Author's Note: Here's a bonus chapter. Next chapter is the beginning of Homecoming. I hope you guys like this chapter and the last one. Thanks for all the reviews of the past couple of chapters. Keep reviewing and thank you!

A couple of hours later and Emma was fully prepared for her mission. This was a mission, wasn't it? She wanted to find out who Spider-Man was and she wasn't going to let anything get in her way. Other people might've thought she was a bit obsessive about Spider-Man but not Emma. To her it was completely logical how interested she was in finding Spider-Man. Emma didn't like not knowing things and she especially didn't like mysteries. Emma needed to determine whether or not Spider-Man would be a threat to her and if he was than she needed to be prepared.

Emma was dressed for the occasion. She wore a navy blue colored midi dress that fell just above her knees. The neckline was somewhat modest but it wasn't conservative either. The straps on her dress were very thin. It seemed like an innocent enough sundress and an appropriate enough dress for a teenager to wear. She paired the dress with a pair of matching keds. Emma applied the full make-up look including winged eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss, and even a bit of eyeshadow to make her look older than she was. Emma was doing everything she could to attract the attention that she needed. Darcy just stared at her from the couch in the living room as Emma walked towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" The brunette asked, raising her eyebrow in curiosity as she looked at the blonde. Darcy had never seen Emma dressed in such a way. Emma almost looked ready for a… date.

"I'm going on a date." Emma told her with a stoic expression. Darcy somehow wasn't buying that. Emma didn't seem like the type to just go out on a date.

"Oh, really? Who with?" Darcy questioned and Emma shrugged.

"He's a really influential drug dealer. We're in love." Emma told her without smiling in the slightest, her tone was flat as she spoke so Darcy could tell that this was just Emma's weird sense of humor.

"Oh, well have fun with that. Tell your boyfriend, the drug dealer, that I said hi and call me if you need anything." Darcy said as she returned her attention back to the television. It's not like she believed that Emma was getting into any actual trouble. The blonde was a lot more rational than that. Darcy wasn't really sure what Emma was planning but she knew it was best to stay out of her way. It's not like Darcy could even stop her if she wanted.

"See you later." Emma told her and then she was out the door. She hadn't been expecting much resistance from Darcy but that was even less than she expected. It was nice to know that Darcy was probably fine with her doing whatever she needed to. It seemed like they had an understanding.

This was Emma's plan. She was going to walk down one of the alleys in the sketchiest part of Queens, hopefully were a band of creeps were hanging around, and lure them into the dark alley. They'd attack her and threaten her… the usual damsel in distress act and that's when Spider-Twerp would come in to save the day. He would defeat all the attackers and Emma would be so grateful for his help that she would reward him with a hug. Little did he know that she would actually be planting a tracker on his suit. It was red in color so he probably wouldn't even notice it. If he did notice it then it would be too late and Emma would already be able to track him down, pinpointing his exact location and identity. Emma was pretty proud of her plan although she couldn't take all the credit. She had gotten the idea from a movie Sam made her watch a while back. Deathwish. It was about this guy played by Charles Bronson who used to lure criminals by portraying himself as a rich guy that they wanted to mug and when they attacked him, he would kill them on the spot. It was a pretty cool movie, Emma had to admit, so she supposed Charles Bronson, RIP, wouldn't mind her taking the idea from his movie.

Most girls like Emma would probably never be crazy enough to put themselves back in a similar situation like she was doing but this was different. Rumlow no longer held any sort of power over her. He was gone. Her father wasn't there to be used as leverage either. Emma was also an enhanced individual who could do more than defend herself against a bunch of idiotic perverts. She was capable of handling the situation even if Spider-Man never showed up. She could probably handle the situation better than him too.

As Emma walked the streets of Queens, she wondered what Steve and her father would think of what she was doing. They'd probably be furious and do everything in their power to stop her. Especially Steve. Unlike other times when Steve would stop her from doing things… she was alone now. There was no Steve to protect her but Emma didn't need his protection. She had survived all those years on her own and she was pretty sure she could survive another number of years on her own. That still didn't stop her from missing him even if he stood in her way most of the time.

