremely overwhelming due to the abundance of homework teachers give you, the majority of the students at school are egotistical snobs who gossip over every little secret and every adult treats you like a kid (come on, 16-year-olds shouldn't be treated like a child). But on top of all the regular stress that students endure, Peter has to add being a superhero to his ever-growing list of responsibilities. 

Despite almost becoming an Avenger, life has been pretty boring for Peter lately.  His everyday schedule consists of going to school, going home to do homework, going on patrol for two to three hours (depending on how much homework he had that day), then coming home again to eat dinner and sleep. 

Excluding the of the occasional bank robbery or car chase, Queens has been relatively peaceful the past few months and as bad as it sounds, Peter sometimes wishes for some more exciting crimes to be committed.

Eager to patrol, the moment the bell signaling the conclusion of the school day rung, Peter went running into a nearby alley to get changed. He stripped down to his boxers, shoved his clothes into his backpack, and hastily webbed his backpack to the brick wall. Immediately after, Peter clumsily jumped into the suit, pressed the spider emblem on his suit to adjust the suit to fit his body, and then swung out the alley.

After patrolling the city for a few hours, Peter only stopped a mugging and a poorly executed (and thought out) sandwich shop robbery. Even if it wasn't stopping an alien invasion, Peter was glad he was aiding the city more than he was at the beginning of sophomore year.

As he waited for the inevitable criminal act to occur, Peter sat on a roof and listened to the city from above. He could hear the risings and fallings of a conversation being held beside a small shop, cars passing on the streets below, the sounds of traffic, car horns honking, and engines revving. Peter loved these moments as Spider-Man. To Peter, nothing is more peaceful than sitting high up and watching the city go on with their lives. Rooftops are (almost) always desolate and unless he was web-slinging directly above people, no-one ever looks up and watches him. Ever since he managed to take down the vulture, more and more newspapers and other media outlets have been posting his feats regularly, which means the paparazzi is becoming a greater problem as the days progress. 

Just as Peter was about to make his way back to his apartment, he heard a woman's desperate scream for help. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, but Peter didn't need his Spider senses to indicate that danger was lurking nearby. He looked around trying to figure out where the scream came from to no avail, unlike Daredevil, Peter couldn't pinpoint someone's location on the basis of sound alone.

"Ugh, Karen, which direction did the scream come from?"

"It seems the scream originated from the alley on the right of the abandoned warehouse," answered Karen.

"...Thanks, Karen."

A creepy warehouse, just great.

Peter quickly swung over to the alley and disarmed the man before he could pull the trigger and shoot the woman.

"Hey, not cool dude. I'm pretty sure this wasn't what the founding fathers had in mind when they said we had the right to bear arms," quipped Peter as he swiftly webbed the man to the brick wall of the alley.
 
(He just took an APUSH quiz today on the U.S. Bill of Rights, give him a break)

After making sure the criminal was adequately restrained, Peter went to comfort the distressed woman. She had mascara dripping down her face, her outfit was tattered, and her purse laid beside her on the cement. It was obvious what the crook desired and it made Peter sick that he'd pray on this defenseless woman just for a few bucks.

"Hello, I'm Spider-Man. What's your name ma'am?"

"...My name is Isabella. Thank you for saving me Spidey."

"You're welcome, I was just doing my job. Isabella, I'm going to alert the police, is there anyone you'd like to call?" Peter asked in a gentle tone.

"No, I'd rather not call anyone. I'll just wait for the cops," responded Isabella as she looked down at her feet.

Just as Peter was about to ask her another question, he heard a loud crash coming from the neighboring abandoned warehouse.

Peter hesitantly looked over at Isabella, he wasn't sure whether he should pursue the suspicious activity or stay with her until the cops came.

"I'll be alright spidey, go save some lives."

Taking that as his cue to leave, Peter walked over to the entrance of the abandoned warehouse and saw that the door was kicked in.

"Hey Karen, I thought you said this place was abandoned."

"As of 2006, this building has not been inhabited. Legally, this building is abandoned, but based on prior experiences, we both know structures like these are notorious for housing villains," answered Karen.

"Well, if I don't make it out of this situation its because I acted like the dumb characters that die in every horror movie that ever existed. Everyone knows not to go into an abandoned warehouse."

Being as stealthy as possible, Peter crawled up the walls and crept along the ceiling of the warehouse trying to locate the intruder. After looking around the room for a few minutes Peter dropped down from the ceiling and walked into the hallway at the end of the room. The hallway was almost completely dark, but using his enhanced senses, Peter managed to successfully walk down the hall without bumping into any walls. 

Peter quietly entered the dimly illuminated room at the end of the hall but stopped dead in his tracks once he located the intruder. A woman with red hair in a black skintight catsuit was bent over an ancient computer, and she looked completely enthralled in her task because her eyes didn't leave the screen once. Peter took two steps forward but didn't realize his mistake until it was too late.

It all happened in a few moments. Peter stepped on some leaves that made a loud crunch and then a gun was pointed directly at his skull.

"Woah, Woah, Woah. Hey, Hey, Hey. Please don't shoot me, I'm too young to die," blurted out Peter in a desperate plea for his life.

Once Peter looked her in the eyes all pieces fell into place. The intruder wasn't some D-list criminal, it was The Black Widow. It was Natasha friggin' Romanoff.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. You're the Black widow. This is so cool. You probably don't remember me, I'm Spider-Man, we met in Germany," blabbered Peter.

"I know who you are Spider-Man, you're Stark's latest pet project. You're younger than I had suspected," remarked Natasha.

"Oh My God. Natasha Romanoff knows who I am," Peter whispered in a wonderstruck voice.

Natasha smirked and lightly shook her head.

"You should get out of here kid, this is above your typical bank robbery or mugging."

"Not a chance Ms.Romanoff."