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Chapter One: May

May's day had been a hectic mess from the very beginning.

Her alarm had failed to go off, but her nephew had been a sweet heart and woke her up on time anyway. She had floundered to get up and dressed for work. Breakfast hadn't even been a thought as she stepped down into the subway just in time to get on the train.

Actual work hadn't been any better.

Upon her arrival, a patient had coded. She typed her numbers into the time clock and raced to grab a crash cart.

And of course it was Mrs. Stalinski; an elderly woman who had been sick for quite some time. She had never had a single visitor, but had grown on May. In all of her free time, she would sneak in to see the old woman and make sure she was comfortable. She, as any nurse should, had gone above and beyond to make sure everything went well for the woman. And in return, Mrs. Stalinski told her stories from the early thirties. She had survived World War II; she had been a German nurse that had gone against Hitler. She had to sneak onto an out bound ship in an Italian port in order to get to safety in America.

The doctor and nurses on scene had done all that they could, but the elderly woman couldn't be resuscitated.

May had to excuse herself and sneak off to one of the equipment closets in order to get herself back together.

Of course this was all something she would keep from Peter. When he'd ask, and he would without a doubt, how her day was, she would tell him that it was great! Everything at work was going just how she wanted, even if she was just extra tired. She would never tell her nephew about all of the death and negativity she faced on a daily basis as a nurse.

"May, you need to go on break!" Becca, the head nurse and team lead, called from the station. Her greying brown hair was tugged back into a tight ponytail, but the warmth and worry that radiated from her eyes told a different story. On the outside, Becca made sure that everyone thought she was a not shit taking lead. But when someone actually took the time to get to know her, they would find that Becca was a very kind and caring person. She had just had a hard life, and it showed.

"You sure? It's five to one tonight..." May worried her lip as she glanced down at the charts that were in her bucket. One of the other nurses would have to cover at least two of her rounds if she left the hospital. But her stomach was growling and the deli up the street was definitely calling her name. And besides, she could use some time away from the hospital and everything it held. It would be nice to get out and have lunch away from all of the sick and dying people.

Hell, she could even call Peter and have him meet her at one of the restaurants. It was a Saturday after all, and they never really got to eat out too often. But she still had a bit of extra money in the bank, and payday was just around the corner.

Deciding it was a good idea, she pulled out her phone and hit Peter's name. It rang three times before the familiar voice entered through the reciever.
"Hey May!" Explosions sounded off in the background, and for just a moment panic overtook May. Was Peter out fighting right now? Had he taken the time to answer her even if he was being attacked? She would kill Tony if he was the one who had a 'mission' for her baby boy! "Ned! Ned! Hit pause man!"

A sigh of relief escaped her. Nope. He was just watching Star Wars with his best friend. Some days, she was grateful that her nephew was such a big nerd. It had really been a blessing when he was growing up.

"Wanna meet me for lunch? Mr. Delmar's?" She knew Peter would never say no to his favorite sandwhicheria. Since he was a toddler, he had always enjoyed the atmosphere, and the flavors were always on par. May recalled the first time that the kid had asked for the bred extra flat. Mr. Delmar had looked as if he had been asked to crush the world, and Peter had giggled. All of his resolve to keep a mean face with the kid had dissipated in that instant.

"Sure! Can Ned come with us? He said he's got money for his own!" Peter hummed distractedly. There was a pause where May listened to the background. With a gasp of breath, she heard both boy whisper the one line that the franchise was most famous for. "Luke...I am your father." Then both boys yelped with adamant surprise when Luke screamed. May had the scene memorized from how many times Peter had begged to watch it on the t.v.

"Sure sweety," May rolled her eyes softly. Her fondness for her nerdy nephew could never be outdone. If there was a title for King of the Nerds, she wouldn't be surprised if either of the boys took the crown. "I'll see you there in five!" May smiled as she rushed out of the elevator. Just outside, and down a little ways, May spotted the notable red flashes of an ambulance light in the emergency bay. It would be a busy night for everyone.

"May!" Peter grinned rushing over and throwing his lanky arms around her. May adored hugs from her nephew. When he was a child, that was his way of seeking comfort. He would come waddling to her with tears in her eyes while pointing at the door; he was asking when his parents were coming home. May would bite her lip and open her arms for him while squatting down. He'd walk over and lean into her hug, but he never hug her back. He wouldn't hug her back until he was six.

"Hey Petey, Ned! You're looking good hon!" She winked at the shorter boy. Ned flushed a bit, as he always did. Peter simply rolled his eyes and leaned into her lightly.

"Hey Mr. Delmar!" Peter called leaning on the counter. From just under his jacket sleeve, May noted the red fabric with black lines. He had his suit on under his clothes.

"Hey kid!" The older man rolled his eyes as Peter slapped some candy and a bag of chips on the counter while ordering his sandwich. "You ruin what it means to eat a sandwich...you know that right?" The man arched his brow before falling into chuckles as Peter waved him off with a witty remark and turned his attention to the cat. "Hey Ned!" Delmar smiled at the shorter boy before turning to May with a slight blush. She knew the man had a crush on her—hell half of Queens seemed to have some kind of a crush on her. But he had a wife and children at home, so he would never act. "Hi, May. What can I get for you today?"

"My usual," May smiled before easing herself into one of the booths located towards the window front of the small shop. The boys chattered as they moved about the lively shop. May smiled warmly watching them.

"Can do!" Mr. Delmar hummed as he rushed into the back in order to help his assistant.

"Come sit down, boys!" May called after the boys had managed to push themselves in front of an old game—Pacman. Peter used to cry until he could come down with Ned and put his fifty cents into the machine and play a few rounds. Even in their teens, the duo glanced longingly back at the machine before making their way over to the table. "You can each play after you eat."

