MHA : Rabbit & Spider

"Peter. Benjamin. Parker.

Full name? That wasn't good.

"May, lo-" The younger Parker started before being cut off with a wave of his aunt's hand.

"No, this is where you listen!" The woman yelled, anger clearly displayed on her face. Peter flinched, he's never seen his aunt so angry before.

It was absolutely terrifying.

Alright, let's recap one last time.

Peter Parker, a teenager from Queens, now living in Japan, just had his 2-month-old vigilante career come crashing down in flames at the hands of a blonde wall of muscles and a scarf-wearing hobo. That's the simple part.

During his time in a jail cell, he'd become friends with a rabbit girl who used to do underground illegal quirk fight clubs like him and also got offered the chance to sweep all his charges under the rug on the condition he went to UA, the best hero school in the country.

Which seemed incredibly stupid since he was gonna do that anyway, if he got caught or not but he wasn't in a spot to complain.

So there he was, sitting in his humble American styled apartment in Shizuoka prefecture, wearing an ankle monitor that made it so he'd get arrested if he stepped 30 feet from his house.

But whatever, he could deal with house arrest and probation for 10 months and online school, he's dealt with worse things than that.

Things like drug deals, knife and bullet wounds, having to hide his identity from both heroes and police for like 4 months and also getting punched by All Might himself.

But there was one thing he couldn't deal with.

One thing no sort of crazy spider-powers or vigilante experience could help him deal with.

An angry May Parker.

It was 9 PM now, the police had escorted him from the station to his apartment, put the monitor on him, made May sign a bunch of random things he wasn't paying attention to, and left them alone. A small part of him wished they stayed so he wouldn't have to go through what was happening alone.

Cause May had been downright furious from the second she got the call about her nephew, the last blood relative she had, getting arrested due to vigilantism. Somehow she managed to hold off on her anger until they got home, Peter wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

The second they got home, she had him sit on the couch, not bothering to make him change out of his burned clothes or even take a look at the black eye he had, to have a talk right there and then. The woman in front of him sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Would you care to explain to me why I had to come pick up my nephew from a police station after he got arrested on the charges of illegal quirk usage? I-" She cut herself off and took a deep breath before continuing. "Do you even know how I felt when I got that call?"

Ouch, now he was feeling bad!

"May, look… I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to find out this wa-"

"How was I supposed to find out, then? Was I supposed to find out by identifying your body at the morgue? Is that it?" She asked, eyes narrowed at her nephew. Peter could see the frustration in her eyes, and he couldn't help but feel bad about being the main cause of that frustration.

If you ever asked Peter who his favorite people in the world was, he would say his aunt and uncle without letting you finish that sentence. She and Ben were the ones who cared for him after his parents died. They were the ones who raised him to be who he was today.

At the end of the day, May was like a mother to him, and he was like a son to her.

So seeing how much trouble he had brought to the woman in front of him made a part of him wish he had never taken up that stupid burnt mask.

"What? No! Nothing like that was going to happen! I've never even come close to d-"

"Don't. Don't finish that sentence." She said firmly, hand raised with finality. Peter could do nothing but do what she said.

She sighed and looked away, Peter saw how her eyes landed on an old photo from a trip to the park when he was 6. They were all smiling brightly at the camera.

Ben's smile was the brightest of them all.

The woman looked back, taking off her glasses. "And what if you did, Peter? God, I should've known you'd do this after the fighting ring!" Her dry chuckle echoed across the silent home, Peter squirmed under her gaze.

"I mean, how stupid must I have been to not realize? The bags under your eyes, those calls from when you skipped school, the bloody bandages you sometimes forgot to throw away? It was obvious from the start!" May said, mostly to herself in a way to make it all make more sense.

"You knew?" The boy blurted out, the words leaving his mouth didn't register to him before his aunt responded.

"Of course I knew! How couldn't I have known? There were nights where I could hear you coming in through the window at 4 in the morning!. Sometimes I saw a glimpse of you limping over to the bathroom to clean blood-covered wounds, Peter. I saw your scars ."

Peter couldn't even respond, his mouth felt dry and his leg bounced anxiously.

"Knowing how they happened under my nose make me sick, Peter. Where did they come from? Knives? Guns? There was one on your lower back that looked like it came from a damn grenade ."

He remembered that one, he remembered like it was yesterday.

Some random Yakuza drug deal he happened upon, selling drugs and illegal gun parts. He had just dropped into it and started fighting, some guy let off a grenade from behind him at around the end of the fight. Peter had to limp home, he couldn't even swing. Somehow he held back his pained screams in an effort to now wake May up that night.

But from where he was, he saw that he wasn't successful.

"It turned out fine, I'm still here!" That was the last of his small defenses against the woman, from the loom she gave him it was clear it didn't work out.

"You shouldn't have been in those types of situations in the first place! I was glad when you're quirk randomly showed up that day, but I didn't know it'd turn into this!"

Peter couldn't find words. Hell, he couldn't even look at his aunt in the eye at that moment. May saw this and decided to continue.

"Why?" She said quietly, sadness in her voice.

That word hung in the air for what felt like hours. Peter felt like he couldn't breathe, it felt like his guilt filled his lungs and blocked out any air. He finally looked up and met the older Parker's gaze.

She looked right back at him with hurt eyes.

"Why would you do this? Why would you put your life at risk like this?" Those words come out as nothing more than whispers, but Peter felt like they were the loudest things he'd ever heard.

"I had t-" He started before being cut off once again.

"Peter, you're 14! You have your whole life ahead of yo-"

Peter shot up from out of his seat on the couch, and looked straight into his aunt's eyes.

"If I didn't do this, then who will?!" He didn't mean to yell, he wasn't even angry but he was still filled with emotions that were starting to explode out of him.

"The heroes! The police! People whose job is to help others!" May stood up as well, her being 5'7 made Peter look up to her.

"Where were they when Be-"

"Don't say his name! This isn't about him!"

Peter didn't know why, but when he heard that sentence. When he heard that string of words.

Peter didn't know why but all his built-up guilt and frustration came out of him like a flood.

"I did it for him, alright?! If it wasn't for me he would still be here! He died in my arms, May! The last thing he told me was that with the power I have, comes a responsibility!" He meant to yell that time, the look in May's eyes made him want to just sit down and shut up.

But no, he wasn't done yet.

"If there's people out there who need someone to help them, I have to be there! Cause when you can do things like me, but you don't and then people get hurt, then that's on you . Ben's gone cause I did what I can do for myself, I have to make it right!"

Tears were building up in his eyes now, May's eyes were no different.

"I ca-"

The woman took the boy by the shoulders, her grip was one of iron. It felt like she would never let him go.

"I can't lose you, too! Cause if you die out there, I don't know what I'll do! You're all I have left, Peter. I just can't lose you like I lost him." She hugged him tightly, her hand on the back of his head as he stood there looking at the wall with misty eyes.

Those words hit Peter like a truck, his cheeks felt wet and his throat felt like it was closing up. He could only hug the woman back as he cried into her shoulder.

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