A/N ...Infinity war was rough. If you haven't seen it yet, do so, if you have...well I'm here for you.

Anyway Delta144 here back after a while with another chapter. So like I said in the update I went out and tried to find myself a beta. Kittycrow12 has agreed to do that for me so I'm thankful for all their help. Thank you for all who favorite my story and are following it, it gives me the warm and fuzzes. A guest reviewer made a couple of statement/questions, so I thought I would answer a few of them.

The first thing to remember is that no matter how much Peter would wish to stay away from people, inside of himself, he has always craved acceptance deep down. That is why it seems like it's always back and forth with him dealing with other people. I like to think this chapter delves into his though process more.

He laughs because that is his response in the face adversity. In the comic, even before becoming spider-man, his sense of humor got him in trouble.

Now with the self defense and physical training, while it is true Peter isn't doing that well it is important to note that he is passing. As long as he meets the minimum standards Genetics doesn't really care. In the love stories manga with Arnett and Morrison, Morrison had failed multiple times during the first couple of weeks, so they clearly give some leeway for passing. While Peter was taught some basic self defense for Genetics, since he is only a Limiter, they don't really care too much in training them in it.

As for English being the main operation form of communication of Chevalier, it is because it makes the most sense. English is the third largest native spoken language in the world, but is the most learned second language. In fact, more people know it as a second language then those that speak it as there primary one. It's pretty lame as an American that the first time I was allowed to take a language was in high school. Peter has had the benefit of knowing where he was being sent to for almost a year. He had had some time to study up on Japanese's but like I pointed out it isn't enough to make him totally fluent. Although I liked to say in ASM 2015 he manage to learn mandarin in only a few months.

Well I hope that clears up a few of your questions and I thank you for reviewing and showing interest. And to everyone I hope you enjoy the story, it you like it you can always leave a review. As always have a have a good time till next time. Delta144

P.S. Maybe it's fate I saw the third RDR2 trailer after infinity war...STAY STRONG. .ME

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"Speaking"

'thinking'

"Past conversation"

"I am not crazy. I am not crazy. Yes I'm talking to myself...but I am not crazy." Ultimate Spider-man Infinite comics.

March 18, 2016 West Genetics

'...well. That was...um.'

He cleared his throat, and leaned back on the wall of the corridor. After Miller had told him about last summer's carnival, she had left him alone to stew on it, but not before telling him she was looking forward to "seeing him around."

She had also walked away with a sway in her hips, clearly directed at him, but he was too shocked to even care about it.

He couldn't believe that the same Chiffon he knew and had become friends with also moonlighted as a merciless harbinger of pain and destruction. The nickname she "earned" for her actions was "The Unmatched Smiling Monster," dubbed by the other members of her graduating class.

The carnival was the cute name given to the free-for-all blood bath all Pandora took part in. Pandora, and only Pandora, fought almost to the death seemingly for class rank and points. They occurred four times a year during the each of the seasons. He never understood why they had them, when Genetics had hard light holographic simulators. The simulators were a marvel of technology and allowed for both Nova and Pandora simulated combat.

During a carnival Pandora lost limbs, eyes, and sometimes even their life. Sure, they had the stigmatic regeneration chambers to heal them from the brink of death, but in doing so it shaved time off their life.

He just didn't get it. What was the point in fighting your friends to the death, when the things trying to kill everyone were giant aliens the size a skyscraper? It made no sense to him, he just couldn't wrap his head around it.

That was something he could focus on later though, the more pressing matter of Chiffon's little meltdown took precedent. After going over what he was told in his head, he really had one question regarding the incident. That question was in the form of one word: why?

Why would someone who hasn't shown any real aggression since they met snap and turn into a force of destruction? Did she do so again after the summer one? Is that just who she becomes in a fight? Did something happen to make her lose her mind? He shook his head and rolled his shoulders.

'There are just too many unknowns here. As a scientist, I need to look at and understand why things happen, not simply accept what I'm given without further thought. I need more information here, there's just too many pieces that don't add up. From what Miller told me, Chevalier records and archives every carnival, but Miller said they had pulled that one. I'm sure it's still on their servers somewhere so, it looks like I'm going digging' he thought to himself.

As he walked away, heading to his room to start his little breach of school security, he didn't notice a girl step out from behind a door in the hallway. She was frowning as she watched him go.

She had heard Miller talk with her friends before about Parker hanging around Fairchild, expressing annoyance that she managed to court a Limiter before them. There were a lot of sour Pandora after Fairchild walked into the 2063 summer carnival and proceeded to flip the table over. A lot people lost their ranks in the aftermath and never really recovered.

She thought about telling Chiffon about what had happened, but she decide not to. She, Attia Simmons, was curious.

After a long discussion with Peter, they had come to a position of mutual respect. She had begrudgingly admitted that he might be, slightly, smarter than her. Having another person on her level to converse with was a rather nice discovery. So many of her comrades simply couldn't keep up on an intellectual level.

She, knowing the full story herself, knew it wasn't as black and white as Miller had described it to him. She wished to see how he would proceed with the new information he was given. Would he accept what he was told at face value, or would he dig deeper and to try to understand the full incident.

