By the time Tony finally gets home, Grace has fallen down a rabbit hole of YouTube videos about the hero: Spider-Man, as most have taken to calling him. She's been watching the videos ever since Tony left, though she had to take a break to do her online schooling. Now, she's back on the couch, watching the videos until Tony walks into the room.

"What happened to you?" she asks immediately, seeing the cuts and bruises on his face.

He sighs. "Bucky broke out of his cell, we all had to fight him. He escaped with Sam and Steve. We can't find them. They gave me thirty six hours to bring them in, and if I don't, they'll bring in a Special Ops force. And we can't let that happen." He slumps down on the couch next to her, rubbing his face. Then, he looks down at her phone, brows furrowing. "What's that?"

"What's what?" she replies. She looks back at her phone, then holds it up. "This?" She presses play on the video, which is of Spider-Man doing his usual routine in the city. Doing backflips, helping the little guy, stopping a moving car. "That's Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man?" Tony asks, seemingly interested. He looks at the buildings in the background. "Looks like he's based in New York."

"Queens."

"Hmm." He watches as Spider-Man swings through the streets on webs, saying hi to the civilians that shout up at him. Tony gets an idea, then stands, pulling out his phone. "I gotta go... do something. I'll be in the lab if you need me."

"Okay..." Grace trails off, continuing to watch the video.

Meanwhile, Tony is on the phone with Nat. "We're seriously understaffed," she's saying.

Tony nods a little, sitting down at one of his computers. "Oh, yeah. It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?"

"No," Nat replies. "You really think he'd be on our side?"

Tony starts typing — searching. "No."

After a pause, Nat says, "I have an idea."

"Me too. Where's yours?"

"Downstairs. Where's yours?"

Tony smiles, looking at the screen. "Queens." He could give her the apartment number too.

~~~~

Suddenly, not ten minutes after he left, he comes back in the living room, dressed in a new suit and heading for the door. "I gotta go run an errand in Queens. Are you gonna be okay be yourself for just a little bit longer?"

Grace's brows furrow. "Queens? What's in-?" She stops herself, realizing, an excitement building in her. She gasps. "You found Spider-Man, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Tony replies, almost smiling, "and I'm gonna go recruit him."

Grace's eyes widen. "For what?"

"The whole... Cap situation."

She sits up, nearly stands. "I wanna go too."

"Grace-"

"If it weren't for me, you never would've known about him in the first place," she points out. "Also, I want in on whatever it is to do with the Cap situation that you're recruiting him for."

Tony stops, thinking. "You know, bringing you might be a good strategy..." He looks up at her. "Alright. We'll talk about it in the car. Hurry up and get dressed."

Grace runs off excitedly to change, then practically sprints back down to Tony so they can get in the car. As they drive off to Queens, Tony tells her about Berlin — only as much as he needs to, since he's taking her with him.

And Grace, listening to him, becomes disheartened with every word. She knew this would happen — the fighting, the divide.

And then Tony starts talking about Spider-Man — his real name, his age, what they're gonna say to him. What's happened to him. She feels even worse, knowing what he's been through. Still, in the back of her mind, she's forming a plan.

~~~~

Peter Parker is halfway to exhausted as he enters his apartment building after school. His backpack is hanging off one shoulder, his headphones are in his ears, and he has an old DVD player he found in the trash in one hand. He's gonna tinker with it later.

He unlocks the apartment door, slipping the keys back in his jacket pocket as he opens it. "Hey, May," he says brightly. He sets his stuff down and continues into the kitchen, his only thought now on how hungry he is.

"Hey," May says from the living room. "How was school today?"

"Okay." He turns to look at her. "This crazy car parked outside-"

And then he sees them.

His heart jumps, his eyes widen. Tony Stark is on his couch right now. That's insanely cool all by itself, even if his face is all bruised up.

But then there's... her.

She's Mr. Stark's daughter. She has to be. Not only do they look alike — it's in their facial features, he thinks — but there's also the fact that she looks so similar to the pictures taken about four years ago. The ones people use whenever they talk about her in articles and stuff — not that he specifically goes looking for them, but he's a big fan of Tony, and she's mentioned in almost everything ever written about him, even when there's no reason for it. She's the mystery, the swirling dust cloud of questions and confusion that follows Mr. Stark around in public, in the press.

The point is, it's her. It's definitely her.

He breathes out, only then realizing he'd been holding his breath.

"Oh, Mr. Parker," Tony Stark says. He, May, and Grace are all sitting on the couch, looking at him.

"Um..." He hurriedly takes out his headphones. "Wha-What are you doing...?" He forces himself to get some semblance of a grip and walks forward, trying to casually cross his arms. "Hey! Uh, I'm-I'm-I'm P-Peter."

"Tony," he says.

Peter looks at Grace, though that's just what the media says her name is. She quirks a brow at him. "Grace."

So it is true.

"Wha- What are- What are you- What are you doing... here?"

