Spoiler Alert: Don't read this story unless you've seen The Amazing Spiderman 2, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and the season finale of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

EvergreenGirl: I love Spiderman, the Avengers, and Agents of Shield, so I decided to put all three together at once! I hope you like it, and I'll update every week or two. Don't worry, it speeds up from here. Please review! :D


He pushed himself along on his skateboard, the wind blowing through his brown hair. It was chilly and humid—it had just rained. When he saw the 36 on the house's door, he picked up his skateboard, bounding up the steps. He opened the door and called, "Aunt May, I'm home."

The older woman set a soapy, wet dish back in the sink and pulled off her gloves. When she came up to him, he removed his drenched hoodie and hugged her. "Peter, would you take out the trash for me?" his aunt requested.

Before Peter could set down his skateboard, Aunt May scolded, "Don't you put that dirty, soaking wet skateboard on the hardwood floor that I just cleaned."

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Peter took it with him to take out the trash, setting the skateboard on the front porch. He jogged down to the garbage can and tossed the overstuffed bag into it. When he started back up the porch steps, he stopped to turn around—he felt like he was being watched. But he saw no one, and went back inside.

Meanwhile . . .

Agents Skye, Fitz, and Simmons were sitting cross-legged in the back of a large, black van. Mae was in the driver's seat, Coulson beside her. They watched Peter Parker's house through binoculars. "Did you see him, yet?" Skye asked, leaning between the front seats to peer out the window.

"We've got eyes on Parker," replied Coulson.

"You know, I wonder if he keeps a key under his doormat," Fitz mused randomly. "Say that six times fast—doormat."

"Doormat, doormat, doormat, doormat, doormat, doormat," Skye repeated quickly and effortlessly.

"Oh . . . I guess it's not that hard to say," muttered Fitz.

"Oh, Fitz," Simmons pitied.

Fitz glanced down at his hands sheepishly. "Alright, who's going to initiate contact?" Mae inquired.

"Not it," Fitz stated.

Simmons stared at Fitz. "But you love Spiderman."

"That's exactly why I don't want to be the one to talk to him first. What if I say something stupid? I don't want to make a bad first impression."

"Well," Coulson said, lowering his binoculars, "you're going to have to talk to him eventually."

Fitz groaned. "Why are we even doing this, anyway? You blew Garrett to bits and Ward's taken care of! How much of a threat can Hydra still be? And we always have the Avengers, why would we need him, too?"

"He does have a point," Skye commented, crossing her arms. "Unless there's something you're not telling us."

Coulson sighed. "We have orders from Fury himself. Besides that, I'm the new director of Shield, and I don't have to disclose my reasons."

"Oh, I'll do it," Simmons spoke up, "but only because Fitz is being a scaredy-cat."

"I'm not being a scaredy-cat! Meet your hero and tell me you weren't scared at first, otherwise, it's none of your business," Fitz defended.

"Stop acting like infants and go over there, both of you," Mae ordered.

Before Fitz could make a snide remark, Simmons pulled him out of the back of the van. She strode up to Peter Parker's, aka Spiderman's, house, Fitz reluctantly slogging up behind her. "Ugh, I don't want to do this," moaned Fitz.

"Fine, then you can ring the doorbell, and I'll talk to him," she suggested.

Fitz pushed his finger into the button, making the doorbell ring. An elder, brunette woman opened the door. "Hello, ma'am," Simmons greeted politely. "We're from . . . Virginia State Engineering University. Is there a Peter Parker here?"

"Peter!" Aunt May called. "He's probably in his room. Would you two like to come in?"

They nodded and followed her to the living room. "Have a seat," Peter's aunt said. "I'll go check on him."

When Aunt May went up the stairs, Simmons turned to Fitz. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Fitz sighed. "No, I guess not."

Upstairs, Aunt May knocked on Peter's bedroom door. "Peter, there's some people here to see you. They're from a college."

"Just . . . give me a minute!" he hollered back.

Peter had been reading while hanging from the ceiling by a string of web. He pulled himself from the webbing, and fell with a thud. "Peter, what are you doing in there?" Aunt May asked.

"Nothing, I'm just . . . uh, moving my desk!"

Peter hurriedly flung the book on his bed and took one big step to his door. When he went to unlock it, he remembered the string of web hanging from the ceiling. "Peter?"

"Hold on a second, Aunt May!"

He yanked the web, but it pulled a cookie sheet sized chunk of the ceiling down with it. "Damn," Peter muttered under his breath.

Peter shoved the piece of ceiling under his bed and brushed the dust around with his foot until it was barely noticeable. At last, he was able to unlock the door and open it. "What college are they from?" Peter asked, poking his head out.

"Virginia State something." Aunt May pushed his door open more. "Your desk is in the same place as before!"

Peter looked at the desk, then back at her. "Uh, yeah, I had moved it, but I decided I liked it better where it was."

"Why's there dust all over the floor?"

"Oh. It doesn't really matter. I'll sweep it up later."

Aunt May looked daggers at him. "You had better. Go talk to our guests."

Peter loped down the stairs, his aunt following slower behind him. "Peter Parker?" Fitz asked, bottling up his excitement.

"That's me."

"May we speak to you outside?" Simmons queried.

"Um, sure," Peter answered, opening the door for Fitz and Simmons.

When Peter closed the door behind him, Simmons told him mutedly, "We're not from a college. We're agents of Shield, well, what's left of it. I'm Simmons, and this is Fitz."

"You mean the Strategic Homeland Intervention—"

"Enforcement and Logistics Division, yes," finished Simmons.

"So you know you're wanted by the government?"

"Yes," Fitz answered, "but that's not why we're here. We know you're Spiderman."

Peter took a deep breath. Simmons put a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with us. You're lucky that we're not Hydra."

"Hydra?" wondered Peter.

"It's a long story," Fitz told him. "Basically, Shield's been screwed up by Hydra. But we need your help to stop them. Even we don't have all the details. You'd have to talk to the former director of Shield, but if he told you, he'd probably have to kill you."

"Isn't that always how it goes?"

Both Fitz and Simmons shrugged and asked, "So, will you help us?"

"What do you need me to do?"

"We don't know," Simmons said. "We probably won't know unless you come with us. You'll have to leave for a while, though."

"How long is a while?"

Fitz shrugged. "Don't know, but we really need your help."

Peter sighed slowly. "Alright, I'll help you. Where do we start?"

Simmons and Fitz smiled.