Hello everyone! Here is a fresh new story for you all. This idea had been kind of bouncing around in my head while I was writing "A Little Hiccup" but I refused to start writing it until that one was finished. This is going to be part of a series of connected short stories. This plot is a little more dark, and it's an MCU Spiderman AU.

Other warnings you should note is that this is an abusive Aunt May story. Yes I know another unoriginal plot idea, but like my other story I'm hoping to add my own twists and make the plot a little more original. It's going to focus more on verbal and emotional abuse rather then physical abuse,

I'm happy to say that I have no personal experience with verbal abuse. This does make it more difficult for me to describe it realistically however, and I want to be respectful to those who have experienced it in their life. My deepest sympathies go out to anyone who's grown up with an adult verbally abusing them. I am aware of the effects it has. So if the verbal abuse shown in the story is not too detailed, this is why.

Chapter 1

New York City was a bustle of busyness. 24 hours a day, seven days a week it was like that. There was never a moment of silence in the city. During the day everyone was rushing around to wherever they needed to go, and during the night crime usually happened. You could think that nighttime was when it was quietest in New York, but despite there being less people running around, nighttime was when sirens were blaring, and alarms going off constantly. Those that live in the big city have to condition themselves to sleep through the noise, or have good sound proof insulation in the walls.

Since it was only 9:00 in the evening, the streets were still fairly busy with people heading home and doing last minutes errands. Unseen by all who were milling about the city that evening, was a lone figure that sat perched on top of one of New York's many tall buildings. Fourteen year old Peter Parker stared down at the busy street below him, eyes scanning for any type of trouble he could help with. Clad in only a cheap costume that he made himself, so he could keep a secret identity while out fighting crime. The costume pretty much consisted of a matching blue pajama pants and a shirt, with a sleeveless red hoodie that had a black spider and web on the front of it. His face was covered by a full facial covering red beanie, and goggles.

He referred to himself as Spiderman, but unfortunately that name wasn't really catching on in the public. It was rare for him to be seen long enough to get a decent picture or video of him, but the few lucky people that managed it and posted online, always referred to him as, the spider dude, spider guy, freaky wall crawler, or web slinger. The teen had made some half hearted attempts to get the name Spiderman going by commenting on Youtube videos and pictures posted and using the name Spiderman but so far it still hasn't caught on.

One could ask why he would be given names like that? Well it's quite a long story, but he short of it is that just a few months ago he was bit by a spider. There must have been something special about the spider because after a single night of being sick as dog he suddenly had strange powers that included sticking to walls, an ESP for danger that he started calling 'Spider Sense', and dialed up senses. After realizing what he could do with the powers, he ran with the spider thing and created his own web fluid, that gave him the ability to swing around Queens and be a Superhero like Ironman. Not that he could ever compare himself to such a man, but he always did the best that he could.

Peter glanced down at the watch he wore on his wrist, to check what time it was. It was about ten minutes after 9pm; his aunt was most likely already aware of his late absents and probably pissed at him. The later he stayed out at this point, the more mad she was going to get, so the boy figured that it was about time to head back home. The teen stood up from his crouched position feeling a bit disappointed. He wouldn't exactly call it a wasted evening, as he had been somewhat helpful to the community. He had saved a cat that had gotten stuck up on a telephone pole, and a couple of kids from getting hit by a truck after they ran into the road without looking. But most times he went out to be Spiderman, he would at least stop a convenience store holdup, or stop a car from rolling during an accident. He tried to give himself some slack as it was a school night he couldn't stay out as late as he did on weekends.

On weekends he could get away with staying out until 2am, and sometimes later. Weekends were when his aunt took evening shifts at her job, and wasn't aware of how late he stayed out. On weeknights however he had to try and make it home by 7pm to be on time for dinner. He was sometimes able to go back out again after his aunt went to bed, but with school the next day he couldn't stay out too late or he'd fall asleep in class and end up getting in even more trouble. There was plenty of times like tonight though, where he lost track of time and never even made it home for dinner.

With a sigh Peter pressed the button on his right hand web shooter he invented during his shop class. A long thick strand of web fluid shot through the air and attached to the building next to him. Without the slightest hesitance the boy jumped from the building while holding tightly to the strand of web, and quickly swung towards the building, the end of the web was attached to. When he was just feet away from splatting head first into the bricks he reached out and fired another web at another nearby building which redirected him away from the looming pain he surely would have felt if he had actually hit the building. The teen continued this system until he made it back to the apartment building he lived in with his Aunt May. He hid behind the apartments dumpsters to change out of his Spiderman suit, and into normal clothes again. One of the perks of doing this so late at night was the darkness that concealed him from nosy eyes.

