Hello and welcome! This is my second fanfiction and first Spider-man fanfic. As it said in the plot summary, it's a mix of all of the versions of Spider-man that I have seen plus my own spin on the characters. The length of the chapters will probably range from 1,000 to 3,000 words. Please tell me if you want any shorter on longer chapters and I'll do my best. Apologies, by the way, for any spelling mistakes. I am English so some things are spelt differently (i.e. grey = gray).

Update: I have got a lot of hate for this story, so if you want to review, keep it polite and constructive. Also, this is a PETER PARKER X OC FANFIC. Please don't read it if you ship Peter with Gwen or Mary Jane!

To anyone who isn't going to hate, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Spider-man world or the Marvel universe. I only own my OCs.

Chapter 1: Meeting Ava Livingston

Peter walked to the steps of Midtown High as he did every other morning. The sun was shining, teenagers were chatting and the constant sound of cars whizzing by made him feel safe. Of course, there were plenty of reasons for Peter Parker to not be secure at Midtown, the first being the confident jock Flash Thompson, who gained pleasure from giving others hell. Another being Thompson's friends, who enjoyed tagging along when he decided to ridicule the less popular of Midtown High's population.

What Peter did not expect when walking through the main doors of the institute was a stunning girl with dark blonde hair and stormy grey eyes being led around by the principal. She glanced at him before realizing he was watching and staring at the floor. Peter flushed slightly, hoping he wasn't being perceived by the girl as creepy due to his obvious staring. He turned and, fortunately, was greeted by the sight of his best friends, Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn. They grinned at him as he approached.

"Hey, Pete. How was your weekend?" Harry asked, running a pale hand through his reddish brown hair.

"It was... Uneventful," Peter lied as he thought of the rapid crime fighting he had done over the two days.

"It couldn't have been as bad as mine! I had to have dinner my Dad and some of his business associates, which basically meant disgusting cuisine and a continuous conversation about profits," Harry complained, "What did you do, Gwen?"

"Homework mainly. My cousin's birthday was on Saturday, so I had to go, but, that aside, I didn't do much," Gwen admitted.

Before either of the boys could respond, they heard a booming voice from the end of the hallway.

"Well if it isn't Puny Parker!" Flash laughed.

"Oh, great," Peter muttered.

Thompson shoved him into the wall of lockers. Harry bit his lip but said nothing.

"Get off him, Flash," Gwen growled.

"Why should I, pipsqueak?" came a mocking reply.

"Because the principal just turned the corner," she replied simply.

The bully immediately recoiled and Peter keeled over. After searching both ends if the hallway and realizing the trick, Flash snarled.

"This isn't over!" he warned, before storming off with his posse quick on his tail.

Harry, Gwen and Peter shared a snicker at the blonde's stupidity before making their way to class. As the English teacher, Mr Blackwell, was taking the register, the principal entered, the girl from that morning standing behind him.

"Good morning class, Mr Blackwell. This is Ava Livingston, she just moved here from Washington DC," the principal announced.

"Nice to meet you, my dear," Mr Blackwell greeted, shaking her hand, "There's a seat available over there, next to Liz, if you'd like."

Liz Allan waved excitedly and Ava hurried over, her flawless cheeks tinged pink from embarrassment. Peter, who sat quite close to the popular girl, eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Hi, I'm Liz Allan!"

"Ava Livingston," the new girl whispered.

"I have some friends you could sit with at lunch if you'd like," Liz offered, flipping her light blonde hair away from her face.

"Actually, I-"

"Great! It's settled then," Liz smiled.

Ava couldn't say another word as Allan immediately began concentrating on taking notes. The new girl sighed and did the same. After class, the two girls compared timetables and Liz pouted when she realized they didn't share the next class, or indeed one at all until right before lunch. The popular girl left in a rush to attend her next class, and meet up with Flash, her boyfriend, leaving Ava looking desperately lost.

Peter took this opportunity to approach, or would have if Harry hadn't blocked his path.

