Peter sat on top of the building across the street from S.H.I.E.L.D, the only thing that covered him was the darkness of the night. The last couple of days were what lead him to his current position.

Peter swung Jackson and his siblings one by one to the nearest police station.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Jackson nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay, you know the rules. I'm not going to help again. One time offer. If you walk through the station doors, you're going back into the system. I can't help you."

Jackson hesitated then nodded. Peter nodded as well. "Okay. Good luck." And with that, he swung away and watched as all three kids walked into the station.

He needed up back in the tunnels staring at a crying Savannah.

"Why did you do that? You know what's waiting for them when they go back into the system."

"It was their choice," Peter said for the millionth time.

"A stupid choice. You are supposed to be helping and you allow for them go-"

"I am helping! I help ever damn time, I go out and steal food for you. I'm risking a lot, the possibility of getting caught. What I'm not going to do is keep kids who don't want help. You always have a choice on if you want to stay. You know what life you might have in the system and you know what life will be like with me. It's your choice. It's thier choice!" Peter's voice raised in octaves with every word.

Savannah stared at the black spider on his chest as it rose and fell unevenly. Looking at the mask, she sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"No you meant for me to feel guilty about something that I have no control over!"

"That's not true," and she truly sounded offended. Silence filled the tunnel as they stared at each other. It was a cough and a sneeze that caught their attention. All eyes fell on Gabriel. Savannah rushed over and placed her hand in his forehead.

"Is he sick?" Peter asked as he stared at the nine year old. Savannah ignored him and went over to a bag that was sitting against the wall where she pulled forward a bottle of nyquil.

"How long has he been sick?" Peter questioned.

"Maybe a day or two, I don't know, it's hard to tell time down here."

Peter ignored the snarkiness in her tone. "Where did you get the NyQuil?"

"The store."

Realization dawned on Peter as he watched the girl feed her brother the medicine. "You went above ground."

"My brothers sick, of course I did."

"Savannah-"

"Save it Spiderman. These two are my family. They're all I have left." Peter watched as she tucked a blanket around the two boys who laid down to go to sleep. Standing she walked back over to the vigilante.

She watches him watch her brothers as a question burned in her mind. "Can I ask you something?"

Peter looked at her, inviting her to go ahead. "We've known each other for a year and I know nothing about you."

"That's not a question."

"Right. I guess my question is, do you have family?"

The thought of May first came to mind causing his eyes to burn. She was his only family. "Uh…" he tried as he looked down.

"Peter," she whispered softly causing his head to pop up. Panic rose in his chest as his eyes widened behind the mask.

"Excuse me?"

Looking back at the two boys, she grabbed his arm and pulled him further away from them. Releasing his arm, she pulled something from her pocket. It was the white letter. The one he had been frantically searching for, for the past couple days. He managed to loose the paper after coming down here yesterday.

Snatching it out of her hands, he asked in a hard time, "Where did you get this?"

"The day Jackson announced he wanted to leave, as you left it dropped out of your bag. Don't worry nobody read it but me."

Peter rained silent as he absorbed the news. "You had no right."

"I know, but I was curious. I didn't mean any harm."

"Well, forget about it."

"Did you know?" Savannah asked ignoring his comment.

"Did I know what?"

"That Richard and Mary weren't your real parents."

After moment, Peter shook his head no. "What about this Vanessa person?"

"I don't know who she is."

Nodding, Savannah glanced at the boys who were now sleeping. "Are you going to find her?"

"I don't know where to start even if I wanted to."

"Why not start with S.H.I.E.L.D?" Peter stared at her, tilting his head to the side. "I know it says stay away but what if they have information on her?"

"The letter clearly says-"

"I know what it says, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try."

"How do you propose I do that?"

Savannah shrugged. It's a government building so it's probably key card accessable. Get a key card."

"And from there?"

"I don't know, but do you want me to let you in on a secret?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued. " I would give anything to know who my parents are."

S.H.I.E.L.D sat in front of him, dark and mysterious looking. Peter watched as agents exited the building for the night before his eyes found a way to a window that was open. Once the coast was clear, he shot a web to the light pole before letting gravity take over.

The night air rushed past him as he landed on the wall just below the window. Crawling up quietly, he looked through to see an office. Sitting behind the desk was a familiar face. The same face he saw a couple of nights ago at the cemetery.

Agent Phillips.

The man had his head thrown back as a loud and thunderous snore escaped his lips. Glancing around once more, Peter pulled himself up and through the window, landing on the ground with a light thud. The sound of the snores continued as Peter stood and looked around.