AN: I KNOW SHITHIEST ABOUT LAWS IN THE COLONIES BRO, JUST GO ALONG WITH IT

His name was Clark, and Peter never liked him.

At least, that's what he told himself. Kept telling himself, actually. He refused to acknowledge how nice he'd been in the beginning, how he would drive Peter to school, help him with his homework (well, try to) or how he even got him out of trouble with May several times when he'd broken curfew.

No way.

Peter never liked him. And he loathed him when he was the reason his aunt May died. 

That stupid car crash never would have happened if she hadn't been driving to his place. Because she drove to Clark's stupid apartment, she died, and Peter would never be able to forgive him for taking away his last shred of family.

"I know it's hard, Pete," he told, putting a hand on the kid's shoulder.

"Don't call me that," Peter hissed, shaking the hand off of him.

"Okay. I get it," Clark stated, taking a deep breath; "Whenever you're ready, kid." 

Peter refused to face him, just kept looking down at his chemistry book on the dining table.

A knock sounded on the door, and Clark looked to Peter as if expecting him to get it.

Peter didn't move a muscle.

"Okay. I'll get it. You just... Stay put," Clark offered, quickly leaving to the hallway. 

The sound of voices reached Peter, who did his best to ignore them. He focused on the words on the page.

"Peter," a voice pulled him out of his trance; "This is Mr. Anderson. He was May's lawyer." 

Peter looked up. The lawyer was old. Way too old to be working. His hair was balding, but Peter imagined it must be a relief considering his ugly, feathery white hair.

"Aunt May didn't have a lawyer," he stated with a frown; "Lawyers are expensive, she always said it was a waste in our case." 

"I paid," Clark admitted; "About a year ago we were looking through paperwork and I realized she never officially adopted you. That means that if something happened, you wouldn't be secured financially." 

Peter looked at Mr. Anderson as if checking if he could believe Clark.

"There's just one problem," Mr. Anderson told; "That's why I'm here." 

"What's wrong? I thought she said everything would just go to Peter?" 

"She did," Mr. Anderson agreed; "Only, with Peter not being 18 yet... He can't live here on his own."

"Oh, well, I'll come to stay here as long as it takes. He turns 18 in just nine months, I can easily stay here until then," Clark stated, nodding his head while speaking.

"And that could work, only you don't really have permission to live here from the previous owner, May Parker, and you can't get it from the current as he isn't 18 yet. You can stay a few days, but any more than that... It could become a case of trespassing, squatting, even stalking." 

"I understand that Mr. Anderson, I do, but Pete's only 17! And he just lost his aunt," Clark urged; "He can't stay here alone. If I stayed here, couldn't we just... Look past it? I don't know how else to handle this situation."

"And ms Parker predicted that. She wrote in her will that you would be Peter's legal guardian in a situation like this one." 

Peter had been relatively quiet until then but stood up in a rush when hearing those words.

"What?! How is he my legal guardian?!" he practically yelled, surprising Mr. Anderson with his tone.

"Well, he is... Was... Rather committed with your aunt, and you don't have much other family," he told, trying to soften his voice for the grieving child.

It was kinda nice of him to try to put it nicely instead of just saying 'Listen 'ere kid, I know it sucks that you gotta stay with the dude you blame for your aunts deaths, but you see, everybody else in your family is ALSO dead and you don't really have anyone else.'

"What about Mr. Stark? I wanna stay with Mr. Stark!" Peter hissed.

"I'm sorry, who's Mr. Stark?" Mr. Anderson questioned.

"He's my friend! And I want to stay with him!" Peter repeated.

"He - he's your friend? How old is this man?" Mr. Anderson asked confused, looking between Peter and Clark.

"He turns 55 this year, he's even throwing a huge party at the compound," Peter informed.

(AN: He was born in 1970 so I made him 54 here because that meaNS HE NEVER DIED BECAUSE WE PASSED 2023 WHEN HE DIED IN THE MOVIE 

FUCKING HACKED MAN)

"Wait, the compound?" Mr. Anderson asked, not understanding.

"Yes, uh, Peter interns for Tony Stark," Clark tried explaining it without sounding too insane.

"Iron man?" Mr. Anderson clarified, making the two other men in the room nod - Clark slowly, Peter excitedly. 

"Well, uh, Peter, your aunt didn't mention anything about you staying with your... Mr... Iron-man," he stuttered.

"Call him! He wants me to stay there, I'm sure!" Peter argued.

"Peter, we can't just call Mr. Stark, I'm sure he's busy, he probably wouldn't even have time to talk to us," Clark reasoned.

"Yes," Mr. Anderson cleared his throat; "Sadly, I don't think we can just... Call, Tony Stark." 

Peter ignored them, picking up his Stark Phone and finding Tony's number before pressing his name and putting the phone on speaker.

"Peter," Clark sighed; "You can't call your boss to ask if he'll let you stay with a bunch of superheroes." 

"Peter," Tony's voice said through the phone; "Hey kid, I've been worried. Where've you been?"

"Mr. Stark, can I please come live with you?" Peter asked desperately.

"Pete, you know I'd love that, but I think aunt May might object to that," Tony pointed out before laughing; "Why do you want to stay here anyway? I thought you said Thor was always too loud and Cap was annoying because he keeps lecturing you?"

"Cap?" Mr. Anderson questioned.

"Captain America," Clark explained, making Mr. Anderson go pale.

"Pete, who's there? What's going on?" 

Peter looked at the phone, realizing he had yet to tell him what had happened.

"Mr. Stark, I..." 

"Pete? Are you okay?"

"Mr. Stark, I, she" Peter tried again, starting to cry.

"Okay, Peter, listen, I'm on my way, I got your location in my suit, I'll be there in a few minutes, okay? Peter? Remember, deep breaths," Tony reminded.

"Should I be concerned that an adult man is tracking a teenager?" Mr. Anderson asked Clark, who shook his head.

"No, I think they're just like that. I assure you, their relationship is not only healthy but good for both parts," Clark told quietly.

Peter recognized the sound of Tony's suit before it landed on the fire-escape and he climbed through the window.

"Pete, hey," he said, the kid already with his arms around him; "Hey, kid, shh, it's okay." 

"Mr. Stark, don't go," Peter cried, refusing to let go. 

"I'm not going anywhere," Tony assured him, finally noticing the other people in the room; "Who's this?" 

"This is Mr. Anderson, May's lawyer," Clark explained.

"Wait, lawyer? Why does she need a lawyer? What's going on? Where is she?" Tony asked, looking around as if expecting her to suddenly turn up in the door.

"May Parker passed away Wednesday. Fatal car crash. She... Before the ambulance even got there," Mr. Anderson told.

"What? What do you mean?" Tony questioned, looking between them.

"She's gone," Clark stated quietly.

"No, no, she can't be gone," Tony argued.

"She's dead," Peter cried into his chest, and Tony felt his body freeze.

May was... Gone? 

"She..." Tony felt himself get dizzy before remembering Peter.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, kid," he promised, hugging the kid tighter; "It'll be okay, Peter." 

Pt 1! Credit where credit's due, it was not my idea - sadly;) I developed a little on a suggestion I got in a message, but before I mention them or tag them I want to be sure they're okay with it. But, there will be both a part 2 and 3, maybe even 4, and they'll be mentioned there if they're okay with it, and I'll edit this little note to include them.