After an incident happened in your home town, you moved to Queens, Manhattan to start a new life where you became fast friends with Peter, MJ, and Ned (you even help with the Spiderman stuff). Sadly, when you left, you didn't have alot of money, so you've been staying in places where CPS wouldn't look.
One day, after finishing your part time work, you decided to text Peter to see if you two will still patrol today, however, the number he gave you wasn't his, but another's number from the Avengers...
Ok Folks...
End game happened, but everyone survived, same with Pietro. Don't like, don't read. Also, Peter is already Natasha's kid.
Also:
You have the Cinnamon Roll
Peter: "Wait, what?"
You have the Best Friends!
MJ & Ned: "Wait, what?"
You have the A-Hole(s)!
Flash: "Wait, what?"
You have the Mama Spider!
Natasha: "Obviously."
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