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Peter was living life in a daze since Saturday. He hadn't been allowed to go back to school yet, he had been shoved in a home and he had just been told he was going to meet a great something or other who was potentially going to be his guardian. It was Wednesday today Peter found out in surprise. He wasn't sure he remembered Monday or Tuesday passing, like I told you before, life was a daze.

There was no one exceptional in the house that stood out to Peter. Seven other people lived there with two house parents patrolling on a rota. Four of the residents were guys and three were girls ranging from nine to seventeen. They had said hi, they had tried to include him in their conversation and they had left him alone. Most of them knew the need to mourn, the others had been shoved in enough homes to know that Peter just wanted to be left alone. He didn't even have enough energy to go out as Spiderman.

Peter came out of his fogged up brain when he processed what the house parent had told him about five minutes ago – he had a relative left! Then again, it was supposed to be his great something or other, the guy (or girl) was probably an old coot who was hunted down and being guilt tripped to take him in. Peter then thought of running away. If his great relative had somehow survived then they must have extraordinary powers, everyone in the family died: his parents, his grandparents and his aunt and uncle. This person deserved to live. Then again, Peter could just say no and not bother going. Peter guessed he just had to wait.

Peter sat in his room, his three boxes of things were still untouched on stacked in a corner of his room, well at least, his shared room. There was a bunk bed up against one wall and a chest of draws up against the other with a single window looking out onto the street on the third wall and a door into the dull, dirty corridor on the forth.

Peter shared a room with a kid named Vince. Vince seemed nice, he was a bit boisterous and with Peter being a constant downer at the moment, he spent most of his time in his friends' rooms. Peter was perfectly happy with this and welcomed the silence. Peter crawled to the end of the bed to the corner were all his belongings were stacked and pulled his uncle's bag into his lap before lying bag down and fingering the owl broach, it was so smooth yet so detailed. Peter rummage through the content. Aunt May had never gotten round to clearing out the bag, it would have hurt too much. Peter found his uncle's daily planner. It had parent's evening dates filled out and dinner dates with aunt May and other friends. Peter slammed the book shut, he didn't want to go into a further depression. He then found the letter that had been under his pillow. It had aunt May's handwriting scrawled on the front and it smelled of her hand cream. Peter took a deep breath before opening the card and saw that there was a folded up A4 piece of paper with half the page filled out in big hand writing.

Dear Peter,

Happy Birthday, I know I've said it 100 times today but I can't believe you're all grown up. Now I know I should be confronting you, talking to you face to face, and if, when you finish reading this, we can talk if you want. I just thought this would stop any awkward confrontations or anything like that. Anyway, back to the point. I know what you do in your spare time, I wished you would stop lying to me but at the same time I don't want you to. If you're anything like your father, you're stubborn. You won't stop this even if I beg you. I know you're Spiderman. Before you ask how I figured it out, it wouldn't take Sherlock to guess. You come home with bruises, you've turned the washing a mix of blue and red and every time the vigilante is on the news you either come home with bruises or come down to breakfast with bruises. I also went to check on you at three in the morning and your bed was empty but the window was open. I'm not sure if I'm happy with your extracurricular activities but whatever you choose, I'll support you and keep shouting at that rude reporter!

All my love,

Aunt May.

Peter stared at the letter, May had known? And she was alright with it? This took a huge weight off his chest, his aunt knew and understood! For some reason, this made Peter look forward to Friday and meeting his relative.

Friday came too quickly for Steve. He didn't sleep well last night, the nerves were eating into his stomach. He didn't know why he was so nervous! Either Peter would want to live with him or not. It was just – I don't know – Peter was a part of him! He had had a daughter! Peggy had never married, she had stayed faithful to him! The thought made him giddy. Finally it was morning, an acceptable time to do a morning workout. Instead of going to the simulations room or hitting countless punch bags, Steve opted for the pool and dove in to start off his forty five minute workout.

It was eight o'clock when he had finally got the smell of chlorine out of his hair and he was dressed for breakfast. His meeting with Peter was at nine so he headed downstairs for a breakfast of porridge and then he would head off.

"So, how far away is the home?" Tony asked as Steve tucked into his breakfast.

"Half an hour away." Steve said before swallowing another mouthful.

"Car or walking?" Tony pestered.

"Car." Steve announced and then he felt dumb. He didn't have a car and Tony knew it!

"Well then, when do we leave?" Tony asked grinning; he knew he had caught him. He would get to meet the Cap's great grandson, cool! He knew that Steve knew this too from his expression which easily showed that he was trying to hold back a groan.