Emma stood on a street corner, surveying the street for groups of creepy looking men. She finally spotted a group of men across the street and noticed that they were already staring at her. Good… her plan was already in motion. She began making her way across the street as she went over her plan again in her head. There was probably three of them by the looks of it. They all looked to be vile looking men in their late twenties to earliy thirties. Their hair looked greasy, their skin was sweaty, and their eyes were slightly bloodshot. Emma labeled them as either drunks or druggies by their appearances alone. She discreetly took a whiff of the air around them and noticed the distinct smell of marijuana but the track marks on their arms also told Emma that weed wasn't their only vice. She smiled at them politely as she walked near them, batting her eyelashes innocently.

"Hello, gentlemen." Emma greeted before she walked past them into the dark alley. She immediately heard them follow her. Emma smirked at how easy this was going to be. It felt like a little bit of revenge against Rumlow. Here was a group of vile pieces of garbage and they were about to get what was coming to them in a way that Rumlow never had. She promised herself that someday Rumlow would receive a fate that would be much worse than the men in the alley. Emma quickly concealed her smirk, not wanting to foil her plan anytime soon.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" One of the men asked. He had a smirk on his face which showed his rotting teeth as he looked at her. The other men behind him looked just as smug as he did. Emma just laughed nervously as she turned around to face them.

"Oh, I'm so silly." Emma said. "It seems like I'm a little lost. You wouldn't happen to know the way to the Rosegarden Café, would you? I'm supposed to meet a friend there." Emma told them with an innocent expression on her face. The man only grinned as he came closer to her.

"We can point you in the right direction. Don't worry." The man told her in a tone that made her want to throw up.

"Could you?" Emma said, feigning relief. "That would be so helpful. Where is it? I'm running awfully late."

"Now wait one second, sweetheart." The man told her, his grin unfading. "I thought we were friends? Why do you seem to be in a rush to get away from us?" Emma feigned an uncomfortable look as she backed away from them.

"Well, I'd hate to be rude or anything but my friend will start to wonder where I'm at if I don't show up soon." Emma said in a trembling voice. The man took another step forward, his friends following his lead.

"I'm sure they won't miss you for long." He told her as he reached out his hand to touch her hair. Emma surpressed the instinct for her to grab his wrist and break it so she whimpered instead. Tears started welling up in her eyes as she backed herself up against one of the walls, looking like a trapped little girl. The man then pulled out a pocket knife, immediately holding it against her throat. Emma widened her eyes before she let out a scared cry.

"Please, don't hurt me." Emma pleaded. "I won't tell anyone about this if you let me go. I promise." All three of the men glared at her.

"You better shut up, little girl. Shut up or I'll slit your pretty little throat." He told her. "We really wouldn't want to have to use this knife. You're such a pretty girl." Emma sniffled, pretending to look frightened at the man's pathetic looking knife. Was that knife really supposed to scare her? Emma was really starting to wonder where Spider-Man was. This was getting a little too intense for her liking. If those men came any closer to Emma than she was going to have to end this herself. Seriously… What was Spider-Man doing? Wasn't this his job or something? Was he too busy rescuing a cat from a tree?

"No!" Emma cried. "No! Please let me go! Please!" The man only laughed, his friends doing the same, as he rested his hands on her waist. He took his knife and made a small incision along the middle of her dress. Now Emma was mad. This was one of her better dresses. In all honesty, she probably should've worn something she didn't like as much. Emma was about to step in to save her own ass and beat the shit out of those guys when she saw a familiar white substance come down, hitting the man right in the face. He grunted in surprise when the webbing covered his face, momentarily blinding him.

"What the fuck?!" The man exclaimed as he tried to get the webbing off his face. He flung his knife around eratically as he tried to stab whoever was behind the surprise attack. The other men behind him pulled out their knifes. Emma resisted the urge to raised her eyebrows at the men. Who were these guys? If they were going to be bunch of common thugs then they needed to upgrade their weaponry to guns. Those flimsy little pocket knifes weren't going to do anything.

