Death Of May

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(He's 14 in this)

Peter walked out of the school with Ned, they talked for awhile before Ned had to leave but Peter couldn't find his aunt. He stood there for 10 minutes before Mj appeared beside him.

"What's up loser?" She asked holding her book as usual.

"Oh May hasn't arrived yet." He shrugged.

"That's unlike her." Mj hummed. "You should probably start walking back." She shrugged.

"Yeah... See ya later Mj." He smiled walking off.

"Dork." she smiled walking back into the school and sitting with the detention people.

Peter started his walk home and immediately got this gut feeling of somethings wrong. He ran to the nearest alleyway and changed into his spider man suit, if you could even call it that, and went swinging from lamp post to wall to whatever was high up and make his way on top of the roof next to their house. Peter got out off the suit and leaped to the ground making his way towards the front of the apartments and made his way up to his, he reached for the handle and immediately the sense of dread hit him, and the smell of blood.

Peter slowly reached for the door like he was expecting something to be behind it but there was nothing.

"May?" He called leaving the door wide opened, slowly stepping in he carefully walked checked out the place. By the time Parker made it to his Aunt's room he was to scared to open it. "Mayyyyy?!" He shouted panicked knocking on her door.

No sound.

No response.

The spider finally mustered enough courage to open the door but was horiffic the result he got.

Aunt May was in the floor, stab wound right on her heart, blood rushing out of her some some on the walls, it spelt out a message.

"You're next Peter Parker." Pete read alloud. Tears fell from his eyes like a waterfall, he grabbed his phone and called the police, telling them what happened thou he could bearly get the words out, he was told to stand outside the room and calm himself down he did that and waited for the police.

When they arrived Peter had calmed down the smallest bit and hoping it was a dream, but sadly it wasn't. The police investigated the house, Peter had his SpiderMan suit in his bad which he had on his back and slid to the ground just letting the tears fall.

He was taken to the police station and was asked a few questions about what happened, if he seen anything and where he was at the time it all happened. And was asked a few more:

"Have you any other family members?" The officer asked.

"N-no."

"Anyone your family considered a guardian?"

"Ye-yeah but you wouldn't believe m-me if I told you who." He sniffled.

"Why wouldn't we?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Because nobody else believes me."

"Just tell us who it is and we'll give them a call."

"Tony Stark." Peter mumbled looking away, the officer nodded his head. The officer rang the billionaire and after 5 tries he finally answered and was put in speaker.

"If this is about Loki again I'll get Thor." Tony said seemingly working on something.

"No we have a kid at our office he says you're considered one of his guardians."

"What's his name?"

"Peter Parker."

"Kid? What did he do?"

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