It had been a slow day for May and Ben Parker. They were spending a night in after they got off work, and it was rather nice not to take place in the hassle of driving through New York on a Friday night in the rain.

They were sitting on the couch, watching Titanic, when Ben had to excuse himself to take a phone call.

"Hello, this is Benjamin Parker."

"This is Child Protective Services. Is your brother Richard Parker?" The female voice on the other end asked, void of emotions, and while Ben was used to getting strange phone calls regarding his brother, this one just seemed different.

"Yes, he is."

"Well, I regret to inform you, but he perished with his wife a few hours ago in a plane crash."

Ben was shell shocked, but he had to know about his nephew and what was gonna happen to him.

"What's gonna happen to my nephew?"

"Peter Parker. Well, you have a choice. We can put him in yours and your wife's custody, or we can put him in the foster system. We have him here now. This is why you were called."

Ben didn't even hesitate, and May was probably gonna kill him, but he responded.

"We'll come get him now."

He and the woman talked for a few more moments, before Ben grabbed the umbrella, his shoes and car keys.

"May, we need to go."

"Is everything okay?"

"Richard and Mary were killed in a plane crash." Ben swallowed. "Child Protective Services have Peter, and we need to go get him."

That's all it took for May to grab her shoes before following her husband to the car.

••••••••••••••

After Ben and May worked with CPS on some paperwork so guardianship was given to them, they walked into the small room where their nephew was, and it broke both of their hearts.

The seven year old was dangling his legs off the bench, a steady stream of tears going down his cheeks, as he held the small stuffed bear that CPS had given him when they got him from Mary and Richard's house, and a small duffle bag beside him of his favorite toys and some clothes.

May knelt down in front of her nephew, gently putting a hand on his knee to get his attention, and as soon as she did, he leapt into her arms, sobbing onto her shoulder.

"I've got you, baby. It's gonna be okay." She soothed, standing up so she could carry him to the car, while Ben grabbed Peter's stuff off the bench.

When he looked in the bag, he saw that one of the few toys in the bag was a Iron Man action figure, making him smile.

Peter had always been obsessed with Tony Stark, since the time he was born, and when he had announced that he was a superhero, that only made Peter's obsession grow, and soon he looked up to Tony Stark like he was a god.

So, Ben made a decision that they would stop at Wal-Mart on the way home. After all, they needed milk, so he figured he would grab a little something for Peter as well.

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When they got back to the apartment, May put the milk up and Ben took Peter upstairs to the room he normally stayed in when he visited, but would now be his room permanently.

"So we can decorate in a few days, but all I could find were some old sheets. Is that okay, Pete?" Ben asked, making up the bed for him.

Peter nodded, having calmed down a bit, but still very emotional as Ben quickly made up the bed before pulling out the Wal-Mart bag.

"I got you something." He told him as his nephew sat beside him, and Ben pulled out the Iron Man pajamas, making Peter's face light up. "Iron Man is really strong, right?"

"Yeah! He can lift big stuff, and he can fly, and he's smart, like me!"

"Yep." Ben smiled, ruffling his nephew's hair. "And now, you can put these on, and when you do, you can be just like Iron Man."

Peter grinned, wrapping his arms around Ben's waist, thanking him over and over again before going to put the pajamas on, but Ben stopped him, still smiling.

"You need some food and a bath first, kiddo."

When May tucked him into bed that night, she smiled when she saw him curled up in the pajamas and tear stains no longer on his cheeks.

He was gonna be just fine.