'What will you do Peter Parker?'

Peter was now slowly making his way back to the club room. It took a couple hours or so to actually find the footage he was looking for. Worming his way into Genetics systems was a more challenging task then simply blocking them out of his phone and computer. Not only did he have to make his way into their files, but he had to locate the video without any idea where it could be. Eventually he found it and was able to watch it. He was quite surprised that the incident wasn't as bad as Miller made it out to be.

It was worse.

'I'm not going to sleep well for the next decade that's for sure.'

When he described Chiffon as a harbinger of pain and destruction, he didn't think it would be so accurate. That the video had audio had also helped in both a good and a bad way.

Good, because he was able to hear and see why Chiffon snapped. It looked like it was because the C class Pandora, Pandora being divided into 3 classes with C being the lowest, had tried to teach Ticy a lesson about something and killed her turtle over it.

It appeared that this is what had caused Chiffon to become enraged. They had tortured Ticy and had taunted her with the body of her dead turtle. They did for no other reason than to make a point to her.

It was bad because he got to watch as well as listen to all the screaming and crying as Chiffon, swinging her volt weapon in the form of a large metal clawed gauntlet, went about ripping girls to pieces with a smile on her face. It wasn't even a competition; not only could the other Pandora not keep up with her, he watched as their volt weapons shattered on Chiffon's Volt texture uniform. They might as well have been made from foam for all the good it did them.

He could only hope that he never gave her a reason to show that smile to him. Still, despite the video, he didn't feel like he had the whole picture. He needed to talk to someone who had a front row seat, a person who could give him a different viewpoint on the incident.

So, after recovering from that… experience, he had tracked Ticy down and gave her a brief summary of what he discovered. He asked, if she would tell her side of the story to him to which she did, albeit reluctantly. Her sad tale made the picture he had put together clearer so he felt pretty confident about the conclusion he was reaching.

Deciding to take all the info he had and talk to Chiffon, he went to leave. Before he left though, Ticy asked him what he was going to do, a look of concern for her friend on her face.

"I guess we'll find out," he told her as he left.

Peter had grown up with a former Pandora for an aunt, and a former military police officer for an uncle. Hell, they met each other hunting down an army guy that was stealing and selling stigmata. He knew that the both of them had hurt people, but to him, that wasn't important. He loved them, he loved them with all his heart. He was smart enough to know they did that in the line of duty, to protect others. He never once was afraid of them or felt threatened by them, and it was the same with Chiffon.

In losing people he'd cared about over the years, he had gotten used to keeping the ones he still had at a distance. He knew if he let people get to close he would grow to like them, then love them, and he would end up loving them so much it would overwhelm him.

So, he had tried to keep away from Chiffon, and when it didn't work, he had tried to limit the time he had to spend with her instead. After all, if they weren't close, then it would hurt less when something happened to her.

Chiffon however, didn't feel the same way he did. She came into his life by happenstance and pushed her way further into his life like a freight train. Then when he tried to back out, she latched onto him and was unwilling to let go. She had forced him to spend time with her. Chiffon had taken his friendship by force, and gave him her own as a consolation prize.

He was happy for what she did, against everything his mind told him, his heart had taken a stand and refused to take no for an answer. He called Mark and Morrison his friends but they were really just people he talked to. He didn't have a deep connection with them, and outside of class he had never spent any time with them, despite them asking him to before. Chiffon Fairchild had become his first real friend in almost two years.

Yes Chiffon was pushy, yes she didn't really give him any choice in the matter and maybe there was a small chance he was suffering from Stockholm syndrome or whatever. Even with all that, he didn't think of her as a bad person. How could he, when she willingly spent time with him. He could count the people left that would do that on his fingers and still have change.

So the question now was, after everything he had learned, where did this leave them? Where did this leave him?

"Oh Peter you're here; I was worried you weren't going to show up today mister!" Chiffon happily exclaimed as he entered the room.

The answer was simple. It left him right in front of her.

Chiffon was bored.

Sitting alone in the student council room, catching up on some school work, she was waiting for her newest friend to show up today. Ticy had told her early that she'd be busy, so it would end up being just the two of them here alone. She had been busy most of the day plotting the next outing at the club for the three of them.

In the short amount of time they had been there, she had a lot of fun. Due to her upbringing, she didn't have too many experiences with partying, dancing, or drinking. Getting a chance to indulge in them now was an interesting experience.

A lot of girls she had met and talked to often remarked about all the fun they had while dancing at clubs and parties. She had been interested in the experience herself, but she never had a boy to take before. While her bubbly personality might make people think otherwise, she wasn't comfortable with approaching a total stranger for such an activity. Now, having a boy on hand for a change, she had dragged Peter with her onto the floor.

The result of it was quite amusing. Poor Peter had no idea what to do, his face had turned bright red and she was sure his eyes were going to pop out. She herself didn't have much of a clue either so she had let her body sway with the music. She pressed herself up against him and rubbed her hands through his hair and around his neck. She didn't do anything too daring because A, she wasn't willing to go that far and B, it looked like Peter was ready to pass out. He really had an interesting set of expressions and mannerisms that made him fun to be around, and of course, made him fun to tease.

