Welcome to the start of this Spider-man story. Or is it an Avengers story?

Anyway, I'd like to thank those who read for doing so. And I hope some of you leave some reviews. No flames please. Just tell me where I could improve, so I can work on that. Tell me what you think, in PG rating of course. Maybe PG-13, but stay away from the raunchy stuff, Nobody wants to read something filled with profanity.

He he, watch your profanity.

...Sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, there would be more angst and romance between unlikely characters. And I'd make Iron Man wear a pink suit, just because I could.

Chapter One: A Widow's Night, A Parker's Morn

Natasha Romanoff stared out at the sundown in melancholic silence.

Not that anyone could tell it was a sorrowful silence. To everyone else, she seemed deceptively relaxed. Being able to fool most people was a skill she was grateful she had. It was times like these that she needed peace most.

Her fiery hair flowed behind her loosely in the wind. The gentle breeze nipping at her face with butterfly kisses. The world around her was loud and obnoxious. People going about their days happily, made her nauseous and angry.

How could all these people have such easy lives. How can they go around ignoring all the pain people like her suffer through.

She lives a painful existence. Had since she was a young girl.

Natasha has long since accepted the fact that she would be the one getting the short end of every stick. But she endures for the sake of all the ignorant people in the world. So they can live those easy lives. So his life was easy.

She often wished she could live a normal life. Where she has a family to wake up to. Where her kid - just one because that is all she needs - calls her mom and goes to her for comfort. Where she grows old watching her son or daughter eventually have their own family.

She wants grandkids to spoil too, dammit.

She had the chance after she escaped the Red Room. A chance to be free and normal. But, she gave all that up when she sent him away.

Natasha often wonders how he has grown up. Her son, who she loves with all her heart, won't know who his mother is. His real mother. Will he grow up with the support needed from a mother? Will he turn out a good man? Those are questions she has no answers for.

Even she doesn't know where he is. She lost track of him after he entered the system. When she joined Shield, she took every opportunity to look for him. Searching every database of every government.

They had parted ways in Russia, from there he was sent to Japan for two years before being shipped around Europe. His name was changed with every country he ended up in.

She had named him Petrovich Natanov Romanov. And the last time she saw him, he was just a babe. His baby blues turning her green. And his hair a reddish-brown.

Natasha remembers that day every night. His stricken face covered in tears, still haunts her dreams. The necklace she gave him dangling from its' tied position on his wrist. A black widow pendant, how fitting.

Determined to find him, she followed every lead. She searched every country he was ever in. Always finding out she was too late and he'd already been moved.

In Japan, he lived in an upscale apartment of a Tokyo modelling couple. His name then was Kuroi Mibōjin [1] They gave him away after too many late nights that affected their work.

In Scotland, he was named Nathaniel Bates. He was under the care of a middle aged woman who lived in the suburbs. She died of a heart attack after 5 months.

From there, he was sent to Spain. Where, for a year, he was named Pierce Romero and lived in the foothills of Granada. An aspiring artist had found him in an alleyway and took him in. After 9 months, the artist died in a studio fire, the report stating Pierce received minor burns on his arm.

The list went on. Everytime he made it to a new place, he lost them. The last place she could find a lead on was in Paris, France. He was sent to an orphanage and stayed their until and international couple adopted him at seven years old.

After that, she couldn't find a single thing on him. And time went on. Between doing missions with Clint and the agency, she lost the time to continue her search. With the things adding up, she barely had any time to herself.

And then the world changed. With superheroes coming back to life and billionaires flying around in metal suits. Heroes and villains emerging from the unknown, Shield became overworked and their forces spread thin.

Then gods fought on earth and the sky opened up, for aliens to come out in an invading party. Becoming a hero was never an option for her. How could she stand in the spot-tight, when her entire past was filled with darkness.

Now, she sits atop the Avengers tower and watches the sun go below the skyline. It was only weeks after Tony had faced off against Extremis soldiers and all of his suits blown to pieces.