After he was back in the clothes that he went to school in, he walked into the building and made his way up to the seventh floor. He kind of went back and forth on when he took the elevator and when he took the stairs. For a normal teen it was most logical to take the elevator up, as seven floors of staircases would leave the most active athlete a little bit winded. Before the spider bite he was a fairly weak and sickly kid that made taking the stairs almost impossible. There was a time when the elevator was broken and he had to take breaks in between floors, which doubled the time it took one normally would take to climb up seven flights of steps. After the bite however; much of that went away. He could now run up all those flights and barely break a sweat. So he usually took the elevator when he was feeling particularly lazy or tired, or there were just too many witnesses that would wonder why he was choosing to climb up seven flights of steps.

The teen mentally braced himself as he approached the door to his apartment. Not only was he surly in for a scolding, but with his heightened senses, the odor that fumed through the apartment was almost a slap in the face every time he walked in. He knew that his aunt would be furious with him, and the moment he stepped inside she wound pounce on him like a preying lion. Guess it's better to just get it over with, Peter thought to himself as he unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.

His nose was immediately assaulted with the normal stench of the apartment. A mixture of cheap cigarettes, stale alcohol, and the must of uncleanliness. Before the spider bite he had managed to condition himself enough towards the smell so that he barely noticed it. But when the dial up happened, there was little he could do to escape the stench that instantly watered his eyes and gave him a headache if left in it too long. Peter barely heard the click of the door latching before the sound of his Aunts voice shrieked in his ear. "Peter Parker! Get in here!"

The sound was coming from the kitchen, and the teen could not stop a sigh from escaping his lips as he made his way over to the kitchen. May's boyfriend Henry cast a glance in Peters direction when the teen passed by the front room. He was a well built man who drank way too much. He was pretty much the reason why their placed always smelled like stale alcohol. The boy did not return his glace, but continued on into the kitchen. When he first stepped into the kitchen May's back was turned to him. She must have heard him approach because she immediately turned around to face him, reaching her index and middle finger up to take the cigarette out of her mouth. "Where the f- have you been?" she spat out with a puff of smoke. The glare she was giving him was one of deepest anger

Of course he couldn't tell her the truth. She probably wouldn't believe him anyways. So he said the first excuse that came to his mind. He had a list of about ten different excuses that he gave to people when he needed to explain why he wasn't were he was supposed to be because of Spiderman. "Sorry May… I was at Ned's house and lost track of time."

"You and I both know that's bullshit!" the woman yelled before taking another inhale of her cancer stick. Honestly Peter didn't know why he even bothered telling her anything at all. She never believed him, even when he told the truth, she always assumed that he was doing the worst. "Probably out getting stoned and it took you this long for the high to come down…"

Peter did not know how to respond to the accusation because he already knew from past experience that there really wasn't any use in trying to convince her of anything else. So he remained silent. As usual May took his silence as confirmation of her accusation and preceded in giving him a disgusted look. "Listen Peter," she began with a fuming sigh. "I do not bust my ass as work everyday, just to have you dick around getting high. I work very hard to get food on the table, and clothes on your ungrateful back, and this is the thanks I get? I would have thought that you would want to get better then your no good parents, but I guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree."

The teen struggled to keep his face a stony blank slate as she started making verbal jabs at the parents he couldn't remember. There was a lot of mystery surrounding his parents, of what they did for living and even their deaths. The official story was that they died in a plane crash. However there weren't even any records of them being passengers on the plane let alone why they were on it in the first place. Peter was very young when it happened and didn't remember anything. His Aunt May always assumed that they were nothing but unemployed drug addicts, but his Uncle Ben always told him that his parents had always been secretive, and he never found out why. May continue to give him a verbal dress down, insulting his parents, his intelligence, and basically making him feel like his only real usefulness in life was to fill a prison cell. That is unless he didn't end up in juvenile hall first. "Your Uncle Ben would be so disappointed if he saw you now. What do you think he would say if he knew what you've been out doing this evening. I have have a mind to- Where do you think your going?" At the mention of his uncle, Peter had heard enough. So he turned around and began walking towards his room. "Get back here young man I'm not through talking to you!"

"Well I'm through listening to you," the boy rudely called back not stopping his stride.

"Don't you cock an attitude with me!" Peter could hear his aunt beginning to follow him. He was already at his bedroom door, and quickly stepped inside. Just as he shut the door with a loud slam he heard a thunk against the wood indicating that May must have thrown something at his direction. She tended to do that a lot, throw an object at him when she knew that there was not a chance in hitting him. When she first started doing that, it scared Peter a lot. I made him wonder how long before she actually hit her target. But as the incidents continued, it became clear that never did intend to actually hit him with anything. Probably because if she ever actually left a mark on him it would lead to awkward questions, so the goal was always to scare him.

With a click he locked his door, and breathed a sigh of relief. He could hear Henry mumble something from where he sat in the front room. Peter couldn't make out what it was he said but May's response to it was loud and clear. "Shut the f- up! I didn't ask for your input!"