'I'm a terrible person.'

Not to long into it, she realized Ticy was missing and she and Peter went looking for her, which lead to events that were totally not her fault.

'He was asking for it, that Cable Loader-master guy or whatever his name was, for making my cute Ticy cry like that.'

She looked at the clock again; Peter had said he would be here today, but he texted her that he'd be late.

Still, that had been almost two and a half hours ago, and she was about done with waiting. She was about ready to just pack up and leave when he walked in.

She greeted him but for some reason, he just stood there looking at her like he was confused about something before he shook his head and said hello. He slowly walked over and sat to her right, pulling out a notebook and putting it on the table. Opening it up, he turned his head to her. "So Chiffon… you doing ok?" He asked, looking her in the eyes.

She gave him an amused smile. "Sure, why I wouldn't be?" She asked him, unsure of why he was acting so odd.

He then looked away from her and started to stare at the wall. She watched as he waited a few minutes before talking again. "On my way here, I ran into another Pandora," he told her.

She giggled. "Well I'm not surprised, the place is full of them. Who was it; what was her name?" She asked him at the end.

Peter seemed to struggle with his answer. "Well, I didn't get her name, but she said she had to give me a warning about something."

Oh, that was odd. "Well what was it she told you about?" She was curious to what it might be. There were a lot of little pieces of advice she had thought about telling him, and plenty of things to be wary of. Still, she wondered what it-

"She told me that you were a monster, what you did during the last summer carnival, and to stay away from you for my own safety," he finished quickly.

'…oh.'

That.

'So there, I put it into the open' he anxiously told himself.

He had thought about skating around the topic for a while, but in the end he came right out with it. He had kept Miller's name out of it for her safety. He didn't want to believe Chiffon would fly off the handle at her but...

If Chiffon wanted him to know about what she had done before, he believed he knew her well enough to think she'd tell him off the bat. Not telling him about the incident after spending about two and a half weeks with showed her reluctance in discussing what had happened.

This meant to him at least, that she was worried about what he might think of her if he found out. Looking at her, putting her head down and looking at the table and not saying a word, her hands clenched in fists. Even he, with his terrible social understanding, was able to tell she was upset.

'What should I do now' he asked himself.

He never thought he was great at making people feel good. With his old friends, he felt he would always either make them upset or make them angry when he tried to talk with them about their problems. He was blunt, honest, and a nervous mess which didn't exactly make him a pillar of strength and emotional fortitude.

He thought about everything he learned about her, and one thing kept annoying him, was that people called her a monster.

That was the nickname the students of the school gave her in response to her strength, and the fear of her seemingly unstoppable power. It was one of respect, mockery, spite, and fear.

It was also wrong.

Throwing the word monster around, like it was a badass slogan, like it was cool, like it applied at all to the girl sitting next to him, was absolute nonsense. Sure maybe if he was there with the rest of them his pants would also be pretty wet looking at her destruction and vicious smile, but that word wouldn't ever come out of his mouth.

The fact that these girls, including Chiffon, used it to describe her told him one thing.

They didn't know what a monster really was.

'…but I do.'

So he would tell her.

He would tell her why she wasn't one, and then tell her what a real one was.

"Chiffon," he said to her. Looking at her and seeing no sound or movement, he continued talking.

"When I was…growing up I didn't really have any friends. I wasn't popular at all and I was always bullied, surprising I know. It was always something new; if it wasn't because I had glasses it was that I was a nerd, or that I was poor, and so on. Nobody really talked to me and the only sort of friend I did have, turned into one of the worst ones. So I was pretty lonely, till I reached middle school."

"It was there I would meet the people that would become the first friends I ever really had, Harry, Mary Jane Watson, and Gwendolyn Stacy. We were quite a crew, and we did all sorts of crazy stuff, it was awesome. You would never believe that the four of us could come together knowing our backgrounds."

"Harry was the rich kid who always got moved around, had aloof attitude, and was always popular with the 'In' crowd. He was also kind and thoughtful and one of the first people in my grade who stood up for me."

"Mary Jane was the beauty queen, the trend setter, and she always loved parties and having fun. MJ was also kind, and considerate, and the first girl who gave me the time of day."

"The last was Gwen. Gwen was… amazing. She was talented and smart, the whole school loved her. I-I really liked her as well, more so then I believed I ever could have."

"Then there was me and I was… well me. I was the nerd, the outcast, and the guy who never fit in anywhere. They didn't care at all though and they all became my very dear friends."

"We had a heck of a year Chiffon, I never thought anything other than learning at school could be fun. The complete nonsense we found ourselves in was crazy sometimes. I thought that the next year would be even better but… it wasn't."

He sighed as he looked at his own hands. "We were a month into the school year, when it happened. Gwen's father was a Captain in the NYPD, his name was George Stacy. George was one of the noblest men I have ever met besides my uncle Ben. He was a decorated officer with 15 years on the force. He had just taken down a crime boss by the name of Silvio Manfredi, but most people just called him Silvermane."

He squeezed his hands "Silvermane had been taken down after a years of investigating. George's testimony was supposed to be the nail in the coffin and Silvermane knew that. So he found a way, I still don't know how, to talk to Stacy. Silvermane told him not to testify, and when Mr. Stacy told him no, he told him that if he didn't agree there would be consequences."

