A Beautiful Thing (Spideychelle) UNDER EDITING

MJ's Parents

A/N: Hey updates won't be as regular now cause I'm going back to jail tomorrow (KILL ME NOW) only a few more chapters left though

Michelle POV

They came back, they came back. My parents were actually here. They had names and faces- they were actual people I was happy, happier than I had ever been... or at least I should be. 

"Well that's, that's amazing. I'll be there ASAP" I say into the phone. 

Why wasn't I happy? 

I tell Peter everything and Pepper offered to take me up there once I was ready. Yet, I was not excited but nervous and couldn't figure out why. What did they look like? What was their story? But most importantly, how was I supposed to trust them when they dumped me on the side of a road as a baby/ These questions crowd my confused brain as we drive in silence. It is not long before we reach the foster home.

Pepper puts her hand on my shoulder as we approach the door, her hand brushing my braid as she rubs my back soothingly. 

"Hey, you think you're ready to do this?" she asks. I nod, taking n a shuddered breath before walking in. 

"Ah hello Michelle." the mistress greets with a fake smile plastered on her face "You know why you're here don't you?"

She doesn't give me time to respond before two tall people come stepping out from behind her. A woman with light skin and chocolatey curls like mine and a man with slightly darker skin and midnight black hair in a high quiff. My dad was muscular and tall while my mother was small and petite. 

I throw a glance back at Pepper who stands there smiling in her white dress. 

"Good luck" she whispers before leaving and driving off.

"How about we go to the reception room and you three can talk it out" Mistress suggests, beckoning me to follow suit. 

"So what are your names?" I ask awkwardly.

The tell me about themselves. Their names are Eve and Denver Jones, they are both married, me being their first and only child. I don't ask about why they decided to abandon me and instead choose to talk about there careers. My mother is a PA to my dad who is an accountant. They don't seem to have any striking personality traits so far and don't ask about me very much until the ask if I would like to go for ice cream. 

I obviously agree because ice cream. They seem nice so far. When we get to the ice cream parlour, Eve searches for my hand. I just didn't feel that comfortable with her yet so tried to turn my hand away. Yet she persisted - all while making very weird eye contact- until I give in and she smiles. 

We talk over ice cream and for a moment I get my hopes up that I might actually find some kind of bond with these guys. It is no more than small talk but to everyone else, we looked like a normal happy family. It is when Denver leaves that things start to get weird. 

"So what do you think about all of these superheroes then?" My mother giggles, licking her ice cream.

"They're pretty cool aren't they" I laugh, secretly wondering why they chose this as a conversation topic before future goals, books or even boyfriends. When he returns, they push the conversation even further. 

"Have you heard about SpiderGirl?" Denver asks. This time I laugh even harder, wondering what they will say next. 

"Oh yeah, I knew we picked the right name for our baby girl" I am unsure what she means but continue the conversation like she had never said it. 

"Who do you think she is?" he smiles

"Oh I don't know" I reply nervously, reaching into my bag for a sip of water

This superhero chat goes on for a while until we decide its time to leave. We go back to the foster house where the overly smiley mistress. 

"The adoption process is long and tiresome however we are willing to you know to bend the law here and let you stay with them for a week and if you like it we can make the move immediately. How about that?" 

"Yeah, I guess" I muse, confused at the urgency and also why I felt slightly uncomfortable. Maybe it just took a bit of getting used to. "Where do you guys live? I would still go to school here and stuff, wouldn't I?"

"Well sweetie" the mistress gulps "not exactly, I've contacted the school and they said you can have the week off. But they live in Rhode IIsland"

"What?!" I exclaim in shock 

"Well.. you would make new friends and everything" My father assumes

"I can't just leave!" I tell them "I love my friends,  love my school, I love my family here" by this I meant Tony and Pepper but it came out more a measly whisper so they didn't hear."

"Just spend a week with us, hon if you don't like it.."

 I mentally block out from there on. I decide to walk back and get lost in thought on my way back to Stark Towers. Thoughts of everything came flooding in,  liked these people but not as I feel it should be. It felt wrong, awkward on every level. It felt like we were just acquainted and now they wanted to adopt me- right off the bat. 

But the worst bit wasn't who I was going with but where was going. Leaving ned.. leaving Peter. Rhode Island was 4 hours away from New York. 4 hours away from everyone had ever found trust in. For some reason, I pictured Peter's eyes. A dark hazel, kaleidoscopic and beautiful; like a swirling mocha. They felt warm and loving but more than anything they felt safe. Everything felt safe when I was around him.  wouldn't wanna leave that. 

I wanted out of the home, of course. But not like this. Then it hit me; I wanted to be adopted by Tony. Stark towers felt like home more than anything else. I play with my braid and think of them. Of everything I had been through and when the time comes, I tell everyone else my thoughts.. except that last bit. I didn't wanna leave Pepper and Tony in an awkward position. 

When talking to Peter, I give it a lighter tone. I said I loved them and in response, Peter said he would be lost without me but supported what I chose to do. But the truth: I wasn't sure I wanted to go. Even after all these years of dreaming about them coming back when it came to it, I felt a heavy pang of sadness against my chest and not much else. God dammit, I was so in love with Peter and never wanted that to change. The thought of him going back to Liz scared me greatly.