Hello, my beautiful people! Sorry that I haven't posted in eleventy-million years my health has been pretty bad and I've been having trouble writing.

But hopefully, I'll be able to get back on top of things. :)

Chapter 8:

"Keep them inside!" The Captain shouts over the comms, "our main objective is to keep these things within a four-block radius."

"Got it," Spidey chirps as he swings forward, launching himself onto a flying Doombot, and ripping it open before pulling out (what he hopes) is some imperative wiring.

The thing sparked and withered from under him, shouting "FOOLISH CHILD!" at the teenager in a very creepy impersonation of the real Doctor Doom, before Spidey finally heaved off its head with a grunt of effort. Okay, so decapitating the robots seemed to work…but that took a lot of strength and there were far too many of these things for Peter to have to tear the heads off of every single one of them.

Peter replied a moment later, over the sounds of battle, "I know you are but what am I?" Before webbing the robot's detached head to the ground and taking off for another approaching bot.

"I think that might've proved its point, kid," Falcon said over the comms, Spidey could hear the rushing wind cutting over Sam's voice as he flew around somewhere overhead. But he couldn't see the man from here, Falcon and Iron Man were in charge of keeping the Doombots inside the perimeter, while the rest of them were primarily kicking butts.

"Nah," the spider shrugged as two Doombots came at him from both sides, waiting until the last second before leaping up like a coiled spring and letting the two bots crash into each other before webbing them down. "I'm a mature grown up," Peter told his friend, "I'm like-like at least a level 3 adult, maybe even a 4!"

"If you still refer to adults as 'grown ups'," Natasha spoke over the line, it was still so weird to have people to talk to while in the midst of battle, but it was good, less lonely, and definitely less stressful. "Then I'm gonna go out on a limb here, and say, you are in fact not one."

Peter gasped loud and dramatic, before shoving his fist into a Doombot's face and ripping it open (boy, was he going to have some split knuckles later) "I feel offended, I take the highest form of offense."

There were light snickers over the link before Iron Man's voice came, sounding a bit more tinny than usual. "Hey Katniss," Tony addressed Clint, "get this guy off my tail would'ya."

"Got'ya, you overpriced trash-ben," Hawkeye answered back. Spiderman could just see the man out of the corner of his eye, the Archer placed high up on the edge of a building sending out any arrows he could to stop the Doombots. But they just seemed to never end, the robots in their too short green skirts, were coming from nowhere and everywhere, and Spidey wasn't sure that the teams' current efforts would be enough to hold them. They needed some sort of game plan, but until Peter came up with one, he was going to keep that little thought to himself.

"I am hurt, Barton," Tony spoke, there was a huff of exertion from the man, but Peter couldn't spot Iron Man from his position. "Right in the black hole where my heart used to be."

Peter snickered, before leaping forward and twisting in the air, grabbing onto a bot by the back of its dress (dress, skirt, drapes, it was all the same in Peter's mind) and trying to tear off its head, but in a very disturbing (and unexpected) move, the Doombot twisted its head and arms around so that it was now facing Spidey.

"Hi there," the teenager greeted before punching it square in the face, "nice weather we're havin'," Peter went on as the bot tried to electrocute him, "bit more Doom than they said there'd be in the forecast, but what can ya do?"

"Idiotic vermin!" The Doombot boomed, (hehe, Doom-Boom, rhyming at its best) "You are beneath Doom!" It went on, almost blasting one of Spidey's arms, but the teenager's trusty spider-sense saved him from being one freshly chard arachnid.

"One," Spidey began as he crawled over the robot, trying to gain purchase high up in the air and off balance as they were, "I am not beneath you, I am on your head, you noodle brain. And two, I think you should meet one pickle-puss of an editor, you guys would get along swimmingly."

"Did you just call one of these things a 'noodle brain'?!" Clint gawked over the line, "how anyone fears you, I will never know."

"Pray tell," Thor spoke over the comm, making it crackle in Peter's helpless ear. "What is this 'noodle brain'?"

