Harry Potter: Syndicate of Heroes

Peter rapidly shook his head.

"Come on, let me introduce you around," Harry said, waving him to follow him over to the twin tables that had been pushed together for the Avengers to eat at. "Everyone, this is Peter Parker, also known as 'Spider-Man'."

"Tony, I'd think, you'd already know," Harry started. "Next to him is Doctor Bruce Banner, otherwise known as the Hulk. Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton – Black Widow and Hawkeye respectively. Next to Clint is Agent Bobbi Morse from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"If we're also giving out code-names, you might as well know that mine is Mockingbird," the blonde woman stated.

Peter nodded as Harry continued.

"And last, we have Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America."

"Nice to meet you, son," Steve said, rising to shake Peter's hand. "Sorry we couldn't get there in time to help against the Lizard; we were on the wrong side of the country, only got in to New York early this morning. Although from what Harry tells us, you didn't actually seem to need our help."

"I'd never turn down help from the Avengers," Peter said quickly.

"And I'd assume that if you were called on, you'd be willing to help them out as well?" Agent Morse asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Sure," Peter shrugged, unsure exactly what sort of situation the Avengers couldn't handle by themselves.

"Good," Agent Morse nodded. "We'll sit down together later and go through some details."

"Agent Morse is our S.H.I.E.L.D. liaison," Harry explained.

"That web stuff, is it organically produced or did you make it?" Stark asked.

Peter's eyes bugged. "Produce it? No! Ewww. That's just …" he shook his head, trying to dispel the mental image that Stark had put in his head. Finally, he calmed himself enough to answer properly. "The line's an Oscorp design that I've modified slightly. I created some web-shooters that I wear on my wrists to shoot webs as I need them."

"I think you need to brush up on your biology, Stark," Natasha stated. "What spider have you ever seen producing webs from their legs?"

"Nat's right," Clint agreed. "Besides, could you imagine seeing the kid swinging around New York from lines shot out of his …"

Two hands, one from Black Widow, the other from Mockingbird, clamped over Clint's mouth preventing him from finishing that sentence, a sentiment that Peter was extremely thankful for.

"Pull up a chair," Harry said, "and I'll get you some food. You, too, Gwen."

"But I'm no hero," Gwen protested, even as Peter began tugging her forward.

"Yes, you are," Peter countered. "Who produced the antitoxin to counter the Lizard formula? You did."

"You produced that?" Bruce and Tony asked simultaneously.

"If you can do that, then I'll hire you here and now," Tony continued. "Stark Industries is always looking for the best and brightest. You, too, Parker."

"Thank you, Mister Stark, but I already have an internship with Oscorp," Gwen replied.

Stark made a sour face. "What would you want to work with that two-bit wannabe corporation for when you could work with the best?"

Peter eyed Gwen and Stark, two parts of him warring with each other: his loyalty to Gwen and his excitement at getting his own internship, not to mention the little extra cash would be nice to help Aunt May out with.

"I'll take you up on it, if you've got an internship going, that is," Peter blurted.

"Well, at least one of you has some sense," Stark beamed. "And bring some of that webbing of yours over and your web-shooters as well and we'll see if we can't give them a bit of an upgrade."

A plate of chips, a couple of burgers and two milkshakes floated down onto the table in front of he and Gwen and Peter looked up and around to find Harry waving a stick (his wand?), obviously directing the food to its destination.

Automatically, Peter dug into his back pocket for his wallet.

"I remember telling you once before that heroes don't pay here," Harry said.

"You better believe him, kid, he won't even let any of us pay," Clint stated, popping a chip into his mouth. "Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"How about you tell us a bit about yourself, Peter," Steve said with a smile.

Peter took a look around at the encouraging smiles and felt an encouraging squeeze of his hand from Gwen.

"Well, like Gwen said, I go to Midtown High where I'm top of my class," he began.

"Are you sure about that?" Gwen asked, her blue eyes sparkling and a pointed raised eyebrow daring him to continue.

The look was enough to cause everyone around the table to burst out laughing and Peter felt the tension that he'd been holding since he'd walked in melt away.

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