Aaaaand another update :)

I think from this chap on there will be LOTS of fillers because all those stuff that happens to Peter, Jackie won't be there. Let's face it, she can't be 24/7 watching over him, right :P? on the bright side, the Avengers are making more appearance :D

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC Jackie Walker

Chapter IV

It was a long long way home. And I had to use my most hated transport method: THE SUBWAY. I hate the subway, I hate the long waiting, I hate how you always have to run thousand miles to catch the next subway train and how despite outside having a summer heat it's always freezing cold in the subway stations. If you ask me, subway stations are illegal ice-storage places, ventilator-test stations or secret ninja-penguin training organization, I don't know, I'm not even going to complain about how worse my day got.

YES, it couldn't get any worse than it already way. Much to my luck (or dismay, I don't know) Peter and I had to take the same subway train to get home, with the exception that I had to go off earlier and change the train.

Me and Peter were – beside some thugs and their snotty little girlfriends- in a train. While those people were talking and drinking beer, I took out my iPhone and played 'SkyBurger' on it. Peter occupied a whole bench for himself, lying there stretched out, asleep. I didn't notice how one of the thug tried to balance a beer bottle on Peter's head, until he suddenly woke up and jumped onto the ceiling, hanging there.

While doing that, Peter knocked the beer bottle over and it spilled over one of the girls clothes. I jumped off of the seat from Peter's sudden awakening, clutching my shirt, trying to calm down, and then looked up.

"Uh, Peter?" I asked and pointed at the ceiling.

He looked down at me like he didn't know he was the on the ceiling and then quickly jumped down.

"Disgusting! Now I smell like beer!" The thug's girlfriends complained in her shrill voice, that makes my ear bleed.

Bitch please, like you didn't smell like beer before Peter knocked the bottle all over you.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Peter apologized and put a hand on her shoulder, but couldn't get it off "I… I uh… I…"

"Get your hand off her!" The guy yelled and took a step closer toward Peter. I slowly backed away, fearing that a fight might start anytime. Technically I could help Peter right now, but firstly I know jack shit about fighting and second, seeing the whole hanging-up-the-ceiling-thing I doubt he's going to need my help.

"I'm trying… To get my hand…" Peter stammered. The thug grew impatient and angrily pushed him, with the result that his girlfriend's t-shirt got ripped off. She stood there beet red in a black lacey bra.

The thug now tried to attack Peter, but he easily dodged his fists so fast the guy fell down on the floor and hurt himself. The friend of the thug also made a move to attack him, but Peter managed to knock off too.

Both thugs were lying on the floor now, groaning in pain and defeated, while their girlfriends stood aside and watched Peter with fear. I just stood there in a small corner, gaping. Well, I knew that thanks to the spider bite Peter's going to have super good reflexes et cetera, but seeing him in action live in front of your is completely different then seeing it on a big screen.

The two girls helped the douchebags on the floor to get up and they quickly left the subway train on the next station, leaving me and Peter alone.

"Damn, that was…" I started and searched for the right words "That was… Good reflexes?"

"Uh yeah, I didn't know I had good reflexes…" Peter mumbled and scratched his head nervously.

We stood there in silence for a while, no one knowing what to say. I hope he doesn't think I'm scared of him now after that little stunt. Hm, I wonder if the right time comes, should I approach him about the subject spider bite?

The train stopped at the next station.

"I have to go off now." I said and pointed at the door "Bye!"

"Bye. I'll, I'll give you a call some time then!" he said while I walked out of the subway.

"Do that. Oh, and don't be scared of spiders!"

Before Peter could even ask me what I meant by that, the door closed and the subway train took off in a fast speed to the next station.

Well then, let's see if he's going to call me or not.

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"Sir, you have to see this footage from the subway."

"…Hm."

"He took out two thugs all by himself without having a single scratch."

"Does his files say something about martial art trainings?"

"No director. We believe it may have to do something with the spider bite. It may be connected to the research from his father, Richard Parker."

"Good. I think we are close. Keep watching him."

"Yes, Director Fury."

oOoOoOo

"Okay JayJay, I want you tell me every little details about the internship. Take your time and don't let anything you."

Tony made himself comfortable on my couch, legs propped up on the small table I rolled my eyes and dried my hair with a towel. On the way from subway to home it started to rain and of course I didn't bring an umbrella with me, like Steve always advised me to. In my defense I have to say that I didn't expect Tony to appear in the Iron Man suit at my balcony and abduct me to hell.

