An-In a march honouring medal Peter wears his grandfathers and bumps into Bucky and Steve (Still Spiderman, but no ones recruited him because the civil war didn't happen, but Peter still needs glasses, helps for the story.)

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"And marching for Peter Benjamin Parker Senior is Peter Benjamin Peker junior. Peter was an esteemed member of the howling commandos." The announcer read out, signalling for Peter to walk down the clearing in the street, he was wearing his grandfathers old uniform, along with his countless medals and dog tags. Peter saw May, Ned and MJ waving to him, he smiling lightly but continued marching. He was the only one that marched anymore. None of the other kids wanted to do it or didn't have memories of their relatives. But Peter had always been close with his gramps; having the same name kind of does that.

"And this year we have two special guests, Steve Rogers and James Barnes, the only surviving members of the howling commandos." The announcer read, Peter paled, why did he never read the schedule? Steve and Bucky followed closely behind Peter, waving to the crowd behind him. When Peter got to the end of the clearing he stood where he had been told, luckily he always marched last, so when Steve and Bucky finished they did the salute and dispersed. Peter sighed, pulling off the cap and putting it under his arm. May rushed up to him and hugged him, he swore she broke a couple of his ribs.

"He would be so proud Peter." She said in his hair.

"I've done it every ear since I was ten May." He muttered, May leaned back and hurriedly wiped away a tear.

"Maybe so. You look so much like him Peter, you even act like him," she said, smiling at him fondly.

"Except for the glasses." He said, pulling them off, "Can you clean them for me? I don't want to get the uniform dirty." He said May nodded, taking them and cleaning them on her shirt. When someone clapped him on the shoulder he nearly jumped out of his skin, he felt someone shove his glasses back into his grip. He hurriedly put them back onto his face, paling when he saw it was Steve Rogers, Bucky was standing next to him with a smile on his face.

"Wow, it's an honour, Mr Rogers." Peter breathed, shaking Steve's outstretched hand. Steve smiled and shook his head.

"No, the honours all mine. Your gramps was a great man, spoke to him when I came out of the ice, he never stopped talking about his little boy, although you're not so little anymore. He was a great friend, he'd be so proud of you." Steve said, Peter nodded his head, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes.

"He used to tell me stories about the war all the time. We were really close." Peter said, a grin on his face.

"You're a spitting image of him kid," Bucky said, Peter nodded.

"Everyone says that, except the glasses, those are all me," Peter said, pointing to his thick frames. Bucky threw his head back and laughed.

"God, you even sound like him," Bucky muttered, Peter frowned slightly.

"Say, kid, why do you march for him?" Steve asked curiously, Peter blushed.

"Usually I'm the only one that marches for the howling commandos. All the other kids don't remember their grandparents or don't care, I just don't want anyone to forget them. He went through a lot, they all did, dying doesn't take that away." Peter said, his eyes misting over slightly. Steve hummed.

"Well, you're doing them proud. Say, Buck and I were gonna go out to a cafe, you want to come with?" Steve said Peter nodded, turning to May who shrugged.

"As long as you have him back in queens by 10:00."