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I've been looking forward to writing this request from @Little_Alien18 for awhile now! (Not that I don't look forward to writing all my requests, I just love momma and baby Spider). There won't be a second part to this - for a little while at least - but I made this one-shot longer then usual to make up for that.

Now, there weren't any ships included in the request, so I just added some that I thought could fit well with the theme.

Ships: Maytasha, IronStrange, Hawksilver (it's been awhile so I couldn't not add it), and SpiderFlash (people really seemed to like this ship so... here it is!)

Warnings: Swearing, implied murder

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Assassins, particularly one named Natasha Romanoff, aren't afraid of many things. They usually don't fear things like the dark, or spiders, or death itself, but a lot of them are afraid of children.

Well, they are not exactly afraid of children, but rather intimidated by them.

You see, children are manipulative little things that know more then adults give them credit for. Just one word, one singular word, and a whole assassination plot could go down the drain, simply because of a child.

They are also rather twisted, sadistic creatures that don't understand what pain is and that others can feel it, making them little ruthless killing machines given the right weapons.

And here Natasha was, sitting across from the 6-year-old child who was about to choose her fate.

"Let's get something straight," Peter Parker started, taking a long sip of his cold chocolate milk, "not that there is anything straight about this situation. If you hurt my Aunty, I hurt you back."

Natasha had been dating May Parker, Peter's Aunt, for a year now, but they both knew that the relationship couldn't go any further until Peter was informed.

They couldn't move in together, tell their friends and family members about their relationship, or perhaps even get married, until Peter knew and approved.

If Peter didn't like Natasha then her relationship with May wouldn't work out since May had to put Peter's feelings first.

The female assassin nodded her head sharply, having a swig from her own glass of chocolate milk.

They were both sitting at Peter's tiny kiddy table, drinking brown milk from plastic tea cups. The table was so small that Natasha's knees were nearly up to her face level, making it really awkward for her to take a sip from her drink.

"Now that that's out of the way, welcome to the family Aunty Tasha!" A bright grin covered Peter's face, making a matching one appear on Nat's.

A flutter of pure joy filled Natasha's chest, making her let out a sigh of pure relief.

"I like you, kid." Natasha said, sending a smirk towards May, who was standing a few feet away.

May chuckled lightly before walking over to join them. "Why don't we all go for ice-cream?"

"Yay!" Peter shouted, throwing his arms up into the air with a happy shriek.

So the little family went down to the ice-cream a few streets away, bought their ice-creams, slowly made their way back to the apartment building, then dropped their frozen treats in shock.

The apartment building was on fire.

Black smoke filled the sky as fire fighters struggled to put out the growing flames. The floors, roofs, and walls crumbled away, leaving the building a skeleton of what it once was.

Peter, breaking out of his shock, smiled at his two aunties. "Firstly, now we can all just live with Aunty Tasha!"

The two women turned to look at him, waiting for the second thing.

"Secondly," He said with a smirk, singing his next words to the melody of The London Bridge Is Falling Down, "our home is burning down! Burning down! Burning down!"

May smiled, amused by her nephew's antics, before joining in. "Our home is burning down! Because of that fire!"

Natasha snickered, giving Peter a high five and kissing May on the check. They might've been idiots but they were her idiots.

———— 2 years later ————

The eight year old nephew of the recently married Parker-Romanoff couple, stormed into the kitchen looking ready to kill.

Peter and May had been living at Stark Tower since their apartment was destroyed, meaning that they were now considered family to the superheroes.

Everybody - Tony, Stephen, Wanda, Vision, Natasha, May, Pietro, Clint, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, and Thor - stopped eating to stare at the child.

"Whichever one of you assholes who decided to release a bunch of spiders into my room, is now going to take me to the hospital floor and explain to them why I am currently fucking dying!" Peter spat, holding up his shaking left hand.

A huge, bright red spider bite stood out against his pale skin, making everyone jump up and start screaming in horror.

That was when Peter passed out, sprawling himself across the floor with a sickening thud.

When he finally awoke, he was laying on one of the disgustingly white medical beds, multiple different cords attached to him for some reason.

Instead of asking about his health or something else, he just stared at the people around him. "Which one of you bitches did it?"

Clint shrunk back slightly, making the strangely intelligent child glare at him harshly.