"I have a door." I said and pointed at said object "Use it. I hate how you land on balcony. It looks weird and it scares the shit out of some neighbors."

"Doors are for people with no imagination." Tony quotes Skullduggery Pleasant and smirked as I shot him a glare. I shouldn't have forced him to read this book, now he can't stop talking about them and comparing them to Harry Potter.

"I had JARVIS to look up that Rodrigo Guevara. Well, that boy wasn't him." Tony mentioned.

"Yeah I know." I replied and threw the towel away.

"Oh really? Care to tell Uncle Tony just who he was? Because I have the feeling you already know him."

"Midtown Science High School second best or something like that, I don't know."

"I was more thinking about a name."

I opened the fridge and too out a watermelon. "Peter Benjamin Parker. His father was Richard Parker."

Hearing that piece of information Tony suddenly became interested. "Richard Parker?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I think he used to work with that Connors dude from OsCorp."

I took out a kitchen knife and cut the watermelon in half, then in small triangle pieces. When I was little, I always thought if you eat the seeds, a watermelon would grow in my stomach, so I always refused to eat it until there wasn't any seed left. Now I know better.

"I've met Richard Parker once or twice. Brilliant scientist. Dad great goals for the world, maybe a bit… Extraordinary goals. A shame he died in a plane crash. He had a lovely wife." Tony estimated and took a bite from the watermelon.

Typical Tony. Of course you have to mention someone else's wife. Tststs, what you Pepper just say?

"And Connors?" I asked while putting some watermelon pieces back into the fridge. Those are for Steve, before Tony decides to eat them all.

"He's missing a right arm, right?"

"Yep." I popped the 'P' "I don't like him. He 'wants to create a world without weakness'. Sounds like a good thing, but personally I think shit is just going to happen."

"That's Connors for the outside world." Tony mused "Both of them wanted to change the world."

"Yeah I know. Cross-species genetics." I said and remembered what happened in the subway today. Should I tell him about it?

Tony looked at his watch. "Hm, I have to go now or else Pepper will take away my alcohol if I'm late." He stood up and walked to the door. Oh, you can leave my apartment through the door but not entering it?

"You still owe me the story!" Tony called over his shoulder before he disappeared.

I leaned on the kitchen counter and thought for a while. Obviously Peter is now a spider-human crossbreed. I wonder when he's going to know that though. Maybe I should just tell him that… Eh, he'll find it out sooner or later on his own.

So, Curtis Connors has got a thing for reptiles. I inwardly shuddered at the thought. I was never a big fan of reptiles. For some odd reason I'm scared of them. But turtles are okay, though I'm not sure if they count as a reptile. Does Connors want to cross breed human with a reptile? Hm, come to think of it, there was an enemy that resembled a lizard… I should have read the Spider-Man comics.

I looked at my iPhone on the table. No missed calls and no new messages from peter. A disappointed feeling welled up inside me. It was the same disappointment when I saw the Loki figurine on the Internet you could pre-order for 250$ at Hot Toy. I really wanted to have it but that time I already spent lots of money for some video games. I quickly shook the feeling off and tried to stay optimistic. It's late, he got bitten by a spider and got into a fight with some thugs in the subway (and won with ease), he has definitely got better things to do then calling me right now.

Convincing myself with that thought I plugged my iPhone in for recharge and went to bed.

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"Dr. Connors, uh… You don't remember me. I uh…"

"You're the intern from the other day."

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm sure you're a very nice young man, but this is a home. I'd ask you to make an appointment in my office."

"I'm Richard Parker's son."

"Peter?... I'm afraid I can't help you much, Peter. I don't know why they left or where they were going… Good reflexes."

"Thank you."

"I read your book."

"Oh?"

"Yeaht. It's something. So you really think it's possible, cross-species genetics?"

"Yes, of course. But for years your father and I were mocked for our theories, not just in the community at large, but at OsCorp as well. They called us mad scientists. And then your father bred the spider and everything changed. The results were beyond encouraging, they were spectacular. We were gonna change the live of millions, including my own. Then it was over. He… He was gone, took his research with him. And then I knew without him I… I… I was angry, so I stayed away from you and your family. And for that I'm truly sorry."

"Say… Say it worked. Say you got it to work. Like how much would the foreign species take over? What… What could be the side effect?"

"It's hard to say, considering no subjects survive. The problem was always…"

"Decay Rate Algorithm?"

"Right."

