I can't believe I'm starting another multi-chaoter fic. This is terrible. The Plot Bunnies have me under their control. But oh well, Spider-Man has always been my favorite superhero, and Homecoming had just amplified my love for Peter Parker. Yeah.

Also, in Civil War did Cap kick or punch Peter to give him that bruise on his face?

Disclaimer: I don't own this.

Chapter One: 'F' Stands for Freaking

-Jin

The cool breeze of spring blew and birds chirped in the sky as Peter Parker strolled his way through a certain cemetery located somewhere in New York. It's been a few weeks since he had aided in putting Vulture behind bars and he honestly couldn't be more glad that whole cluster mess was finally sorted through. Mr Stark had given him back his suit and Aunt May hadn't killed him or grounded him for life (yet), so things have finally seemed to calm down enough for Peter to visit an important figure in his life.

The grass felt soft under his fingertips as he sat down in from of what was in his opinion the grave of the most important person in the whole cemetery.

He didn't say anything as he stared at the worn stone belonging to his Uncle Ben. He didn't have to, he had already told Uncle Ben most of everything that he had gotten up to in the past half year. The tombstone was pretty much the only thing besides Ned and Aunt May that knew the whole story of Spider-Man.

He quietly placed a small bundle of flowers against the stone and continued to sit, feeling a lot of nostalgia. A smile crept onto his lips as he forgot about the present and started to wonder in memories. Meeting Mr Stark, getting his new suit, fighting Captain F. America, defeating Vulture, all of it. So much had conspired in the past few weeks that it was almost impossible to actually wrap his mind around it.

Suddenly, something pulled him out of his thoughts and back into the cemetery.

"Is that someone important to you?"

Peter went rigid. He recognized that voice. He was almost afraid to turn around but he knew he had to. He guessed it was time to see if the mask of Spider-Man actually worked.

"What?" He asked innocently enough when he turned his body to come face to face with the last person Peter expected to meet.

Captain Frick Frackin' America. Aka Steve Rogers while in his street clothes.

Steve smiled gently and sat down next to Peter. Peter started to nervously tap his fingers. It was the man that pretty much everyone feared and respected. The man that scolded Peter about getting detention. The man who introduce P.E exercises. The man Aunt May swore vengeance against when she found out that he was the "Steve from Brooklyn" who gave Peter a black eye. To say he was calm would be the lie of the century. Peter was mentally freaking out, which showed on his overly expressive face. The mask hid more than his identity that was for sure.

"What's your name, son?" Steve finally asked after a few silence filled moments. Moments filled with mental torture in Peter's opinion. Steve seemed to notice Peters eternal freaking out because he quickly put on the kind of expression he did while on the school's TV.

Peter tried to calm his breathing. "P-Peter… sir…"

"Well, Peter, are you here to visit someone important to you too?" Steve asked.

"Too?"

Steve sighed and looked up to the sky. "I've lost a lot of people, son."

"Sorry."

Steve hummed. "We've all lost something, what matters is that we move on and continue, whether in their name or our own." He switched his gaze to the small boy next to him. "You know, if you don't want people figuring out your identity, you should change your voice while inside the mask."

Peter suddenly wished the earth would open up and swallow him. "What?!"

"Your voice. I, contrary to Stark's opinion, have a very good memory. So, what's Spider-Man up to these days?"

"Look Mr America," Peter suddenly started to ramble, "I'm soooooo sorry for webbing you, and stealing your shield, and kicking you in the face and-"

"It's alright, son," Steve chuckled. "If anything I should be apologizing for dropping a few tons of metal on you."

Peter couldn't believe that Captain America found out his identity just like that, but the cheerful expression of the man made it so Peter couldn't help but smile. Peter let out a shaky laugh. "Haha, well… that's okay I guess. I've had to lift a lot heavier before," he said, thinking of that one time that building was dropped on him. Yep. Definitely heavier. "It was that hook to the face that hurt, you know? I'll have you know that I sported a bruise for, like, at least three days. It was terrible. But I got you worse."

Steve laughed and clapped Peter on the back as the boy smirked. "I can see why Stark took interest in you."

And suddenly, the terrifying feeling in the air was lifted when Cap and Spider-Man started up a conversation with each other. They talked a few hours and Peter almost forgot that technically, Captain America is considered a wanted criminal.

But hey, so was Spider-Man in the eyes of the newspapers. Specifically the Bugle. Jerks.

Yay. Please review and give me suggestions of who Peter should interact with next :)

(10/10/17) Hello. It's me from the future. I just want to say I'm astonished by the support on this little work of mine. But I have something I want every new reader to know.

I. Don't. Tolerate. A-holes.

Here's the thing with reviews. I love them. Every author loves them. But if you look at almost every discontinued work on this sight where the author actually explains why they discontinued their work, you can be sure 80% of the time it's because of persistent jerks who don't know how to be decent human beings in the reviews. I love all my reviewers, even the criticism. But let me say something. IF YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME THAT MY WORK SUCKS AND YOU HATE ME AS A PERSON FOR WRITING, BE A (wo)MAN AND TELL ME IN A SIGNED REVIEW. I DELETE rude guest reviews. If you have a problem with that, for some unfathomable reason, just leave now, because you need to grow up.

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