Dang. This was requested a long time ago, so sorry that this took so long. Umm...update: COVID makes it really hard to buy lots of things, including Marvel. Being broke doesn't help much either. So, I don't own Marvel.

Warnings: emotions. Not sure how to put that, but Peter feels a lot of sad emotions and doesn't know how to communicate them. Also, May dies. It's not vivid, honestly, it's kind of glossed over, but it's there. It's mostly just fluff with a lot of background information, but it's cute.

This was requested over messages, so I'm just gonna keep it anonymous just in case. If you want me to put your name in, requester, just say so and I will.

Peter glanced at Mr. Stark as they worked together in the workshop. He knew Mr. Stark was busy, and didn't hold it against him at all, but he felt like a burden to his idol. He knew Tony loved having him around, but he also knew the man was stressed and overworked recently and didn't really have time for a clingy teenager.

Peter finished his project and glanced at the clock. "Hey, Mr. Stark?"

"Yeah, kid?" said Tony. He didn't look up from his work on the Accords.

"I'm going to head home, okay? It's getting late."

Tony looked up then and gave a small, tired smile to his mentee. "Sure, kid. Come here."

Peter walked over and accepted a quick hug, feeling his heart warm. Tony pressed a quick kiss to his forehead—he's Italian, he does that sometimes—and let his kid go. "See ya next week, right?"

"Mhm." Peter hummed. "See ya."

Peter slowly walked home. He knew he could swing, but something told him he shouldn't. He just shrugged and accepted the weird gut feeling. Halfway home, his phone rang. Peter pulled it out, thinking this must be why he shouldn't have swung. He can't answer his phone when he is swinging, and swinging takes about double the time to get home because he always ends up sidetracked.

"Hello?"

"Is this Peter Parker?" A soft, sad-sounding voice came from the speaker.

"This is he." Peter replied, with impeccable manners as always.

"We are calling because you are the only contact listed for one May Parker. She got in a car accident. She died on impact. We are sorry for your loss."

Peter froze. He hung up, ignoring the woman who was trying to get him to respond and dropped the phone. He ran home, not really processing what was happening as he packed up everything important to him, and anything of May's he wanted to keep. He left out a window right as CPS agents showed up at the front door.

Peter paused. He didn't know where to go from here. He thought for a minute about calling Mr. Stark, but he figured he was enough of a burden as it was. Peter turned to an alley that he had labeled as relatively safe during his nighttime adventures. Dropping his backpack, he finally allowed himself to cry. He ended up crying himself to sleep.

*****

Peter woke up to a soft voice calling to him.

"Kid? Hey, kid, you alright?"

Peter blinked his eyes open and jumped back from the face floating way too close to his head.

"Sorry, sorry." Captain Fricking America raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.

"I-I...ummm. Hey, Mr. Captain America, Sir." Peter stood up, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the tear tracks.

"Hey." The Ex-Avenger laughed softly. "Are you alright? Do you need help?"

"I'm not going with CPS!" Peter blurted out. He clasped a hand over his mouth and silently blamed his potential ADHD that was never diagnosed and probably didn't actually exist.

"Okay. But what happened?" Cap kept his hands slightly raised and waited patiently for a response.

"M-my Aunt...she—" Peter choked trying to hold back a sob.

Steve gave up trying to not be threatening. He pulled the kid into a hug. Peter stiffened slightly, but relaxed and cried into the super-soldier's arms.

"Hey, it's alright, kid. We'll take care of you."

*****

Months later, Steve and the Rogue Avengers had taken Peter in. As it turns out, Peter's spidersuit had been sticking out of his bag when they met in the alleyway, and that was why Steve was so quick to accept him.

Nothing much had changed with Tony. Peter never told him about his Aunt, not wanting to be a burden. Even with Steve taking care of him, though, Tony was always the closest to a father-figure to the teenage hero.

"Hey, kid. I've got a lot less work today, thought we could do something fun." Tony grinned at his kid.

"Really?!?" Peter squealed. He loved hanging out with Tony. Even when his attention was split between Peter and work, Tony always had time to give him a smile. Peter just wished, probably selfishly, that Tony had less work all the time. Then maybe he would be less of a burden.

"Yeah. How's a movie sound?"

Peter jumped up and ran to the kitchen, collecting popcorn, and plopped down—on the ceiling— before Tony even got to the living room.

"How does Lion King sound?" Tony sent a soft smile to the teen when he squealed again.

*****

Steve was anxious. Peter was out at a friend's, so he didn't have to worry about the kid, but he was worried about the upcoming meeting.

It wasn't exactly planned, but Tony said to stop by sometime this week to iron out the final touches of the Accords, so Steve figured Now was as good a time as any.

He rode the elevator in silence, the rest of his team behind him. FRIDAY had greeted them pleasantly enough, which eased some of their nerves. Finally, the doors opened to an unexpected scene.

"Da—Mr. Stark!" Peter was sitting on the ceiling, protectively cradling a bowl of popcorn against his chest.

"I want some too, squirt. Hand it over." Tony grinned. He was brandishing a broom, which Steve noted had a soft, foam handle on the end that looked as if Tony had placed it there for the sole purpose of poking Peter without hurting him.

"Peter?" Steve called. Both geniuses froze and turned towards the sound.

"Oh, uh, hey Steve." Tony smiled awkwardly.

"Hi, Steve..." Peter mimicked his mentor, smiling an almost identical grin.

"Uh, Tony, we came to...with the Accords...Peter, what are you doing here?" Steve said eloquently.

Peter dropped to the floor.

"Pete, kiddo? How do you know Steve?" Tony turned a concerned gaze to his kid.

Peter sighed. "I guess I should probably explain the whole story to all of you."

Tony and the rogues all sat down, content to listen to their favorite teenager explain.

"So, I guess this starts with how I know Mr. Stark. You all know I'm Spider-Man. We met through that, and then we got closer, and I started going over to his lab to work. Mr. Stark got really busy after the Accords mess, but I still went over all the time. Well, umm, one day I was walking home from his lab and I got a phone call. They said that May had died."

Tony gasped here, being the only one who didn't know about that.

"Please, let me finish." Peter begged, shooting his father-figure puppy eyes.

Tony pulled the teen into his arms and nodded for him to continue. Peter melted into the embrace as he talked.

"I—Umm—it was stupid, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell you, Mr. Stark. I thought I would be a burden, even more than I already was, am, whatever."

"You are not, not have you ever been a burden to me, kid. Work—work is a burden. You are my kid, Tesoro." Tony pressed a kiss to Peter's forehead.

Peter sniffled and buried his face in his mentor's chest, pulling away a few seconds later with red eyes. "Thanks...dad."

"I love you, kiddo." Tony rocked back and forth gently, his kid in his lap at this point.

"I love you too." Peter suddenly remembered his audience, who were all smiling fondly at the kid. "Well, I went to an alleyway that I knew was relatively safe, and fell asleep. Steve woke me up and took me in after he heard my story. I guess from there, I've been living with them and still visiting you."

Peter finished his story and tucked his head back into his father-figure's chest.

"Well, I guess you and the rogues will just have to live with me, now." Tony grinned at Peter's face as he pulled away. "No way am I letting my son live somewhere without me."

Peter cried then, thanking his dad and telling him he loved him.

"I love you so much, Tesoro."

That's that! Also, two posts in one day! Don't get used to it. ;)

Hope you enjoyed this; I thought it was cute.

Bye!