Peter blinked away more approaching tears as he stood with his back leaning against the door. He breathed in the clean air of his bedroom; it was a constant battle to keep the rest of the apartment smell out of his room. He always kept his bedroom door shut, which did the most help, and almost always kept the window opened or at least cracked. The only times it was ever fully shut was during bad weather. There were some winter nights he suffered under a mound of blankets because the cold was always better than having your room smell like a hell hole. The rest of his defense was the constant burning of candles and incense when he was in the room. So when the teen finally got control of his emotions, he went over to light the candle that sat on his bedside table.

Next to the candle stood a single frame that contained a fading photograph. It was a picture of a young boy about five or six years old with an older man squatting next to him. Both were smiling and you could see the hints of a playground in the background of the photo. From the picture it was obvious that the boy was a much younger Peter. A stranger looking at the photo would have thought that the man was Peter's father, and in his mind; it was his father. Not his biological father but the only father figure he could remember… his Uncle Ben.

Once the flame of the candle ignited, Peter picked the frame up and held it close to his chest. The threat of incoming tears prickled at his eyes; Aunt May had not always been this way. When his Uncle was still alive she had been a loving, doting mother figure as much as Ben had been a father figure. But when he passed away, everything changed. May lost herself in the grief. She would lock herself in her bedroom for days, not bothering to make sure that Peter got to school or even ate. After a couple weeks, one of Peter's concerned teachers called CPS on them. They could have taken him away from his aunt at that point, and maybe he would have been better off if they had. But they were understanding of the loss we had suffered and the grief we were both going through, so they gave his aunt the chance to pull herself together. Which she did.

She went out and got a job, and started taking care of him again. In the eyes of the world, she was back to being a loving aunt trying to raise her nephew in the harsh reality that is the world they live in. But only Peter knew that things were still different. Yes May did everything she was required of, but there was a lot more griping from May about how much he ate, and how fast he outgrew clothes or got holes in his jeans. It's almost as if raising him had suddenly become a chore and she was no longer hesitant to point this out. Maybe she had always felt that way, it's not like she was even blood related to him. Ben and his father had been brothers, so maybe his aunt only went along with taking him in because his uncle had felt an obligation to his brother.

Whatever the case was, it was very clear by then that he had become a burden to his aunt. He couldn't really blame her for being upset. Here she was suddenly stuck with singlely raising an eight year old boy that she was only related to by law. So he did his best to make things easy for his aunt, and life was bearable. Then Henry came into the picture.

It took a few years for his aunt to start dating again, and Peter was generally happy for her. In his mind, the more she was happy the better off he would be. It's like that old saying that goes something along the lines of 'when moms not happy then everyone is not happy.' It started out with the occasional date from someone she met in a bar or at work, but things never got that serious until she brought Henry home to meet him one evening. He seemed like a nice enough man. Peter did not become aware of how serious their relationship was until the day she said that he was moving in with them. Maybe she did it to help pay bills, Peter never was quite sure. What he was sure of, was that the man's true colors came out after he moved in. He was nothing but a drunken jerk that was very good at subtly belittling May down into thinking that she couldn't live without him. It wasn't until Henry moved in that his aunt suddenly started blaming Peter for everything that was wrong in her life.

"Just shut the f- up ok!" May's voice had risen to a level where Peter no longer needed his enhanced hearing to hear what they were saying. In fact he wouldn't be surprised if half the block could hear what they were yelling about. "I don't want to talk to you anymore!" she screamed again and this was followed by a door slamming.

Peter could not longer stop the tears from falling from his brown eyes. I didn't really matter how many years you've been listening to the constant yelling and screaming; it was impossible to fully get used to it. Being Spiderman made it all the worse, because he felt like he should be stopping it. Like he was not doing his civic duty. But there wasn't really anything that he could do, not without risking his aunt finding out. That could be a disaster, and Peter really didn't want to find out what would happen if May found what he actually did in his spare time. She would either be ecstatic that he wasn't going out doing drugs every night, and his life would become perfect, which was the best case scenario. Or one of the multiple worst case scenarios he's come up with in his mind. These included having her force him to use his powers for the wrong reasons, or becoming so frightened of him that she's send him away to some asylum. Whatever the case was, he was too afraid to find out so it was best to just keep it a secret. The tears continued to fall from the teens eyes, as he laid on the bed still hugging the picture frame in a tight embrace.

In this story, Peter's uncle dies when he's eight years old.

Take note that when I first wrote this, Henry's name was Enrique. I changed it last minute. I think I switched all the names, but if you happen to see the name Enrique it's referring to Henry.

This chapter takes place shortly before Peter first meets Tony Stark. As I said in the note above that this will probably turn into a series. So I'm thinking that this story will take place mostly between Civil War and Spiderman Homecoming. Other stories I have planned for this series will go into the events of Spider Man Homecoming. I'm expecting to trail far away from what actually happens in the movies so I'm not sure if anything will lead into the events of Infinity War. I might just pretend the movie never happened :)

My chapters are going to be shorter in this story, and updates will probably take longer because I want to take my time with the story and make sure I'm portraying the character's the way I want them to be portrayed.