"It's about time we met. You've been getting my e-mails, right?" Tony asks.

Peter has never gotten an email from Tony Stark in his entire life. "Yeah."

"Right?"

"Regarding the...?"

"You didn't tell me about the grant," May butts in.

"About the grant," Peter finishes.

Tony nods a little. "The September Foundation."

"Right."

"Yeah. Remember when you applied?"

Peter did not. "Yeah."

"I approved, so now we're in business." Tony takes a drink from the mug he's holding, which Peter recognizes as theirs.

"You didn't tell me anything," May says. "What's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?" May, you have no idea...

Peter scrambles for an explanation. "Well, I just- I just- I just know how much you love surprises, so I thought I would let you know wh..." He looks at Tony. "Anyway, what did I apply for?"

"That's what I'm here to hash out," Tony says.

Peter nods. "Okay. Hash-Hash out, okay. So, uh, does-does this grant, like, got money involved or whatever? No?"

Tony nods. "Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"It's pretty well funded." He gestures to himself. "Look who you're talking to."

"I'm sorry," May says. "I just- Can you go over the particulars with me? I had no idea he even applied, and I-"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Tony says. He looks at Grace as if he's trying to find something to say to her.

May see this and turns to Peter. "Hey, Peter, why don't you, uh... go show Grace your Star Wars stuff?"

Peter mentally groans, as May just made him seem like the biggest nerd, but he nods. "Ye-Yeah, yeah, sure, um..." He looks at Grace, who stands. "It's, uh, it's all, uh, um-"

"Just lead the way," she says, giving him that look again — brow raised, as if questioning him. Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to answer.

He nods. "Yeah, okay." Then, he walks into his room as she follows close behind.

"Door open, please," Tony calls.

"No, I was going to close it and make out with him," Grace mutters under her breath, her arms crossed.

Peter hears her and blushes crimson, but tries to change the subject. "So, uh, I have-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there," she says suddenly, talking kinda quietly. She looks behind her, back at Tony and May, then turns again, taking a step closer to Peter. "Look, I don't know how long he's gonna be out there, so I need to explain this fast, okay?" Peter can only nod, confused. So, she begins. "We know that you're Spider-Man."

"Wh-Wh-What?" Peter splutters, trying to laugh it off. "I-I'm not-"

Grace rolls her eyes. "Yes, you are, and don't try to tell me you're not because, for one thing, your suit is literally hanging off your closet door for all to see."

"Oh," Peter says simply, looking up at it.

"Yeah, 'oh.'" She sighs. "Look, my dad is going to recruit you to help him take Ste- Captain America into custody."

Peter's eyes widen. "What?"

"It's a long story; anyway, the point is..." She stops and looks down, biting her lip, then looks back up at him and sighs again, this time shakily. "My whole family is falling apart, okay? And if I don't fix it now, then it'll never be fixed. You're the only one that's completely unbiased at this point, so I need you to help me.

"Dad is probably going to try to convince Cap to stand down, but he'll never do it because, like I said, stubborn. They're gonna fight, and it's gonna be a mess, and I need you to help me to convince anyone we can to stop it and make the others to come to a compromise. Because I told them before, but no one would listen to me."

"And..." Peter starts. "And you think they'll listen this time...?" He sees tears falling from her eyes and immediately regrets his question. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

But she wipes her eyes on her sleeve and says, "I don't know if they'll listen. But I have to try. And I... I can't do it alone. So will you help me?"

The sadness and desperation on her face is already enough for him to say yes, but it's not just that.

She said her family was falling apart. Peter, in a way, knows what that's like. He's felt what it feels like to lose family, and he doesn't want her to go through that. He nods. "Yeah. Yeah, of course."

She looks relieved, starting to step forward as if to hug him, but stops herself. "Thank you."

And then Tony walks in, knocking on the doorframe, causing them both to turn. "Hey, kids. Sorry to interrupt your debate over Han or Luke, but we have business to discuss." He walks in, closing the door behind him, then spots the stuff on Peter's desk in the back corner. "Whoa, what do we have here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?"

"Uh, the garbage, actually," Peter replies quietly.

Tony raises a brow at him, and Peter can't help but notice that it looks almost exactly like the look Grace gave him. "You're a dumpster diver," Tony says.

"Yeah, I... anyway, look, um, I definitely did not apply for your grant," Peter replies.

"Ah!" Tony says, stopping him. "Me first."

"Okay."

Tony looks at Grace. "You tell him anything yet?"

She shrugs, now completely composed. "A little bit."

Tony thinks for a moment, then nods and pulls out his phone, pulling up a video. "Quick question of the rhetorical variety." He shows Peter a video of Spider-Man. "That's you, right?"

"Um-"

"Yeah. Look at you go," Tony says. On the screen, Peter stops a car from crashing into a bus. "Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills." Peter doesn't know what to say; he doesn't know how much Grace wants to him to say. Luckily, Tony spots the suit on the closet door. "Oh, what have we here?"

