2023...

An alarm snaps you awake and you groan in frustration. You roll in your bed a bit before slamming a hand on your alarm clock, silencing it. You then lower your arm and turn back into a comfortable position on your bed. However, the door to your room opens up and someone grabs you by the leg, yanking you off the bed. You yelp and fall to the floor groaning, and you look up to see the blurry form of a redhead. You already knew the blurry figure.

Natasha: "Good norning, Y/n."

Y/n: "Erg... Morning, Nat."

Natasha: "Get up. You got school today, remember?"

Y/n: "You mean the prison you send me to for seven hours and five days out of seven per week?"

Natasha laughs a bit at that tells you to get up again. She tells you she was making breakfast before leaving your room. You groan again before pushing yourself to your feet and grab your glasses from your nightstand, and everything suddenly becomes clearer.

Yep. You had inherited the poor Parker sight, mostly from your father Ben Parker. It made life terrible, but at least you looked cool witn your glasses and not like some stereotypical nerd.

Y/n: "Hey, FRIDAY?"

The Compound's AI created by Tony Stark, FRIDAY, answered back.

FRIDAY: "Yes, Y/n?"

Y/n: "Play my Morning Mix, will ya?"

FRIDAY: "Of course. And good morning, Y/n."

Y/n: "Mornin', FRIDAY."

I stand to my feet as some rock music begins to play. Tony had gotten you into rock and roll, though you were originally into pop music. You still like it, but rock and roll is good, too. Hell, even Natasha had gotten you to appreciate opera music.

What's going on? Well, after Thanos snapped away half of all life, you were left without anybody to watch over you. Tony offered to, but he was immediately shot down since he wasn't in the proper state to do so. So you were sent to an orphanage for a few months while Natasha went to court so she could become your legal guardian. It was difficult since she was still considered a war criminal back then, but it all worked out in the end. Of course, she could never replace May as your mother and she knew that, so she settled for the aunt roll. So she basically became your Aunt Nat, and you live with her in the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York.

You were twelve at the time. Now you're seventeen. Just about as old as Peter was when he...

You walk over to your bathroom to start the shower since you could feel the filth all over your body. After a nice, hot shower, you walked across your room and open your closet.

TAKING UP THE MANTLE

Taking out some clothes, you quickly change into a (F/C) t-shirt and jeans with your (favorite brand) shoes. After changing, you hear your phone buzz from a notification and walk over to it on your nightstand. It was a text.

Harry:
Dude!
Hurry up and meet me at school!
I gotta show you something!

You reply by saying you'll be at school as soon as possible. You then pocket your phone and run out of your room. You make your way through the Compound to see Natasha finishing up making food for breakfast. Her hair had been mostly dyed back to red, but the tips of her hair were still bleached.

You try to run past her to get to the car you were given for your sixteenth birthday, but you should've guessed you couldn't escape the Black Widow.

Natasha: "Where do you think you're going, Y/n?"

You stop immediately and sigh. You should've known she'd catch you. So you walked back towards to kitchen as Natasha sets down a plate of pancakes for you.

Natasha: "Eat up, паучок (spider). You need your strength."

Y/n: "Yes, Aunt Nat."

You sit down at the kitchen island and begin eating the pancakes Black Widow made you. They were damn good, too.

Natasha: "Why were you in such a rush, kid? Thought you hated school."

Y/n: "I do, but Harry makes it tolerable. He also wanted to show me something apparently. Don't know what, though."

Natasha: "Well, I'll drive you there. Need to head back over to the city for a mission anyway."

You drop your fork.

Y/n: "No, Nat. Please, no. I can drive myself."

Natasha: "Nonsense. I'll take you."

Y/n: "Aunt Nat, no."

Timeskip...

She ended up bringing you to school. So after an hour of driving, Natasha had dropped you off at Midtown High. You had bid her a good day and thanked her for the drive which she responded with a thanks and...

"Love you, kid."

You were turning to walk off, but you stopped when Romanoff said those words. You turn back to her and stared before giving a small smile.

Y/n: "Love you, too, Aunt Nat."

You turn around and begin walking up to your school. Natasha couldn't help but smile to herself before driving off to her mission.

You walk up the steps to Midtown High to see students hanging around. School hasn't started yet, and won't for another few minutes. You walk past some students before finding a particular one reading a book at a picnic table. You walk over to him as he takes a drag of a cigarette.

Y/n: "What have I told you about smoking, Harry?"

Harry Osborn looks up at you with a smirk.

Harry: "Uh... something, something... smoking?"

You only chuckle a bit and lean on the table your best friend sat at.

Y/n: "What was it you wanted to show me?"

Harry: "Thank you for asking, because it's awesome."

Osborn takes his phone out from his pocket and brings up a page online. He slides it across the table towards you and you pick it. On the screen was a news headline about... a Spider-Man float being included in the New York City's annual parade. What shocked you wasn't that the parade was finally being brought back after nearly five years, but that a float was being wholly dedicated to Spider-Man. Your cousin. Peter Parker.

Y/n: "You're bullshittin' me."

Harry: "Nope. I'm one hundred percent being serious with you with that. Just pulled it up. No edits or anything."

Y/n: "I can't believe this..."