"That's no way to talk around a lady." Spider-Man quipped as he jumped down from the top of the building he had been standing on. Emma saw a flash of red and blue as he kicked the man in the chest, causing the men's knife to fall to the ground as well as the man to be knocked out from the impact of his head hitting the wall.

"Stay out of this, you little freak." One of the other guys told him as he pointed his knife at Spider-Man. Emma took this time to slide herself down the wall, wrapping her arms around herself in a fetal position as she sat on the ground. She cried hysterically but every so often she would give Spider-Man a calculating look.

"That's rude." Spider-Man told him before flinging out his wrist, the webbing shooting out at the man. The man immediately found his hand glued to the wall and could do nothing but watch as Spider-Man plucked the knife from his glued hand and dropped it on the ground. The last man standing only looked at Spider-Man in fear before he dropped his knife and began to run. Spider-Man groaned before he flung his wrist out again and the webbing hit the man. The man instantly fell to the ground and Spider-Man began walking towards him. He shot the man with more webbing to ensure that the man wouldn't escape.

Emma then watched as Spider-Man turned back around, probably to assist her. She was surprised, however, to see the white lenses of his mask widen when he looked at her. Emma didn't show her surprise. She instead covered her face with her hands as she sobbed. Why did he look at her like that? Was it because he recognized her. No, how could he possibly recognize her as the Viper Assassin? Her mask had covered a good majority of her face that day they fought at the airport. It was impossible that Spider-Man even knew who she was unless Tony told him. Emma doubted that Tony would do such a thing if he was trying to keep her existence a secret.

"Um… are you okay, miss?" Emma heard Spider-Man say in a deeper, more distinct New York accent. That wasn't at all what he sounded like before. She could definitely tell that he was faking this accent. Emma tried to remember what he sounded like before but all she could recall was that he sounded very young.

"Please, don't hurt me." Emma pleaded. Spider-Man knelt down in front of her and she peaked at him from in between her fingers. This was already working. If Spider-Man remembered her, he didn't show any indication of it. His body composure told Emma that he was very concerned. He had fallen for the damsel in distress act. Emma should really receive an academy award. She thought that she was a way better actress than Jennifer Lawrence.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Spider-Man said in his fake but still concerned voice. Emma took her face out of her hands, tears still streaming down her face as she sniffled.

"You're not?" She asked in a small voice. Spider-Man shook his head.

"No, I'm not." Emma nodded slowly.

"Those men were… they were… they wanted to hurt me." Emma said quietly as she stumbled over the words.

"I know but I stopped them. They'll be going to jail now." Spider-Man told her softly. "They won't be able to hurt you anymore." He then stood up from his position and offered a hand out to her. Emma looked up at him with a hesitant expression on her face before she took his hand and he helped her off the ground. Emma was about to say something to him when someone walked passed the entry of the alley and saw the mess. It was a middle aged woman, her eyes widened as she saw all the men glued to ground and wall with webbing. She looked even more shocked when she noticed Emma and Spider-Man standing there.

"Ma'am, would you mind getting the police." Spider-Man called out to her. "There's been a crime." The woman nodded furiously before she ran off, leaving Emma and Spider-Man alone once again.

"It looks like I have to go." Spider-Man told her. "Don't worry about those guys. They won't be leaving anytime soon and the police should be here soon anyways." Emma nodded quietly. This was her moment. This is the moment that she had been bidding her time for all night. Emma stepped forward and then embraced Spider-Man in a tight hug. He stepped back in surprise and was rather stiff while she hugged him, sobbing into his chest.

"Thank you so much, Spider-Man! Thank you for saving my life." She cried, trying to seem like the grateful damsel in distress she was supposed to be. Emma discreetly attached the small tracking device to the back of his neck as she hugged him. It didn't seem like Spider-Man had noticed the discreet movement as he nodded.

"It's no problem, miss." He told her before Emma pulled away, smiling at him gratefully. "I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

"Well, I'm entirely grateful." Emma told him. He gave her a quick nod.