"George Stacy was a man bound by duty and as such, he told him no again because for him there could be no other answer. The last thing Silvermane said to him was that he should be prepared to pay for his choices."

"Two days before he took the stand, a man walked up… and… shot and killed Gwen S-Stacy as she walked home from school."

He was quiet for a few minutes, and he could now feel Chiffon's eyes on him. "That man had Stacy's daughter killed just to warn him off. It didn't matter though, because he still took the stand and he still got put away."

"For that, a week later, George Stacy was killed in a hail of gunfire, getting out of his car." He now looked up at her.

She was looking at him like, like it was the first time she had ever seen him. He put his hand on hers. "Y-you, Chiffon Fairchild, are no monster. I'm sure you can be scary, dangerous, and d-deadly, I've seen the video. You have strength and power I can barely even fathom, you're kind of pushy and forceful but even with that there is something else. Something that is far more important. You are one of the kindest, gentlest, sweetest people I have ever met in my whole life."

He stared at her with the most serious expression he had ever shown her.

"I-I… have seen what monsters are. Monsters are people that look like us. They don't have red skin or fangs or anything like that, and that is why they're so dangerous. They look just like any other person. They crush the weak for fun, for enjoyment, for business, and then never think about what they had done again. A monster is someone who can order the death of a little girl and never lose a wink of sleep over it."

Peter had come to understand many things over the years. He had learned of and had comprehended the fundamental laws of the universe as humanity knew it. He loved to learn and absorb information. Every time he was able to gain insight into the way things worked, he found himself filled with excitement. He knew his likes and hobbies made him different from other people, and to be honest, he was fine with it. Simply, because other people were one of the few things in this world he wasn't able to understand.

He never was able to really identify with others on a personal level, even if he didn't realize that when he was younger, the other children did subconsciously. They pushed him away and treated him like an outcast. Over the years, the bullying and taunting had taken their toll on him. Maybe once upon a time he wanted to fit in with others, to make friends, to belong. These days, he didn't care anymore, the last time he did was with his old friends and that had all ended in a year and a half after they met. After everything that happened, he had decided that he was glad that he didn't get other people.

He was glad that he didn't see the joy in making fun of others. He was glad that he didn't comprehend the need for the right social status in friendships. He was glad he didn't understand the reasoning behind thoughtlessly and maliciously taking the life of an innocent person. He wasn't a saint of course; he held grudges and was willing to talk back to those who questioned him and his beliefs. The difference was that he never did so out of a need to raise himself above another.

Once again he had found himself with a friend, someone he liked as a person, someone he could once again grow to like. There were many different words that he could use to describe his new friend, but after everything he learned, "monster" was not one of them. He would stand beside her like he did when people were jealous of Harry's money, MJ's looks, and Gwen's popularity. He might be a weak nervous mess, but he was raised better than to leave people he cared about alone.

The sad little orphan who had always sat alone in a corner, reading books alone because nobody wanted to play with him, wouldn't allow it.

"I'll never call you by that nickname; not now, not ever. You are not a monster, a-and I hope you don't think of yourself as one. Who you are is Chiffon Fairchild, student council president, Ticy's best friend, a pushy prankster, and… the first friend I made here at Genetics. Us being friends Chiffon, isn't something that is going to change," he finished looking down at his notebook and started to write in it. Then he reached over and put his left hand on top of her right one.

He didn't say anything else, just held his hand on top of her own. He was surprised when she then flipped it around to intertwine her fingers with his.

They stayed like that for an hour or so, 'till the sun started to go down, just holding hands and not saying a word.

March 21, 2064 Fukuoka City

There were many bars and nightclubs in Fukuoka and there was something for just about everyone if they were willing to go looking for it.

In a bar close to the port sat a man who was drinking quite heavily. He had been a regular for over a week now, came in early and walked out late. He sat at the far end of the counter and glared at each glass he drank. He was a tall western man, with dark hair and a black jacket. He made for an intimidating sight. He didn't cause any trouble though, so the bartenders left him alone as long as he paid. He was going to order another glass, when another man sat next to him.

He eyed him up. The newcomer was a short man, slightly pudgy, and had graying hair. Green eyes were looking at him as he appeared to be sizing him up as well. He tried to go back to his drink but the guy wouldn't let up. The man in the black jacket had enough after several minutes of being stared at.

"Piss off," he said to the older man. Said older man tilted his head, looking at him like he was some sort a puzzle; it pissed him off even more. "You deaf or somethin'? I said get lost." Still nothing. He was about to get up and push this asshole's shit in, when the greyed man finally spoke.

"Schultz is it?"

The younger man froze, a cold feeling going up his spine. "Herman Schultz, that is your name is it not?"

The hell was going on? Who the hell was this guy, and how did he know his name? "Yah, that's me; you got a problem with that asshole?" He didn't have to take this shit. After all the crap he had to deal with these past few weeks, now this asshole shows up and-

"You worked for the Roxxon Corporation 'till two weeks ago correct? Worked in their science division, trying to create new machines for drilling, did you not?" Ok, now he got a little nervous.