"Hey, Pete, where are you going? Chemistry's this way," he chuckled.

"I know, I was just..." Peter replied before seeing the new girl walk off with someone else, "Never mind."

By lunch, Peter had yet to see the girl again. He grabbed his homemade lunch and seated himself at a table, alone. Harry was late and Gwen was at a club. As he unwrapped his sandwich, he spotted Ava enter, looking highly uncomfortable as she was flocked by a clique of popular kids, Liz at her side. They sat down at a large round table and began gossiping and chatting.

Ava continued to look desperate until she was finally able to make her escape, excusing her to the bathroom. Liz offered to go with her but the new girl made it painfully obvious that she wanted to be alone. Peter watched her leave before turning his attention at his approaching friend.

"Peter! Hey, where's Gwen?" Harry frowned.

"At science club, I'm guessing," Peter murmured.

"Right. Why don't you go to that again?" Harry questioned.

"I don't know... Clubs aren't really my thing. Maybe I'll give it a try," Parker sighed.

"There's a photography club as well, you know," Harry added. Peter merely nodded to this, "Ok, what's going on?"

"What?"

"You have been out of it since first thing this morning," his best friend accused.

"Have I?" Peter responded vaguely, slowly munching on his lunch.

"What is going on with you, dude?" Harry laughed.

"Ok, don't tell anyone but, well, have you seen that new girl, Ava Livingston?"

"... Oh," Harry smirked.

"Actually, never mind," Peter refused quickly.

"No, no. It's ok. You like Livingston? Wow, aiming a bit high there, Parker," Harry chuckled as Peter glowered.

"I don't know, it's stupid. She's hanging out with Liz Allan now anyway, so I don't stand a chance," Peter huffed.

"Oh, speak of the devil. Why the hell is Miss Allan marching her way over here?"

Peter turned to see that Harry was right. Liz Allan was torpedoing her way across the cafeteria with a furious expression, alone.

"Parker, what did you do?" she seethed.

"What?!"

"Ava asks about you and suddenly I get a text that she's," the popular girl said before lowering her voice to a mere whisper, "at a science club."

Peter's eyes widened at this.

"How would I have anything to do with that? I haven't even spoken to her!" he denied honestly.

"I certainly didn't tell her about it!" Liz snapped.

"Well you did spend two classes away from each other," Harry reasoned. Both Liz and Peter glared at him, causing him to continue eating in silence.

"Harry's right, though. Anyone in those lessons could've convinced her, or maybe she just likes it," Peter suggested.

"That's impossible. No one like her would ever want to do something like that," Liz snorted.

"Um, Gwen Stacy?"

Liz narrowed her eyes and swivelled around, returning to her own table. Harry glimpsed at Peter expectantly and after a few moments, the teenager complied.

"I think I'm going to go and check on Gwen," he announced, making Harry chuckle again.

"Whatever you say, Parker."

Peter grinned and stood up, dumping his leftovers in the garbage can and darting into the hallway. When he finally reached the science labs, the teacher greeted him enthusiastically, rambling on about how great an opportunity it was for him. Peter listened patiently, and, when the teacher was finished, hurried over to Gwen.

"Hey, Gwen, have you met the new girl yet?" he queried.

"You mean Ava? Yeah! She's really nice, but kind of shy. I don't know why Liz Allan has taken in an interest in her," Gwen ranted.

"Gwen, where are the Bunsens?" Ava asked, walking over with a clipboard in her hand.

"In the cupboard on the left," Gwen answered. Peter gestured to Ava, who had yet to notice him, and silently motioned to Gwen, "Oh! Ava Livingston, this is Peter Parker. Peter, Ava."

Finally looking up, Ava turned her wide, steel-grey eyes to the boy and smiled shyly. She reached out a shaky hand, which he took gently.

"Hi. Gwen told me about you in Physics," she mumbled, her cheeks burning.

"Hey," Peter greeted, his face equally as red.