"You always say that," Peter pouted a bit before ducking down laughing. May rolled her eyes good naturedly. Her nephew really was what kept her going. His personality was her sun, and she would gladly revolve around him.

"And I've always stuck to it. I'll give you each a dollar. But only after you eat!" May hummed softly as if challenging Peter. The teen hummed as if he had to think about it before grinning and nodding. He was too good for her, really he was.

Lunch was over before the nurse knew it. And with a heavy sigh, and hugged her nephew and pecked his cheek before making her way down the sidewalk. She knew he was watching her, and would probably climb up the nearest wall and follow her. He was her guardian angel; too good for the world he was birthed to.

And typically, her return to work didn't include incident. But, New York was full of surprises. Especially, for a single very attractive woman walking back to work at dusk.

May was not thoroughly surprised when she was grabbed and tugged into a dark alley. A hand planted itself over her mouth. In a situation like this, May knew not to panic. After all, that was something that the mugger could use against her. He could grab her arm, and in her panic, her muscles would go into overdrive with the adrenaline. Then, just seconds into it, while the man still had a grip on her, she would exhaust and succumb.

May had never been more grateful for the crash course in self defense. Tony Stark had insisted on paying for it. She would have to send him some chocolates as a thank you.

"Keep quiet, and gimme your purse." The man growled into her ear. The voice was strained, and cracking. The stench that manged to worm its way up her nose almost made her gag.

He was homeless. And probably a crack head.

The most unpredictable of villains.

Her jaw clenched tightly as she kept her lips sealed. It was always best to do what they wanted, but the panic in her chest wasn't lessened by any means. She had heard from many of her co-workers that they carried pepper spray—even though it was illegal to posses on hospital grounds. They had urged her to get a small canister for herself. She kept promising, but May honestly didn't even know where she would find such a thing.

She certainly wished she had taken the time to ask them now.

"Hey!" Peter's voice called down from above. May's sun was back. He was shining his rays right down on her, and never had she been so thankful that he had a mask. "I uh...I don't think she likes you touching her."

The man screeched dramatically, shoving May away as if she had been the one to attack him. The woman stumbled forward, tripping over her self as she fell to the ground. Her hands suffered a scrape, but it was definitely the better of another option.

"Pe-Spiderman!" May gasped in relief. There, in all of his uniformed glory, stood Spiderman, local vigilante. A hero after May's own heart. Even though she knew her nephew could hold his own, and easily, the thought of the man hurting him sent her anxiety into overdrive. "Spiderman, you have to get out of here! He's high. He's unpredictable!"

"It's okay, ma'am." Spiderman seemed to smile through that god forsaken mask. Had she not known who was behind it, she would have been assured that he wouldn't be hurt. She would have tucked her tail and rushed out of the alley and back towards the hospital. She would have been safer that way.

But Spiderman was Peter. Spiderman was her nephew, and May Parker would be a damned woman before she let her nephew get hurt trying to protect her. So, she didn't run. She stumbled to her feet, lips pursed in motherly desperation as the man leapt at her boy.

"Spiderman, I'm serious!" May put on her best 'I am your mother, and you will listen' voice.

Peter didn't listen to her though. He never had listened to that voice.

It had all happened in a flash. The man had launched himself onto her nephew's back, causing the younger man to lose his balance and stumble into a wall. Of course, he had lucked up and all of his weight had gone into turning into the mugger—so that he was the one that was injured at not Spiderman.

May wanted to scream when the enraged addict threw a knee into her nephew's back. A sickening crack had resounded, and the grunt that Peter had let out would stick with her for the next few weeks.

"Spiderman!" May screeched anxiously as she looked back out towards the alley entrance. She would run and get help, but it was as if her feet were glued to the spot. Because, what if she left and the man hurt Peter? What if the man had a weapon hidden on him somewhere and he used it on Peter and then hunted her down while her boy was bleeding out?

She would murder Tony Stark for introducing her boy this lifestyle.

"May!" Ned called form the entrance waving his arms wildly. "C'mon! Spiderman can take care of him!"

May bit her lip, throwing a glance over her shoulder before she raced towards the larger boy. Her hands trembled as she threw her arms around his shoulders.

"W-we need to call the cops," May whispered as she did her best to ignore the scuffle of the fight behind her.

"Already did! Karen usually alerts them after Pe-Spidey, webs them up!" Ned hummed as if it was nothing. Then again, he was probably more used to this type of thing than she was. He had been there for Peter since the beginning. He was her nephew's 'guy in the chair'.

There was a loud grunt and whine from the darkened alley, before Spidey jogged out panting. He doubled over gasping a bit, his chest was heaving, but it looked like he couldn't pull any air in.

"You okay Spidey? Do we need to call Tony?" Ned worried placing a hand on his friend's back.

"Fine," Pete whispered wheezily. "Just...Got the breath knocked out of me...He had a really hard head."

May stared at the prone form of her nephew before throwing her head back a bit in shaky laughter. Of course.

Of course he would be the one to get hurt because someone had thrown their head into his abdomen. Of course, he would be beaten up for her. Of course, she laughed because she wanted to hide how shaken up she was and how worried she had been.

But lucky for her, Spiderman could see right through it, and he threw his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. She listened to his heart thumping in his chest as she brought herself down from the adrenaline rush.

"You are so grounded," She hiccuped pulling back a bit. Her cheeks were flushed with unshed tears, and she couldn't see his face behind the mask, but she knew he was smiling and rolling his eyes.

Spiderman was okay.

Spiderman wasn't hurt.

And it was a huge relief.