He might have left under less than ideal circumstances, but they would never just give that kind of information out. That meant this guy had been watching him, maybe from even before he left. Reaching into his pocket, he started to pull out a dark piece of metal, a gun. Getting one in Japan, while not as easy as back home for him, could still be done if you knew the right people.

The older man, once he realized what was going to happen, went to calm him down. "Mr. Schultz, there is no need for that. I realize this might put you at some odds, but I assure you, I'm here to help you. Please let us talk, put the gun away. You might find you like what I have to say," he finished with a smile. He didn't even seem phased by it.

Deciding that even if he didn't like what he had to say, he could still blow his brains out later. He put the gun back into his pocket. "Alright talk; it better be good."

The man put on a pleased expression. "Mr. Schultz I represent a certain… interest. An interest that has a lot of respect for your work and was disheartened to hear you had been let go in such a way. I myself was terminated from Trask industries in this very same city. Like you, I also didn't have anywhere to go, but a man came along an offered me a deal. A deal that brought me great financial gains as well as a new life. This is the same deal we wish to offer you now."

"We would like to give you a chance to work for something again. A chance to make something for yourself, by yourself. In a way that no longer would have you reporting to others who wish to feast on the things you make, without giving you anything in return. We want you to join our little organization to help further our business. To help us shape a new form of, shall we just say, order."

It was a fruity speech, that was for sure. "What's the catch then? You want me to give you something?" He asked, wondering what they wanted from him. "Give 'us'? No, of course not; it is what we wish to give you. We wish to give you funding, funding to allow you to build something we know you have been working on. We know you showed them the design for it, and that they fired you once they thought they had it. We want you to be able to build that device for yourself and… repurpose it."

"For what?" Herman wasn't dumb, he was angry and narrow minded sometimes, but not dumb. This guy gave off a wired vibe; he wasn't an ordinary head hunter, that was for certain.

"You would have used the device to help in the drilling for oil, among other things correct? Oil is also known as black gold correct? Why not drill for another type of gold much closer to you, perhaps, even somewhere down the street?" The man finished.

So that was their angle, robbery.

Herman had gotten to know this part of the city pretty well since he was transferred from the U.S. The only thing that was worth anything down the street was a bank. He looked down at the glass in his hand, staring at it like it would give him some answers, as he went over his situation in his head.

He had nothing left to lose. No job, no family, no girl, and this might be his ticket to get back at Roxxon. It was an easy choice when he thought about it. Still, no one on this rock did anything for free so he had to ask. "Ok, your interests? What do they want out of this?"

The man smiled "While you would, of course, get most of the profits from your work. A percentage will go back to our benefactor. Think of it as dues that you pay, and for doing so, you become a valued member of our organization, complete with benefits."

Benefits huh? Fine, he was past the point of caring anyway. He threw his last shot back and paid his bill. "Alright, you got me, let's go. You know you're rather brave for a guy that looks as weak as you do." He commented about him not flinching when he pulled his gun out.

"Excellent Mr. Schultz; you won't regret this. My name is Phineas Mason, but most people call me the Tinkerer. As for my lack of fear, well," he pointed to the side of them.

Across from them in a booth sat a man that had black skin and wore his hair in dreadlocks. He was staring at the both of them with an annoyed expression and had his arms folded over his chest. Looking down at the table, he saw the man had put his jacket on top of it and under the jacket it looked like something was sticking out-

Oh.

Looking back, Mason, or the Tinkerer as he called himself, had a smile on his face.

'Well shit.'

March 22, 2064 West Genetics

It was not unusual to see Chiffon Fairchild in a good mood. The girl, for the most part, had always seemed to have her feelings stuck on happy. Walking around with a smile on her face, greeting everyone with an abundance of enthusiasm, it was just another staple of Genetics.

For the past few days however, it had seemed to hit a whole new level. The normally happy Pandora was blindingly ecstatic, skipping around and giggling out loud, most were wondering if she had lost her mind.

For Chiffon, she was just happy living in the moment, having a burden lifted off her shoulders. She had been worried about how Peter would have reacted over last year's incident. In a surprise, not only had he not ran away from her like others had in the past, but he had stayed to comfort her and understand what had really happened.

She was on her way to meet him now, although he wasn't aware of that fact. After looking up where he was living in the dorm registry, she walked to his building and raised her head to the top level, then she walked to the side of the building. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she leapt up, easily jumping the three stories up and held onto the sill of his window as she peeked inside.

'Now there's a Peter Parker' she thought to herself as she looked inside. He was on his computer, which for him, was an unsurprising sight. From what she had gathered in the time she known him, he was a little bit of a nerd.

'If I'm going to be understating things like that, then I'm just a little bit strong, the Nova are only slightly dangerous, and Elizabeth is just kind of popular' she mocked to herself. Dropping down to the ground, she walked inside and up the stairs.

Arriving at his door, she stopped. Looking at the door, something funny popped in her head; she knocked on his door and quickly hid behind the stairwell entrance. In a few seconds, Peter opened the door.

"Hell-o?" He paused confused, looking up and down the hall and not seeing anyone. Shrugging his shoulders, he went to close the door.