Spidey couldn't help the bark of laughter that left his mouth, his eyes scrunching at the corners as his smile widened beneath the mask, he heard Tony trying to explain what the metaphor meant to the Asgardian a moment later, and then Steve's surprised chuckle, a light background noise over the comm link.

The teenager opened his mouth to say something witty, (as he tends to do) but before he could get the quip out Peter's spider-sense gave a loud ringing jolt, and before he could do much more than push away from the robot he was straddling, the thing gave a high-pitched beep, and detonated.

Spiderman was sent flying backward as the Doombot came apart with a loud 'choomkkk', metal ripping apart and green fabric catching fire. The teenager crashed into the side of a car, the window crunching under his back, and the wind knocked out of his lungs with a loud wheezed breath.

"Spidey?!"

"Kid, you alright?"

"Pete?"

"Spiderman, report,"

"I have eyes on Spiderman, he got thrown into a car after one of these bastards blew up from under him," Hawkeye was replying to the rest of the team, which was nice because Spidey didn't think he could quite talk yet. Peter heaved, blinking a few times and lifting himself back up onto slightly wobbly legs. His ears were ringing, and he now had a big'ol headache, but there didn't seem to be much damage.

"Mm'all good," the teenager told his team, "nothing an Advil won't f-" Peter's words were snatched from his mouth as a loud roar was heard, the sound of it vibrating up Spidey's back, but it wasn't scary or unfamiliar, the teen turned to face the noise. Watching as the large mass of Hulk barreled down the street taking out and smashing Doombots as he went.

"Spider!" Hulk greeted before snatching Peter up and kicking a bot away like it was nothing more than a tin-can. Spiderman yelped as he was pulled onto Hulk's shoulder before righting himself and patting the massive monster on the head.

"Hey buddy," Peter replied. He hadn't seen Hulk this whole battle, he could hear him, and sometimes he thought he might've seen a flash of green (but it was hard to tell with all the Doombot's and their green kilts) and it wasn't like Hulk had a comm, so.

"Spider smash?" Hulk asked after Peter had settled himself on his shoulder.

Spiderman smiled wide under his mask, before cracking his knuckles and looking to his friend, a lot of people feared the Hulk, and rightly so, he was not someone to mess with and it didn't take a lot to get on his bad side. But Spidey had nothing to be afraid of, and honestly having the Hulk as one of your friends and allies made a person a heck of a lot stronger. "Spider smash." Peter agreed.

And with that Hulk let out a rumbling roar and charged, Peter still on his shoulder. The Doombots all began to turn away, running and starting up their jetpacks to make their escape. But Hulk wasn't going to let that fly, (hehe, get it- 'fly') The green monster leaped in the air with another war cry, and Peter cackled as he and Hulk went soaring upward and into the middle of a group of bots.

Awe, Peter loves his life.

"This," Spidey heaved another Doombot into the air, "is" launching it upward, "getting" with a grunt and straining arms, "really, really," before webbing it to a building, "old." He told his team over the comm.

"DOOM!" A robot screamed at Spidey before kicking the teenager in the gut, Peter huffed as he made himself spring up and rip it's head off, "I GET IT! DOOM DOOM DOOM, WE'RE ALL DOOMED! YADA YADA YADA!"

Peter was starting to get grumpy, they have been at this for who knows how long and he is beyond sore and about ready to start eating the Doombot's he's so hungry. The problem with the darn bot's is that if there is enough left of them, they just start putting themselves back together, and that, with the fact that new ones were still coming, meant that the Avengers have had a very long day, and it looks as if it might be going into the night, if they don't come up with a better plan than 'rip off their heads.'

"I think someone's hangry," Hawkeye said over the link, "does Spiderman want some num-nums?"

Peter huffed, "you, hawk-butt," he began his reply as he used his thighs to crush one of these stupid robots' heads, (man, if only Nat had seen that, she would have been proud, she and Peter have been working on that move for over a week now) "Get to sit all cozy up on a building while I'm getting the crap kicked outta me."

