Catty: I was going to say a big long piece about what I wanted to include in this fic, but at this point, I'm way beyond that point and have, like, fifteen chapters of this thing written and depending on the response to this, thoughts for a sequel, so... I'll just say enjoy and expect lots of angst, followed by lots of family bonding because I have been writing this story so much I haven't had a decent sleeping schedule in days.

Peter had always known there was something weird about him. At first, it'd been simple things. He almost never experienced sickness, even at very early stages in his life when such a thing would have been expected. If that hadn't been enough to set off alarms, he found himself unusually strong for his size. Had he been a fighter – Or even had a basic interest in the various sports teams that his school offered – there could have been potential there for someone with a lot more bang for his buck. In his middle school years, there'd been a party and someone had thought to break into their parents alcohol cabinets and as the drinks were passed around, he really had no reason to stop himself from trying some. But, as fate would have it, no matter the amount he consumed his friends dropped like flies around him but he was unaffected – Barely even feeling lightheaded. Of course, that hadn't spared him a good licking from his Uncle Ben.

This, however, had always seemed normal to Peter. While he had some inkling that he was different, it had never been prevalent. It had never really mattered.

And all of a sudden, at fifteen, he'd found himself with powers – real powers that belong solely to him and the little things he'd remembered as a child had seemed insignificant. He'd been overcome by so much in so little time that those things had slipped from his mind completely. And then, if that hadn't been enough, when the truth behind all those things could have surfaced – A chance to learn who he truly was – instead he'd faced a wild goose chase, featuring people who could never have been his parents – Who'd died years before he'd been born.

And he'd come to learn just how many lies he'd faced. Slowly, like paint chipping away from an old and decaying wall, the truths around his reality began to take shape. The couple he'd come to call his aunt and uncle apparently had no relation to him. Uncle Ben's grandmother, so Aunt May claimed, had been a woman admired and revered in her times and had even known the great Captain America before he'd fallen under the ice. A handful of his teachers had revealed themselves as agents, under a top secret mission that they refused to admit once he'd uncovered it – Presumably for his own safety.

And, brick by painful brick, he learned the true intentions of so many people. Only his peers seemed to be spared this gathering and there was one in specific that Peter knew he could seek out and ask for help from. One who had the resources he needed and wouldn't rat him out.

"There's no match, Peter," Harry stated, handing him a file that bore the news he himself spoke in so many words.

Peter couldn't quite speak, opening the file and gazing upon the conformation he should have checked long ago. He'd been so blind to think that all these clues left specifically for him to find would have been anything but a trap. He'd so badly wanted to know the truth he hadn't even considered it all be a ruse.

"Who were they?" Harry inquired, giving the silent Peter a significant look.

"Well, according to several sources..." Peter took a deep breath, unsure if he wanted to say it out loud. It was like finally admitting that all the time he'd dedicated to the search – All the answers he'd sought after – They meant nothing. Even if he knew it to be true, it was hard to accept, "The one man was my father."

"Your father?" Harry widened his eyes, confused, "Well… Maybe it has to do with your… Condition, Pete. Maybe things got changed around and-"

"That would make sense, wouldn't it?" Peter chuckled, bitterly, "You'd think they planted that one, too. Everything turned out so perfectly. The amount of planning that probably went into this… I couldn't even imagine."

"Pete..." Harry's expression became concerned, but it was obvious he wasn't sure what to do in this situation.

"I know, Harry," Peter sighed, leaning back in his seat and sliding his hand through his bangs in exasperation, "But they wouldn't go through all this effort for just anyone, right? Obviously, whoever my real parents were, they had to be important. Whatever they did put me in so much jeopardy that becoming Spiderman wasn't enough to tell me the truth."

"Peter… Maybe there's a reason that they did all of this," Harry sat down on a nearby chair as well, leaning forward a bit. "With everything that's happened in the last few years. The number of bad guys that show up have only increased in difficulty. The death of… Anyways, it's a lot going on and maybe it's not safe to pursue this. At least not right now."

"It's not like this is new," Peter laughed, "We've both had a lot coming at us for a while, Harry."

"I suppose so," Harry let out a small smile, moving to rest his back against the chair.

"Well, whoever they are..." Peter looked out the window, watching a bird fly across his vision, "I hope that my parents are at least doing something good, right now."

"I'm sure they're heroes, Pete."

A few floors away, a young woman working at a computer excused herself for a coffee break, removing her headphones and swatting a coworker, playfully, when he asked if she was going to meet with someone. They laughed and she let herself out of the room, the badge clipped to her belt swinging slightly as she moved.

Pulling into an empty hallway, she made her way to a closet, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching before she entered. Positive that she was alone, an earpiece was pulled from a pocket inside her jacket and she turned it on, waiting a moment to allow the thing to boot up.

"Hello? This is Agent Blake. I'm reporting in on Project Lehigh."

"Mame, all projects prior to Incident C-V 215 have been cancelled."

"That's impossible. This entire operation is still in full effect."

"We have no records on any projects prior to Incident C-V 215."

"Put me through to someone else."

"Agent, I don't have the auth-" She furrowed her brow in confusion as the other was cut off, only to have a second voice come back through.

"Agent Blake," the other voice said, "This is Agent Coulson. What is your update?"