A/N: This is a relatively short chapter. I just wanted to post to let you all know that the story is NOT being abandoned. I just need a little time to figure out how I want to get the plot of the story moving. I feel like it's at a stand still right now…..Happy reading! Please Review.

Peter made it back to Queens and managed to slip into the tunnels without being seen. His eyes locking in on the dark area, as he made his way down further down to the last stop where he left Savannah and her brothers. As he neared the location, his eyes slowly narrowed when they fell on the empty spot. Their blankets were neatly folded and placed on the ground along with the rest of their stuff. Next to all of that was a rock sitting on a white piece of paper.

Rushing forward, Peter picked up the white object and read the neat handwriting.

Spiderman,

I took the boys up above for a little while. They needed fresh air, Gabe and Seth were both getting sick. You can yell at me later. We'll be back.

-Savannah

Peter looked around the tunnel as he placed the trash bag of food on the ground next to where the note was. Shooting a web, he webbed the plastic to the wall so they would know he was there. That he didn't forget about them. Not that he could. Climbing back to the top, where the world carried on as normal, Peter shot a web to the sky before swinging towards the graveyard. Towards the woman who gave birth to him.

Peter sat in a tree staring at the mass of people crowded around one area. Dressed in their black, they all stared ahead at the item that sat on display in the middle. A wail lifted into the air which was immediately followed by another. The sound punctured Peters eardrums as he watched the scene before him. A few men in uniform stepped forward grabbing the ends of the red, white and blue flag that was draped across the casket. Gripping the trunk of the tree tightly, he watched as the men folded the flag carefully and expertly as if they had done it a million times before.

The air held silent as they finished, giving the newly formed triangle to one of the men in uniform. He stepped forward, before stopping in front of a pregnant woman. Presenting her with the flag, she hesitated before taking it. But it wasn't that scene that caught his attention. It was the two men standing a distance away, watching the funeral with somber expressions.

Steve and Bucky.

Both dressed in black, they stood under a tree in the shade hidden from view. Steve leaned against the tree as if it were the only thing providing him support. He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he lowered his eyes to the ground. Bucky placed a hand on his shoulder before leaning in to whisper something. Looking at each other, Steve nodded before their attention turned back to the funeral.

"Spiderman," a voice called from below. Looking down, Peter's eyes fell on Vanessa. Her brown hair was wrapped up in a hat as she glanced around nervously. Glancing back at Steve and Bucky, he dropped out of the tree. "Why-"

"Not here. Some of the Avengers are here," he whispered as he nodded in their direction. Her eyes travelled towards them and searched for a moment before widening.

"You brought them?"

"No," he replied as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the forest that sat behind them. Once they reached the shelter of the trees, she yanked her arm away.

"Then what are they doing here?" Peter shrugged and she released an aggravated sigh. "You need to be more careful. Check your surroundings! Don't be so reckless!" she snapped as she ran a hand over her face.

"I was careful. I saw-"

"No. If you were then the moment you saw them, you would have hid."

Peter stared at her from behind his mask in confusion. "What's the big deal if they see me anyway? I already agreed to help them."

"Did you tell them about me?

Shaking his head, Peter looked around. His Spidey senses started buzzing slightly. "No, why would I?"

Vanessa ran a hand over her face before motioning for Peter to follow her. Walking ahead, she led him further into the woods. The sun shines down through the broken branches of the trees, shining light on certain areas and leaving the rest dark and full of shadows.

Leaves crunched under their feet as he looked around cautiously. The low buzzing of his senses steadily started to grow causing him to stop. Looking at Vanessa, he waited until she noticed he wasn't with her anymore.

She was about half a football field away when she stopped and turned to him. "Are you coming?"

"I think...I think this is far enough."

"I'm not going to hurt you," she assured. Peter nodded as he remained where he was. Sighing, Vanessa walked back to him and threw up her hands. "Fine we can talk here. What did the Avengers say?"

Glancing around once more, Peter looked at her. "Uh...they haven't said much about Peter. They mainly wanted to know if I would help them. I agreed but there are conditions."

"What conditions?"

"Mainly that I can come and go as I please. They aren't allowed to follow me, track me or find out who I am."

"That's good, so they won't follow you when you come to see me," she replied but it was as if she were speaking to herself. Peter stared at her in awkward silence as she seemed to be thinking. The buzzing continued as his gut started to turn. Looking around, Peter eyes the terrain carefully for the slightest movement.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, something doesn't feel right. I think I should go."

"You just got here," Vanessa protested.

"I know, but they're expecting me. We're supposed to be meeting this morning to go over a plan to find Peter."

Vanessa opened her mouth but the sound of twigs snapping off to the right caught their attention. They both turned just as a red dot landed on Peter's chest.