"Hey, Hap!" I call out at Happy Hogan's half-visible face though the window, Happy cocks a hand in a wave. I say goodbye to Ned, walking towards the shiny black Audi.

I pull open the backseat door, sliding in without a look inside. Turning my head, I am met with a surprise. There, sitting with a slightly awkward look on his face is Steve Rodgers .

"What are you doing here?!" I gush, eyes wide and starry at one of my heros, (still got a place in my heart, Iron-Man.)

Happy sighs from the front seat, "Sorry, kid, he made me."

"No, no! This is like a dream!" I fanboy, "omygod ohmygod ohmygod!" I squeal, each 'ohmygod' rasing in pitch. "What was it like in the ice? What was it like in the war? What was it like waking up? Ohmygod, what was it like watching TV for the first time?"

Mr. Rodgers sighs, obviously used to this sort of attention but still slightly amused. "Tony seems to like you, so-"

I cut him off. "You think?" I ask shyly.

"I know," Mr. Rodgers reaffrims. "it's honestly disturbing, I've never seen the man so motherly."

Anyway," he resumes, "I wanted to meet you without Tony peering over my shoulder and threatening to ELEPHANT me if I mentally damage you."

"You mean his rules?" I click in my seatbelt with a snap and Happy pulls away from the curve.

"How do you know about that?"

I blush, "I totally wasn't hiding in the vents when he told Ms. Romanoff. She's nice by the way." I decline to mention the face I got caught.

He raises his blonde eyebrows, "nice?"

Pink rises to my cheeks again, "Yeah. She found me in the vents after I uh...ran off yesterday."

"Huh," He says, "she must like you."

"I like her too."

"She's a good friend." A moment of long, stretched out silence passes. Mr. Rodgers clears the quiet with another question, "So, Spider-Man, huh?"

I chuckle, looking down in embarrassment, "Yep. I uh… started swingin' around Queens and then Mr. Stark found me off YouTube, do you know what YouTube is? Well anyway he made me a new suit, helped me with my web serum."

"Tony didn't…" He searches for the right word, "...make you?"

I splutter, "um, if you're asking if he's my dad, he's not."

"No, no, I gathered that from yesterday. I mean't, did he give you powers and make you into Spider-Man?"

"No. I did that all my myself." I say proudly, puffing out my chest besides myself. Steve sees and smirks.

"How'd you get your powers?"

"Radoactive spider bit me."

"What can you do?" Steve asks, sounding genuinely interested.

"I can climb walls and ceilings, and I have super strength, which I guess you figured, dropping an airport ramp on me and all."

Steve winces, "Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's cool. We're even, I took your shield."

Steve laughs, "Real underdog, huh? You remind me of someone I used to know."

"Yeah? Who?" I ask exctitedly.

"A kid from Brooklyn in the forties. Real scrappy, would stand up to anyone, even though he was tiny."

I beam with pride, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I check the screen, it's Ned:

Sorry about Flash today. He's a dick, don't worry about it

I go to tuck my phone away, intending to reply later.

"Who's Flash?" Steve asks, a deterimation in is eyes.

"Uh, no one. Just a kid at school."

"He giving you trouble?"

"No, no -"

"Don't lie to me, Peter."

I sigh in defeat. "Fine. I guess he is, I mean it's not bad, just-" Mr. Rodger's cuts off my ramble again.

"Tell me what he does."

"He calls me Penis Parker," I admit.

"If that's the best he can come up with you should be bullying him. Anything else?"

I sigh again, "he makes fun of my parents. You know, how they're dead. Also, he doesn't belive me about Mr. Stark and my internship, just teases me, you know? Asks if I've met any Avengers yet, that kinda thing. Honestly it's not a big deal.

"Does Tony know about this?"

"Don't tell Mr. Stark!" I bolt out, turning towards the Captain, "he can't know!"

"Why not?" he says suspicioulsy.

"If he finds out he'll rip Flash's head off, and I do not need that publicity, and neither does he. I just know he'll over-react and walk into school with a marching band, and promise to ruin his life, or something." I sigh, slumping back in the seat, exhasted.

"Would Captain America picking you up do the trick?"

XxXxXxXxXx

I jump down the stairs two at a time, typing in the code to Tony Stark's workshop. Once the door beeps and lets me in,

"Captain America knows who I am!" I annonce excitedly, bouncing on my toes.

Mr. Stark turns away from the workbench where he's fiddling with something, "How did you meet Cap?"

"He came with Happy to pick me up, said he wanted to meet me."

"Damn it. The whole team is being nosy. I found Clint bugging my rooms yesterday."

"What did you do?"

"Threaten to have loud sex all night and reconfigure the sound to go though his hearing aids and though the speakers in his room."

I laugh, adding, "Please don't do that, I'm in the floor above you."

"Roger that." he jokes purposefully.

"Did you just make a Captain America pun?"

"I'm afraid so." Tony admits quietly, "who have I become?" he mutter rhetorically, having a bit of a self-realization moment.

"Me."

"Dear god."