New York 8:05 ET

Peter POV

"Achoo!" Man of all days to feel under the weather and go patrolling the same night. Speaking of the weather it's pouring and it has been going for the last three nights. I would've have waited til the weather had let up but I had been staving it off in order to complete my home work assignments for my college classes. And I haven't even started my freshman year yet.

I passed by another couple blocks and heard the Daily Bugle News in the distance. "Today we honor the sacrifice and memory of two heroic family members who gave their lives to protect this city." I stopped on top of a corner of a building and used my super senses to see the screens on the tower. Side by side, father and daughter's face lit up the screen.

"It was nearly two years ago today that both Capt. George Stacy and his Gwen Stacy were killed in the line of duty. Despite Spider-man's involvement, he was not arrested as a suspect that could connected to the two disasters linked with the Stacy's death. I don't know what going on with the police but they better get into shape into catching this masked menace."

My God, does he ever let up? No, I guess not. No matter how many times I told myself that these things can happen and I did what I could it still didn't convince me. Every night I see their faces. I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a shot go off. My spider senses immediately activated and directed me to the location.

At least my only comfort tonight is Aunt May spending the week over with some friends from in upstate New York. I reached my destination and propped myself on a side of a building looking over the roof where the trouble was at. A woman with fiery red hair was fighting off a couple guys almost twice her size and didn't look like she needed my help.

As I observed, I admired how she used her acrobatic skills to topple her opponents. Before I could completely get lost in her movements, my spider sense went off and directed to a man that she had knocked down earlier. He started to pull out a gun to aim at her.

I propelled myself off the wall and everything started to slow down. My eyes zoomed in on the man's gun and saw the safety being taken off. I stretched my hand out as his finger was settling into the trigger. A spurt of web shot out and plastered itself over gun and his hand. Without hesitating. I jerk my arm back, pulling the assailant towards me just as he fired his weapon. Luckily the bullet missed it's mark and hit one his buddies in the leg while fighting the woman.

"What the- What is this stuff?"

"That, my dear chap, is spider web!" I explained with a British accent.

"This used for naughty boys like you!" I finished by swinging him around to finish knocking the other guys out. I webbed them to the rooftop in case they regain consciousness even though they'll escape in a hour or two.

I turned around to the woman who looked soaked to the bone. Despite not being out of breath, she shivered under the cold rain which in turn I did too.

"Are alright miss? Achoo!"

She cracked a smile at my misfortune. "I should ask you the same thing. You look like you could use some soup."

"I've had worse to deal with than this. By the way why were these guys chasing you?"

"Because I was looking for you."

"Why?" I demanded, I got ready to jump away at a moments notice in case this was a set up.

"Because you may not recognize me much but I was on a news conference a couple months ago because of the S.H.I.E.L.D incident at the Triskelion."

It took a second for it too click. "I remember you. Yeah you were being confronted by those generals about why was S.H.I.E.L.D's secrets dumped on the internet. How are you holding up?"

She looked shocked at my question. But schooled her expression back to calm. "I'm alright now. I can tell you more but let's get out of the rain here. I have a place we can dry off."

"Then tell me where." I walked up to hold her while so we can swing off, but she held up her hand.

"My ride is two blocks from here. My apartment is somewhere in Brooklyn near Queens."

"Oh. So you live near-," I stopped myself before I messed up. Man, I must be really under the weather if I'm not feeling well enough to hide my identity well.

We got to street level and started to follow her to her car. I kept alert as best as I could. I don't even know if she was going to pull something. We reached her car and my spider sense was silent. Silent meant good or worse. Why am I escorting her again? Oh right, because that's what gentlemen do says my Aunt May.

As I got in after her I surprised to find warm towels spread over the seats. "Packed for the weather I see." I commented.

"Well it was raining for the last couple days. Here's an extra one Peter-" she cut herself off but it was too late.

Natasha POV

Crap. I must be freakin' slipping if I messed up that much. Before I could say anything that would throw him off my mistake, I was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed against the door. "Who are you? And how do you know my name?"

"Look, I'm just trying to reach out to you okay? Can you please loosen your grip-"

"No! I want my answers first!" Despite his show of control of the situation, I could feel him shaking. My heart beat started to go faster. I felt like I was back at the helicarrier, a couple years ago. Stuck under a pipe while Bruce is resisting the Hulk. Without knowing it at first my breathing got a little shallow and shaky. He loosened his grip on me but didn't let go.

"I know I spooked you there, but I don't use my strength to intimidate and hurt people like this. So chill. But I need answers so I can trust you." he spoke in a calming voice which almost obliterated my sudden fear of him. So strange, I'm wary but I suddenly feel like I could trust him already.

"My name is Natasha Romanoff a.k.a the Black Widow. I was an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D and I want to train you."

"Okay that's a start. For what?" He demanded, letting go of me and settling back into his seat.

"To help you better your skills and become more than a vigilante. You have potential." He didn't answer. I shifted the gears on drive and started towards the bridge. I left the doors unlocked and he hasn't jumped out yet so that's a good sign.

"I'm not leaving New York for all that spy stuff you know."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. "I had a feeling you would say that. There is plenty of crime to intercept here in New York."

"How long have you known who I was, Ms. Romanoff?"

Wow his aunt and uncle really taught him manners. "You can call Natasha. I have known about you three months after the lizard incident. I would have found out sooner but I was on a mission."

