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I hear voices.

They're blurry and unfocused, as if I am in an underwater cave.

The voices seem far away and strange yet they also echo.

My eyelids seem heavy like tons of weight and I can't bring myself to open them, but I can listen and try to understand what's going on.

No matter how hard I try I can't seem to remember what happened.

"How long do you think it will take?"

"I don't know, he's been out for two hours I would expect him at least out for a day, but he has some sort of healing factor so it's hard to guess."

They're talking about me, I think so anyway.

I groan as I finally regain feeling and notice the pain.

My right leg is in a large amount of pain, but it is bearable, same with my left wrist.

However, the pain in my lung isn't exactly what I would call bearable.

What happened?

And why is it so hard for me to remember?

Where am I?

I groan again whilst I try to lift my eyelids, only to have bright light shining in.

I flutter them closed and try to squint and see my surroundings.

"He's awake, Jarvis dim lights 25%."

The lights dim enough to open my eyes comfortably and so I open them only to come face to face with Bruce.

The memories come flooding back.

The Avengers.

Harry.

Aunt May.

The warehouse.

The falling ceiling.

Saving their lives.

"How are you feeling?" Bruce asks.

"Fine," I reply automatically, making Bruce frown.

That's when I notice Clint also in the room.

"Don't lie, how are you really feeling," he asks.

"Like a building collapsed on top of me," I croak out, "Oh wait, that did happen."

Clint let's out a chuckle and shakes his head, "You really scared us, you know?"

I smile, "It's gonna take a lot more than a falling ceiling to stop me."

"Yeah, but if you fight Rhino, Doc Ock, Vulture and Goblin, and then have a building fall on top of you, well let's just say it isn't pretty," Clint argues.

I sigh, but can't help but smile slightly.

"Jarvis, please inform the other Avengers that Peter woke up," Bruce interrupts.

"Of course Dr. Banner," the robotic voice of Jarvis replies.

The room is enveloped in a comfortable silence.

I can finally relax for a moment, no longer have to worry about my identity.

I suppose not much has changed, but I feel a sense of relief.

The Avengers wouldn't leave me to die in the warehouse, that means they must care at least a bit.

Before my thoughts can continue Tony bursts through the door shouting in a singsong voice, "He's alive! He's alive!"

I let a laugh escape my lips and the corners of my mouth twitch up.

"Was there ever a doubt?" I ask.

"It should be no, as you have super healing, but any normal person would have been dead the second they started coughing up blood, so you can say we were worried," replied Tony.

I smile again, this all just seems so perfect.

Wait, what happened to Aunt May?

"Where's my Aunt?" I ask, hoping they didn't leave her in the subway train.

"Right here."

I turn my head towards the door to see Aunt May walking in, Steve by her side and the other Avengers toeing behind.

She walks to side of my bed and holds my right hand, knowing that my left is in pain.

"How are you feeling?" she asks.

"Not that bad," I smile as a reply.

"You know we have to talk about this right? The whole Spider-man thing."

I nod.

"Are you feeling up to it now?" she asks calmly.

I sigh, I don't really feel like answering questions but I suppose there is no time like the present.

"I guess," I reply.

"Okay then, how?"

"You know dad worked for Oscorp?" I wait to receive a nod before continuing, "Well he created these genetically altered spiders, however, dad found out that Oscorp was going to use the spiders to create dangerous soldiers, so dad destroyed as much work as he could and added his DNA to the spiders, then he left to destroy the last of the work, he managed to destroy it but he and mum died due to a killer on the plane."

"Okay but that doesn't explain how you got powers," May points out.

"Well," I laugh sheepishly, "I kind of snuck into Oscorp and found my way into the spiders room, then one bit me and since I have some of dad's DNA it bonded with my DNA and gave me powers."

Aunt May nods at that and smiles, "Is that how you broke the basketball backboard?"

"Uncle Ben wasn't meant to tell you!" I exclaim.

"I figured it out," she smiles.

I laugh.

"But why did you become Spider-man?" Natasha asks, startling me and reminding me Aunt May and I aren't alone.

"Oh well, one night me and my Uncle had an argument that was all my fault, I ran out of the house and to a store, I tried to buy something but I didn't have enough money, someone robbed the store, I let him go and then he killed my Uncle. Uncle Ben told me that with great power comes great responsibility. It's pretty much the same as what Harry said," I sigh at the memory of my Uncle's death.

It was all my fault.

I shake my head of those thoughts and try to think of something else.

"You've had it rough," Clint notes.

"Yeah, how old are you anyway?" Steve asks, "You said something about eighteenth Birthday before you fell unconscious."

"Yup, I'm officially eighteen today."

"How long have you been the child of spiders?" Thor asks.

"About three years now," I reply.

"You started when you were fifteen?" Tony asks disbelievingly.

"Yes, though I also spent a few months looking for my Uncle's killer without a mask."

"Okay, well you should probably go back to sleep now, I'm sure you're still in pain," Bruce says, shoving everyone out of the door except Aunt May.

"Goodnight Peter, and happy Birthday," my Aunt says rubbing circles on my hand.

For the first time in a while, I smile a genuine smile as I close my eyes and loose consciousness.