Harry: "Believe it. When the parade was announced to be brought back, a whole bunch of people started and signed a petition to add a Spidey float in it. Y'know... to honor him."

Y/n: "Wow..."

Harry: "Your cousin did a lot of good in the year he was Spider-Man. He deserves this."

Y/n: "Yeah... Just wish he was here to see it happen."

You were glad only you and Harry were by the table. Other than the Avengers, Harry was the only person alive to know that Peter was Spider-Man other than you.

Harry himself was an orphan as well. He never knew what happened to his parents and was brought to the orphanage where you met him. You both became close friends immediately and were inseparable, even after you were taken in by Natasha months after. He was by your side since after the snap, and you hoped he would for the future.

The bell rings, making you and Harry look forward. School had now started, so you helped your best friend get his things and you began making your way inside the school. You pass by students who were getting their lockers opened or who were just heading to their classes. However, some laughter caught your attention and you turned to see a group of students surrounding something in the hallway. You and Harry walk over to them, and what you see horrified you.

It was a case similar to a trophy case, but there were no trophies in it. Instead, it held pictures of the students who had been turned to dust and items that once belonged to them littered inside as well. However, it had been vandalized with red markings and crude drawings all over it. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, and anger crept inside you. Then a familiar laughter invaded your ears and you turn to see Nathaniel Rodriguez and his posse laughing to the side.

Your anger turned into a blinding fury as you turned to walk over to the blonde. You hear Harry calling out for you to stop, but you didn't listen. All you saw and heard was Nathaniel's jerk laughter. He sees you and smiles

Nathaniel: "Hey there, Puny Parker. What's up?"

Y/n: "Did you do this?"

You ask Rodriguez as you point over at the vandalized memorial. He only laughs a bit at it.

Nathaniel: "Nah, man. But whoever did is hilarious."

Y/n: "That isn't funny. It's disrespectful."

Nathaniel: "Who the fuck cares? They aren't here anymore. They're just dust--"

He was cutoff by your fist hitting his cheek. He stumbles back a bit as the students around you all gasp in unison. However, Nathaniel retaliated and punched you in the face as well. You stumble and fall back as some students either gasp or laugh. Harry ran in and grabbed you, making sure you were okay. Things were suddenly blurry for you, probably because your glasses were flung off your face.

Nathaniel: "That wasn't very nice, you know? You need to learn some manners, Parker."

Harry: "So do you, asshole.

Harry tells the bully athlete with venom in his tone. He helps you up as a teacher came in and parted the group of students.

Teacher: "Break it up! Break it up! What's going on here?"

Nathaniel: "Nothin', sir. Me and Y/n were horsing around. Right, Parker?"

(Nathaniel Rodriguez played by Lucas Till)

Teacher: "This true, Mr. Parker?"

You looked at Nathaniel with a scowl, but the athlete only smirked back in return.

Y/n: "Yeah. Just horsing around."

Harry: "What? That's not what happened! Nathaniel vandalized the--"

You place a hand on Harry and he turns to you. You shake your head, telling the orphaned Osborn to not try. He sighs as he nods and keeps his mouth shut. The teacher tells you to go to the nurse's office and then tells everyone else to head to class.

When you arrived at class, it was with you holding a bag of ice over your new black eye. You went through your classes in the first half of the day not really paying attention which made the day blur by. Sooner than you realized, it was lunch and you got some food with Harry. You then sat down together and began eating while talking.

Y/n: "Hey, thanks for trying to stick up for me earlier. It was just... they probably wouldn't have done anything either way."

Harry: "Hey, us rejects gotta stick together, right?"

You chuckle at this. You knew Harry was jokingly calling the two of you rejects, but you knew that others didn't see it like that. They thought you were weird and as outcasts. You didn't care, though. They're all jerks.

"Hey, uh, think I can sit with you two?"

You and Harry look up to see the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. She had long, blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Your mind had went blank as a red hue sprinkled upon your face. Harry laughed a bit and looked back at the girl.

Harry: "Uh, sure. Go ahead."

Blondie: "Thanks."

The blonde smiles and sits down next to you and you couldn't help but stare at her. However, you snap yourself out of the trance and speak.

Y/n: "So, uh, why'd you decide to sit with us? The only two people... at this table."

Blondie: "Eh. You two seemed cool. Everyone else look like jerks, especially from this morning."

Harry: "Oh..."

Y/n: "You saw that?"

Blondie: "Yep. Mean swing you got there, and a nasty black eye, too... Puny Parker."

Y/n: "Haha. You should see the other guy."

The blonde nods.

Blondie: "Yeah, I did. I think you bruised his jawline or something. He probably doesn't want to admit it, though."

You laugh a bit at this, as does Harry.

Harry: "Well, I'm Harry Osborn. This is Y/n Parker... or just Puny Parker."

You groan at the stupid nickname Rodriguez gave you.

Harry: "What's your name?"

Gwen: "Gwendolyn Stacy. Please, call me Gwen. It's a pleasure to meet some fellow 'rejects'."

Harry sighs and laughs a bit, realizing the newly identified Gwen had heard the earlier conversation. You smiled, though, as Gwen begins eating and talking with you and Harry. It was nice to have another person to hang with. It would be nice to have another friend.