New York was still tense though. After having aliens attack and the usual crime, A new hero emerged. And with him, came a foiled apocalypse. Dr. Curt Connors had thought to change the city into the same reptilian beings as him. The city watched in terror as he had rampaged through the streets. Watched as he started to prepare the change.

As they watched the lizard, they also watched another. A hometown hero who was fighting for them, even though he was heavily injured.

All the Avengers were out of the city during the attack. Natasha had been on the helicarrier with Clint at the time. They were too far away to make a difference.

So, all they could do was watch the live footage. She watched as Spider-man was taken down by police, only for him to incapacitate every one of them. The police chief, Cpt. Stacy, the only one still standing.

They all watched the screen as they stared each other down. Even though the vigilante was unmasked, the camera couldn't get a shot of his face. Stacy must have changed his mind when he let him go, only to be shot by a trigger happy officer.

Natasha wondered how Spider-man could still walk after a shot to the thigh. It must of been painful, yet he put it behind him for the people.

The fight on top of the Oscorp building was hectic. When the antenna came crashing down, the footage lost sight of the hero. It was only later, when he was found next to the body of Captain Stacy, them he disappeared for good.

As the sun finally went down and night came upon her, she watched the city light up. Idly, she wondered if someone was going to cook or it was takeout.

All the avengers had moved into the tower. Each with their own floors, because it was Tony Stark who built the damn thing. She didn't think she would need an entire floor to herself. Half of it was empty. She didn't have a lot of material things. Everything she had of importance was usually kept on her person. Which wasn't much, considering it was only a matching necklace to the one she gave her son, and a photo of the two of them.

That was all she had of him. All she had of the most important person to her. Just thinking about it made her even sadder.

A depressed sigh escaped her lips and she was glad no one was around. The single tear that fell from her eye was all the reason she needed stay alone today.

Why today you ask?

Well, that is because today was the day her son was born. May 3rd, 2000. [2]

It has been thirteen long years since she has seen him. She would do anything for just a glimpse of him. To see him smile, and to hear his laugh.

His laugh is something she often wonders about. What does it sound like? Do his and her laugh sound similar? Does he smile the same?

"Where are you Petrov?" she asks into the night. Not expecting a reply.

Never expecting a reply.

She'd given up hoping a long time ago. Now, all she can do is wait and see. Though it feels like that is all she is doing.

Waiting for the truth the come. Waiting for him to be revealed.

She hasn't left out the possibility of him being an enemy. That thought still has her lost. What would she do if she had to fight him? Could she fall back on her training and ignore it, or would she join him?

Sometimes she just doesn't know. Only time will tell.

He was dreaming about her again. The redheaded woman with the same eyes as him.

Her face always seemed blurry to him. And for the life of him, he couldn't remember her appearance after waking up. But one thing always stood out. During the dreams, she would be looking down at him, a loving smile on her lips. Her eyes filled with tears that rolled down her cheeks.

She would say something to him, but it was muffled to his ears. He had learned to read lips soon after the dreams started. Which was sometime after his ninth birthday. HIs parents had just left him with his aunt and uncle, just before they died.

The dreams had been an escape from reality back then. When he didn't have to deal with his parents deaths. They helped him get past the trauma and grief.

He never told anyone of the dreams. What would they think of him? Dreaming of some woman he doesn't even know.

It was just one of the many things that were odd about him. Like how he could speak four other languages besides English. Or how he had a burn mark on his back shoulder. From a fire he doesn't remember.

One thing has always been certain in his life though. And that was the metallic necklace that tay upon his chest.

He doesn't remember ever getting it, just that it had always been there. A constant soothing presence only he could feel.

Peter does know, that the woman in his dreams has one exactly like it. She would always show him it after talking to him. The words she would say mostly the same.

Mother loves you, Petrov. She would say. Her nimble fingers dancing over his cheeks, A featherlight touch, as if not to break him.