In a burst of speed she moved, putting her ID card in between the lock to keep it from closing. After waiting a few seconds for him to get back to what he was doing, she slightly opened the door and she peeked inside.

He was talking to someone on the computer, telling them what happened, saying it was probably done by someone who thought they were being funny.

'That's not untrue.'

Slinking inside, she carefully closed the door before stepping behind him and taking a good look around his room. She had never been inside a boy's room before, which was a big thing for girls if she understood correctly. Peter had a relatively clean room that was well kept; it had a bunch of Knick knacks in it along with a couple posters on his wall. She smiled at one, a picture of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out, it had almost made her laugh. There were a few others, but she didn't really get their references.

She looked around the room and the only mess she could see was a table filled with tools and parts, along with a rather large TV on top with wires exposed. She walked over to it and looked at it. She started poking at it as she kept gazing around, before noticing a shelf holding an action figure of the Iron Man suit along with a few others. She moved over to it and picked it up, rolling it around in her hands to get a better look.

When Tony Stark had announced that he was Iron Man, the world had exploded in a frenzy asking for the suit, Chevalier being among them. When they asked if he would build the suits for them and he had said no. Then, Chevalier apparently told him to do so or else, to which he then laughed at them again telling them no.

While the details weren't fully clear, it looked like some people in Chevalier had then tried to start a smear campaign against him, and spread false information about his company and their practices. It quickly turned bad for them when Stark outplayed them and exposed what they were doing, causing several firings and forcing Radox Phantomheim, the commander of Chevalier, to give him a formal apology.

The incident was a black eye for Chevalier and Genetics, who had enjoyed such high public ratings for so long, which they were still recovering from. Stark had also forced several governments to investigate them further, believing they had tried this before and as such, were keeping a closer eye on them.

Her father had thought they were all idiots, trying to force a man like Stark to fold, knowing what he was capable of. He had been impressed with the suit, not believing a thing would be possible in his time, hoping he would agree to work with them, or at the very least him, in the future.

'I guess it isn't surprising that Peter would look up to him'she thought to herself. Clearly, he had a lot respect for most scientists in general. She put it back down and finally went to stand behind him, getting ready to surprise him.

He was talking to a black haired woman on the screen about something at home, laughing at what she was saying, before the woman noticed her. She looked at Chiffon and smiled and winked at her before looking back at Peter.

"So Peter, tell me more about this girl you're friends with; you've only talked about her a little bit and I want to know more," She implored, shifting her eyes between them.

"Oh you mean Chiffon? Oh, well, um… she's nice, really nice. She's pretty popular with everyone; she is like really, really strong. Also, um… she is kind of forceful, but in a good way, maybe...?" He trailed off, unsure of the answer himself.

The woman became more direct. "Yeah yeah yeah, that's all well and good, but is she pretty?"

Peter then began to blush. "Is she pretty? Um… well, Chiffon is… she's, um… she's be-" He almost finished his sentence. He had stretched his back on the chair rubbing his left shoulder, looking anywhere other than the woman, when he saw the subject of his narrative looking down at him.

A few things happened in the next few seconds. Chiffon smiled down at him, his eyes began to widen, his face turned beet red, and she asked him, "Well… am I pretty Peter?"

Her voice shocked him into action and he jumped out of chair, only to slip in fall into a stuttering mess, which allowed her to sit in the chair and face the woman herself. "Hi, I'm Chiffon Fairchild," she told the woman on screen as she pointed a finger at herself.

She smiled at her. "Well hello there! My name is May Parker; I'm Peter's aunt. It is wonderful to meet you," she finished.

By this time, Peter had found his voice. "W-what, what are you doing here? H-how did you get in?"

The girl in question looked over to him. "Well it's nice to see you too Peter. Is that how you greet people now? Rather rude of you."

Peter didn't seem to like that. "Rude of me? Y-you're the one who BROKE into my room! You're the one that-" he tried to finish before he was interrupted.

"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER! I know I raised you to treat your guests better than this," his aunt said to him.

"But she, I-"

"You should apologize for your attitude and offer her a drink," she told him. Both of them watched as he deflated. He then walked over to a rather beat up… fridge?

'Where did that come from?'

"Peter, you should get her a fresh one from the cafeteria," May told him.

Peter looked at her. "What? Why? That makes no-"

"Peter, GO."

"But, but-"

"Now!"

"I wanna fruit punch," the younger female couldn't resist chiming in.

He growled under his breath and threw his hands up into the air before walking out the door. The women looked at each other for a couple seconds before bursting out laughing.

"Has he always been this adorable?" she asked May.

"Oh yes. Peter, despite being a super genius, has always been an awkward mess. Puberty hasn't really done him any favors either. If you listen close when he gets really upset, his voice will start cracking," May giggled.

Figuring this would be as good a time as any, Chiffon decided to ask a few questions that Peter had avoided answering. "Ms. Parker-"

"Please, call me May dear," she told her.

"May, I was wondering if I could ask you about a couple things I've been curious about. Peter hasn't ever really talked about his parents or family at all. Can you tell me why?"