"I really do have to go." He said as he flung his wrist out and shot his webbing towards the top of one of the buildings. "Take care of yourself, miss." Emma then watched as he flung himself into the air and disappeared behind a building. The kind smile on her face morphed into a smirk. She had him right where she wanted him and it was way easier than she thought.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Spider-Twerp." She murmured before her attention returned to one of the men on the ground. The ringleader of the group groaned in pain as he tried to get up. Emma immediately glared at him before kicking him in the face to make sure he stayed down. She just shook her head as he slumped over once again. What an idiot, she thought to herself. She heard the distinct sounds of footsteps approaching the alley so Emma feigned a look of fear. Emma watched a couple of police officers enter the alley with the woman from before.

"Are you alright, miss?" One of the officers asked her. Emma sniffled and nodded hesitantly.

"I'm fine." The two officers looked around the alley in disbelief, staring at all the webbing and the knocked out attackers.

"What happened?" One of them asked in bewilderment as he saw how one of the men was still glued to the wall from the webbing. Emma then prepared herself to look like a normal girl that just faced a terrifying ordeal.

"S-Spider-man s-saved me. These m-men they t-tried to… they wanted… they w-ere going to-"

"Woah, woah, miss. Slow down." The officer told Emma as she stammered almost hysterically. He gave her a calm look. "Tell us your name and age." Emma nodded as she wiped away some tears from her eyes. She hesitantly looked up at them before answering.

"Of course, officer." Emma told him. "I'm Emma Lewis and I'm fifteen years old."

"What the hell happened?!" Tony Stark questioned the moment Emma and Darcy walked into the townhouse. He was standing in the dark, apparently waiting for them. Emma had noticed that Darcy had been very quiet on the way home from the police station. After Emma had given the officers her name and age they immediately contacted Darcy since they couldn't question her without a legal guardian there with her. When Darcy had arrived, Emma had told the entire story of what had happened. Emma noticed that Darcy kept giving her surprised looks the entire night. Emma knew why. It must've seemed strange that Emma, AKA the Viper Assassin, had to be saved by Spider-Man from an assault by three low life thugs. Emma was thankful that Darcy didn't mention anything. However, it shouldn't have been surprising to her that Tony was standing there waiting for them in the living room. Even if Emma wasn't surprised, she certainly felt annoyed that he was there. Everytime she saw him she really wanted to punch him in his smug face.

"I was attacked." Emma told him as if it were as simple as that. Tony gave her a look of disbelief.

"I get a call from Happy telling me that you were taken in for questioning about an assault and you just walk in here like it's nothing." Tony told her in disbelief. "Happy told me that you were really shaken up about the attack but somehow you don't look shaken up now."

"This is my coping mechanism." Emma deadpanned and Tony just shook his head.

"I don't believe you. You're actually telling me that three guys followed you in an alley and you couldn't defend youself from them?" Tony questioned, not buying her claim for a second. "What where you even doing in a dark alley?"

"I wanted to take a shortcut to the bookshop." Emma told him, looking him straight in the eyes. "And I knew that I couldn't expose my abilities. It would blow my cover… everything you worked so hard for would be ruined." Tony scoffed.

"Don't tell me you did this for my benefit." Tony said in a frustrated tone, he knew that Emma was up to something but he didn't know what. "I know you, Rogers… I know what you do. You're doing that thing were you try and patronize me to divert my attention." Emma raised an eyebrow as she smirked at him. Darcy could only watch in fascination as Emma and Tony played a strange game that made her feel out of her depth.

"Is it working?" Emma asked teasingly and Tony glared at her.

"Not as well as you'd like it to work." He said pointedly and Emma sighed.

"I can't believe you're angry with me, Stark." Emma said in a saddened tone. "I am the victim, after all."

"The day you're the victim is the day I swear off alcohol for good." Tony told her. "I'm not buying this little victim act. I know if those guys attacked you in an alley that you would've done more than fight them back…. But you didn't. You let them threaten you and you let Spider-Man save you. I just don't understand why."

"Don't make this into something it isn't, Stark." Emma replied, trying to stall him so he wouldn't figure out what she was really up to. She didn't want Stark to be on her case.