"Well maybe if you were better at dodging you wouldn't be kicked around so much," Clint said without missing a beat.

"You can't see me Clint, but I'm flipping you off." The teenager remarked.

"Oh, the family love," Tony chirped, from somewhere high above.

"Truly is beautiful," Sam replied a moment later.

"Enough," Cap said, trying to be scolding, but after months of living with the man Peter could easily make out the amusement in his voice. "Spiderman's right, this has been going on for too long, we need a new strategy."

"I think I could be of assistance in that area," a new voice replied as the comm link gave a cackle. Spidey jumped, not recognizing the man that was now talking in his ear.

"Richards?" Tony gawked over the link. "This is a secure line." The billionaire grumbled. So, Tony knew who had hacked their comms? Because Spidey still didn't have a clue. But no one seemed worried, or freaked, just shocked…so it was probably okay…probably.

"Ha!" Another man's voice came on, this one sounding younger, "not anymore Iron Man."

Okay, Peter was getting more and more confused by the minute. "What the heck is going on!?" He couldn't help but ask, however, his outburst drew the attention of a few more Doombot's, and they all charged the teenager at once, yelling "DOOM!" in unison.

"Oh, c'mon!" Spidey complained, "can't we just be friends? Let's go out for a pizza, maybe buy you guys some pants." The bots ignored Peter, as they started piling up, surrounding and trapping Spidey. The teenager wasn't as strong as he had been at the beginning of this battle, he had burned too many calories, and was now running on no fuel. "Hey, Thor!" Spidey called as he was knocked down and electrocuted, (don't bite your tongue don't bit your tongue) "Little help here!?"

A moment later the ground shook as something collided with it, and then the Doombots were being knocked away from Peter and smashed apart. The teenager panted before lifting himself up to his elbows and watching as The Thing finished demolishing the robots. "You…" Peter began, feeling gobsmacked. "Are not Thor." He settled on.

The Thing looked down at the spider and raised a rocky eyebrow, "no." He said in his groggled voice, "what tipped it off?"

"The Fantastic Four have come to help," Steve spoke over the line.

Peter blinked up at The Thing before the man helped him to his feet, Spidey felt wobbly and still a bit confused. Sure Dr. Doom was usually the Fantastic Four's MO, but they hadn't arrived this whole fight and it had been going on for hours, Peter just figured they were off world. But evidently, he had been wrong.

"We just finished up with our own army of Doombots across Manhattan," a woman spoke, Spidey figured that must be the Invisible Woman. Peter had never met the Four before…okay, well, once they had given a speech down at his high school, but that was before. Before Gwen and Aunt May died, before Peter had lost his home and voice, before Hydra and the Avengers, before Peter had found a new life for himself.

Now, Peter felt more on even ground with them. Back when he was still fifteen and considering his life as Spiderman he hadn't felt that he was anywhere near the same level as the Four, they were 'untouchable' in the teenager's mind, but that's what Peter had also thought of the Avengers. And now he knew they were just people, just like everyone else, but with a meaner punch and a grittier lifestyle. (S'why he fit in just dandy)

"I constructed a device that gives off a frequency that renders the Doombots lifeless." Mr. Fantastic spoke over the comm, and oh man! This guy was an absolute genius, Peter had always wanted to meet Reed Richards if for nothing else, then to just talk about science with the man. Don't get Peter wrong, Tony and Bruce were totally his science bros, but Reed Richards dealt with different things than they did. He went to other worlds and experimented with technology that wasn't even from Earth, so if Peter wanted to have a bit of a fangirl meltdown within his own head…well, there weren't any telepath here, so…

There were grunts of acknowledgment and muttered 'thank god(s)' over the comm link from the rest of the team as Mr. Fantastic revealed his idea. "The difficult part, however," the man began, "is that it must be wired internally to at least three Doombots for it to reach the rest of them."

Peter bit his lip from under the mask. So, they would need to get ahold of three different robots and crack them open without killing them, then they could program the virus into the Doombot and just let it work its course…alright…Peter had done harder things, they could pull this off.

