Spider-man centric, I hope it's good, I know it's not exactly what you asked for.

So you found a place where the grass is greener, and you jumped the fence to the other side.

"Bye!"

The high schooler rushed out the door, a rushed word of parting echoing throughout the house as he left. An empty silence filled the house without his presence. The house felt so big without him in it, even if May did know he would be coming back. She worried for him every time he left, and it only got worse when she learned of his secret.

She was tempted to text him and ask him where he was going, but she knew he hated it when she did that. If he wanted her to know, he would have told her.

"He's a teenager, he just wants his space." She whispered to herself as she began to prepare dinner.

(Time skip brought to you by the frog in Tom Hollands mouth.)

Is it good? Are they giving you a world I could never provide?

"Hey, Aunt May?"

She turned around to see her nephew, her responsibility, her world.

"Mr. Stark says he wants me to go with him to this conference in Japan, is it okay?"

"Are you actually going to a conference, not fighting some radioactive dinosaur?"

He flinched slightly, and for a second, May felt bad, but then she remembered all the other crap he'd told her in an effort to lead a secret life. It's for his own good that she knows where he is.

"Yes, I am. Mr. Stark says that there will be all sorts of important people there, people who have paved the way in the STEM fields. It could be the opportunity of a lifetime."

A part of her wanted to tell him no, he should stay and they should be a family for the first time in a long time, but she saw the look on his face and realized it really was the opportunity of a lifetime. This could let him make all sorts of connections, which would be good for colleges and jobs.

"Sure, just none of that spider stuff while you're there, alright?"

"Of course, thanks!"

(Time skip brought to you by I don't feel so good.)

I hope you're proud of your big decision. Yeah, I hope it's all that you want and more.

"And another building falls due to a huge beast which the locals are calling 'Godzilla', a name that is a combination of the Japanese words for 'Gorilla' and 'Whale'. Spider-man and Iron man are already on the scene, along with a new hero who is calling herself 'Surge'."

May brought her blanket closer to her chest, talking non-stop to Stark's secretary, Pepper Potts.

"Do you think they'll be okay?"

"Well, Tony never seems to die, no matter how hard he tries. I think they'll be alright, but let's keep our eyes on the news, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

He gets to be a hero now. Just like he always wanted.

(Time skip brought to you Harrison.)

Now you're free from the agonizing life you were living before.

"She just won't get off my case! She wants to know everything about what I do, do you know how many texts I've gotten asking where I am? I love her, but I wish she could just understand that I have to do this, I have to do it."

May wondered if Peter knew his door wasn't soundproof. Maybe he wanted her to hear this, so she could finally get the hint. She left to go make him a lunch for school tomorrow, if he even goes. Hero duties are more important than education, after all.

Ned frowned. "She's just looking out for you."

"I know, but there's just some things she can't know. I didn't even want her to know about the hero thing, I knew she'd freak."

"Well, that's what moms do."

"She's not my mom."

(Time skip brought to you by Zendaya in The Greatest Showman.)

Does it cross your mind you'll be slightly sorry? Do you even care that you might be wrong?

"Peter, what are you doing?"

He straightened up quickly, trying to cover whatever it was he was doing.

"MJ, what are you doing here?"

"I asked you first."

"Ummmm, extra credit science stuff."

"I thought he didn't offer extra credit."

"He made an exception."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm here to work on my science project, I was going to just turn it in unfinished, but he said I couldn't make the points up. No extra credit, no exceptions."

His eyes immediately went to a drawer in his lab desk thingy.

"Got anything interesting in there?"

"No."

"Why are you really here Peter?"

"No reason."

"Enough of a reason so that you had to lie."

"Look, it's none of your business. Just go draw some people being miserable."

He started putting his books back into his bag, along with something in a paper bag that she couldn't see.

"I would, but it looks like you're leaving."

"See you Monday."

He hurried out the door, not taking one look back.

MJ sighed and looked in the drawer in his desk, finding exactly what she thought she would. She compared the sample of webbing in the drawer to the sample she'd found on a building earlier.

"Honestly Peter, why do you even bother with a mask?"

(Time skip brought to you by my obsession with musicals.)

Was it fun? Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"I know."

"Know what?"

"You know what."

"Apparently I don't."

"Why do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Hurt everyone around you constantly. Don't you know that your actions have consequences?"

"What?"

"Did you know your aunt called me earlier? You told her you were with me."

"Did you tell her I wasn't?"

"Of course not. But what is all this about? You lie to everyone, nobody hears the same story about where your bruises are from, where you are, who you were with. Peter, you-"

"That's none of your business."

"It seems like nobody has business except for you recently."

"Look, I'm doing what I have to do, okay? I do know my actions have consequences, I know better than anybody else! 'With great power comes great responsibility', that's what he used to say to me. I'm doing what I need to do to protect those around me, those I care about."

"So it's your responsibility to lie to everyone?!"

"I- Listen, I don't always-" He let out a sigh of frustration. "I mean, sometimes!"

"Where did you get those bruises?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I- from a lot of different places, okay?"

"From a lot of different people?"

"That's not what I said."

"Is it what you meant?"

"I have to go."

"Where?"

"Ned's place, we're building the Enterprise."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Isn't Ned at that internship interview?"

"He would've told me if he had one of those."

"Well he must not've gotten the chance. Where are you really going?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It does to me. I know Peter, and I think you know I know, so just say it."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I'm not going to dignify that question with a response."

Peter seemed to be on the brink of tears. "I don't know what you're saying MJ, I don't, I swear."

"Peter. Peter, look at me."

His eyes raised to meet hers. He was desperate for her to not be saying what she was saying, for her to be saying anything else. But he did know, and when he met her eyes, he knew she did too.

"I'm going to leave now. I'm not mad." Her voice was honest, but her words were deceptions revealed by the fire in her eyes which was burning a hole in his chest. She closed her eyes and opened them again, and the fire was gone. She turned around and left, the door closing softly behind her.

Peter sunk to the floor, pulled his knees to his chest, and began to cry.

And you say what you need to say, and you play who you need to play, and if somebody's in your way crush them and leave them behind.