"I hope that you have health insurance because you'll be needing it once I'm through with you!" Peter growled, attempting to jump at him.

"Revenge can wait for later." Stephen said, stopping Peter from leaving the bed. "We have some good news and some bad news for you, Peter."

Tony didn't wait for Peter to say anything, just got to the point as soon as he could. "The good thing is that you aren't dying, or injured in any way. The bad news is that those spiders were not ordinary spiders."

Natasha started glaring at Clint now, she was a protective momma spider that did not like that Peter was in this position.

"They were radioactive, meaning that - for some strange reason - your genes have been changed and you are going to start gaining Spider Powers." Bruce finished, sending a slight frown towards the boy.

Peter was silent for a few moments before a large grin covered his face. "Yes! I've got Spider Powers now?! Everything's coming up Milhouse!"

The adults around him all sighed, May face palming. "I told you that you shouldn't have let Peter watch The Simpsons, Tony!"

—— Another 2 Years Later ——

"Baby Spider and I are going shopping." Natasha said, waltzing into the lounge room of Stark Tower.

10-year-old Peter Parker-Romanoff trailed behind her slightly, smiling widely in happiness.

Peter hadn't been able to spend much time with his Aunty lately since Natasha had been really busy with her job.

She was expected to spend most of her time training the new SHIELD agents and going on missions with the other Avengers, meaning that she wasn't able to spend much time with Peter.

Peter's other Aunty, May, looked up with a smile. "Great! I'd join you both but I've gotta get to work soon."

May had been working on the medical floor of the tower since they had moved in, replacing a rather nasty nurse. This nurse had been really transphobic, openly refusing to help a transgender intern even though she was quite close to dying.

"Walmart or Gucci?" Stephen asked from his place next to his husband, Tony.

Peter and Nat both looked at him with like he was an idiot. "Walmart, of course!"

Walmart had a better variety of goods, and the most nonjudgmental people in the whole world.

And that's how they found themselves walking around Walmart dressed in baldy made ghost costumes, spending $500 on cat food, and setting a cardboard cut out of Donald Trump on Fire.

—— And Another 2 Years Later ——

Peter was 12 when he first realised that he was more then just a regular fan of his favourite books and movies.

After watching Harry Potter for the 16th time, he had sprinted through the halls of Stark Tower, screaming about how Drarry was better then Hinny.

Then about how Ron was a jealous git.

And then about how Dumbledore was a manipulative bastard.

His family had just watched in shock as he quickly became an emotional wreck over his fandoms. Crying, awing, screaming, shrieking, and cooing over fictional characters, plots, and animals.

Meeting Shuri, who was the princess of Wakanda, hadn't helped this situation very much. Actually, she made it worse.

Shuri was just as fandom crazy as Peter was, meaning that they basically fed off of each other's insanity and became immediate friends.

That's how Shuri and Peter, along with Natasha, Loki, and Bucky, had kidnapped Clint and Pietro in hopes of making their ship cannon.

Stuck together with 5 roles of duck tape, Pietro and Clint were safely hung from the roof of the training room, right above a kiddy pool full of glitter and superglue.

The five Hawksilver shippers watched in morbid fascination as their otp ship fearfully confessed their feeling for each other. Both men were pranksters and knew exactly how long it would take to wash off that much glue and glitter, meaning that wanted to avoid being dropped.

After they had been hanging for about 20 minutes, the other heroes and May all wondered into the training room. Nobody said a word, they all just stared for a minute before speed walking out of the room, worried that they would be strung up next.

Pietro and Clint were dropped into the glitter and glue anyway, as revenge for a prank that they had pulled the day before, dyeing Natasha's hair bright purple.

—— Another, Another 2 Years ——

It had taken Peter a strangely long time to realise that he wasn't fully straight.

Or straight at all, even.

I mean, he was 14-years-old and had only just realising that he liked boys and only boys! So It's safe to say that he freaked the fuck out.

Peter was standing in front of his school locker, two of his three best friends (Ned and MJ) chatting aimlessly to his left.

Ned was complaining about the 7 pieces of LEGO missing from his newest LEGO set while MJ was egging him on, saying that they had done it on purpose.

Peter giggled in amusement as Ned got angrier and angrier at the LEGO company.

