Peter had long got Sarah back to the tunnels and returned to his perch in an abandoned building. The place he has called him for the last year since leaving his foster home.
The envelope that say on his aunt's grave stared back at him. It wasn't wet or had any stains of any kind on it meaning it was just placed there. Possibly by that woman who was chasing him.
Flipping it over, he took out the contents of the envelope. A paper and a photo fell out into his lap. Staring at the photo, he saw a young woman smiling brightly at him. Her brown eyes smiled at him as her long brown hair framed her face.
Opening the paper he found words written delicately on its surface.
Dear May,
I don't know why I'm writing this? It makes no sense to me, seeing as you will never read it, but it helps. It's easier than having to come talk to your grave not knowing if you can hear me. I didn't want to risk getting caught. They're still looking for me. I'm so sorry I couldn't attend your funeral in person. I feel awful about it, but I hope you understand.
Truth is, I just wanted to thank you. I know coming from me, this might be a shock especially after what happened. I wanted you to know, I don't blame you. You were only doing what was best for him. He's a child and doesn't know any better. It wouldn't have made any sense to him.
Anyway, thank you for looking after Peter. When he was taken from me, I vowed to get him back someday, but when I saw how happy he looked with Richard and Mary I couldn't bring myself to take that from him. Then they died and I thought this was my moment. Then he looked so happy to be with you.
All I want is his happiness. You've done a good job May, raising him. I saw him the other day visiting your grave and I can tell you he looks like a fine young man. I am forever grateful and very happy you took him in after finding out the truth. I pray one day, he will get to know me, not as the mother that he was taken from but a woman who would do anything for him.
This is a horrible thing to say, but I'm hoping he finds this letter so he can know the truth. I know you wrote him a letter but I know you never had a chance to give it to him. Peter my sweet boy, if you are reading this, please be careful. I know you're somewhere out there alone and scared. Don't trust anyone. Don't trust S.H.I.E.L.D.
Gosh I'm rambling, well writing rambling, if that's even a thing. Anyway, once again thank you May Parker for taking care of my baby boy.
Vanessa Foster
Peter stared at the letter with wide eyes as he looked at the picture that was still in his hand. Confusion filled his small frame as he read through the letter multiple times, burning the words into his mind.
Looking up to the night sky, Peter shoved the letter and photo in his pocket before grabbing his web shooters.
Next thing the fifteen year old knew he was swinging towards the cemetery, he just left today. Wind in his face told him that he wasn't wearing his mask but part of him didn't care. He needed to find that woman. He needed clarification. He needed answers.
Peter arrived at the cemetery moments later, hearing his heartbeat in his ears as he looked around. The quietness of the place set his senses on high alert as he walked slowly over to his aunt's grave. The flowers were still there but that was it. Glancing around, he hoped to see the woman who was here earlier but all he saw was trees. His spider senses buzzed a little but overall remained quiet. Peter just chalked it up to being on high alert.
Nobody was there. Or so he thought.
Little did Peter know, standing across the street, in a house sat a woman and a man.
"The boys back," the woman announced. The man looked up at her before shoving the last of his sandwich in his mouth. Standing he joined her at the window. Passing him the binoculars, she stepped aside.
"About time, I thought he would never show. He's late though." She said thoughtfully.
"How so?"
"He visits Parker's grave everyday around the same time. Today, he came at night. Why?"
"Ah. Maybe that's why."
"What?" She asked as she looked out the window. When he didn't respond, she jabbed him in the side. "What, Phillips?"
"The boy has a letter in his hand. It might be the same letter that we saw Spiderman taking earlier today." He replied.
"How can you be sure?" She asked.
"Peter Parker is one of the Foster Seven. Spiderman apparently knows where they all are. He could have found the letter and given it to him. Question is, Hill, what do we do?"
Maria Hill looked at her partner before reaching into her phone. "We call Fury."
"And tell him what? That we found the boy visiting his aunt's grave and he has a letter. A letter, to which we don't know anything about."
"I saw Foster deliver that letter moments before Spiderman came and took it."
Agent Phillips looked at her. "Do you think the boy knows?"
Agent Hill shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. I don't know but I'm not taking any chances." Phillips watched as Hill spoke quickly and quietly into her phone. Seconds later she hung up.
"Well?"
"Fury wants us to bring him in."
Phillips raised and eyebrow at that. "Should be easy."
"Fury also said, be careful. The boy could be dangerous."
"How dangerous can a fifteen year old be?"
Hill rolled her eyes as she turned out the lights.
Peter stood at the base of May's grave staring at the letter in his hand then back at the headstone. Neither one providing answers. His spider senses kept flaring up but it was more like a buzz. An annoying buzz.
"What letter Aunt May?" He asked out loud but wasn't surprised when he didn't receive an answer.
The hairs on his arms started to stand up as his spidey senses took over. No longer a little buzz, this time it went full on. Looking to his right, he saw a man walking towards him slowly. He wore a suit and a tie with a pair of sunglasses even though the sun had set long time ago. He screamed federal.
As the man got closer, his spidey senses were screaming at him to run. Clenching the letter, he turned to face the man who had long stopped walking. Seconds later a woman came up. She took had dark hair but unlike the woman from before, this one was short and pulled back into a small ponytail.
"Peter?"
If the boy wasn't on alert by then, he sure was now. "Peter Parker?" The woman called.
"How do you know my name?" Peter demanded. The man snorted.
"Your face is all over the news."
Of course, Peter thought silently chastising himself.
"We don't want to hurt you," she said softly. Right, and I'm the Easter Bunny. Peter wanted to say but instead he opted to stay quiet.
"My name is Maria Hill. This is Johnny Phillips."
"What do you want?"
"We're here to take you someplace safe."
"Yeah where's that?"
"A place called S.H.I.E.L.D."
Peter frowned as he looked down at the letter in his hand.
Don't trust S.H.I.E.L.D.
That's what the letter said. Looking back at the two adults in front of him. Panic set in him as he turned and ran. Phillips let out a string of curse words that would have made a sailor happy as the sound of feet hitting the ground reached Peter's ears.
Rushing into the trees, he looked around for a way to escape. The sound of the agents continued to grow closer.
Shooting a web into the air, he watched as it took hold of a tree and allowed for that to take him high into the air. Leaving the sound of the agents behind.
Maria Hill looked around the forest once more as Phillips stared at the boys tracks.
"They stop here, then they disappear," he announced.
"Tracks don't just disappear," Hill snapped.
"Maybe a little spider freak came and took the boy away. I mean he did have the letter from earlier." Hill released a sigh as she grabbed her phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"Fury. Someone has to tell him we lost the boy."
