----- January 12th, 2012 - Queens, New York -----

It was about seven in the evening. I was sitting in Peters room, looking up through the ceiling. He was hiding his suit up there when I was first here. 

As I was seemingly staring at the ceiling, Peter walks in the door. 

When I was here yesterday, he was in a very good mood. And several times it seemed as if he wanted to tell me he met Superman the night before. 

But currently, he seems a bit distressed.

"Oh, you're here. Good, cause I um need your help with something," he says as he heads over to his laptop.

He pulls out what looks like a small black box out from the drawer. He tosses it over to me and I begin inspecting it. I pull the top off to see the wires and circuit boards inside. This must be the receiver for his tracking device.

"For some reason I can't get it to.. well, do anything," he tells me. 

"Alright, let's get to work."

He seems shocked by my response, "Are you not gonna ask what it is?"

"Peter, If I didn't know what this thing is, I wouldn't agree to help you. And I trust it's for a good reason."

And it is. 

A very good reason. 

The faster we fix this, the faster we can take down Tombstone and whatever his plans are. 

And I've been thinking I should tell Peter that I'm Superman. How he hasn't figured it out is beyond me. 

It can't be because of the glasses.. Unless?

No, that's ridiculous.

"So are we gonna work on this now or later? Cuz Assassin's Creed II is kinda calling my name?," I ask.

"Why not do both?"

"I'm playing first. But I'm sure we can fix this in a few hours."

He grins, "Bet you can't do it in three."

I tilt my head at his challenge, "Don't get upset when I prove you wrong."

We get to work on fixing the receiver. Every ten minutes or so we trade places, either fixing the box or playing Assassin's Creed. 

We tried different chipsets and completely rewiring the device. We even tried remaking it from scratch. 

Eventually we got a working receiver with a signal.

I lift the device in my hand, as Peter mows down a few Templar guards.

"Finished. Time?"

Peter checks the clock on his laptop, "10:17. You failed. Unfortunately not under three hours." 

"You said 'in three hours', I fixed it in exactly three. So I win."

The receiver starts beeping and displays a set of coordinates. Must be where Tombstone's hiding out.

Before either of us says anything, Peter quickly stands and runs to his room as if he forgot I was even here. I think I should tell him before we head after Tombstone. Now seems as good a time as any.

I stand and walk over to Peters' room while still holding the receiver in my hand. I walk in on his dropping down from the ceiling with his mask on and suit in his hands. He was facing the window.

"Peter."

He slowly turns around and gently pulls his mask off, "I... I can explain."

"No need. There's actually something I need to tell you."

He stares at me and glances to his suit a few times, "Umm And what would that be?"

I place the receiver down on his desk, "I uh.. I think it'd be better if I just showed you."

I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off as Peter swiftly turns away from me.

"Put your shirt back on! I don't wanna see that!"

My eyes dart downward to the giant S on my chest, "Dude, just turn around."

"No! I don't wanna see you shirtless."

I look to the shirt I threw to the ground then over to Peter, "..I put the shirt back on."

"..R-Really?"

No.

"Yes. Really."

Peter turns back around, then he does a double take. And his eyes widen. 

He points at me.

"Oh my god, You're Superman! I can't believe I know Superman!! Actually I should have figured it out sooner. Wait, Superman is in my room!"

I start laughing at the speed he's talking. 

"Wait a minute, How old are you?" he asks.

"I'm still eleven, Peter. Well, Next month I'll be 12."

He blinks rapidly for a second, "But.. But you were alive in the 40s. How are you still.. Cryonics?"

"Essentially, yes. It's a very long story," The receiver on the desk emits another loud series of beeps, "One I should explain after we go deal with that."

"Shit, you're right. Let's go."

"Language."

Only I can curse whenever I want at our age.

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