𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖗 | parker-romanoff-barnes

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26 July, 2015

Peter was panicking. Just yesterday, he felt fine. But ever since he got home from Oscorp, he felt like shit.

Right now, he was slumped over in his bed, suppressing the urge to puke.

What the hell was happening with him?

He didn't want to tell May or Ben, fearing that they would freak out. Because when May freaks out, Ben freaks out, then Peter freaks out, then Natasha freaks out.

He didn't need a freak out session now.

He thought about calling his Aunt Nat. Because, he doubt that she would freak out. She would only be freaking out if the Parker family freaks out, but if Peter tells Natasha, Natasha probably won't freak out.

He hoped she didn't.

Picking up his phone, he dialed her number.

"Hey Auntie Tasha? Can you come over?"
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"So, what exactly happened?" Natasha asked, slightly concerned as she spotted Peter hunched over the toilet.

Peter grimaced. "A radioactive spider bit me yesterday. I think this is the side effect of something."

Natasha guided Peter to his bed after cleaning up.

"What can you do? Besides puking."

Peter smiled slightly. "I uh, have like this six sense, like I can sense things before they happen?"

"Like a Peter Tingle?" Natasha clarified.

"What? No! We are not calling it Peter Tingle." Peter defended. "I also have fast healing, enhanced metabolism, and I can stick to walls?"

"You found all that in a day?" Natasha questioned.

"Sort of. I kinda got stuck to my ceiling for super long, then I started feeling hungry after I just ate breakfast. I deduced everything myself. Oh and I have super strength too." Peter replied.

Natasha nodded thoughtfully. "Does May and Ben know?"

Peter shook his head. "If I told them, they would freak out, then I will freak out, then you will freak out. Please don't tell Aunt May or Uncle Ben. Please Aunt Tasha." Peter used his puppy eyes.

Natasha suppressed a sigh. "Okay. I won't tell." She agreed. "But if I see you doing something stupid related to your Spider powers." She left it hanging.

"Thanks Aunt Tasha." Peter beamed.

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1 August, 2015

Knock. Knock.

"May? Peter?" Natasha's quiet voice floated through. After that, the door unlocked quietly.

"I heard about Ben's death, and I'm sorry. Are you guys okay?"

Peter sniffled, sobs escaping his lips.

May sighed and turned to Natasha. "He thinks it's his fault." She whispered.

"Oh Peter." Natasha took a sit next to Peter and May, and started rubbing circles on his back. "Shh. It's okay, Peter. It's not your fault."

She continued doing so, until Peter's sobs quietened down to uneven snores. "I'll carry him to bed." Natasha whispered, picking up the surprising light boy. Must be part of his powers, Natasha guessed.

After she returned, she asked May. "And how are you?" She questioned.

"Fine."

The two sat in comfortable silence until May broke it.

"You'll make a good mother."

"May, you know I can't." Natasha replied, referering to the fact that she was sterile. "Besides, even if I do adopt, my job is too dangerous."

"Yeah." May agreed.

Natasha got up. "I should go. Stay safe, okay?" She hugged May tightly.

"You too." May returned the hug.

Natasha leaned into the hug slightly, before she pulled away and let herself out of the house quietly.

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3 August, 2015  

Natasha didn't know how to feel when she saw the YouTube video of a 'Spider-man' saving New York. She was 99.9% sure that that was Peter, swinging around Queens in an onesie. Of all things, Parker, an onesie? 

Natasha decided to pay Spider-man a visit. Entering their apartment - she knew May wouldn't mind - she waited for 10 minutes plus minus until Peter came home. 

"Aunt Tasha? What are you doing here?" Peter took out his ear phones and stared at Natasha in surprise. 

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "So, Spider-man, is it?" 

"I- pl- Auntie Nat, um. What?" Peter stumbled over his words slightly. 

This earned a sigh from the Widow. "Peter, you are Spider-man, right?" 

Peter nodded. "I'm sorry Aunt Tasha. Please don't take Spider-man away." 

Natasha was silent for a while. Then she asked, "Why?" 

Peter averted his gaze. 

"Peter." Natasha asked again. 

The young Parker bit his lips, before he whispered slightly.

"I killed Uncle Ben."

Natasha frowned at the kid. "Kid, what do you mean? How did you kill Uncle Ben?"

Peter sniffed.

"T-That day, when Uncle Ben d-died, I fought with him. I-I was so angry I just left. It-it was really late then and I haven't come back. Uncle Ben we-went out to f-find me. I was at a supermarket nearby, th-the person behind me was stealing somethings. I didn't bother to stop him. U-Uncle Ben was outside. He-He saw and tried to stop me, but the robber shot Uncle Ben. See Aunt Tasha? I-I killed Uncle Ben. Then I resolved to help others, because I have this power. Do you see it, Aunt Tasha?"

Natasha crouched to Peter's level, pulling him into a hug. "Peter, did you hold that gun? Did you press the trigger?"

Peter shook his head. "Then you didn't kill Uncle Ben."

"B-but."

"No buts Peter. I won't take Spider-man away okay? But it's a dangerous thing, so your gonna need training. And a better suit. I am not going to allow you to fight in a onesie." Natasha stated firmly.

"Thanks Aunt Tasha."