"Tony, I think you need to relax." Darcy said, deciding to step in to diffuse the situation. The brunette looked between Emma and Tony cautiously. "You should go home and get some rest. Emma went through a terrifying ordeal today and I think she needs more rest than any of us. Don't be so harsh on her." Emma was a little surprised to hear Darcy's little speech. It was probably the most serious thing she had ever heard Darcy say. Tony glanced away from Emma to look at Darcy, considering what she just told him. He sighed tiredly before nodding.

"You're right. I'll go home… I need to get some rest before I head off for the big trip tomorrow. I'm needed in India." Tony said before he looked at Emma. "Don't think this is over, Mini Cap. I expect you to have a long conversation with Happy about this. Do you know how much money I had to throw at news outlets to get them to shut up about Spider-Man's latest adventure?" Emma pouted at him.

"Fine. Blame the victim." Emma said causing Tony to shake his head at her.

"You're no victim." He told her. "I don't trust you and I know that you're up to something. All I ask is that you don't murder anyone."

"Aw, I'm so offended, Stark." Emma replied mockingly. "You don't trust me? I wouldn't harm a fly." Tony gave her another glare.

"See these gray hairs, kid?" Tony said, pointing at the growing number of gray hair at his temples. "I got them when I took custody of you. There's no hair dye out there that can hide them. At this rate I'll look the age that your grandfather really is, in about six months." Emma gave him an innocent smile.

"I think you look handsome." Emma said but her tone was sickly sweet. Tony just glowered at her before he turned around and started heading for the door. He glanced back at Darcy momentarily.

"If you have any more problems with this kid call Happy. I think I might have a stroke next time something like this happens. This girl is going to kill me." Tony told her before he walked out the door, shutting it behind him and leaving Darcy and Emma alone in the darkness of the quiet townhouse. Well… that was interesting. Emma hoped that Tony was being honest when he said that he wasn't coming back if something else happened. Everytime she saw him she was only reminded of the fact he took her away from Steve and her father. Emma suddenly glanced at Darcy, plastering a grateful look on her face.

"Thanks for getting him to leave, Darce." Emma told her. "I just really want to take a shower and go to bed." Darcy didn't say anything as she just stared at her. Emma figured that it was one of those nights where she didn't have to say anything. The blonde nodded knowingly before she started making her way to the staircase. She hadn't expected Darcy to say anything but was surprised when the brunette stopped her.

"I know you're up to something." Darcy said suddenly. Emma turned around to look at her with a confused look on her face.

"What? I don't-"

"Look, I don't care what you're up to." Darcy told her, interupting Emma and letting her know that she wasn't buying into her bullshit. "I know you can handle yourself so I'm not worried."

"Then why mention anything?" Emma questioned, a stoic expression returning to her face. Darcy swallowed nervously before she spoke and what she said made Emma slightly dumbfounded.

"You remind me of Loki." Darcy said randomly with a worried look on her face. Emma shook her head in confusion, not understanding what Darcy was saying.

"What?" She questioned.

"I never met him face to face but I've heard all the things Thor, Jane, and Erik told me." She informed Emma. Emma was assuming that Darcy was talking about Erik Selvig, the astrophysicist that sort of lost his mind after Loki played mind tricks on him. "He liked playing games with people… he was very manipulative and always had a few tricks up his sleeve. Loki was always up to something and no one truly knew how his mind worked. It's the same thing with you."

"Are you comparing me to an intergalactic war criminal?" Emma asked in disbelief and Darcy sighed.

"I love you, Emma, but the path you're going down is a very dangerous path. You've seen what Loki turned into. He was like the little boy who cried wolf… or the little psycho god who cried Frost Giant." Darcy told her before continuing. "No one could trust anything he said… Thor loved him to death but he still couldn't trust him. Loki isolated himself from everyone whoever loved him. I don't want the same to happen to you." Emma considered what Darcy was telling her. It made sense she supposed. It seemed like Loki and her had a lot of common… Well, they would've if he hadn't died. Emma wondered if she could've ever manipulated the God of Lies. It would've been fun to try. Emma also realized that Darcy was right about her and Loki. If she kept this life of deceit up than she would just push everyone away and one day one of those people she pushed away might be Steve or her father. Emma didn't want them to think that they couldn't trust her.

