(Please know that this story takes place a little after Spider-Man homecoming, and is an AU where Tony adopts Peter. THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS)

"Do I really have to go?" Skylar asked. The first she spoke when they pulled into the driveway.

"Oh come on," Trish patted Skylar's shoulder, "it won't be so bad. A new school, a brand-new start." She smiled at her. Trish gratefully took Skylar in after her dear parents ended up dead. They never recalled what exactly happened to them. But their unconscious bodies were both found in the middle of her childhood home. Skylar would never mention her parents to Trish. She never tried to think about them at all. But when Trish tried to talk about the death of Skylar's parents, Skylar would immediately shut down and went back to her bedroom all alone. "Believe me, this will be good for you, now get out and go make some new friends."

A heavy sigh came through Skylar's mouth. "Fine." She dragged herself and her bag out of the car and shut the car door.

"See you later!" Trish gently waved, putting up the window and drove off, leaving Skylar in the middle of the sidewalk. Kids stared at her as she passed wearily through the halls, she was told to meet some (probably) intelligent boy that was supposed to show her around, that was why she was a bit early before class starts.

"Hey." A boy's voice greeted Skylar, making her nearly jump before realizing it was just a student. "Are you Skylar? I'm supposed to show you around. I'm Peter by the way." Peter, spoke.

Peter obtained his own secrets. Like how May ending up tragically dying for one and then ended up being adopted by the Tony Stark was unimaginable. He sure had his reasons to keep it close to himself as possible, to keep himself safe.

Skylar nodded sagely at him. "Okay, nice to meet Peter." She smiled a little at him. "So where do we start?" Skylar asked, genuinely trying to make sure her first impression good enough by meeting a classmate.

Peter nodded with an engaging smile. "Let's go head to your locker first." Leading the way, Peter tried picking up a short conversation. "So, where were you from? Had you still been living in the city before you came here?" Peter asked, just a casual question anyone would ask if they were new.

Skylar gave a small nod. "I've lived in this city my whole life. I lived all over the place, but hopefully I'll settle here for now." She answered grimly. Nevertheless trying to hide the fact that she hopelessly lost her neglectful parents, she was already moving a whole lot before they died.

"Well, here's your locker." Peter declared, "You have your combination, right?" He politely asks her, just as friendly he's been from the start.

Skylar gave another nod as she turns to her locker, desperately trying to get the thing open. "You know, you're the first person to ever smile at me like that before, it's mostly all stares or disgusted looks." She pointed out, having the habit to mention anything she was thinking about in her head.

"Oh, really? Is that… is that a good thing?" Peter carefully asked her, "that locker is a pain to open," he pointed out to her. Skylar ended triumphantly getting the jammed locker open.

"Probably." Skylar shrugged, she didn't try placing her bag in neatly, only to gather the stuff she needs for class.

"Have you... had any friends before?" Peter asked. He felt a little bad for the girl. He experienced himself what it felt like to be lonely. He definitely had Ned, of course. But he knew it felt horrible knowing there was no one to talk to or be laughing with.

"I had a friend when I was little, I don't remember much about them, but at the end, they ended up ditching me to become one of those wicked girls," Skylar replied meekly, carefully shutting her locker.

"Well, I'm certain they were wrong for them to do that. Who wouldn't want to be your friend?" Peter shrugged. He would be friends with her. Only if she wanted to, that is. Then that brilliant idea just popped into his head. "Hey, maybe we can be friends if you want." The boy gently suggested with a pleasant smile.

Skylar froze a little before she replied. "I- Um, are you… sure?" She was skeptical, she was never asked this question before in a extremely long time, maybe this was some prank. But she doubts it because Peter constantly had that innocent smile since the very few seconds that they've met, and that was a couple of minutes ago.

"Of course I'm sure! I bet my friend Ned and MJ would want to be friends with you too." Peter reassured her. "They'd really like you." He added eagerly.

Skylar instantly gave a small smile at Peter before it interrupted as a random boy appeared out of nowhere. It indeed surprised Peter, too.

"Well, hey Penis-Parker, hanging out with the new loser girl? I'd warn you. He's not really good at keeping his parents alive." The boys remark made Skylar very angry, she already hated was also somehow surprised that if she exactly heard that Peter was also an orphan himself, too.

"What do you mean by that? Peter is way better than you already?" Skylar frowned, this dude was pretty low.

"Don't worry about him, Skylar. It's fine." Peter informed her, not wanting Flash to be a problem for Skylar.

"No. You're pretty low of a human to make fun of someone if they lost their parents," Skylar remarked bitterly to the foolish boy.

"What do you know, loser girl? Do you even know who I am? Name's Flash and I'm sure I could give you total Hell if you knew what you were doing." Flash, spoke harshly.

"Well, then, Flash. You better be picking a better name for me other than 'loser girl' cause' I had worse, and I'd be certain to wipe that smirk off your face any minu-."

Peter cut Skylar off as he carefully pulled her away from Flash before she said something she'd regret. "Skylar, it's not worth it, trust me. He's better off being left alone." He warned, knowing damned well that Skylar was pretty irritated at Flash already. But he was glad that Skylar knew how to stick up for herself from all the years she's been alone.

"Okay. Yeah, maybe you're right." Skylar gave in, nodding before returning her attention to Peter fully. "Okay, why not. Let's be friends." Skylar eagerly agreed, holding out her hand to him.

Peter gave a smile and accepted Skylar's soft hand proudly. "Okay, friends."

