Lokison

~2~

Peter's POV

I try to hide, and go up to my bedroom. Thankfully, aunt May doesn't notice. I do my homework, and there is a knock on the door. "Yes?" I ask "Dinner is ready" "Ummm, I'm not really hungry tonight" I lie. I'm starving. Aunt May still seems to catch on. "Pete, no matter what you've done, I'll always love you" I take a deep breath, and before I know it, I open the door, and hang my head, ashamed. "Peter, baby, what did you do?" I look up at her and she notices me eyes. "Pete, you know that you could've just asked me to get your hair dyed and get contacts" I sigh. "May, these aren't contacts, and I didn't dye my hair. I don't know what's going on!" May hugs me, and we go downstairs. "Maybe it's a side affect of the spider bite?" she asks, and we both know she's lying. "May, I got bitten when I was fourteen." She exhales and rubs her temples. "I'll be fine" I say, and we eat dinner in silence.

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I wake up the next morning with normal hair and eyes again. But there's one problem. I'm cold and my skin is blue. I almost shriek as I look at myself in the mirror. My Sclera is red again, and I look like something familiar. I look like a frost giant. But I'm not a frost giant! Or am I...? I run downstairs after getting dressed because now I know what she was hiding. May sees my blue skin, and immediately knows what's going on. "I'm so sorry Peter, but I had to be sure!" I'm heartbroken. May never lied to me. Ice seeps through the ground beneath me. "Your parents never existed! You're real father's name was Loki" Rage is making the building shake. "You lied to me!" I say, tears sliding down my face. "I never knew him, but he was always there, and I didn't even meet him!" May sighs "Petey, honey, Loki didn't meet you, either, because you're mother was taken from him before he even knew she was pregnant." May's not making me feel any better "So he doesn't even know I exist?" "No bu-" the ice grows until it's almost filled the entire room. "I don't even know who I am" I say, quietly, helplessly. "Am I not your aunt?" she asks me. "No" I say quietly. And then the room collapses.

I lie there, protected by a ball of ice, crying. Slowly, the ice around me melts, and my skin turns back to it's regular color, as do my eyes and hair and I pull myself through the rubble looking for her. All the ice is melted, and I finally find May, and drag her body out with ease. I check for her pulse. Nothing. "Karen, call 911" I say I hear the tone dragging in on, and do the best CPR I can. "911, What's your emergency?" I bite my lip to keep myself from crying "A house collapsed at xxx xxx xx, Queens. My aunt..." I trail off, and listen to the frantic, but calm voice of the operator, she's probably been in this situation many times before. Sirens wail, and some medics sprint towards us, and attempt to resuscitate May. I pass out from exhaustion, May's lifeless face and broken glasses the last thing I see.

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I wake up to see too sad looking people looking into my eyes. "No... NO!" I scream. "We're so sorry..." And I can tell that they ARE generally sorry. What's worse than having people you know die? Constantly being the one to tell others, that they're gone. I cry. Loud, ugly sobs, and the two women bustle out, not being able to handle it for another time. I don't blame them. I'm reckoning maybe 2-3 days tops before social services turn up. I change out of my hospital gown and check my phone

Nedster

Peter? Where r u?

Everyones w8ing 4 u
MJ's gonna have a heart
attack

Peter r u ok?

Peter talk 2 me!
Delivered, 3 hours ago

I curse. Of course Ned would want to know where I've been I text back a quick I don't wanna talk about it. Read, just now. I exhale, knowing that Ned will just leave me alone for a bit. I head back to the house to try and scavenge a bit of my stuff. A few extra pairs of clothes, my web shooters (which are unharmed thank god) My spider suit and my Starktop, but that is broken. I chuck it away, and stash all the other stuff in my bag before fleeing the scene. I don't know what to do. Eventually, I settle with calling Mr Stark. He thought of me as his son for a while, but when he had Morgan, it went back to just a friendship, and I'll admit that it hurt a bit. "Peter? What's up? sHoUlDn't yOu bE aT sChOoL?" I chuckle sadly. He still had the protectiveness. "Do you mind if I come to the tower, Tony?" A hesitation. "Of course I don't mind, I'll see you here" I hang up. That was a little cold. Even though he had always asked me to call him Tony, this was the first time I'd ever said it instead of Mr Stark. And I could almost feel the pinch of sadness over the phone. But I can move on, I mean, I know my bio father's alive...