May had a solemn expression come over her face. "He hasn't told you yet? No, of course he wouldn't have... Peter's parents died when he was very little. His father was killed in a plane crash when he was six, and his mother… was killed two years before that." Finishing, she rubbed her brow with her hand.

'Oh'. That was heartbreaking.

"He had told me the other day about what happened to his friend, Gwen, May." Chiffon told her softly.

May looked up in surprise, a smile coming to her face. "He told you… wow, I didn't think he'd ever talk to anyone but us about it." She leaned back in her chair. "I'm going to be honest with you Ms. Fairchild; my husband and I love Peter very much. We never had children of our own and whenever Richard and Mary, his father and mother, had to leave him behind on business with us it was a wonderful experience."

"Peter was always such a good boy. When the… incident with him and his mother had happened, we watched him while Richard was away for his job. When he also died, we raised Peter like he was our own son."

"Peter… has had a lot of sadness in his life and not a lot of love, despite everything we did. It was always hard for him in school; being so smart, he never really fit in with the other children. When he was younger, he was also sick for a couple years, and it made him very weak. Those children pushed him away and made him an outcast, which caused him to fold into himself. The last year and a half has been really tough for him."

May looked at the screen happily, her eyes moist, staring at the younger girl. "In the past few weeks, he's slowly started changing. While at first, he was a little grumpy with his situation, he started to smile again. He was happy, something he hadn't been for a long time."

"He had always been good at hiding his emotions. What most people saw wasn't truly what he was feeling; that's just how he lived. It protected him, I think, but it also made it hard for us to help him."

"I think that you are one of the reasons for this new change, which is why I wish to ask you something as well. I was an active Pandora for several years, and I still keep myself apprised of current events. Do you wish to make Peter your Limiter?" she asked, waiting for an answer.

It was something she had thought about for a while, but after their last conversation, had solidified it. Peter had quickly become a good friend, he was someone she could talk to, and someone she felt she could trust. Which to her, was the most important thing. The choice was obvious. "Yes," she told her.

May smiled "Thank you for answering honestly, and thank you for picking him. I know he isn't the biggest prize. It makes me feel better knowing someone like you will be watching over him. I know you will of course, but even still, try and keep him safe."

"Peter is a good person and I know, having been in Chevalier for long enough, that they have a way of breaking those. Peter has very firm values that we and his parents gave him. He will not budge if he feels something is wrong, and they don't like it when people don't go along with them."

Chiffon looked over to the Iron Man figure. 'No; no they do not.'

May then stared at her, for the first time with a cold expression on her face, and her blue eyes looked dead and hollow. It was a face she had seen on older Pandora's faces sometimes. "However, Ms. Fairchild, Peter has also told me that you haven't exactly given him much in the way of choice in being friends. He might not see it as something overtly wrong, but it does gives me pause. I will tell you, if you deliberately hurt my child in any way shape or form, I promise you this: you'll wish you would've been capable enough to regret it. Do we understand each other?"

Chiffon was still for a moment. "Yes," she told her. Not that she had anything to fear from the woman, but she did make her feel the slightest bit uneasy.

May's expression did a 180. "Wonderful, let me give you my number and you can call and talk to me all you want. You don't even have to talk about Peter. If you just want to talk to another woman feel free to call, I don't mind" saying as she smiled at the younger girl.

Speaking of Peter, he finally walked back into his room with a can of fruit juice. May put a coy smile on her face. "Now, do you want me show you some of his baby pictures?"

Peter paled, quickly throwing the can at Chiffon as he ran to the computer. "What? Oh! Sorry May, connection is looking bad. Looks like you're going to be disconnected. Take it easy; love you always," saying as he turned off the computer. He sighed before Chiffon's phone went off. "Who's that?"

"May. She gave me her number, wasn't that nice of her?" She began tapping away and then watched as he groaned, walked over and fell face first into his bed. Opening the can, she walked over and sat, crossing her legs on the edge next to his head. Sipping quietly, she waited a minute before talking to him again. "We talked about you."

"Oh really? Never would have guessed," he said into his pillow.

She looked away. "I'm sorry to hear about your parents."

Peter froze for a few seconds, and then sat up next to her. "It's ok, I don't really remember much about them. Ben and May raised me for as long as I can remember and I'm thankful for that; most people don't even get that." He waited a few seconds. "Did you talk about anything else?"

She twirled a lock of her hair in her fingers. "We talked a about a few other things like, how your dad had died in a plane crash, how I was making you my Limiter, and how she uses to be a Pandora herself. She didn't say anything about how your mom died though."

She watched him closely as he started to talk. "Well my mom dying is a long story… wait. What did you say?"

"That we talked about you?"

"No the other thing."

"Oh, that I'm making you my Limiter? Yes, well I am," She finished, looking at him happily.

"W-wait! There is like a thousand reasons why I can't be your Limiter," he told her.

She sighed as she looked at him with a frown. "I guess one of the first things we'll have to work on together is this lack of faith you have in yourself."

He tried to speak up again but she put a finger on his lips. "Shush, I'm in room 306, dorm building two. I'll see you there tomorrow night. We are going to have so much fun, 'partner.'"

With one last look at his dumbfounded expression, she got up to leave. "I think it goes without saying, but still, if you don't show up tomorrow… well… it won't end well for you." With that parting comment, she happily skipped out of the room, leaving Peter to his own thoughts.