The teenager cracked his gloved knuckles, and wiggles the stiffness out of his limbs, "piece of cake," Spidey said over the comms, "oh god! CAKE! Sam-Falcon-Bird Man, can we please have cake when we get back to the Tower!?" The teenager asked, he was so hungry he was going to die he swears to g- oh! Maybe he was going through a growth spurt!?

God knows Peter needs it, the teenager is still shorter than most of his peers and he is going to stick out like a sore thumb when he goes to college in the fall. A growth spurt would be a blessing at this point, even if that means Peter was going to have to suffer through the eternal hunger for a few weeks, it would be worth it if he grew an inch or two…or six.

"Gotta eat your veggies first, squirt," Clint answered at the same time Sam said, "what kind of cake?"

Spidey hummed, "I don't care, as long as you're making it Sam." The teenager said before, "and Clint, you suck!"

There were a few murmurs over the line before that young voice (still sounded older than Peter though) spoke again, "dude we get this over with and the pizzas' on Reed!"

Spidey felt a little weird talking to people he couldn't see or picture, but he was pretty sure this voice had to be the Human Torch's, that guy was around his age, right? He was the youngest on the Fantastic Fours team, much like Spidey was on the Avengers.

"Celebratory cake and pizza for kickin' the Doombot's metal butts," Peter replied, "I'm in."

The Invisible Woman spoke then, her eye-roll evident in her voice, "gettin' ahead of yourselves boys, we still need to beat the Doombots before we can start making pizza orders."

There was a muttered conversation that Peter couldn't make out and then Iron Man was saying, "whoever beats'em first doesn't foot the bill," and then everyone was running, the promise of food and no more fighting once this was all over, was a very good incentive for all of the heroes involved.

Taking down the Doombots hadn't been all that hard once the team had a plan, just crack'em open program the virus into the mainframe and then sit back and watch as the robots crumpled lifelessly to the floor one at a time, Spidey felt like he was on cloud nine by the time the last Doombot crashed to the ground.

In the end, Peter is pretty sure that the two teams just split the bill for the pizza, honestly, Spidey would have paid for it himself, just as long as he got to stuff his face when this was all over.

After the battle, Iron Man and Falcon had offered to go grab the food while the rest of the heroes began cleaning up the remains of the many, many, robots, (Peter thinks they got the better end of that deal, but whatever, because food!)

It was a bit odd working along with the Fantastic Four, Peter could tell there was something between Tony and Dr. Richards, Tony didn't seem to like the man very much, but they were both being sort of polite (in that weird fake way that was clearly an act) but who cares, Spidey could ask what that was all about later.

For now, Peter was busy lifting dead robots and throwing them into a pile for later pick up, (and who the heck would be picking them up? The teenager wanted to know) Because now that SHEILD was no longer a thing, what organization dealt with a broken army of evil Doombots? (Peter's life is like a bad movie)

About twenty minutes into the cleanup Iron Man and Flacon landed with at least a dozen pizzas, "get'em while they're hot, kiddies," Tony had chirped as the two groups began digging in, forgetting about the mess left in the wake of their battle in favor of feeding their grumbling stomachs, (post battle hunger was something that all heroes dealt with, growing teenager or not)

Spidey opted to steal a whole box for himself, (hey! he was a hungry growing spider, he can do what he wants) dodging Thor's large grabby hands with a cackle, and web-slinging himself to the safety of a ledge on a high up building where he could eat in peace but still keep an eye on everybody down below.

When Peter was on his fifth slice of pepperoni and mushroom pizza, however, someone landed behind Spidey with a muffled 'thud' of boots. At first, the teenager figured it was Clint coming to pester him (check on him) but Peter could still see the Archer down on the street with the others, one of his arms slung over Bruce's shoulders in a friendly gesture.

Peter blinked as he turned to the other person on the roof, finding not one of the Avengers, but one of the Fantastic Four. Johnny Storm, yeah, The Johnny Storm. "Uh," Spidey mumbled around a large bite of pizza feeling a bit confused at seeing the other teenager. Sure, they had passed each one another or spoken quickly over the comms during battle, but that didn't really count for anything. "Hi," Peter finally got out.

