Ever since he'd been bitten by a radioactive Spider Peter found he was almost always hungry. He and Ned attributed it to his extremely fast metabolism. It's that reason he's sitting in the cafe eating a large slice of pizza. It probably won't hold him over for long but it's at least something.

He's enjoying the pizza too, his class is off in the line at the moment and Peter taking some time by himself to look around before Ned and MJ get back. He spots someone at another table that he's pretty sure is Captain America. He's not sure why the man would be at the cafe of an art museum when he's a supposed war criminal but hey, his life. His life choices. And he's pretty sure he remembers reading something about Steve Rogers being an artist.

Should he approach? He glances back towards his class and bite his tongue before deciding to just go for it. He packs up his pizza and moves over, still a little nervous that he might be wrong. But he is really pretty sure.

"...Uh... So... um... Are you Captain America?" Good job Peter, just go ahead and ask right out-that's probably not rude. "I mean, if you're not then uh-I mean you really do look just like him-and that's-that's a compliment by the way."