It took her a few minutes to walk back to her own room. Looking around it, she decided to tidy up before Peter came tomorrow. Taking a good 30 minutes, she got her room in order and then hopped in the shower. After she was done, she put up her hair and sat on her bed to watch some TV. She was just getting comfy when her phone rang.

The call came off as an unlisted number but she knew who it was. Putting the TV on mute, she picked it up. "Hello Dr. Aoi," she spoke.

"Hello Chiffon. I thought I would call and see how you're progressing."

She considered her status before answering "I am doing well, the adjustments you made to me last year are holding up fine. I predict that I will have no trouble from here on out, unless you decide of course to decrease my stigmata limitation in the summer."

"I'm glad to hear that my dear," he said honestly. "Perhaps I will; we will see how you feel then. I understand you're enjoying being president. I haven't heard any complaints and you are in a good position to monitor the student body. I'm glad you're enjoying your time amongst them. I don't wish to keep you too long but I have to ask, have you decided on if you wanted a Limiter or not? If so, can you tell me if you have someone in mind?"

She pondered how to answer. "Yes. I have selected a limiter to pair with; his name is Peter Parker. He is from New York, and is a first year Limiter."

The phone was silent for several seconds. "Did you say… Parker, Chiffon?"

Feeling some confusion, she told him, "Yes, Peter Parker. Do you know of him?"

He was silent again. "Of him, not really. I did however work with a Richard Parker up until a year or so before his death. As I recall, he did have a son."

"I was told today his father's name was Richard; I believe that are they are same person. Is this going to be a problem? Should I… select another Limiter?" She waited with a feeling of dread. It would be cruel for her to have asked him, and then be forced to turn him down.

Luckily, he quickly spoke. "No, this isn't going to be a problem for you. Perhaps it will be slightly awkward for me; Richard and I didn't part on good terms. He had found out about some of our earlier… experiments, and wanted to know why I lied to him about them. He had already lost his wife and was upset, and I was having a bad day and said some things I regret."

"He stormed out afterwards, and I thought he was a fool. I called him a naïve child that didn't understand how the world worked. I was a different man back then. I had little tolerance for anyone who went against my orders or ideas. In the end he quit, and I felt victorious."

"Then, a few years later I lost my granddaughter, and I saw things…slightly different. In truth, I believe one of the reasons I was so mad at Richard was because he was a good man."

"I have done many things to people, to you and your sisters, to my son and his wife, and to my grandchildren. I still know I did what was necessary to protect humanity and buy it time. If I had to, I'd do it again as well. But that doesn't help me sleep any better at night. If he had talked about me at all to Peter, I'm sure he won't be thrilled to meet me. He might hate me like his father did. However, I will tell you this Chiffon."

"If Peter is his son and they are even slightly alike you will be fine, perhaps, even more so than that. Although he refused to take credit, Richard was the reason Limiters were developed so early; he was a decade ahead of his time. He understood stigmata in such a way that almost overshadowed my own. He had ideas about implanting natural and artificial sigmatic tissue that were something I never even thought possible. He was a kind man who, until our argument, had never said a mean thing to anyone I knew of."

"I will do some digging of course, but I wish you luck with your choice." He said as he hung up the phone.

She put her own phone down and looked out her window for a few minutes, lost in thought. Before it was too far into her mind, she put the TV back on to distract herself from what she had learned.

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The room was dark, save for several computer screens casting their light around it. On the screens were different imagines of countries, some outlined in red that had names and locations scrolling on them. The only person in the room was a man behind a desk. He was a tall black skinned older man, whose most distinguishing feature was an eye patch over his left eye.

The man was currently looking through several folders, making notes on his computer as he read them. He was about to pick up another when a message popped up on his screen. The notification told him he was receiving an encrypted call from one of his agents, Phil Coulson.

Coulson was one of his best field agents. He had been sending him to New Mexico to oversee an… object they found years ago, when they received a notification from one of their field units about a discovery in the arctic circle by some Russian oil drillers. Normally it wouldn't have meant much to his organization, but the location of where they found it and their description of it set off a couple of alarms.

He clicked the com line in his ear. "Hello agent Coulson, how's your little detour going? Did they find anything this time?"

"Yes sir Colonel Fury; the team did in fact locate something."

The man, now known as Fury put his head on top of his fist. "Well what did they find? If it's another dead frozen Hydra punk I assure you, that novelty wore off a while ago."

Coulson's voice took on an uncharacteristic tone of excitement. "No sir, they located a hydra bomber and while searching the inside of it, we found a body.

"It's him sir… we found the Captain."

EN: Hello! This is KittyCrow12, Delta144's beta. This is probably going to be the first chapter that Delta is going to update with my tinkering, and so I thought it would be proper to greet everyone. I'm so glad that Delta asked me to beta this story for him; I love both the Freezing and Spiderman (and Marvel) franchises! I hope that you as readers will support Delta and give feedback in the form of comments, questions, compliments, and constructive criticism so that he can grow as a writer and become more comfortable with the written word. Please take care of yourselves and have a wonderful day! :D