A fic in which Peter hasn't yet revealed his identity to the Avengers- but the moment he takes off his mask, everyone loses their collective shit. AKA, Peter looks like a model sculptured by the Heavens themselves and everyone falls head over heels in love with their pretty little spider. ------- Not my story, belongs...
After May dies in a car crash on her way home, Peter tries to text Ned. But PLOT TWIST! He didn't enter the number quite right... Now Peter must try to continue being Spider-man without tipping off his new foster family. Civil and Infinity wars didn't happen, Homecoming didn't happen, y'all know the drill. I don't own...