Peter grabs the suit and tucks it away, embarrassed that he put it in such an exposed place.

"So," Tony says. "You're the Spider... ling. Crime-fighting Spider. You're Spider-Boy?"

Grace laughs, and Peter, almost without thinking, puffs out his chest and crosses his arms. "Sp-Spider-Man."

Tony scoffs. "Not in that onesie, you're not."

Peter deflates, moving away from the closet. "It's not a onesie."

"Who else knows?" Tony asks, grabbing the suit and sitting down on a chair. "Anybody?"

Peter shakes his head, standing at his desk. "Nobody."

"Not even your aunt?"

"No. Are you kidding me? If she knew, she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out."

"You know what I think is really cool?" Tony says, pulling a small canister out of the suit. He tosses it to Peter, who grabs it out of the air without even looking. "This webbing," Tony continues. "That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?"

"I did." He tosses it into the closet, glancing at Grace as he does so. She seems impressed — with the webbing, not with his... toss.

"Climbing the walls, how you doing that? Adhesive gloves?" Tony asks.

"It's a long story. I was uh-"

But Tony's just picked up the eyes of the suit and held them up to his own eyes. "Lordy! Can you even see in these?"

"Did you just say, 'Lordy?'" Grace asks.

"Oh, I'm blind!" Tony says in a weird voice, causing Grace to laugh again.

Peter hurriedly answers Tony, going over and grabbing the suit from him. "Yes. Yes, I can! I can. I can-I can see in those. Okay? It's just that... when whatever happened happened, it's like my senses have been dialed to eleven. There's-There's way too much input, so... they just kinda help me focus."

"You're in dire need of an upgrade," Tony replies. "Systemic, top to bottom. 100-point restoration. That's why I'm here." Peter sits down on his bed, slightly sideways in order to face Tony, who follows him with his eyes. "Why you doing this? I gotta know. What's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?"

"Because..." Peter looks down, chooses his words carefully. "Because l've been me my whole life, and l've had these powers for six months... and I like science, I build computers... and-and, yeah, I would love to play football. But I couldn't then so I shouldn't now."

"Sure, because you're different," Tony says.

"Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not... Look, when you can do the things that I can, but you don't... and then the bad things happen... they happen because of you."

He looks over at Grace, remembering what she said before — how she's made it her responsibility to fix the craziness that's going on in her life, whatever, exactly, that that may be. 'If I don't fix it now, then it'll never be fixed.'

"So you wanna look out for the little guy?" Tony says, turning Peter's attention back to him. "You wanna do your part? Make the world a better place, all that, right?"

Peter nods. "Yeah. Yeah — just looking out for the little guy. That's-That's what it is."

Tony walks over to Peter. "I'm gonna sit here, so you move the leg." As Peter moves and Tony sits down, Grace chuckles. Tony looks at Peter. "You got a passport?"

"Uh, no. I don't even have a driver's license," Peter replies.

"You ever been to Germany?"

Peter knows where this is going, and he glances at Grace. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly; he's not supposed to know yet. "No," Peter says to Tony.

"Oh, you'll love it."

"I can't go to Germany!" Peter exclaims, probably adding too much to his performance, but Tony doesn't suspect anything.

"Why?" he asks.

Crap. He needs an excuse now. But a bad one.

"I got... homework," he says.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

"I can't just drop out of school," Peter protests, glancing at Grace again. She nods at him a little.

Tony shrugs, heading for the door. "Might be a little dangerous. Better tell Aunt May-"

Peter panics and stands, webbing Tony's hand to the door handle before he can open it; he wears the web shooters under his clothes every day.

There's a pause. Tony and Grace both look at him in shock.

"Don't tell Aunt May," Peter finally says, looking at Tony.

Tony nods a little. "Alright, Spider-Man," he replies assuringly. There's another pause, then: "Get me out of this."

Peter hurries to his desk. "Sorry."

Once Tony is free, he heads out the door to talk to May, but Grace stays back. She turns to Peter. "Quick, give me your phone."

Peter is, again, in shock. "What? Why?"

"I'm putting my number in it," she says. "Hurry, before my dad gets suspicious."

Peter scrambles to pull his phone out of his pocket, then unlocks it and hands it to her, blushing all the while. "But... why?"

She begins typing quickly. "If I find out any more details about Berlin, I'll text you. So, text me first so I can contact you. Got it?"

He nods. "Got it. I'll-I'll get right on that."

He follows her out the door, where they find May and Tony talking near the front door. Grace walks over to Tony. "Had to finish that Han or Luke debate," she says jokingly.

After they all say their goodbyes, Peter turns on his phone and looks for Grace's contact. But it's not under the G's.

After a few moments, he finds it under the I's.

'I'm sorry I like cried in your room and all that,' with a purple heart emoji at the end.

Peter laughs and texts her, 'It's okay :).' Then, he changes her contact name to, 'Grace.'

But he keeps the heart.