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"Who the hell is he?"

"He some kind of superfreak or something?"

"He looks like a dick"

Tim sat quietly twiddling his thumbs, ignoring the comments other customers were making around him. He had been sat at a table inside a popular downtown New York pizza restaurant in full costume for only a couple of minutes, yet to him it felt like forever. He resisted the temptation to leap up and shout at his onlookers. To make them go away and go about their business. Was it really necessary to sit and watch him? It wasn't like he was any different from then! Oh wait...

His trail of thought was lost however when he was approached by a large balding man who looked as if he was in his early forties. His apron and tired expression led the teen to believe that this guy was in charge of this place. He was right. 

"Er... Kid Tail or whateva' yer' called?" He spoke nervously, obviously worried that Tim was one of those annoying villains that populated the city. "If you're not going to buy anything, yer' going to t' have t' leave"

"That won't be necessary, Sir!" The voice came from everyone's favourite web-slinger as he walked proudly through the door. Eyes flocked to him instantly as he made his way across the room, giving a quick wave to both Tim and the restaurant owner as he did so. Spider-Man stopped next to the two and slouched down into a seat, grabbing a menu. “Don’t worry Steve, he’s with me! I’ll just have a margarita please.”

“Hawaiian” Tim spoke with a nod and focussed his attention on his friend as the owner moved away, muttering under his breath. 

“So Tim, what’s the problem?” Peter asked, leaning in closer to his clone. Tim explained everything that had happened in the simulation. His worries and dilemmas too. He was right; it was easier to discuss his problems with Peter. He listened well, and didn’t speak until Tim was done. When he was done, Peter sat back in his chair and scratched the back of his head, removing the slice of pizza he was eating from his mouth as he did so. 
“You have to remember Tim that you always have to do the right thing…” He began before being interrupted. 

“But doing the right thing doesn’t mean beating someone senseless!”

“I know but…” Peter stopped once again and scratched his head once more. “Just remember that with great power…”

“…Comes great responsibility! Yeah I know; that’s your answer to everything!” Tim sat up impatiently. “I want to be a hero Petey, I really do! I just don’t want to lose myself along the way.”

At that, Peter placed his hand on his clones shoulder, reassuringly. “It’s going to be okay Tim.”

At that point, the sound of a small siren wailed. Peter’s eyes shot to his wrist, where he began interacting with what looked like a watch. The hero rose to his feet instantly, pulling his mask down properly. “Sorry Tim! There’s been a situation!” He managed. “The Mandarin is back and as usually he’s causing an issue. Get back to the Titan’s, they’ll probably need you!” 

With that the two heroes gave each other a nod before rushing to the exit. Within minutes Tim was sprinting across the rooftops, watching as his former mentor swung away on his webs towards Avenger’s Tower. Making his way back downtown, he headed towards the alley where the Zeta Beam Chamber was located, his mind still full of questions he had wanted to ask.