The blond smiled at Spidey, his lower lip split open, his hair ruffled and windswept, and his blue suit smudged with grime, but he didn't look any worse for wear than the rest of them did, still coming down from the post battle adrenaline high and fear induced jitters that came with fighting for hours on end.

"Hey," the other boy said back. "That seat taken?" He gestured to the ledge next to Peter, still grinning that white-toothed smile that Peter had only seen in magazines or on billboards up until this point.

Spidey shifted over a few inches, "nope, go ahead." He shrugged one shoulder, letting the other boy sit next to him, the pizza box placed between their dangling legs as something like a buffer.

Peter side eyed the blond, not knowing exactly what to say or do, on a normal day Spidey was all for talking and embarrassing himself with his overly excited mouth and lack of tact, especially when meeting a fellow hero (god knows he had made an utter fool of himself when he first met Daredevil) but he had come up here to be alone for a couple of minutes and he wasn't exactly in the best mood to be making small talk.

The teenager needed some time to let his body recharge, Spidey was over stimulated from the fight and being electrocuted a few too many times, and he was just now getting his first meal of the day after only three hours of nightmare infested sleep the night prior, Peter was beyond pooped, and a tired Peter was a less talkative Peter…

"I gotta bone to pick with you," Johnny said a moment later, breaking the slightly awkward silence that had settled over the two teenagers.

Peter levered the other with a caught off guard stare, (though it was probably a bit hard to tell with his mask still half on) "What?" He asked, feeling slightly defensive but a tad curious as well.

"Yeah," Johnny leaned back on his hands gazing out at the slowly darkening sky, he looked relaxed in a way Peter didn't feel; Johnny seemed to be one of those people that felt at ease in any social situation. (Of course, Peter could be wrong, he just met the kid) But that was a trait that Peter had always envied in other people, he sure was jealous of it right now. "You totally stole my shtick," Johnny stated.

"I…" Peter trailed off, finding himself even more confused, "what?" He settled on again.

"Yup, don't deny it, dude," the blond went on, he sounded a touch playful, a teasing tone lifting his voice ever so slightly, "teenage superhero, lives with older heroes in a big'ol skyscraper in the middle of New York, livin' life as a high-profile celebrity. Don't think I didn't notice."

Peter gawked at the other, opening his mouth before closing it again, his brain malfunctioning inside of his head because he hadn't even thought about that. It was true though, now that Peter was unmasked as Spiderman he guessed that he and the Human Torch did have a few things in common.

Johnny went on before Peter could think of a reply. "Yup," he popped the P on the end, "totally stole everyone's attention man, not cool." Johnny winked with the last statement showing that he was joking, "probably because you got the whole baby face thing goin' for'ya, people love getting a new celebrity puppy."

That sentence broke Peter out of his stupor, loudly spluttering in indignance "'baby face'!?" he repeated, feeling offended and defensive at being referred to as such, (he was Spider-Man dag-nab-it!) "I do not have a 'baby face'."

Johnny shrugged, still casually gazing out to the sky, not even glancing at Spidey, "I can't tell'ya how surprised we all were when you unmasked, turns out Spiderman is just a toddler in spandex."

Peter couldn't help it, he grabbed a piece of pizza and threw it at Johnny Storm's stupidly perfect face. "Well, how older are you!?" Peter demanded he knew that the other teenager couldn't be that much older than him.

Johnny laughed loudly when the greasy slice smacked against his face, his chest moving with the motion before he pulled the pizza off and beginning to eat it a moment later. "Eighteen." He said around a mouth full of crust.

Peter huffed rolling his eyes under the mask, "you got two years on me, big whoop. So if I'm a toddler then you're a kid." He told the older as he took another slice of pizza, the cheese stretching from the box and getting on Spidey's gloved fingers.

"No-no I think it's cool." Johnny spoke an instant later, "I always thought you were older, like at least in your late twenties or something, never even thought that Spiderman was around my age."

