Peter looked up from his textbook when he heard his phone. Frowning, he tapped the button and connected the call. "You never video call dad. What's up?"

"Just making sure you're where your tracker says you are." Tony studied the details he could see in the background. Definitely Peter's bedroom at school.

"I'm in my room, in Boston. If you want to get specific, I'm actually I'm Cambridge because that's that's where the house is that you bought. Seriously, what's wrong." Peter pulled the phone closer to him and studied the expression on his dad's face.

"I'm sending you a video clip from about ten minutes ago. Bobby hasn't discovered some kind of teleportation ability has he?"

Peter frowned and tapped the file on his tablet that just came through. It showed a news clip of Spider-Man pulling people out of a turned over bus. In Queens. Except it wasn't him. "Dad, that's not me." He looked closer. "He's smaller than me. And the suit looks homemade." He looked back at his dad. "I swear it's not me."

Tony nodded. "I just wanted to make sure. I know you're struggling a little being so far from home." He paused and looked back at the video. "What do you think, wanna be superhero?"

Peter backed up the video and froze it. "He's sticky." He looked back at Tony, "Think FRIDAY can track him down?"

"Yeah." Tony looked at Peter. "I'll let you know when she finds him."

Peter gently landed on the rooftop. A figure was sitting on one of the parapets with his legs hanging over the edge. He looked like he was wearing all black except Peter knew he had a crimson spider on the front. He really liked how the suit had turned out. He approached the figure and sat on the parapet next to him and swung his feet over the side.

"Thanks for the suit."

Peter had already seen the file FRIDAY had put together and knew how young the kid was. "Looks good on you."

"I was worried that you were going to be mad because I took your name but then I argued that if you made me a suit you couldn't be too mad." The kid looked over at Spider-Man, The Spider-Man. Miles didn't know what he was thinking. There's no way he could fill the shoes of Spider-Man. He wasn't a hero.

Peter smiled, although with the mask on he knew the kid couldn't see it. "I'm not mad. I am curious though."

"About how I got these powers?" Miles looked over at Spider-Man, trying to figure him out.

"Among other things, but yeah, let's start there."

"I was hanging out in one of the abandoned subway tunnels, working on a graffiti project and a spider bit me." Miles looked over at Spider-Man. "Is that how you got yours?"

"Spider bite, yes. I was on a field tip and stumbled into a lab with all of these animals and insects in containers. One of the animals jumped and it scared me. I bumped into the table with all of the cases holding the spiders and knocked them all off onto the floor." Peter looked over at Miles. "So, it's probably one of those that bit you because they all scattered when the containers broke." Peter shuddered remembering all of the spiders. He was just as arachnophobic today as he was then. "Sorry." He hadn't really thought about what had happened to all of the other spiders.

Miles shrugged. "It's ok. So did you get really sick after you got bitten?"

Peter nodded. "It was like a horrible case of flu. I really don't get sick now unless I'm hurt."

Miles smiled. "The healing part is pretty cool."

Peter nodded. Based on what he remembered Osborn saying he thought there might have been different varieties of the Super Soldier serum in the spiders. He was curious if Miles' abilities were different. "Just a heads up, broken ribs, a 4 inch knife wound, and the flu will knock you on your rear. If your healing factor is like mine it'll triage the wounds which means you end up with the flu." And you will completely freak your father out Peter thought to himself. Of course they hadn't know Tony was actually his father then. But, thinking back, Tony was acting like a parent way back then too.

"Did you have problems with the stickiness? I still get stuck to things." Miles didn't love the sticky aspects. It came in handy and he figured it was part of it but he hated randomly getting stuck to paper when he wasn't trying too.

Peter shook his head. "I've always been able to control it. I think it has something to do with the way my brain is wired." He held out the arm of the Iron Spider suit and retracted the glove and then reformed it. "Nanotech. Not everyone can control it. I'm pretty sure it works the same way the stickiness does." He looked over at Miles who was still staring at his arm. "I have a lot of trouble with sensory overload though."

Miles shook his head. "That part doesn't bother me as much."

"Be glad. There was an accident in the chem lab at school a couple years ago and I got completely overloaded. Smell, sound, touch...you name it. I still have problems from time to time." Peter looked over at the younger boy. The scientist in him found all of this fascinating. Another part of him wanted to know the rest of it. "Why did you decide to become Spider-Man?"

Miles sucked in a breath. "My dad's a cop. My uncle...my uncle has always been on the other side of the law." Miles didn't know everything his uncle was into but he knew a lot of it wasn't good. "So I've always had this pull between the two of them. I don't always get along with my dad and my uncle has always been there when I need someone to talk to. But I see what they both go through and why they do the things they do. It dawned on me one day that they both chose their path because of the same reason." He looked over at Spider-Man, "There are some really bad people out there. To survive, you either fight against them or you become them. My uncle isn't a bad guy, he just isn't strong enough to fight against them. My dad isn't strong enough to fight against them either but he does it anyway." Miles looked out over the city. "After the spider bite, I am strong enough."

Peter looked at the boy and then turned to look out on the city too. "It's a lot to take on."

"I know, and I'm not trying to fill your shoes. I'm just trying to do what I can around me." Miles paused and then turned and looked at Peter. "I've heard both my uncle and my dad talk about you. I always found it interesting that, despite being polar opposites, they both think a lot of you. My dad would talk about how Spider-Man had stopped a mugging or a robbery and had left the bad guys neatly wrapped up for them. And how it made their job easier. There are never enough cops and always too many bad guys. My uncle met you once. You saved his life. It was right after you started hearing about Spider-Man. I don't know all of the details but it was around the time when you took down that Vulture guy. I just want to try to make a difference like you do. Maybe stop my dad or my uncle from getting killed. When I got bit, no one had seen you for a couple weeks. I thought I could fill in for you while you were gone." Miles looked over at Spider-Man. "If you're back..."

Peter shook his head. "I haven't been around because I'm at college. So if you want to fill in for me while I'm gone I'm ok with it."

"Really!" Miles grinned at Spider-Man. "That's awesome."

"Just don't try to take on too much. Just help people out. If you run across anything too big to handle yourself, I left a way to contact me with the suit." Peter paused, "or if you ever just need someone you can trust. Spiders need to stick together." Peter pushed up to a standing position. "Good luck kid." Flinging his wrist he shot a web as he dove off the building. After all this time he still loved the feeling. He took his time getting back to the tower. He really couldn't swing like this at school. His time spent as Spider-Man was reduced to when he thought he could get away with no one seeing him.

Tony saw the glint of the gold on the Iron Spider suit as FRIDAY told him Peter was nearing the tower. He watched him approach and then gently land within a couple feet of where he was standing. "How did it go?"

Peter retracted the mask, then let the rest of the suit retract into the nanohousing on his watch. "He's a good kid." He shrugged. "It's kind of weird...it's almost a relief that he's patrolling. I think he's doing it for the right reasons."

Tony nodded and continued to study his son's face. Spider-Man meant a lot to Peter so the fact that he was willing to share the name was a big deal. "The number is set up to go to FRIDAY. If he needs help she can send an SOS. If he just needs someone to talk to she'll connect him to Karen."

Peter nodded and looked at the skyline. He missed this. Boston wasn't the same but he knew college was something he needed to do. "Thanks dad."