Disclaimer: Don't own anything. 8D
Warnings and Notes: New obsession between a couple writing buddies of mine. So... here! Have a weird crossover. Don't care. I love it.
Pairings: Peter Parker/Gray Mitchell, background Zach Mitchell/Owen Grady. Like really background. XD
Summary: Gray's life was over. His parents were divorced. His brother was off with his boyfriend. And he was starting a new school. Again. He hated everything. And everyone. And then he tripped. And a hero swooped in and saved him.

Webs & Curls
Chapter 1: New School

A groan escaped his lips. A loud, pronounced, drawn out groan. The sound carried in the small space. It was completely uncalled for. So was the low thud of his head against the car window. Over and over. He knew he was being dramatic. Something he never was anymore. Once, he had been. A loud and energetic kid. He'd spent all his time with his nose in books and his hand on a computer mouse. He spouted off facts, annoying and embarrassing his older brother. Zach would have to grab him and hold him back, rolling his eyes and sighing.

But that all changed when he and his brother went to visit their aunt on Jurassic World. The trip itself had been fine. The brothers both had a good time, even if his sullen older brother acted indifferent. What really affected him was the time away from their parents. That had been the real start of it. He'd seen the letters. He'd looked up the names on the envelopes. Different divorce lawyers. He knew what that meant. And he knew what the strategically planned trip had meant. Their parents were getting divorced. His brother said not to worry about it. Have fun. Whatever happened, would happen. It wasn't their fault and there was nothing they could do to change it. And they would always have each other. But when they got home and their dad had moved out...

Four years. Four years of being shipped back and forth. Four years of pretending he didn't hear the petty comments. Four years of pulling back, of hiding, of trying to stay away from the yelling matches. Whichever parent he was with would go to another room. But the apartment his dad rented was small. And his mom's voice tended to carry. And their negativity carried through everything they did together. Meals, shopping, family outings. His brother had escaped it easily. Zach was older. He'd graduated high school and moved to the very island that changed their lives. Leaving him alone with their parents.

"Gray."

He pulled his head away from the window and rolled his eyes. He hated his name. The way she said it. Like she was in on the joke. Like she purposely named him after a color, so that kids could tease him. She probably had. He didn't answer her. He just continued to stare out the window. Glare was a more aptly term. He was glaring at the kids that bounced by.

"Stop being so dramatic." She said.

Gray snorted loudly, more of a scoff. He wasn't being dramatic. His life was just over.

"It's just a new school." She breathed out. "You'll make new friends and... get back into your studies..." She lifted her hand slowly, like she was going to touch him.

Gray caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. He flinched back from her, shrinking against the door. His glare was thrown her way. He wanted to scream at her, to tell her to SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP! But even he realized that was a step too far. Although what would that really earn him? A grounding? From what? He gritted his teeth against any retort and practically ripped the handle off as he flung the door open. He slipped out without a word to his mother and slammed the door shut with more force than he actually meant. But whatever. He opened the back door and grabbed his backpack.

He knew she was supposed to go in with him. It was his first day. She'd have to finish filling out paperwork and sign forms and talk with the counselor while he sat there listening to them talk about him like he wasn't there and whatever other shit before he could be released. But he wasn't going to wait for her. He slung the bag over his shoulder and trudged across the parking lot. He shrunk in on himself a bit, trying to blend in with the kids around him. He moved with the stream as he curved the lot and flowed up the steps and into the building.

He stopped as he reached the door. Now he felt like the fish out of water, slapped to shore by a hungry bear. Maybe he should have waited for his mom. He pushed the thought away as soon as it appeared. That was stupid. He'd been in enough schools over the last few years. They were all the same. He could find his way to the office. He pulled his backpack forward, holding the straps tighter in his grip. He wasn't nervous. Not at all.

And then he was suddenly on the floor. How the... had he actually tripped over his feet? As he stepped inside the building? For the first time? In front of the stream? What the everloving fuck?

"That was graceful."

Gray looked up as a hand was suddenly in front of his face. Just a hand. Suspended in midair. Looking like it was actually there to help him. Not to shove or punch or taunt. Gray lifted his head higher, his eyes seeking the owner of the hand. The kid was knelt down in front of him, smiling. Gray's eyes were wide as he moved without thinking. He reached out and took the stranger's hand. And was momentarily mesmerized as the stranger straightened up and pulled Gray up with him. He didn't immediately let go of his hand. Instead, the stranger pulled him off to the side, towards a row of lockers and away from the stream.

"First day?"

Gray nodded dumbly.

The kid smiled and let go of his hand. "Don't worry." He said flippantly. "It gets easier. They only torture new kids for the first year."

Gray scoffed at that and looked away. He glanced at the kids around. There was a time when he hadn't been such a recluse. He might have smiled back then, ran straight into the new school, right up to a group of kids and listed the differences in all the types of raptors on Jurassic World and explained how he had personal knowledge. But now, he shrunk back, farther from them and inadvertently, closer to the stranger who'd saved him.

"Hey, I was just kidding." The hero said softly.

Gray turned back slowly. His eyes met those pools of chocolate swirls that suddenly made him feel like Augustus Gloop and he wanted to drown in them. He blinked at that thought and practically jumped back. He'd been standing in the stranger's space, practically swooning against him. That was a new feeling.

But if the absence of air between them for the briefest moment bothered the hero, he didn't show it. He tilted his head for a moment, still smiling. "I'm Peter." He said.

"Gray." His voice came out a hoarse whisper. He hadn't meant it to. It just came out that way, like he had no control over it.

Peter frowned for a moment and leaned forward. "Grace?" He asked. "Did you say Grace?"

Gray opened his mouth to correct him. But his mother was suddenly there, coming up the stairs and heading straight towards him. "Thanks." He mumbled out and pulled away. He weaved to the stream, not looking back, until his mother caught up to him. Then he turned and together, they headed for the office.