"Right. Can I uh…"

"Of course… Extraordinary. How did you come up with this? … Peter, how would you feel about coming to see me at the Tower one day after school?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you."

oOoOoOo

There is a person who has got a shadow. Where he goes, the shadow follows him. When he takes a step back, the shadow does the same. If he stands at a shop window to look at something, the shadow does the same too. The shadow won't disappear until it found out what Super Soldier; Captain America; ex-fine art student is up to.

The person of course is Steve Rogers. The shadow happens to go by the name Jackie Walker.

I have officially made it my mission to find out what the hell if going on with Steve. For good two weeks I have notices that he has been acting strangely. Like, he randomly stares into the thin air with a distant look on his face (a quite happy one, may I add), he even turned a bit clumsy (much to everyone's surprise, when he accidentally knocked Pepper's favorite vase over) and he doesn't eat much anymore. Today in the morning, when I offered him some fresh cold watermelon, he politely declined it! Normally Steve happily digs in without hesitation! And few hours ago, he came into my apartment, asking me if the leather jacket fits to the shoes, and what cologne he should use! In that moments I knew something was very wrong with him.

So the first thing I did when he left was grabbing my iPhone and dialing the 911 aka Tony Stark's number and told him everything about Steve. Well, big mistake, he didn't see what the whole deal was about (he merely suggested electric shock therapy). At least Pepper was a help. She said maybe Steve was seeing someone. I refuse to believe it because well, it's Steve we're talking about! You know what I mean by that.

After I thought about what Pepper said I decided to shadow Steve today. Letting Tony find out where he was, I grabbed my sunglasses, iPhone and bag and quickly followed him, making sure there was a safe distance between us.

Am I overreacting a bit? Yeah, maybe, but it's Sunday, my friends are out with their new lovers (who are all jerks, by the way) and I need something to do.

Steve stopped at a flower shop and went in. I watched from a distance how he came out with a small flower bouquet after ten minutes.

Okay, there's definitely something fishy going on.

Pushing my sunglasses back I waited for Steve to be good few meters away before going back to my shadowing. He made some turns and then stopped at a small café, holding the flower and looked at his watch every second, getting more and more nervous as the time passes by.

I was hiding behind a statue, ducking a bit and carefully looking over. I had a perfect view on the little café. Suddenly the memories from Stuttgart came back into my mind: The screaming people, Loki's infamous speech and several error tries to kill me. Ah well, Loki is now back on Asgard, so I don't have to worry about being choked to death by a God of Mischief now.

I looked at the time.

1.42 p.m.

And a missed call from Peter. I have to admit that I'm rather surprised he really did call me.

I made a small duck face and wondered whether I should call back or not. But that wasn't necessary when a familiar skateboard and CONVERSE shoes stopped in front of me. "Jackie? What are you doing here?"

I turned around to meet the owner of the voice, and surprise surprise, it was Peter. Without thinking I grabbed him by his arm and made us both sit down behind the statue, putting my finger on my lips, making shushing noises. "I'm shadowing my neighbor, and before you ask why, I'm bored and have nothing to do."

Peter raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask any further. He didn't make any moves to stand up and walk away (and pretending he doesn't know me), instead he just sat there with me.

I peeked over the statue and saw that Steve was still standing there. Peter did the same and nodded toward Steve, asking. "That tall blonde guy is your neighbor?"

I nodded as an answer. Just then a woman with dark brown curly hair, cherry red lips (I'm sure there are some lip sticks sticking on her teeth) wearing an elegant black dress and res high heels walked toward Steve. He handed her the flowers and she gave him a pretty smile.

I gaped at the whole scenery, not believing what I'm seeing at all. Strangely Peter was gaping too. Probably because of that beautiful woman. Men.

Steve then gave the woman a quick kiss on the lips, making my eyes almost popping out of my head, like in the old classical cartoons. Honestly, I don't even know why I'm finding this whole thing weirs. I mean, Steve is a young (maybe not so young anymore) handsome man and it's pretty much normal that he's got women swooning over him. Hm, maybe it's because I was sure that Steve's only love would be Peggy Carter. Come to think of it, the woman does looks a bit like Peggy Carter.

"We need to do something." I whispered to Peter seriously.

"We?"

"Well, I actually, but it looks weird if I'm sitting there alone, and he'll knows what's going on then." I explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which technically is.

I stood up. Peter did the same and looked at me with the do-I-even-want-to-know-what-you're-planning-look.

"We," I stated and pointed at the both of us "are going to drink some coffee and tea now."

And with that I grabbed him by his sleeves and dragged him to the café.

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