Okay honestly I'm not really sure where I want to go with this so I'm just going to write and see where this leads me :) Hopefully you guys like it :) Warning- I'm very unsure about this chapter :/

"Oh look what we have, been making friends, eh?" Harry directed at Peter when he saw two of the Avengers standing on the other side of the ruined wall.

"Saw shit going down on TV and thought we'd check out what was going down." Clint said casually as they made their way towards the two.

"How thoughtful, but this doesn't really concern you." Harry dismissed them without second thought. "Just a bit of friendly business going down."

"You two friends?" Clint asked, eyebrows raising.

"Used to be close, but drifted. We're trying to reconnect." Harry didn't sound that enthusiastic.

"Guys, you can go. I've got this." Spider-man finally addressed the two heros.

"We're not leaving." Natasha replied in her, 'that's final voice'.

"This is cute. Two superheros and a wannabe needed to take me down." Harry smirked, obviously trying to make a jab at Peter.

"You inherited a company and yet you can't count. There are three heros before you." Clint said, giving a jab back to Harry.

"You really think that some loser flying around in spandex is a hero? He can't even save the people he loves. Two gone and the third one about to be." Harry motioned and two people brought Aunt May out, a rope tied around her wrists, looking worse for wear.

"You let her go you bastard!" Peter yelled and stepped forward, but didn't attack in fear of something happening to Aunt May.

Aunt May's eyes sparked in recognition that Spider-man was her Peter and she never felt more proud.

"Honey, I'm okay. I'm so proud of you and your Uncle…" Aunt May was silenced with a slap to the face. Peter started forward, but was stopped by Harry holding his hand up.

"I don't think so. I wouldn't want Clark's hand to accidentally slip and snap her neck now would we?" Harry asked, sweetly.

Peter thought to himself. He had to get the two goons away from his Aunt, but if anything went wrong one could kill her. Could he really take that risk though? One too many ifs for his liking. But maybe if he could signal to Clint and Natasha an inkling of what he wanted to do.

He casually put his hands behind his back and pointed to his back and then to the right to signal that he was going to take out that guy. He pointed to Clint without looking behind him, because he could tell which side he was on by the footsteps, and pointed to the left. He then pointed to Natasha and pumped left twice to signal her to go after Harry.

"Got it." Peter vocalized, making it seem both like a statement and a question. He heard a grunt from behind and took that as a yes so he put three fingers up and started to count down.

3…. 2…. 1….

Peter snapped a web at his intended target and the guy immediately was projected backwards by the force of his web, he was grateful that he altered his web-shooters to shoot faster.

He heard two more grunts and saw that Clint took the other guy holding Aunt May down with an arrow and Natasha had Harry in a choke hold.

"Oh thank god." Aunt May said with a shaky breathe on her knees.

"Hey, I got you." Peter said quietly as he brought his Aunt back to up and kept a supportive hand around her to keep her up.

Peter heard Natasha to his left telling Harry that he will be locked up for a long time and go back to where he belonged.

"I- uh- take it you two will be going to the same place." Clint said, having easily pieced together that these two knew each other, probably related.

"Uh.. yeah." Peter said awkwardly, not really sure what else to say.

"Thank you two as well. I was scared that something was going to happen. I willed someone would save me because I knew I couldn't leave my nephew." Aunt May said as she looked at Peter.

"No problem ma'am. Well I trust Spidey can get you guys home. Be safe." Clint said and Natasha nodded from where she still had a grip on Harry.

"I still win though, because one of you won't be alive by midnight." Harry laughed like a typical villain does.

"Well shit." Clint said as they all stared at each other in disbelief, wondering which one of them was the target.

Honestly, this is probably my least favorite chapter that I've ever written. I've had half of it on my computer for a while and I just finished it, but I'm honestly not sure how I feel about it as a whole. I'm going to start the next chapter now and see where that takes me and hopefully I will gain control of where this story is actually going to end up. Feel free to let me know what you think- and be honest- because if people don't like this direction then I may change the chapter. This just shows how indecisive I am about this.


p.s I've also come to realize that this is pretty short, but since I'm not sold on it myself I don't want to make it longer. If there were any chapter that I need the most feed back on it's this one.