"Aunt May, come on. A blind date? People so don't do those anymore." Peter chuckled slightly, brushing off the idea.

"It's not a blind date, you've met her! And shes nice and pretty, and maybe she can get you out of the house for a change," Aunt May retorted, taking the chip bag out of Peter's hand and replacing it with a sandwich.

Peter shoved half the sandwich in his mouth, still staring at his Aunt's hopeful and somewhat insistent face.

"I don't think me asking her where the bathroom is counts as meeting her," he muttered after finishing his meal.

"Well, you seem to have made an impression on her, because she agreed to let me give you her phone number. Although looking at your manners now, I have no idea why," May huffed, handing her nephew a napkin to wipe his face.

"Oh, you didn't! Do I really have a choice in this at all?" Peter whined, grabbing the slip of paper from May's hand. The phone number of the nurse May worked with was scribbled on the paper in bold, slightly smudged, black ink.

"Please, Peter. Just call her."

"Fine," Peter sighed reluctantly, smiling and making his way out the door.

Peter trudged his way through the crowded New York streets towards the small Italian cafe at which he had chosen to meeting his date. When he called her earlier that day, she'd sounded somewhere between confused and elated. He was almost certain Aunt May didn't tell her why she wanted her number.

As Peter pushed further into the mess of people, he remembered that it was the first time he'd been on a date since Gwen died. He still wasn't ready.

"Hey, Raven?" Peter asked the girl he only vaguely remembered. He knew she had dark hair and dark eyes, but the rest of her features were kind of a fuzzy memory.

"Peter, hi!" Raven exclaimed, jumping up from the bench inside the waiting area of the restaurant. "You look nice." She smiled brightly, flipping up the end of his tie.

Wow, she's already kind of handsy, Peter thought. Aloud, he said, "You look nice, too."

"Thanks. Anything other than scrubs and pajamas is basically foreign to me these days," Raven joked.

"So, we should get a table," Peter said, nodding after a moment of awkward silence.

The two walked to the host stand and were immediately sat an eternity away from the door Peter desperately wanted to run out of.

"So, where do you work?" Raven asked sheepishly.

"I do some freelance photography," Peter replied thoughtlessly, picking at his food.

"That sounds interesting. Must be more exciting than being stuck at a hospital all day."

This is way harder than I thought it would be, Peter thought. Raven was trying so hard to keep the conversation going-she was nice, too, and smart. I just can't open up so soon after Gwen.

Just as Raven finished talking about her trip to Canada, and the table had been silent for a few moments, Peter looked up to see Raven's face go from semi-interested to completely terrified as she stared at something over his shoulder.

"Oh, shit," she breathed.

"Hey, homegirl!" came the loud, obnoxious voice from someone behind Peter. When he turned around, he was met with what seemed to be a man dressed in a shabby attempt at a Spiderman costume.

The man went straight for Raven, almost picking her up out of her seat as he hugged her.

"Wade! What the hell are you doing here?" Raven demanded, squirming away from him and giving Peter an apologetic look.

"Shh! It's Deadpool," the man retorted, gesturing to his black and red mask, which matched with the rest of his spandex suit.

"I'm still not calling you Deadpool. I'm kind of in the middle of something." Raven gestured to Peter, who smiled and gave a small wave.

"Wade" seemed to notice him for the first time.

"Ooooh, Raven's getting laid!" the man chirped childishly. "You look like you've already bored him half to death, Raves." He pulled up a chair next to Peter's, dropping into it gracelessly.

Raven seemed to have already given up, her forehead firmly in her hand as she refused to look up. Peter wondered how many times Wade had done this to her.

"I'm Peter," he finally said, breaking through the silence.

"Nice to meet you, Petey!" Wade exclaimed brightly, grabbing Ravens beer.

"So, what are you, like, Spiderman 2.0?" Peter wasn't sure if he was insulted by his own tone and the Spiderman joke, or if it was Wade's suit that was so insulting.

"Spiderman can suck my d-"

"Wade!" Raven gasped, finally pulling her head out of her hands to glare at him, her cheeks flushed red.

"Yes, my dove?" Wade's gaze moved from Peter back to Raven.

"I will give you everything in my wallet to leave now," she pleaded.

"Sorry, sweets. I'm actually here on business." Wade shrugged in a what can you do? manner, and terror flickered in Raven's eyes.

"Peter, I had a great time, but it's getting kind of late. We should probably go," Raven said urgently.

"Um, sure. I had a great time. I'll just call you later."

"You can get the check," Raven told Wade cheekily, "and I am so kicking your ass later."

And just as weirdly as the night started, it was finally over, and Peter could go home and relax.

But he couldn't, after answering endless questions from Aunt may he retreated to his room and that's when he saw the news. A man had been killed at the same restaurant he had just been too. The new report said it happened only thirty minutes after Raven abruptly ended their date.

The pieces all added up in seconds. The man who had interrupted them had said he was there on business, that's when Raven panicked. The reporter said it looked like a professional hit.

Did I just sit at the same table with a hitman and not even realize it?