Jane F & Peter P
It had taken him the better part of a week to track her down. Mrs. Stark had been overwhelmingly helpful, and Peter found himself wishing the pretty redhead had been the mom he'd been looking for. But she swore she wasn't and he believed her. They had narrowed down the options by age and finally, after what felt like forever, Peter was almost certain he had the first real answers to where he'd come from.
It made sense. She was a scientist. Peter was, legally and educationally speaking, a genius. It would hopefully get him a scholarship somewhere and get him a boost out of the system. Not that he intended to head back anytime soon, but having a head start couldn't hurt? She even sort of looked like him from what he could see of her.
So he showed up at their fancy party. The food didn't matter as much to him, though he never turned down a free meal when he was on the run. He had even dressed a bit nicer, thanks to some help from Mrs. Stark. He had sat at a corner table and waited. When Miss Foster was finally alone, he headed to the bar.
What? He was allowed to get soda. Even the best fake ID wasn't going to convince anyone his babyface was over twenty-one.