Calling him was harder than I expected. After everything that has happened calling him shouldn't be that hard. I didn't want to get taken away, but I also didn't want to bother him with my problems. I was on the roof, I always felt better in high places. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the call button. After a few rings, he answered.

"Hey kid. What's up?"

"Hi." My voice broke as I started to cry again.

"I'm on my way. Let's take a moment and focus on you breathing. Breath in and breath out. I'm a few minutes out."

I heard him before I could see him. The tell-tale sign of his repulsor beams and the wind hit and going past his suit. I could also smell the motor oil and expensive cologne before I could see him.

"What's wrong kid? Why are you on the roof of a hospital?" he asked.

"I don't want to go." I cried.

"Go where? Kid, you are scaring me. What's wrong?"

"She's gone." That's all I said before I started sobbing again.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairwell, I assumed it was child services so I hid myself behind him. He was about to question it, when the door opened and the child service agents came out.

"Mr. Stark! We apologize for interrupting but has a teenage boy, around 16 with brown hair and brown eyes, come up here recently?" the lady inquired.

"Yes. Peter Parker, correct?"

"Y-yes. How did you know?" the man questioned.

"Because I'm taking Peter with me. Now if you'll excuse us."

"Wait, Mr. Stark. You can't take him; he needs to be placed with a foster parent or a group home." The lady stated.

"No, he doesn't. He will be staying with me. You can send the paper work to me later. Now, let's go kid. Natasha made those pastries you love so much." He explained.

"Really?" I squeaked.

"Yep. You ready?"

I nodded my head, and saluted to the child services agents before I leapt into his metal covered arms before we take off for the tower. After hearing what he said to those agents gave me hope. The hope that I might still have a family. We spent the rest of the day eating some of those pastries that Natasha make, eating ice cream, watching movies, and me crying for Aunt May.

AN: I apologize that it has taken so long to update. I have been so stressed out with band, volleyball, school, and work. I hope you guys have had a better day and a better past few weeks than I have. ~Lots of love, Ariel