Chapter 2 is afoot! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated, but I wanted to take a break with the Halloween weekend. Also, make sure to check out my other story The boy. It also stars our favorite Spiderman and is filled with angst - something that I shouldn't enjoy writing about as much as I do. Anyway, enjoyyy!

Experimenting at the lab with Mr. Stark was as fun as ever, and Peter didn't really want to leave when his Aunt sent him the text.

Hi sweetie, time to come home. I have something for you :-)

Although Peter already knew that Aunt May had gotten him a new pair of binoculars, he was still bouncing with excitement on the Subway home. At first he had wondered how May had afforded such an expensive gift, but then he remembered that she had been working extra hours and it was probably for that very reason.

Peter was texting with Ned, waiting for the Subway to reach his stop when he heard a deep voice call his name. "Hey, you're Peter, right?" A man wearing leg braces sat down next to Peter as the kid looked in awe. Colonel James Rhodes, A.K.A War Machine, was talking to him.

"Yeah, that's me, M-Mr. Colonel R-Rhodes War M-machine sir." Peter stuttered, facepalming himself for being so embarrassing. Rhodey stared at the kid with an amused expression on his face. "You just gave me 4 titles, kid. Rhodey is fine." He stuck out his hand. Peter shook it, still awestruck. "How do you know my name?" The spider asked.

Rhodey shrugged. "After Germany, Tony constantly sent me videos of you on Patrols and told me all about you. It got annoying, to be honest, but I'm impressed. You got mad skills."

"That's what Mr. Stark said," Peter giggled. Rhodey smiled again. "Oh yeah, he told me that you call him that. Just between you and me kid, I think you know him well enough to call him Tony."

"That sounds wrong."

"Yeah, I get it. When I first met him at M.I.T, it was hard to treat him like a normal person. I mean, he was the son of the famous Howard Stark, after all. But as I got to know him, I figured out that he's really just a normal guy, besides being a superhero and and genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist."

"Yeah. When I first met him, I could barely get a sentence out!" Then Peter snapped his head up in realization. "Wait, he told you who I was?"

"Calm down, kid. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

Peter breathed deeply. "I guess if Mr. Stark trusts you, it must be okay."

Rhodey laughed. "That's the spirit. So, where are you headed?"

"Back home. I just got done with a session with Mr. Stark, actually. He wanted to work on my suit. I wanted to stay, but my Aunt wanted to be with me on my Birthday, I guess."

"Oh, happy birthday!"

"Thank you, si-Rhodey. Where are you going?"

Rhodey shrugged again. "Nowhere in particular. I'm still trying to get used to these braces, so I decided to take a walk around the city."

"But you're on the Subway."

"Yeah, walking on and off the subway is enough exercise for me. Speaking of which, this is my stop." War Machine stood up and waved to Peter before exiting the train. "Nice to meet you, Peter."

"Nice to meet you too."

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May smiled brightly when she heard the lock jingle on the apartment door. Peter walked inside and quickly gave his Aunt a quick hug. "How was the lab session?" She asked.

"Oh, it was great! When I got there, Mr. Stark said that he wanted to work on my suit, so we went there and he let me install the new thermal scanner! Then Ms. Potts came in and gave me a cupcake, which was nice, and she kissed Mr. Stark for a while before remembering that I was there and she left. Then we gave Karen some updates and removed another section away from the Baby Monitor protocol, since Mr. Stark said that I was ready. Then I got the text from you and I - Sorry, I'm rambling again aren't I?"

May chuckled. "That's okay, sweetie. I like hearing your word vomit."Peter's cheeks flushed and he set down his backpack. "What's for dinner?"

May looked behind her towards the kitchen. "Actually, before I burn the meatloaf and we end up ordering Pizza, I wanted to give you your gift." She pointed to the table, which had a small bag sitting in the center. Peter's eyes lit up and he bounced over to the table. He tried to act surprised as he pulled out a pair of binoculars from the bag. "Wow, this is great! Thank you!"

May breathed deeply and walked over to her nephew. "Sweetie, this gift actually isn't from me." Peter looked up. "Then who is it from?"

"Ben."

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Later that night, Peter sat in his bed, looking over the binoculars. He still couldn't believe that they were from Ben. When May had told her, he had started crying with Joy, and the two Parkers embraced again and watched a movie. Now, when his Aunt was asleep, Peter could finally think about what he had been given.

Peter peered into the lenses and felt something poky resting on his eyelid. Pulling his eyes back, he noticed a small white flap sticking out of the binoculars. With curiosity overtaking him, he took apart the object and found that there was a note inside.

Peter,

If you are reading this then it means that I am dead. I hope that you and May are doing well, and I'm sorry that I had to leave you.

You and May are the best things that have ever happened to me, and I feel terrible that I have kept this from you. But I have a secret.

Far away, on the other side of the world, there is a small patch of land on the far side of King island, titled Queen island. No one knows about this, so don't bother researching it. Me and a man named Otto Octavius were the owners of this land, and we found something there. Something that has the potential to save the world, or destroy it. I wanted to keep it hidden, but Otto wanted it for himself. So I broke free of our partnership and hid the object on the other side of the island, surrounded by traps. Naturally, Otto wasn't happy about this, and he has been trying to kill me ever since.

I know that this is the night that he will send one of his men to kill me. And as much as I don't want to die, I know that it has to be done so that the secret of the island can die with me. That is, until you find this note on your 16th birthday.

I love you Peter, and I know that you will keep this safe. These binoculars will help you on your way. I trust you, son.

-Your Uncle Ben

Peter stared at the bottom of the note. The date was the day that Uncle Ben was Shot.