Memorable months went by after Skylar showed up. Peter and Sky ended up naturally getting a big brother and little sister relationship. She loved having the rest her dear friends, Ned and MJ as well, too. Skylar was opening up a lot more like she was before her parents died, it made her happy to be herself once again. She loved that she could make her friends laugh and also could help them when they struggled. But lately Skylar's been rather distant in her mind lately, it looked like she wasn't sleeping much at night. And Peter didn't know if he liked that or not.

Not long ago, Skylar's nightmares were getting worse and worse. Dreadful nightmares of that emotional night when she saw her parents lying on their own pool of blood. As a result she was barely getting any sleep at night. She ended up only running on four or three hours of impossible sleep for a week. Skylar's usually straightened blonde hair was now all messy. Her sky-blue eyes consist of dark circles underneath, and she ended up getting a bit paler than usual. Every so often she'd nearly fell over from her just being darn exhausted.

Peter was worried. Skylar was on his mind during his patrols as Spider-Man. Whenever he frantically tried asking if she was alright, she would just slide the question away and talk about school instead, or anything else that didn't involve with talking about it. And his newly adoptive father, Tony noticed the kid thinking a whole lot.

"What's on your mind, kid?" Tony asked him from his chair. They were both at Tony's personal lab, which was working on some of his suits while Peter was doing homework.

"Nothing- I'm just thinking about someone," Peter replied gloomy, placing down his pencil that was tapping on the table repeatedly.

"Who, some girlfriend of yours?" Tony asked, giving a small smirk, he was only kidding around like he usual does.

"What? Gosh! No." Peter jerked his head to Tony. "It's Sky, she's- well, I don't know how she's doing regardless. She looks like she's barely getting any sleep and looks like she's going to pass out any second. She almost did once or twice, actually."

Tony nodded some. He knew the relationship Peter had with her. Skylar was the one who quickly figured out that Peter was Spider-Man, so she came by a few times. It made Tony feel better that Peter had some sibling relationship with someone. "Tried, well you know, talking to her?" Tony wondered dully.

"Absolutely, I have. A whole bunch. She keeps pushing me away whenever I ask, though. Pretending that she's okay when she really isn't." Peter muttered, giving a slight sigh. "I know she lost her parents, but I don't think it's all that." He shrugged slightly.

"Sky doesn't have any parents?" Tony blinked stupidly. He hadn't have a clue that Skylar was an orphan at all, and he was supposed to be smart and notice this thing.

"She has her foster mother, Trish. But I don't know what happened to her real ones, she never told me… I'm worried." Peter told Tony.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., please look up personal information about Skylar Hower's parents."

"Dad-" Peter didn't want to invade Skylar's personal life if she didn't want to.

"Jennifer and Daniel Hower were both murdered at their home at November 21st this year, sir."

Peter's eyes widened. Tony was just as surprised. Was that really true? Skylar's parents were brutally murdered? Gosh, he felt horrible not realizing the worst-case scenario was probably really true because it was. It was only two months ago since that happened, and Peter felt horrible. He's going to help his friend as she helps him.

Skylar was taking a walk around Queens, thinking that if she was motivated and moving, that she would end up being more awake. It was a pretty cold winter day, and she held onto her jacket that tried to keep her warm. She walked warily passed an alleyway when she suddenly heard some weird hissing sound.

Cautiously, and tiredly, Skylar peeked into the alleyway where she heard the unusual commotion. She widened her sunken tired eyes awake as she saw a huge, gigantic, big white spider. It had some frost breathing out of its gross big mouth. Some frost spider or something looked liked it. It was probably the size of a polar bear. It was feeding off of this dead street rat that ended up frozen. Skylar ended up tripping over a trash can and falling over.

Perfect job, Sky.

The cold, big white spider turned to the girl and stared at her with its hundred glowing blue eyes. It then hissed, obviously annoyed that it's been interrupted by eating its lunch. Skylar was really awake now because she was well aware her life was now being threatened by a spider that could break her leg if stepped on it.

The frost spider leaped, ready to pounce onto the teen. Skylar widened her eyes, quickly running to the side before she was about to get crushed. She ended up falling to the ground by her feet. Before she could look up, she felt her leg shot up in pain, she was bitten.

Skylar screamed, the pain throbbed and cold shot up around her body, making her freezing. The pain suddenly stopped. Only the icy cold took over it. Before she could look at her leg, she felt herself being lifted up by the giant frost spider and being thrown.

Peter, now swinging around as Spider-Man was trying to get to Skylar's place to make sure she was okay. He came to a stop when he saw something big and white- a big spider. It looked so weird but memorizing when it was glowing a very light blue, it was also very frightening for being a spider. Before he could understand what was happening, he saw the giant spider bite something or someone. Its...

"Skylar!"

Peter quickly swung and caught the girl that was flung by the now very dangerous and hated spider.

"Got you!" He looked at his terrified friend, who was frozen by the touch. Peter found himself gripping Skylar closer when she closed her icy blue eyes and gave out a small groan. He was a bit mad. No, he was very mad. It was rude for the spider to just end up biting his very close friend he met only months ago. He landed on the rooftop gracefully and aimed at the spider, about to shock the spider and kill it. But it was already curled up on its back, a sign of when spiders do die.

Peter looked at Skylar. Her skin and hair turned into the whitest white. He widened his Spidery eyes and did the first thing he thought of, bring Skylar to his father.