The next week went by in a flash of classes and Peter had decided to quit his after school jobs, now that he was going to have a government pay-check, he didn't need to work as hard and could instead invest his time into work to help others. Mr Delmar understood, but told Peter he'd always have a job there, and then as per usual he'd handed Peter his favourite sandwich, winked, held a finger to his lips and sent him on his way. Peter had later discovered that he'd gotten extra toppings. He'd miss working there, but for once he was putting himself first. He needed to figure out what was happening.

He remembered what his Uncle Ben always said, "with great power comes great responsibility". That usually meant always being willing to lend a hand to those in need, but Peter didn't mind. He'd never accept an award, like last month he'd had climbed a tree and rescued a little girl's cat, the only reward he needed was her smile and laughter as her cat had licked her cheek, it had been one of the best birthdays he'd ever had.

The Agent had come over and his Uncle and Aunt had both believed the story that he was going to be working as an intern at a local government facility and he'd be helping out wherever he was needed. The only catch, he couldn't discuss any of it, with anyone, not even them. It was all classified, the agent explained that Peter would be safe, and if he needed to talk to someone, he'd be assigned to a government psychiatrist. In the end, they'd agreed and he'd settle into his new rhythm. Wake up, go to school, go to work, come home, eat dinner, do his homework, brush his teeth and go to bed, wake up and start again.

Captain America was really nice, he had told Peter to call him Steve, but Peter was still struggling with that, so they'd compromised on Cap. Peter and Cap had bonded over their mutual sudden change. On weekends, Peter would occasionally meet up with Cap and have lunch. Then tragedy struck, Peter had been walking home after having lunch with Cap and bumped into someone. His newly dubbed 'Spider-Sense' had gone off, but he'd payed it no attention. That's when he heard it BANG. He ended up holding Uncle Ben in his arms as he passed, he'd screamed for anyone to help.

"Help! Please, someone help!" Uncle Ben had taken his blood stained hand and said "I Love You Pete, you've always been the son I never had. I love you. Now Pete, I want you to listen to me. I don't want you to do anything stupid, like go after the man who did this. I want you safe. Don't blame yourself, there was no way you could have ever known or done anything to stop this. If you only remember one thing I taught you, remember Pete 'With great power comes great responsibility'. I love you Peter". With that he'd taken a single deep breath, in and out and then he'd just stopped. Peter's entire world ended in that single night.

After the funeral, he'd been angry. He knew that he could hurt someone, so he'd looked himself away from everyone. He didn't go to school, he couldn't face leaving and not coming home to see him. He missed the way he'd come in every morning, whistling happily open his blinds and laugh when Peter groaned as the sunlight hit his face. Knock, Knock, Knock. Three knocks, just like Uncle Ben used to knock woke Peter out of his isolated world. Aunt May's voice called out "Peter, Steve from work is here.