"Pete, do you mind helping us with this project?" Gwen interrupted, sensing the awkwardness, "It's pretty simple but if you want to join the club, it's a good introduction."

"Sure," Peter agreed, sighing with relief.

At the end of lunch, Ava and Peter had barely spoke, mainly conversing with Gwen and blushing at the mention of the other's name.

"So, Pete. If you're joining clubs now, are you also planning to join photography club. I heard they've wanted you since you bought a camera," Gwen sung invitingly.

"I might, but I don't know. I only really came here because-"

"I know why you're here, Peter," Gwen sighed.

"Do you think she likes me?" Peter questioned hopefully.

"She's shy. It's hard to tell, but I think you've definitely got a chance," she assured.

After the school day ended, Peter and Gwen headed to the bus, waving goodbye to Harry. They caught sight of Ava politely declining an invite to hang out at a local café with Liz and made their way over as the popular group dissipated.

"Hey, Ava! Are you taking the bus?" Gwen enquired.

"No, I live quite close. I was planning to walk," Ava replied, ruffling her dark golden locks as she shook her head.

"Near the subway station," Ava directed vaguely, "I live with my grandmother and dog."

"Where're your parents?" Gwen interrogated.

Ava was suddenly considerably silent. Her head dropped and her pacing slowed. Her eyes became stormy and she gripped her bag slightly tighter.

"I'm pretty sure this is your stop," she muttered.

Only then did Gwen and Peter notice that right in front of them was the bus stop. Ava rushed past them and around a corner. Gwen groaned.

"I... Shouldn't have asked."

"Probably not," Peter murmured.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Pete," Gwen said sarcastically.

"I wonder what happened to her parents, though," Peter whispered.

"Grandma! I'm home," Ava called into the quiet apartment.

Ichigo, the Maltese dog, bounded up to her with a wagging tail. Her soft white fur and contrasting black eyes and nose made her, in Ava's opinion, the cutest dog in the world.

"Ava, my dear! I'm in here," Ava heard a weak voice reply.

"Hey Grandma," she breathed as she hugged the older woman.

"How was school? I want to hear all about it. Did you make any new friends?"

"Well, a girl named Liz offered to let me sit with her at lunch. She's very popular but doesn't seem particularly thoughtful. I spent a bit of lunch with her and her friends before I went to the science club with a girl named Gwen. She's nice and incredibly smart. She has a friend named Peter, but he could equally be her boyfriend. I didn't ask," Ava explained, "Liz invited me to hang out after school, but I walked home with Peter and Gwen instead. They took the bus."

"Sounds exciting! Honey, I just want you to know that I am so proud of you, moving from Washington by yourself and getting started with your school with practically no help. I'm sorry I haven't been able to aid you much," Mrs Livingston apologized.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry that I had to invade on your life like this."

"Nonsense. It's better I have you here than know that you're with that aunt of yours. I never much liked your mother's side of the family and after she left," Ava's grandmother said under her breath.

Dampened by the mention of her mother, who had abandoned her two years after she was born, Ava excused herself and started on her homework, hoping to finish it before cooking dinner. She looked around the small, delicate living room. Most of the furniture had faint floral patterns on them and the table she sat at was small and oak. The curtains let in most of the light, but there was a fancy-looking yellow lamp in the corner, as well as a small, cheap chandelier above Ava's head.

After finishing her homework, Ava cooked a meal of chicken and rice, calling to her grandmother who wheeled in and ate with her. When they were finished, Ava took the plates and washed them before eventually falling asleep in the small room that had previously been a guest room. She didn't mind living with her grandmother and she loved New York, but she did miss the stable life she had had with her dad in Washington DC. She supposed there wasn't much she could do about it now, after what had happened to her father.

I hope you enjoyed! If you did, please follow and favorite. If you didn't, please review and tell me why or what I could improve on. If you also like the Avengers and are interested in a Tony Stark x OC story, please check out my other story: Siren's Song.