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After the death of his aunt and uncle, the last family he had, Peter Parker was left with nothing but his mind for company as he was thrown out into the rough streets of NYC to fend for himself.
And then he became Spider-Man. It made homelessness both a million times easier, and a million times harder. At least he had something to do all day to keep his mind off of his crippling self loathing, but now he was also being hunted by the Avengers, the most powerful people in probably the whole of America, who considered him a menace, a danger to the city.
So much for saving people's lives and risking his own every day for over a year, he supposed. Oh well, at least he tried.
Or,
Homeless Peter who also has a shit ton of trauma and mental illness because no one can tell me what to do >:)
Also a lot of the characters might be a bit or a lot OOC, just because I am only halfway through the process of watching all 36 Marvel movies (as well as having read a shit ton of fanfiction) so sorry about that!
The timeline is completely fucked up, so don't even bother trying to discern it.
Hope you enjoy!
14 year old Peter Parker's had nothing but bad luck, he's been homeless for 6 years. But things start to look up when he gets a wrong number text.
The descriptions bad, but please give the story a chance. :)
I don't own any of the characters, just my writing!