Song: now that we're alone by the people's thieves

New timeline I'm trying! Peter is the biological offspring of Tiny Stank (no error here)
What happens when Peter joins the Avongors, and gets hurt? Will his DNA give his parentage away? (no error here, officer.) (update: Parker is not an Avongor.)

And yes, the title says 1. I will be making this a multipager! I might add a break between the few, but I like the idea of having a short story in my oneshot book!

Enjoy what you can of this awful, scribbled book
But before you do
Check out the font 'Cochin'
It's cool, and readable
+ decorative in Italics

d s z <very decorative in Italics
+ Q. Q is pretty.

  His phone rung. The skinny teen excused himself, and went to take the call. He recognised the number; May had called him multiple times while at work. It was the hospital's number.
  "Hello?" Peter didn't know why, but he didn't think this was May.
  "Is this Mr. P Parker?" A woman with a British accent asked from the other line.
  "Yes, why?" Did something happen? Peter really wanted this woman to tell him that she was taking May's shift, and that his Aunt would be back home soon.
  "Your Aunt was in a car accident. She didn't make it." Tears pricked at his eyes. He didn't believe the woman.
  "Y-your lying..." he knew she wasn't. He just wanted reassurance. He wanted to be told that when he came back home from a sleepover at Ned's, his aunt would be home, in the kitchen, baking her favourite lemon zest cookies.
  "I'm sorry." He hung up, and walked back into his best friend's room. Peter couldn't feel the waterfall of tears falling down his face as he stumbled through his blurry vision, being sat down by Ned. He couldn't hear the frantic boy ask he asked repeatedly if Peter was alright. He couldn't comprehend the words going through his head as he rattled through the news. The news of her death. Aunt May, the only parental figure he'd had after Uncle Ben's death.
  "PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!" Peter wiped his tears, and faced Ned.
  "She's gone, Ned," he took a shaky breath, "May's gone," Peter was fairly certain Ned knew who he was talking about before he specified, but it was more to tell himself, in the end.

  He woke up with tears caked onto his face from last night. The news was easier to deal with today. He wasn't fighting to grasp onto the fact that she'd died anymore. Somehow, that also made it worse. There wasn't any chance that it was a lie. She was actually gone. There was a huge hole in his heart, a huge void so big, he was surprised any of Peter's physical body had remained, but alas, it had, and he knew in any other circumstance, he'd be glad, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he could have stopped it. If he'd have kept Spiderman-ing one more hour, May would be alive. Peter shook his head, and braced himself for the call. It came 3 minutes later.
  "Hello, this is child services, is this Mr. Peter B. Parker?" It was a tough-sounding American man.
  "Yes."
  "We're currently looking for any of your living relatives, do you have anywhere you can stay in the meantime?" He hesitated for a second, just long enough for Miss Leeds to take the phone off him.
  "Yes, he does." She spoke for him.
  "Alright then, what is your name, Miss?"
  "Sofie Leeds."
  "Thank you, Miss Leeds." The man ended the call, and left Peter staring wide-eyed at the woman.
  "You are always welcome here, Peter." Peter only nodded, and ran up to Neds room, where his friend chucked his mask at him.

  Swinging through the streets was good. Peter was back at the Leeds', building the Death Star out of lego with Ned. Spiderman was swinging through the streets of Queens, without a worry. He didn't notice as he slipped into Manhattan. Spiderman chose a building to sit on. He didn't know which one, he just chose this one because of the view.
  He was watching the sunset as a door opened behind him. He didn't care when the awestruck witch walked to stand and watch the sunset with him. The blazing light was more beautiful without any buildings obstructing the view. He looked next to him, and almost fell off the building. He composed himself again, and waited for anyone other than him to begin the conversation.
  "So, Spiderman," she started, "we've been... looking to add you to the team for a while, so..." Peter's hand went to his shoulder, an easy mask-removing position.
  "You want me to join the Avengers?" He let his voice reveal the fanboy in him. From the doorway came another persuader.
  "Yes, we do." It was his idol, Tony freaking Stark!
  "As long as I'm still able to protect the little guy... I'll join." He felt a voice, inside him. It wasn't attached to a real person, just apart of him, like his Spidey Sense, but not that. It had the voice of a woman he'd known for years.
  I'm proud of you, Peter. I larb you.

I'm not crying, you're crying.
Anygays-

  Karen alerted him of a mugging, and Spid- Peter excused himself, telling the Avengers he'd be right back. When he did come back, he continued to talk to the Witch and Billionaire, feeling comfortable with removing his mask. The Witch looked between Mr. Stark and him, to the point that the man got annoyed, and asked what it was.
  "You two look so similar!" She exclaimed, which got the older man noticing the similarities. "I mean, Tony's basically an older you, minus the muscle and good looks."