"Hmm," he nodded. I noticed him shiver a little despite the heater was on.

"Hey these windows are tinted so that we can see outside but no one can see in. You can take your mask off."

He shifted uncomfortably in weighing his options. With hesitation, he reached for the top of his mask and pulled it off with a tiny spray of water springing from his drenched hair. He reached for a towel and started to dry his head. "So after finding out who I was, did you put that in your report?"

"No. You were just a kid. I didn't want you to feel compromised or obligated to be recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D. The director wasn't happy about it but left it alone leaving the decision up to me to approach you. But around the time you were graduating, our agency fell, I had to cover my tracks from my long list of enemies and make a new cover. But what I didn't know was that you were handling harbingers of destruction at the same time. If I just went to-"

"Don't beat yourself up. You were going through your own obstacles and that was your priority."

"No. My priority was to keep an eye on you so you didn't have to lose people you care about. That was my job and all I cared about was myself. That's all I've ever done." I made a turn off the end of the bridge to make a straight route to my apartment. "I know this doesn't make up for anything that has happened-"

"Hey, don't do that. That's your guilt talking. If you didn't do all that stuff you said you were doing, us meeting wouldn't have been safe right?"

"Right," I sighed

"So I'm not upset. It's not something I'm going to hold against you."

There was a long silence between us until we reached the garage of the building that has my loft. "Just to let know if you do accept my training, I'm not going to go easy on you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way Natasha. So how about we start over," turned and extended his hand to me. "My name is Peter Parker, which you know of course because you stalked me."

"I was not stalking you!"

"Potatoe Potato. I'm almost nineteen, a student in Empire State University. I've been crime fighting since I was just about 17 and happy to be your student, fellow arachnid."

I shook his hand back. "Natalia Alianonva Romonova, preferably Natasha Romanoff. Was an Agent of SHIELD, an Avenger and your trainer which will make you regret agreeing to and no take backs. You will put class first before heroing around, I want you to do well in your studies or else. By the way what are you majoring in?"

"I'm majoring for biochemistry and minor in physics. Lately I've been using a lot of that against my opponents. And I really like science."

"I think you're modest when you say like science. I've read up on you. 2nd in his class, multiple class and competition awards. I'd say you love science. What do want to apply it to?"

"Research and applications. Mainly stuff to counteract against poisons, diseases and medicinal research. Other than that development in mechanics and inventions. I want to be able to do this stuff without making short cuts and sick dirty methods some people prefer to use. I mean it's people's lives you are supposed to helping not cheap stuff for profit."

Even though I have surprised by things more than just talking to kid about his dreams, but this isn't just any kid. He's even more than his alter ego right now.

"I see a rocky road with a bright future ahead of you Parker. You start now."

Midnight Natasha's Apartment

After Peter left I went to take a long warm shower to avoid going to bed with a cold. I couldn't help but be impressed by Peter being well mannered and mature for his age. When I came out, my phone was buzzing. While drying my hair with a towel I glanced over and saw Steve's number on the screen. I couldn't help but grin. We haven't really spoken to each other since I gave him that file from Keiv. Every now and then we would text each other to be sure we alive.

"Who is this," I asked in a thick Russian accent.

"Nice to hear from you again Natalia. I was starting to get worried."

"Worried? Really Steve, you worry too much."

"Am I now?"

"Yes. You're like the big cuddly teddy bear that wants to hug everybody's problems away."

"I am not like that." I could hear him laughing on the other end.

"Yeah you are."

"No I'm more like a ferocious lion."

"Oh, please, I snorted. "Hey Steve I need to talk to you about something. It's about Bucky."

"What is it?"

"Well... I ... you see," I'm stuttering. Why am I stuttering? I've been preparing myself for this.

"Natasha, you can tell me anything."

"You read my file right? The ones before and after I dumped HYDRA's secrets on the internet?"

"Yeah sort of, I mean you said I could. Do you want to talk about that."

"Sort of and something else. After D.C., I've been having these dreams and they focused a little on Bucky when I was being trained in the Red Room. Steve I think they are memories."

There was silence on the line. "Steve are you there?"

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm here. Are you sure about this?"

"Positive, I even went to a Dr. Banner and Dr. Richards and started a journal. Mind if I read them to you?"

"Sure go ahead."

So I did. From when Brushov took me off the streets and started to train me into espionage. I was telling him about my eighth birthday. I was dressed nicely in a expensive dress and we went to a hotel and had a nice dinner. Brushov told me that my first super secret mission was going to start that night. I was excited and asked him when. He told me tonight I was going to help bring an enemy to justice. After dinner he took me up to a hotel suite and told me to wait in here for the man. I was told to to go with a story that I was waiting for my parents to come back and let everything else play out. Supposedly I thought he meant they were going to arrest him.

So I waited. It was getting late and I thought that the man wasn't coming. So laid down on the bed and went to sleep. Next thing I know a hand is running up my leg and I awaken to the man Brushov told me about. I was so startled that I forgot about my lines and started to fight back. But he was stronger. Even though I was young, I knew of rape and what happened to unlucky orphans like on the street. I screamed for help and no one came to help me and nearly was beaten nearly to submission. He almost had his way with me, until someone tore him away from me.

When I summoned enough strength to look up, the man was lying dead on the floor stabbed to death and his arms twisted in a sick way. Standing over him was a masked man with shaggy hair and a metal arm, with a bloody knife in hand.