Steve led the child out of the building and back into the front yard. Once they were a distance away, he turned and faced him. His eyes studied the red, white and blue suit as the white's of the eyes stayed trained on his face. He could only imagine the look of expectancy behind the wide white area.

The little hairs on the back of Steve's neck stood which told him he was being watched. He allowed his eyes to travel to the window, where Vanessa was standing, staring, or rather glaring at him. As if she didn't trust him to have a simple conversation with the boy.

Spiderman shifted his weight as he waited, drawing Steve's eyes back to him. When he failed to speak, the boy spoke for him. "Did you need something?"

Steve nodded as he cleared his throat and mind. He had one mission and the only way he was going to accomplish it was with the help of the boy in front of him. Licking his lips, Steve crossed his arms across his chest before stealing a glance at the ground. Bringing his eyes up once more. "Peter," was all he said.

Spiderman heaved a sigh as he turned and started towards the trees, but Steve instantly grabbed the slim arm, firmly yet gently, mindful of his strength, and held him at a halt. He felt the child stiffen under his grip. The eyes of the mask turned and landed on his face again. "I thought we had conditions. One was to not-"

"Forget the conditions, son." Steve grumbled.

"I'm-" Spiderman started but he stopped as if the words were caught in his throat. "I'm not your son," he finally finished after a moment.

Steve nodded. "I'm aware, it's just an expression." Spiderman didn't respond and Steve continued, "If I let you go, are you going to run off, or are you going to stand here and listen to me?"

"There's nothing to listen to. You're not getting Peter. None of you are. So, let go." he responded as he gave his arm a slight tug.

Steve repeated his question and waited for a response. Spiderman remained silent and glanced towards the tree line. Steve tightened his grip slightly as if to make a silent point. Turning back to the adult, Spiderman nodded and relaxed. "No offense kid, but I prefer verbal answers."

"Of course you do," Spiderman mumbled. Steve fought the chance to crack a smile as he waited. "Yeah, I'll stay and listen to what you have to say," Spiderman announced.

Steve nodded as he slowly let go. "I'm going to hold you to it."

"I bet you will," Spiderman quipped. "Make it fast, I've got things to do."

"Okay, what is the reason you won't allow Peter to come here?"

Spiderman crossed his arms as he shook his head. "We've been over this."

"Go over it again."

And he did. Spiderman went over every reason as to why he would not allow Peter Parker to grace the Avengers presence ever again. Steve couldn't help but agree. The Avengers, for all their glory, were not really setting a good example. They did lose the child at first, and they did kidnap another.

Oh how far we've come, Steve thought. The moral and logical line they walked everyday seemed to be a thing of the past.

"Let me show you," Steve interrupted the rant the boy was on. Spiderman stopped speaking and looked at the older man.

"Excuse me?"

"Let me show you that despite all the setbacks so far, we-I am responsible enough to watch over him."

Spiderman shook his head as if he were dazed for a second. "Why do you care so much? I heard you arguing earlier with Vanessa, hell you didn't know you had a child until a few days ago. How can you-"

"I care because he is my son," Steve interrupted before sighing. "Look, my father passed away when I was a kid, and my mother when I was eighteen. I've seen the news, and the whole Foster Seven thing, so I know Peter was in foster care after his aunt and uncle passed away. His adoptive parents died when he was six. I know what a loss like that can do to someone-"

"He's fine," Spiderman interrupted defensively.

"I never said he wasn't," Steve said with the rise of an eyebrow. "What I am saying is, finding out that you have a family after you thought you lost everyone is a feeling that doesn't just go away. You want to know them. You want them in your life. Simple as that. No they can't replace what you lost but it sure beats the alternative of not knowing what you could have. Now I don't expect you to understand since your a kid but-"

"I understand plenty," Spiderman mumbled. It was so low Steve almost missed it. The sound of loss and longing in the boy's voice told the older man everything he needed to know. The kid had lost someone, and possibly found someone.

"So you get it. You get why I want Peter."

Spiderman nodded but remained silent as to the location. Steve waited hoping the boy would open his mouth and tell him where the other child was but he remained silent. He started opening his mouth but the teen beat him to it. "I can't."

Steve refused to release the groan of frustration that crept up his neck. "Why not?"

"Because despite understanding where you're coming from, I still don't trust you."

Steve ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, what do I need to do to gain your trust?"

"I don't know."

Steve shook his head as his eyes went back to the window. Vanessa still stared out of it with owlish eyes, watching his every movement. Possibly reading his lips, trying to figure out what was being said.

"I'm sorry," Spiderman said, capturing Steve's attention again. He looked towards the house before looking back at Steve. "You wouldn't happen to know the way back to the Avengers Tower would you?"

Suddenly just as the words escaped the boy's mouth, the light in Steve's head went off. "Why do you need to get back there so bad?"

Spiderman lifted a shoulder and shrugged. "I got some stuff to take care of."

"Like what? Obviously it's important enough to risk your life when we're offering you safety."

"That's my business," Spiderman responded. The way his voice caught an edge, Steve could only imagine his lips pressed in a hard line.

"How about I make you a deal. I'll help you with your little project and in turn, you get to know me enough to where I can take custody of Peter."

"No, not happening. You're not getting Peter. End of discussion."

Spiderman started towards the tree line just as Bucky came through. Steve ignored his childhood best friend and planted himself in front of the teen. Dropping his voice in a low tone, Steve spoke. "Okay, how about just a chance to see him?"

Spiderman stopped and remained still.

"I just need to see him, long enough to see that he's okay."

Spiderman shifted his weight and it was at times like this Steve hated when people wore full face masks. You couldn't see what they were thinking. You couldn't look them in the eyes to see if your words were reaching their subconscious. You couldn't tell if the words you spoke actually hit home. For all Steve knew, Spiderman was rolling his eyes at the words he spoke. Mocking his heartfelt speech. Ridiculing him as he spoke every word that came straight-

"Fine."

Steve's thoughts halted as he stared down at the mask. Before he could ask the boy to repeat himself, Spiderman continued. "Fine, you can help me and in turn, if I feel comfortable at the end then you can see Peter. But just you, none of the other avengers or Vanessa."

Bucky came to a stop next to them and looked between the two. "Is everything okay?"

Neither spoke to him, they just continued to stare at each other. "That may not go over well with everyone else, and depending on what this little project is, we may need their help."

Spiderman sighed before tilting his head back. "Fine they can help, but when it comes to going into the field, it's only going to be me and you. Nobody else. Captain America and Spiderman teaming up, fighting crime."

Steve smirked at the sarcastic tone that came out of the teens mouth. "Do we have a deal?" Spiderman asked as he held out his hand.

"Deal," Steve said as he shook on it. "Now what's this project of yours?"

Spiderman heaved another sigh before he spoke. His words cut right through to the first avengers brain, causing him to freeze.

"I need help finding some of the Foster Seven."