The conversation was a bit strange, but it had gotten Peter to loosen up, he wondered absently, if that had been the point of the teasing in the first place. "Yeah?" He enquired back.

"Yeah." Johnny answered, "we should hang out sometime." He said, sounding genuine and maybe a little hesitant. "S'kinda hard to make friends with our lifestyle, y'know?"

Spidey glanced at the other over his shoulder, he hadn't ever thought it would be hard for Johnny Storm of all people to make friends. He was such a hot-shot (pun intended) but now that Peter was a publicly known superhero he could see how it would be hard to make friends.

Peter didn't have any friends (outside of the Avengers) because he feared that what happened to Gwen would happen to anyone else he became close too. And Peter doesn't think he could deal with the guilt of anyone else dying because of him, sometimes just thinking about Gwen made him want to curl up into a ball and never move again.

Was that what Johnny was saying? Did Johnny Storm fear the same thing Peter did? Or had it already happened like it had with Peter? Had he lost someone due to the figurative mask?

Instead of asking any of that though, Peter huffed a laugh and agreed, "tell me about it." Before, "my people will get in touch with your people, let's make this happen." Peter said in the most flippant voice he could pull off, waving a hand in gesture.

Johnny snickered beside him but didn't say anything else. The silence was more comfortable now though, the adults down below starting to pack up and retreat, the sun painting the sky in a pinkish orange that made everything seem more wistful and dazed. Peter's stomach was no longer eating itself and he was pretty sure the last tendrils of adrenaline were finally out of his system, he finally felt like he could breathe.

"Why do'ya still wear the mask?" Johnny asked after a handful of minutes had passed.

Peter leaned back to mirror the older, the concrete cold under his body, making it that he had to repress a shiver, "habit?" Spidey replied, though the way he said it made it sound more like a question rather than a statement.

"Well fights over," Johnny said, "you can take it off, I feel like I'm talkin' to a big bug."

Peter hummed as he slipped the rest of the spandex off of his head, his hair puffing out with it, "arachnid," he mumbled absently.

"Bless you," Johnny replied.

Peter glared at the older, his face now fully on display so that the other could get the full scope of it, "not a bug," Spidey began, "an arachnid."

Johnny ignored him, instead, pulling on one of Peter's newly exposed cheeks, "see," he cooed, "like I said- baby face."

Peter didn't feel any remorse for kicking Johnny in the shin. Even when that somehow turned into a subpar food fight, which escalated into a lazy wrestling match up on the roof, with both teens covered in food and playfully yelling at each other.

Peter was finally doing something that he should have done a long time ago.

Two sets of a dozen sunflowers in hand, an oversized maroon and gray sweater on, and a slight hop to his step, Peter crawled out of the taxi he had taken and laid his eyes on the very familiar streets of Queens.

Of course, now that Peter had his web-shooters back he came over to this part of the city and patrolled, (if for nothing other than the nostalgia of it) every other night as Spiderman. But Peter hadn't been here without the mask in months.

The teenager had gotten an early start to his day today, waking up at 4:00am due to nightmares and not being able to fall back asleep, Peter had decided to take a page out of Steve's book and get up with the sun and head over to his home borough. It was either that or wait for the others to wake up, so Peter seized his opportunity.

It was nearly 6:00am now, so the city was starting to bustle and hustle around Peter, half dead and sleepy people fighting for taxis and cups of coffee as they began their day. But it was fairly quiet and secluded where the teenager was headed. Easily weaving his way through the throngs of people Peter made his way to the large graveyard a few blocks away from where he had been dropped off.

The grass was still frozen with early morning dew, giving a slight 'crunch' under Peter's converses, a satisfying sound as Peter walked through it. It was going to be a sunny day today, the sky mostly blue, only broken up by a light speckling of smog and clouds.

The teenager didn't have to think about where he was going, his feet already remembering which steps to take in order to get to his family's graves, something that was no longer a mental thought but more of a physical pull.

