Omg I did not expect so much positive feedback for something I wrote in an hour :) so thanks to everyone, and I made this chapter a lot longer because of you all.

As I walked behind the waiter and the nice old lady, my palms were sweating. There were so many 'what ifs' going through my head that I could not even begin to count them all. What if they figure out who I am? What if they try to get to know me? What if they become suspicious of me? Those were just a few of the ones going through my head.

When we walked past the table the Avengers sat at I tried to ignore them as to not bring attention to myself. I realized a moment later that since I was the only one not paying attention to them, I stuck out more. Inwardly cringing, I continued to ignore them as paying any attention to them now would look weird.

Sitting down at our table, I dug my nose into the menu that the waiter had provided for us. I peeked over it for a second just to see if the Avengers were looking at me. I almost let out a sigh of relief when I found that they were much more interested in their own food and each other than anyone else in the restaurant. Now a little more relaxed, I actually take the time to read the menu over. It was like any other menu and after little thought I decided to order the least expensive thing on it. Despite the hunger I felt, I did not want to cost the nice old lady that much money. I may be living off the streets for three months, but I have managed to avoid stealing so far. I would rather starve than have to resort to that.

"What would you like to drink?" The waiter's question brought me out of my thoughts.

"I'll have an iced tea and he would like a huge strawberry smoothie," nice lady ordered before I could answer that I wanted water. "You do like strawberries, right dear?"

"Yes, but you don't-" I started to protest.

"Nonsense, you're way too skinny and helped me without expecting anything in return." She interrupted my protest in an almost motherly tone. It made my heart ache at the thought of my own mother and Aunt May. "Now you're going to sit there quietly while I return the favor and help you in return."

Realizing that I was in no way going to change her mind, I obeyed her. I was not sulking, I was resigning to my fate that I had no control over at the moment. The nice old lady just giggled at my expression and went back to looking over the menu. I was reconsidering the nice part of 'nice old lady'. That reminds me: I do not even know her name.

"Ummm... Mrs.?" I say quietly, blushing over the fact that I followed someone into a restaurant whose name I did not know. Part of me argued that she did not make my spidy-sense go off, so I knew it was okay to follow her. Even though that was true, all of the lessons I learned growing up told me that I should not have followed this lady.

"Oh, how rude of me," She seemed to realize that we did not know each other's names as well. "I am Margret Beader, but everyone calls me Gran. I expect you to call me it as well..."

"Peter," I answer the probing for my name.

"Peter's a nice name. It reminds me of a friend who had a nephew named that, who she took in after his parents died in a car crash." She said, her voice fond. "It's such a shame that she died from a heart attack not too long ago."

"You knew Aunt May?" I asked before I was able to stop myself.

She was about to answer when there was a huge commotion coming from where the Avengers were. I was surprised, as talking with Gran, I had totally forgotten about them. Apparently they were leaving and everyone chose that time to go ask for photographs and signatures. Distracted, I took a moment to look at them.

Tony Stark aka Ironman was the one that stuck out the most. He was in what looked to be a million dollar suit and was smiling his signature smirk as he willingly signed signatures and posed for pictures. A pair of expensive sunglasses were resting on top of his perfectly styled hair.

Black Widow stood out the second most as she was the only girl of the group. She did not look like she enjoyed the attention as much as Tony did. In fact she gave off the feeling that she would rather not be the center of attention, albeit shared among the rest of the Avengers. Dressed in casual clothes, that did not suit her in my opinion, she gave the impression she was irritated. She reluctantly allowed her picture to be taken, with some prompting from Tony, and signed only a couple of things.

Next was Captain America who was obviously not used to the attention. He had a lost look on his face as he got asked many questions. He did sign things despite his confusion, and allowed people to take photos with him.

Last but not least there was Hawkeye. He was okay with the signing and he made it look like he was okay with the pictures. I would think that he was if it weren't for the stiffening of his shoulders every time there was a flash. I saw as each time he got a little overwhelmed with the flashes that he tended to drift towards Black Widow for some sort of assurance or support. Though some of those times I think he gave assurance to her when she got a little too tense to be safe.

Shaking my head, I bring my attention to Gran as she likes to be called. I glance at her and relize that she was probably around the age Aunt May would be if she was still alive. The thought sent a jolt of pain through me. I try to hold back tears at the thought. It is still hard for me to think about her death. She was the only loved one I had left and I tried my best to protect her. But no one can protect someone from their own body.

"Aren't they amazing?" Gran asked me, bringing me out of my sorrow. "We are so lucky that they were there since Spider-man stopped helping out the city. It's such a shame, he made such a difference. Anyway, I'm not sure that I would still be alive if they weren't there to save me."

That statement had me, for the first time in a while, feel like that maybe that Spider-man was a good thing. If someone who possibly knew Aunt May thought that Spider-man was someone who made a difference, it might not be so bad being Spider-man. I quickly dismissed the thought, being Spider-man has caused more bad than good. Instead, I focused on something else.

"So you know Aunt May?"

I know it is still not that long but I tried my best. Also expect weekly updates at best soon. Sorry, Peter does not meet the Avengers just yet, but do not worry I will be working on it.

Ps. What do you think of Gran? Her role as a major character was not planned but took shape as I wrote the chapter and then I decided to keep her as an important character.