Peter woke to his roommate, Vince, shaking him awake.

"Come on dude! You're getting out of this hell hole! Nancy told me to get you up, your meeting is in ten minutes." Vince shook harder. Peter moaned in response and then rolled out of bed before realising what Vince had just said; TEN MINUTES?!

Peter sat up and ran to the bathroom. He tried to tame his unruly hair before giving up and brushing his teeth, he couldn't be bothered with breakfast. That meant that Peter was ready within eight minutes and downstairs by nine. At the bottom of the stairs stood Nancy, the parent on duty at the moment.

"Cutting it close, Parker." Nancy noted before fussing over Peter's hair and the creases in his t-shirt. Finally she gave up and led him to an empty room with only a plain table and four chairs surrounding it. It was one of the conference rooms where potential parents might come in and adopt a child. Peter never thought he would see the inside.

Nancy left Peter to his nerves and Peter sat in the chair with his back to the door. He looked at his watch and saw that his relative was almost five minutes late, maybe he/she wasn't going to show! Maybe they didn't want him anymore! For the next minute and a half those sort of thoughts buzzed around Peter's scientific mind until the sound of voices became louder outside as they approached the door. He heard someone gripping the door and didn't turn around to see who might come through.

Tony was being a pain, they had left over ten minutes late and now he was shooting down the streets above the speed limit! They were going to get caught and then they would be even later. Steve kept his jaw clamped so he didn't bite Tony's head off in frustration. He was anxious enough as it was. And then Tony went and made it worse.

"What if the kid is really annoying! I don't want to live with a kid like that. Or maybe his sense if hygiene is worse than mine. Do you think Pepper would kick him out? Maybe he won't like you, or he's gay – which would be fine by me – but how would you react when he brought his boyfriend to the tower?"

Tony went on and on and on. Steve had to use all his will power not to thump the man. Finally, as if someone above was smiling at them, they made it to the children's home only five minutes late. Steve ordered Tony to stay in the car and glared when the scientist looked like he wanted to protest. He didn't in the end.

Steve ran into the building and was met by a slightly round woman in a purple shirt and a pair of jeans. She was smiling but she looked exhausted, Steve guessed that's what lots of kids did to you.

"Good morning ma'am. I'm here to meet Peter Parker, sorry I'm late, my driver decided to take his time getting ready." Steve announced formally as he stuck his hand out. The woman eyed him cautiously.

"I was informed that Parker would be taken in by his great grandfather." The woman said sceptically.

"My name is Steve Rogers, you may know me as Captain America. I was frozen for the last sixty five years." Steve clarified. The woman went bright red, she had heard of Captain America and she had just doubted him. This was embarrassing.

"I am so sorry. My na – name is Nancy. I am t – the parent on dut – duty at the moment. Please follow me." Nancy stuttered before quickly leading the way feeling like a fool.

Steve let out a small smile. It made him laugh how some people thought he was above them just because of who he was.

They were heading towards a door at the end of a corridor when Nancy stopped.

"I just need you to fill something out before you go in." Nancy said before handing him a clipboard. Steve hadn't heard. The blood was pumping through his ears and deafening him he was so scared. He kept walking to the door.

"Mr Rogers?" Nancy said.

Steve didn't hear her.

"Mr Rogers, stop!" She said raising her voice. Steve had grabbed the door knob.

"I need you to fill out a few details before you can go in there." Nancy said. Steve looked at his hand clasping the door handle before letting go and heading towards Nancy and her clipboard. Peter Parker sat on the other side of that door, all he had to do was walk in.

"Just write your address, contact details and filled out any other questions." Nancy said.

Peter heard as the person on the other side of the door let go of the handle. Was this person having second doubts?! Peter could hear Nancy's voice on the other side of the door and then nothing. Had his only living family gone? What was happening? Peter was so scared. The analogue clock in the room ticked loudly as if taunting Peter.

Steve had finally finished answering the questions. It had taken him over a minute to find out what his number was. Tech these days was so complicated. He had no idea how to work his phone. Nancy finally stepped in and assisted him.

One question had been: What will you do if the child starts annoying you or you lose your temper?

Steve read and reread the question, where they asking if he would hit the boy?

He responded honestly.

Depending on the severity of the situation, I will restrict his use of technology and his social life until I deem fit. I will also help him understand the consequences of doing ill to himself and/or those around him.

Steve then signed off and went back to the door. He handed the clipboard to Nancy and took the door handle once more before swinging the door open and holding his breath.