That's when a throat was cleared from behind the friend group, getting their attention almost immediately. Three pairs of brown eyes shot towards Eugene (Flash) Thompson, the throat clearer himself.

Flash looked like he was almost shaking, both of hands clutching onto a bouquet of flowers poorly hidden behind his back.

'Oh fuck!' Peter thought, jumping to the conclusion that Eugene was about to express his feelings for MJ, who was very open about liking girls, not guys.

Maybe he just hadn't been informed of that particular piece of juicy gossip, or maybe he believed that he could turn her straight. Either way, he was about to get his heart broken and Peter wasn't exactly looking forward to watching the metaphorical shit metaphorically hit the metaphorical fan.

But Eugene did not extend the flowers to MJ, or even to Ned as Peter had then concluded. They were extended towards him.

Peter's mouth gapped open in shock, a bright pink blush spreading across his face, and his heart felt like it had started beating 10x fast.

Perhaps Peter had always had a crush on Eugene and he hadn't even known it, subconsciously writing it off as a man-crush or something like that. It would explain why Peter has felt awkward around him in the past and why he was internally freaking out so much now.

"Ah, um, I mean..." Flash stuttered, not looking Peter in the eyes as his crush took the flowers. "W-would you maybe go out with me, maybe?"

Eugene finally looked at Peter, who was both frantically nodding his head in agreement and looked to be on the verge of a gay panic attack.

Neither had noticed that MJ was filming everything on her phone, planning on sending the video to all of Peter's family members.

A bright smile lit up both of their faces as Flash mumbled a goodbye, disappearing down the hall.

Once he was out of ear shot, Peter turned to his friends and let out an ear splitting fanboy screech, pressing his hand to his chest as his breaths got shallower and shallower.

MJ quickly stopped filming sending all of Peter's family and friends the video with 'Peter's gay awakening' as the title.

Within minutes Natasha had arrived at Peter's high school, slamming the doors open and running towards him.

"My Baby Spider! I'm so proud of you~!" She cooed, yanking her nephew into a hug.

If Peter wasn't so shocked over his newly realised sexuality, he would've been really embarrassed by Nat's actions. Instead he was smiling stupidly, clutching the flowers in his arms and internally cooing over the variety of colours and types.

"I'm gay as fuck, bitches!" Peter shouted, looking on the verge of happy tears.

A couple homophobic people in the school hallway snickered but scuttled off quickly after Natasha shot them with her harshest glare.

All nine of them would go missing over the next month before being found in a McDonalds parking lot at 3am, mumbling about glitter and rainbows.

—— The Final 2 Years Later ——

Peter Parker-Romanoff, now 16 and as gay as ever, had finally been allowed to become a superhero.

He invented web shooters, designed a suit with Tony, trained with the Avengers, and was taught the basics of medical help from May.

While swinging round the streets of New York with Natasha, who had been gifted an identical copy of his web shooters, Peter was harshly slammed into a building.

Some ugly ass wannabe super villain with super strength had yeeted Peter into the wall before his Peter Tingle could go off.

Natasha, who had witnessed the attack on Peter, turned to the villain with a snarl, making him widened his eyes in terror. The villain - let's call him Chad - hadn't noticed that the assassin was with Spider-Man.

"You dare hurt my Baby Spider?!" She spat, stalking towards a horrified Chad.

The villain shook his head frantically. "N-no?"

Peter had gotten back up at this point, clutching his side as he coughed. He was covered in dust and rubble from the impact, and, from what he could tell, he had a broken rib.

He looked around, frowning under his mask as the villain was now nowhere in sight. "Momma Spider, did you let him go?"

A dark look covered Natasha's smirking face. "No, Petey, he is most certainly not going anywhere."

"What? That made no sense!" Peter asked, looking around. What had she done with him? He wasn't webbed up anywhere and there was no place to hide a dead body.

Sometimes Peter wondered if Natasha actually did have superpowers, like the ability to control shadows or something. It would explain how the villain was now missing and how she could randomly appear in locked rooms.

The Momma Spider just chuckled darkly before noticing Peter's pain. "I'll call Wanda to pick us up, give me a sec."

Peter nodded, silently watching as she got out her phone and started speaking to the other female superhero, Scarlet Witch.

A smile lit up his face as he thought back on the last 10 years of his life, 10 years made incredible because of his Aunty Tasha.

His Momma Spider really was the best.