Peter grumbled as he searched his computer for anything that could tell him about the new beetle. So far nothing. Not even Jameson had a clip on the elusive sight. The few things he could find were occasional bloggers who talked about seeing a giant blue bug for an instant above them. A flicker at most.

He had been searching for an hour today. It had been about a week since he had begun the search with no help from his teammates. No one believed was getting to be really annoying not being able to rely on them.

"Peter? Are you here?"

"I am Aunt May!" Peter called down. His attention drawn away from the computer. He always had time for her. SHEILD be damned, she was the last family member he had. He wanted to always be there for her.

"Could you come down for a moment? We have company."

Peter mentally ran through a list of possibilities, Harry and MJ were out. She would have just said so. The team... Maybe, but most likely not. She would say friends or their names. Heck she may have even sent them up. Someone from SHIELD? Probably. It was their style. Tony Stark? No. He would be way too loud and expose his identity to his Aunt. That and he was still a little mad that he wrecked the Iron Spider suit. He mentioned more safety features or whatnot before he was questioned by Fury. He turned his screen off and walked down the stairs. He saw his Aunt fussing over someone Peter didn't recognize. A Latino teen.

He was about Peter's height... And build too. At least as far as he could tell looking at the baggy grey hoodie he was wearing. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes. His posture was rather poor and he averted his eyes away from both Peter and his Aunt. His clothes were dirty, though not threadbare. He felt a dull buzz in his head. His spider sense. Not like an immediate danger, more like the mild buzz he had around any "ally". Meaning, anyone who could eventually actually hurt him being in close proximity. Maybe Tiger was right, maybe he was getting a bit paranoid.

"Ma'am, really. It's nothing you need to worry about. I'll be fine. Really." Peter noted him squirming slightly in what seemed to be embarrassment.

"Nonsense. Peter. This is Jaime. Jaime, this is my nephew. Peter."

"Uh hi," Peter said not sure what was really going on.

"Peter, Jaime is going to be staying with us for a little while. Just until he can go home."

"Go home?"

Jaime squirmed a little still refusing to look in Peter's eyes.

"Yeah... I'm not... From around... Here."

Peter stood for a moment not really sure what to make of him. This was not how Fury would usually approach him. He looked at his Aunt for more answers.

"He was out on the streets looking for something to eat."

Oh. Bleeding Heart Aunt May strikes again. Though would he have done differently? He looked back at Jaime whose face was stained a light crimson in embarrassment.

"So... New roomie!" he said with as much enthusiasm as he could. He remembered Danny as his roommate all too well. And he didn't have to keep his "sticky secret" from him. This was going to be a challenge.

"No. That's not necessary. Really. I appreciate the offer but I'd rather not be a burden ma'am," he said quickly. He refused to meet his Aunt's eyes. His hand twitched as if it wanted to grab something.

"Nonsense. A young man such as yourself shouldn't be out on his own."

Brown eyes finally looked at his Aunt. A shy smile came to his face.

"Thank you. I'll do my best not to cause any problems."

"Peter," Aunt May began redirecting the conversation, "Do you think Jaime could borrow some of your clothes. I really need to wash his."

Jaime's lit up crimson once more, "You don't need to do that!" He squeaked.

"Well you need to wear something clean mister. It makes it easier to keep the house clean."

"Yes ma'am."

"Enough of that Ma'am business Jaime. You can call me May."

"Come on Jaime. Let's get some clothes for you."

Peter had to agree with his Aunt. He needed new clothes. His didn't smell very good. Or maybe that was him. It was kind of hard to tell. The stink was just in the general area of the teen so it was obviously him... Maybe this was revenge for bringing four teens into the house out of the blue?

Nah. She wasn't one for revenge. This was just some unfortunate kid who needed a place to stay.

"So here's my room," Peter stated, "and down the hall is the bathroom. I'll get some clothes for you while you show-"

"No!"

Peter raised a brow curiously at the outburst. Jaime fidgeted a bit before averting his gaze to the floor.

"I don't feel comfortable being... Underdressed... Around strangers."

Peter noticed his cheeks staining yet again. Perhaps they would forever be red with how often he seemed to be embarrassed. He didn't comment. Instead he grabbed an old pair of loose sweat pants and a baggy long sleeved shirt he never really wore. He tossed them to Jaime, who fumbled with them in his arms.

"G-Grasias."

"No problem," Peter stated. Jaime slowly left the room, darting down the hall once he was out of sight. He didn't move for a second. The buzzing had stopped. That was odd.

Maybe Jaime was SHEILD... Or some other kind of agent. Well, as long as Fury didn't mention it, he wouldn't even try opening that can of worms.

"Are you sure?... Why would a house need that many security cameras?... Never mind... Are you sure that whoever has the cameras won't see us...? Of course not! You know it would be easier if you didn't talk about terminating everything in sight!... It's an exaggeration! Ugh. Forget it. Be quiet while I shower...

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I hate you. You know that right?"

So... Chapter two. Blue is given sanctuary with Peter and his Aunt May. Please review.