"Okay… I guess I get what you're saying." Emma told her before she nervously bit her lip. This time it was a real, genuine nervous habit. It wasn't fake or made up. "To be honest… I only did what I did so that I could see Spider-Man. It's killing me not knowing who he is, Darcy. I placed a tracker on him so I think I'll be able to figure it out now." Emma explained and she had to admit it felt good not to keep everything bottled up inside. Darcy seemed a bit surprised by the information but nodded as she took it all in.

"Wow… I wasn't expecting some real actual secret spy mission but okay. We're actually making some progress here." Darcy said, trying to process what Emma just told her. "So you've been trying to find Spider-Man due to curiosity. That's understandable."

"You're not going to tell Tony, are you?" Emma asked her with a somewhat worried look on her face. She didn't really want Stark to get in her way, not when she was so close to figuring out who Spider-Man is. Darcy just shook her head.

"I only tell Tony boring stuff about school. What Tony doesn't know won't hurt him." Darcy said with a big smirk on her face. Emma laughed.

"That's my kind of thinking." Emma replied.

"Okay, Sherlock, go upstairs and do some detective work. Unmask your little spider friend." Emma playfully rolled her eyes before she started walking up the stairs. " And don't tell me who he is when you find out! I like a little mystery in my life!" Darcy called out after her and Emma just shook her head as she walked up the stairs. Sometimes she could never understand Darcy.

Once Emma reached her room she immediately went straight for her mask that she had left sitting on her desk. Maybe by now Spider-Man had already returned to where he resided and Emma could get the location of his home. It was nearly midnight by now. Emma had spent a couple hours at the police station giving them her statement. Spider-Man would surely be at home probably all snuggled up in his bed with a nice mug of hot chocalate. Little did he know that Emma's search had finally come to an end and she would know his true identity. Emma quickly put the mask on and tried to contain her excitement as the lenses came down. She would finally solve this puzzle that had been bugging her for the past couple of months.

"McConaughey, what have you got for me?" Emma asked the AI system. "Did the tracker work?"

"The tracker has been in operation since you planted it on Spider-Man at approximately 7:37 pm, Miss Rogers." Emma rolled her eyes.

"I know, McConaughey… I was there. What I mean is where's Spider-Man?" Emma asked.

"Spider-Man seemed to travel along the west end of Queens. After the conflict between you and the attackers in the alley, he kept to building tops for the rest of the evening before he retired for the night." McConaughey informed her.

"And where is the location of the place he retired?" Emma questioned. She then watched as a video feed popped up onto the screen inside her mask. It looked to be a video feed from outside an apartment building.

"Spider-Man's residence seems to be the in the Highgrove apartment building located on Highgrove avenue in Queens, Miss Rogers. His address is only approximately two blocks away from the townhouse." McConaughey informed her. "I've deduced that this is likely his address of his residence since he has spent the past four hours inside the apartment building."

"Okay… Do we know which apartment he lives in, McConaughey?"

"Apartment 236 is located on the fifth floor of the apartment building, Miss Rogers, and this is where the signal from the tracker has been coming from for the past four hours." McConaughey explained and Emma nodded.

"And who rents the apartment?" Emma asked.

"The name under the lease of apartment 236 is May Parker. May Reilly Parker nee Jameson was born August 1st, 1969 in Ridgeway, Rhode Island. She currently works as a copyeditor for the book publishing company "Modwhale" in Manhatten." Emma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She shook her head because that didn't sound like Spider-Man at all. That actually sounded like the furthest thing from Spider-Man. Something wasn't right. Wait… did McConaughey say Parker? That didn't mean anything though. Parker was a very popular last name.

"No, that can't be it. It doesn't make any sense." Emma told McConaughey. "Spider-Man isn't a forty something year old woman."