A few feet from his parents and Aunt and Uncle's graves, however, the sixteen-year-old stumbled at the sight that lay before him, nearly tripping over his own feet as he took in a sharp breath and stared wide-eyed.

The four graves were littered with gifts, many different types of flowers, cards of all sizes, little stuffed-animals, children's drawings, and other tiny objects all lay scattered in front or on the four pillars.

Peter took a wobbly step forward, his knees suddenly feeling like jelly and his lungs expanding in his chest, he felt completely floored by the sight. There were just so many things, he hadn't expected this at all. When Peter had decided to visit his family, he had expected it to look the same as it always did, empty and lonely.

Peter's throat felt clogged as he carefully took a seat among the strewn out gifts, running his fingers over the matted turfed of a bear and poking at a small Spiderman action figure that lay by his Uncle Ben's headstone.

There were so many letters, some addressed to Aunt May some to Uncle Ben, others to his long-lost parents. Peter didn't think he should read them, they weren't written for him, but he did look over the many drawings that sat folded against the headstones. There were a lot of drawing of him, well Spiderman. One of a red and blue figure lifting a bus, another of him web-slinging through the air. Always with the words 'Thank You' or 'Love You' scrawled in crayon or colored pencil over the front.

Peter was completely stunned, his eyes moist and his mouth working to form coherent words. After who knows how long, of sitting at his family's graves taking it all in, Peter looked up and gave a watery chuckle, "I see you guys have had some visitors." He spoke into the morning air. "Secrets out," Peter almost whispered, as if the words were only for his family. "I'm Spiderman."

Peter placed a hand against May's gravestone, tracing her name with the tips of his fingers, biting his lower lip the teenager took the two dozen sunflowers from where he had dropped them in his shock, and divided them up, placing some in front of his parent's graves and then his Aunt and Uncle's. Most people said that sunflowers were a too happy a flower to place in front of someone's grave, but Peter didn't see why he would want to give his loved ones a sad flower in place of a happy one.

Once Peter had arranged the flowers how he wanted, the bright yellow of them almost lost among the rest of the gifts, he just sat for a while, silent in shock over the vast amount of love shown for his family by the people of his cherished city. It made Peter feel warm, something puffing in his chest and settling there for later inspection.

The four gravestones look freshly washed, no grime or dirt smudging or staining the gray stone. Peter wanted to thank the people who had done this, who had taken the time to buy or make gifts and bring them here for his family.

At first, the teenager didn't know how he could possibly thank everyone, he had no way of knowing who had done this. But then a thought came to him, Peter stood, slipping his phone out of his pocket and taking a few steps back from the four graves. Making sure to get the gifts and the names carved into the headstones clearly in the shot, Peter snapped a picture, posting it to his public Twitter feed with the words, 'Thank you.' As the only explanation for the picture.

Feeling somewhat emotionally rung out, and knowing that people might try to come find him at the graveyard now that they knew where he was, Peter said his goodbyes to his family, with a promise of coming back soon, grabbing the last half dozen sunflowers, he had one more place to go before he headed back to the Tower.

Passing a large tree and a few other early risers Peter made his way over a steep hill and twisted his way to another familiar grave. This one by itself and looking a bit lonely, but it was alright, the sun was peeking through the clouds and illuminating the cold stone into something warmer.

Setting the bright sunflowers in front of the grave and brushing the tips of his fingers over the top of the stone in something like a caress, Peter placed himself in front of the grave and spoke softly, "boy, do I got a lot to tell you, Gwen."

So quick thing, on this day (20th of May) of last year, I posted the first chapters of RH, can you guys believe I've been writing fanfiction for a whole year now!? (Craziness)
So in a sort of thank you for following me and sticking with me for a year, I not only posted this chapter today, but I also posted a chapter of one of my other Spiderman stories 'Brace for Impact' so be sure to go check that out as well.

If you wanna see my art for this chapter it is up on my tumbler. :)
(Peter is a cutey to draw)

Thank you all for being patient with me and for continuing to read and comment on this story after a year of posting it, it means the world to me. ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

~Fernandidilly-yo out!