It was dark when Tony reached the building. The quarter moon was partially obscured by dark clouds, giving the sky an eerie look. He tried to walk as quietly as possible, but he had the feeling it wouldn't do much good.

He had a key to the place, so he unlocked the door and slipped in uninvited. When he turned back away from closing the door, there were two boys looking at him.

He forced a laugh. "Just who I wanted to see!"

Peter pulled something from his pocket and held it up. The bug. He should've known one of them would find it.

"You said you wouldn't spy on my family."

Tony stumbled, but recovered quickly. "Technically he isn't your family, so--"

"That's not what the adoption forms said."

Jack remained quiet, watching the confrontation.

Tony decided to direct his attention at the newer boy. "Hey, Jack, you mind helping a man out?"

"Sure," he replied, but his expression--

"Ow!" Tony exclaimed as Jack landed an uppercut to his jaw. "What was that for?"

"Mostly for putting your nose in places where it doesn't belong."

Peter gave a little laugh.

"Mostly?" Stark wondered what other reason he could have.

"And for just being a jerk."

He was perplexed. "I haven't been a jerk to you."

"Not me, but I know how to tell if someone's going to act like a jerk."

"Brick," he muttered under his breath (The reader knows what the author means).

For a moment, Jack looked surprised, but he covered it up.

"So," Tony began, "If we're done now, I wanted to ask some questions about what I overheard."

The response was immediate. "No."

He was taken aback. "What?"

"I'm not going to answer your questions because we have a more pressing matter."

This is the point where the story decides to derail itself from its original path. If the reader doesn't like where it goes now, they have the author's permission to leave.

Peter was as surprised as Tony.

Jack addressed Peter. "Your mother died in a fire when you were six months old."

"Yeah. So?"

"It looked like it had started in your nursery. And before that, there were other signs, I'm sure."

"What are you talking about?" Stark demanded.

"It fit a pattern that I've only seen in records, and Sam and Dean's stories. I talked with that demon," he continued, this time directed at Peter solely, "and although Azazel, the demon who followed that pattern, never existed in this world, there are signs that a portal was opened at some point, I don't know how, that your aunt and you came through. (The author is fairly sure it was Gabriel's doing.) I don't know where records of your existence prior to that came from, but what is known of the time before that comes from what your aunt told the authorities." (The timeline fits alright if time passes the same in both worlds, and if Peter was one of Az's last.)

"So, what you're saying is that you think I'm from another world."

"I think you're from my world."

"And that my mom was killed by a demon."

Jack nodded. "Azazel. He killed Sam and Dean's mom the same way. There were others too, but he didn't always use the same pattern, to make it harder for hunters to find the kids."

"The kids? Hunters? What--"

"Before the mother died, or simply before the child reached six months, he would feed the son or daughter his blood."

"What?? That's gross. You don't really think--"

"It would make the child part demon. And on one specific day, I don't know why he picked the day he did, their abilities started showing. There were kids who could influence other people's decisions, kids with telekinesis, kids with visions of the future. It got to the point where Sam was exorcising demons with his mind. Then he would start to visit them in their dreams, convince them to kill people. Sam's the only one still alive. And, you."

"Then why has none of that happened to me?"

"I suppose it's because you're in this world, and he can't reach you."

Tony Stark was really worried now. "C'mon Parker, and you actually believe him?"

Peter looked at him. "I think he's fully convinced it's the truth."