"You didn't let me finish, Miss Rogers." McConaughey told her in what sounded like clipped tone before he continued. "May Parker is a widower. Her husband Benjamin Parker passed away on March 22nd, 2015 from gunshot wounds. The result of a mugging." Emma barely paid attention as she listened to McConaughey, wondering what any of that had to do with Spider-Man until McConaughey told her the one thing that caused her eyes to widen in shock. It was definitely something Emma had never expected although she immediately knew that she should've known all along.

"May Parker resides in the apartment building with her nephew Peter Benjamin Parker." McConaughey told her and Emma could feel her heart pounding against her chest as she felt slightly woozy all of a sudden. Emma tried to process that information but she was at a lost. "Peter Benjamin Parker, born November 5th, 2000 in Queens, New York. Attends Midtown School of Science and Technology… with you, Miss Rogers." Emma swallowed nervously, barely being able to nod her head at McConaughey's information. She didn't think she could respond to McConaughey even if she wanted to. Emma slowly took the mask off and carelessly tossed it back onto her bed. Well… this was an interesting turn of events.

Images of Peter flashed through Emma's mind as she processed this new information. She had been so suspicious of Peter but she never would've guessed that he was Spider-Man. It was then that she realized why his voice had sounded so familiar that first time they met. His voice sounded familiar because it hadn't been the first time they had met. When she really looked at it… Peter being Spider-Man was so obvious. Here she was looking for Spider-Man yet he was right under her nose the whole time. She had sat next to him in class for crying aloud. Emma started laughing semi hysterically as she thought more about how obvious the connection between Spider-Man and Peter Parker was. The connection was literally staring right at her in the face the whole time.

Everything made so much more sense now that she realized that Peter was Spider-Man… the spandex wearing hero that she had been searching for all along. The nervousness and the skittishness. How muscular he seemed to be for just being a fifteen year old and the way he held back in PE. Why he seemed to be so anxious to leave school sixth period. The mysterious substance in the drawer in chemistry was probably the webbing. Emma was relieved to know that it didn't actually come out of his body. The way Spider-Man's lenses widened in surprise when he saw her and why he changed his voice. Above all else… there was also the Stark internship. It technically wasn't really a Stark internship but more of an Avengers internship. Stark was pretty crafty, she had to admit.

Things about Spider-Man also seemed to make sense as well. Why Spider-Man tended to only fight petty crime. It was probably because Tony wouldn't let him do anything else since he's a minor. Spider-Man also seemed to have some specific crime fighting hours which only took place after school let out. The youthfulness of Spider-Man's voice also seemed to make more sense to Emma now that she knew his true identity. Everything was starting to come together and Emma knew that she was right when she decided that there was something off about Peter Parker.

Other things started occuring to Emma as well. Like why did Tony sent her to the same school where he knew Spider-Man was going? Did he plan on this? Did he count on them finding out about each other and if he did than why did he want them to know about each other? Emma didn't believe in coincidences and she knew that Tony had a reason for sending her to the same school as Spider-Man. There was also the matter of whether or not Peter knew he was attending the same school as the Viper Assassin. Emma highly doubted that he knew. From what she gathered about him, she could definitely tell that he wasn't the discreet type. If he knew who she was, he definitely would've let her know about it. No, Peter was most likely oblivious to her true identity.

A small smirk reached Emma's face as she began to think about what this would mean. It meant that Emma knew something that Peter didn't. She was a couple steps ahead of him because he had absolutely no idea who she was. Anyone else might've felt threatened by Peter in this situation but Emma felt a bit excited. She knew who Spider-Man was and she also realized that she knew who Peter Parker was as well. Emma didn't think she wanted to keep this to herself. She wanted to confront him about it and see the look of shock and horror on his face when he found out that she knew who he was… when he found out who Emma was. It would probably make for an amusing sight. His face would get all red like it normally did and his eyes would widen in shock. Emma didn't think she was intended to keep her findings to herself. Stark obviously wanted her and Peter to find each other but the only question was why. Emma didn't have a clue but she did know one thing…

Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.