Click. Peter unlocked the door as quietly as he could. His Aunt May seemed to be asleep. Most likely his new roomie Jaime was as well. That is, until the light turned on by the stairs. Standing at the top of the stairs was a very awake Jaime.

"Que pasa?"

"What are you still doing up?"

Jaime gave a small forced smile.

"Couldn't sleep. I... Am not used to sleeping in someone else's home," he stated sheepishly. Peter nodded his head pretending to understand. He had something similar when his parents died but he could hardly remember it. He didn't know exactly what to say to the homeless Latino.

"Sorry to hear that. We have some hot chocolate mix. That usually helps me sleep," Peter offered. Jaime didn't say anything for a moment. His eyes darted to his shoulder for a moment before looking back at Peter. There was a veiled irritation noted in his eyes though not directed at Peter.

"Ah, no thanks. Sugar would just keep me up longer hermano."

Peter blinked but shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay. Look, I'm going to bed. Could you... Could you not tell my Aunt May about being out so late?"

"Sure. I'm sure you were doing something important."

"Thanks. See you in the morning," Peter waved. Jaime nodded turning to go up the stairs. Unlike Peter who was relaxed being home, Jaime grew tense listening to the vindictively vicious voice inside his head.

"Impossible. He's too soft spoken. Too shy... He couldn't be," he muttered softly heading to his sleeping cot. His skin felt clammy and gross but he didn't care. If what... If what his little inner demon said was true, then things could only grow more complicated. If Peter really was, an Araño, would that make him an ally? Or an enemy? What did he really know about the red and blue arachnid called bug? He had just met the unitard wearing male earlier that day.

He knew that he was his roomie.

His little inner voice made sure he was aware of it and had more than once suggested eliminating him. Jaime of course did not using the reason that they would be discovered and hunted down. And besides, it wasn't as if he knew that he was the blue flying person that had saved him and his bandana wearing friend from the mutated Rhino.

No. He'd just have to skip town.

But where else could he go? New York had problems. Super human problems. Problems that seemed located generally in the New England area. Problems he could help with.

Problems Blue Beetle, could help with.

He rubbed his face trying to make his mind clearer. To stay or to go. To fight or to hide. Either way, he was sure that he wouldn't be staying with the Parker's for very long. The last thing he needed were good people to get hurt worrying about him like his little sister. He felt his heart clench thinking about his mother and sister, both of whom he had pretty much abandoned by being in this other dimension and not yet trying to go home.

He had little doubt it was for the best though. They would over come him being gone. Much like he was sure the league and the team had. They made it very clear how little they trusted him. How little they wanted him around.

Part of him wanted to see how well they were doing. But he was far to big a coward in his own mind to see them move on without him. He didn't need to make a decision anyway. It wasn't like he was going to run into anyone from his old life anyway.

"Well, I have to say you have a very impressive resume. May I ask your interest in Stark Industries?"

"I love science. And I like helping people. At one time, I wanted to be a forensic scientist. Putting criminals behind bars using science. But being as squeamish as I am around blood, I thought I would try to help humanity in a slightly different way."

"We don't work with the police."

"But Stark Industries doesn't work against them. In fact, Mr. Stark assits as a flying refrigerator."

The interviewer chocked hearing the choice of words from the potential intern.

"Mr. Stark is not-"

"I know. He does have all parts I would hang in my own fridge. Mobile, indestructible, but is still missing the little ice maker."

The interviewer held back a laugh. This guy was different from the others trying for the internship. Witty, sarcastic, and seemed to excel in science. She just hoped Tony wouldn't find out about him and steal him. Not that he ever stole interns. He was more prone to scare them and make them transfer departments. But if this one could go toe to toe in snark, she might actually have one stolen.

"Well, despite if my husband is or is not flying around in a refrigerator, I hope you understand that working here does not guarantee that you will meet him."

"Of course. As much as I would love to meet a flying Fridge, that is just not what I'm here to do. If you'll have me of course," he smiled devilishly.

"I expect to see you on Monday. 9:00 am sharp."

"Can do," he smiled. They stood and shook hands professionaly.

"It's going to be an honor working here Ms. Potts."

"I'm sure it'll be a pleasure having you here Mr. West."

"Please, call me Wally."

The heck. I'm not dead. The story lives. And apparently so does a wayward hero. In the words of another hero not in this story... Let's get dangerous.

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