She would shower him in love and affection. Most of the time, this was when the dreams would end.

With him having too many questions and not getting any answers.

I will protect you Petrov. She would say, standing in front of him as unknown people attacked her. Her Russian, a deadly purr as she danced between the attackers.

Do not worry, Mother is here. The woman was bleeding from her lip and cheek. A swollen eye starting to form, And she winced against his light touch.

I will find you again Petrov. She showed all her emotions to him. Whether it was happiness or sadness. Even in pain, she didn't hide anything from him.

Petrov.

...Petrov.

…..Petrov!

"Peter!" a yell woke him from his slumber. "Get up, it's time for school."

The young man under the covers groaned and struggled to wake himself up. His aunt had just screamed at him and it wouldn't do to anger her. She was scary sometimes.

He lifted himself up and stumbled to the bathroom. Tripping over a shirt on the floor, he silently cursed. Being Spider-man really sucked on his need for sleep.

Spider-man was out until three a.m. last night patrolling the streets. Only four hours of sleep was going to cost him later, he knew it.

Good thing it was a friday, otherwise he wouldn't make it to the end of the school day.

He felt the cool morning breeze against his bare chest and shivered lightly. It seemed that it was going to be a cold day. He made a mental note to wear a hoodie, as he walked into the bathroom.

Going through his usual morning routine, Peter took the time to study himself in the mirror.

It has to be said that he doesn't look like Richard or Mary Parker. His green eyes a complete opposite of both their brown ones. Only his reddish-brown hair gave him any resemblance to them. That and his intellect.

Peter was smart.

No, it is not arrogance. Just a factual mental statement.

There is a difference.

Peter had always been lean. His muscles meant for quick movements and graceful steps. He was normally graceful, just was sometimes clumsy as well.

Okay, so he had been pretty clumsy at one time. It's just that now he wasn't. Now, he had the grace of a dancer in every movement. But, that is because he took dance lessons, once upon a time.

Dancing was something that had come easily to him. He was a natural dancer. It seemed like he was born for dancing.

And science, but that is a whole other story he'd rather not get into. Thinking about himself is exhausting, who can think about themselves this long?

Narcissists maybe, but who else could do this for so long.

He scoffed and shook his head, spitting the toothpaste into the sink. The spider necklace bouncing softly off his chest. He ran a finger over the shape of it.

Peter could draw the thing from memory with how many times he has stared at it. Its' metal casing, protecting the dark jewel in the middle,

It was shaped as a Black Widow spider. He knew, because he looked it up.

"Peter, hurry up!" Aunt May yelled to him. "It's 7:15, you're going to be late!"

"Ah, shit-" he cursed. Stumbling out the door.

"I heard that!" he rolled his eyes. "And don't roll your eyes mister."

He stopped in awe, how did she know that? She was in a totally different room than him.

"Because i'm your aunt, that's how!"

Peter snorted, before muttering under his breath, "Who's the one with super powers again?"

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" he shook his head and got dressed. Before long he was fully clothed and making his way to the kitchen. His aunt was sitting at the table. He grabbed a piece of toast from the counter and got a glass of water.

"I have an extra shift tonight," she started."so you're gonna have to order out kiddo."

He raised an eyebrow and nodded, "I'll probably go to Gwen's after school anyways."

She peered at him curiously, "Gwen, huh?"

"Y-yeah, what about it?" he stuttered. Wondering why she was suddenly interested.

"Nothing, nothing," she smiled innocently at him.

He rolled his eyes before grabbing his backpack from the chair and kissing her cheek. "Goodbye."

She smiled, "See ya later."

Peter made his way out the door and down the step of the apartment building. They were on the fifth floor and walking was easier.

He left his home in a good mood. Too bad that it would be the last time he did so again for a long time.

[1] Kuroi Mibōjin means Black Widow in Japanese

[2] So, I don't know when Peter Parker's actual birthday is, if anyone knows, tell me?