Chapter 01

"I hate getting old," Peter groaned he did not remember what exactly, he cracked his back, only to realize he was not in his home, MJ, May?" his mind still fogged and confused "No that was a long ago," he shook his head his mind was hell-bent on trying to forget everything that happened. However, it seemed his single-room apartment got peeled back something fierce. It looked like an abandoned construction site. He brought up his phone as his reflection showed a short trim brown beard with a streak of grey in the middle of his chin.

Peter Parker was old well into his forties past his prime and down a leg and a family. His family was one that got hit by the inheritors his age put him beneath the notices of the vampires and apparently his family was not one of the special ones. That, however, didn't mean they weren't willing to attack in the middle of dinner. He survived, regrettably the only survivor. He shook his head he didn't want to think about it he half expected some long-forgotten villain to pop out and finish him off when he noticed a note stuck to his suit? He grabbed the note and opened it up with a slight flick. He squinted a bit to focus his eyes. "I swear if this is something stupid Wade did he was going to launch him into the sun.

Parker

Due to my concerns as an old friend I have watched you after the "car wreck" I am sending you to a very safe reality to recover emotionally. I know you won't take care of yourself properly with all the reminders in New York. I ask you to enjoy Paris and heal I'll check in on you and if you are still angry I can bring you home with no issues.

Included is a nice apartment and some cash to start with you have an interview at a local school.

Sincerely Dr. Strange

"Always sticking their nose where it doesn't belong," Parker muttered to himself it was the Hulk thing all over again. At least when he was depressed he wasn't tearing up the east coast. Maybe when he was a younger man. He spotted his cane resting next to him, and the prosthetic was already attached. Everything was stiff since Strange just dropped him in some random building. It did not take long for him to find his way out as he crushed the lock uninterested in leaping over his prosthetic was hardly durable enough.

He moved along into the streets as his body slowly cooperated. He had decided to take care of the job first, as he brushed up on his French. He pulled out his phone it already had the destination and time it was a bit early but he was not one to be late. He scanned over it had locations for everything, his stomach rumbled, except a place to eat. When he stopped in front of; Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie he read it took a second his French a bit rusty. The smell of freshly baked bread drew him in. He checked his wallet and everything looked in order.

A short woman treated him she looks of Asian descent. There was only a short line and "A couple of croissants please and a cup of coffee." he asked the french was a bit foreign but nothing he couldn't brush up on later.

"Cream or sugar?" She paused,

"Black is fine," however before he got much furth the familiar sight of someone tripping caught his eye. Time slowed for him his one free hand grabbed the trey as it stuck firm everything landing safely as his cane slipped under the young girl to catch her fall.

"Are you okay dear?" The woman who was probably the falling girl's mother helped her up.

"Thank you, sir," she took the tray. A young girl with dark hair and short pigtails straightened up a bit shaken.

"Sorry," she apologized as a soft smile graced his face.

"No trouble at all," he stood back up as the mother continued to fuss over her embarrassed daughter.

"Here something extra," she handed him a small bag as the young lady headed back. He got a feeling this was a regular occurrence.

He headed off towards the school as a rainy her burly looking man rushed past. His spider-sense moved him out of the way. It took a little extra time to leave as he was thanked for his trouble. He headed up towards the school casually drinking from his cup, only nearly running over a really loud blonde girl.

"Watch where you going! Don't you know who I am?" She glared up at him.

"Chloe please be careful," a young man was with her also blonde.

"Hmm," he hummed at the two something about the girl annoyed him just by looking at her. "Extremely sorry wouldn't want to step on you," he drew attention to his foot, but while the boy looked sympathetic the girl rolled her eyes.

"People these days rediculous utterly ridiculous," she flicked her wrist as she walked off.

"Sorry sir," the boy apologized and rushed after his friend. Chloe continued to complain about him before she vanished out of earshot.

The interview went magically well probably Strange's doing but the bearded principal seemed happy to have a science teacher the original had apparently had an opportunity to do some work in her field so she needed the year off, with the possibility of it becoming more long term. He shook the man who looked oddly owl-like and made it no secret that he was probably going to get the job.

His next concern was home, the apartment was a bit more upscale than he was used to. However, it had little in the way of furnishings, a laptop a dining room table a queen-sized bed with all the little things you needed. He looked himself up next to get his story straight he didn't see himself talking much but he needed to be clear on it. He learned a lot of his history had apparently been transferred over. His family history as well as his work at a newspaper, being a scientist, and his forced stint as a businessman. That made things easier leave it to Strange to remember things better left forgotten.

With that off to a start, He was hired in officially as a teacher an old shoe that he slipped on comfortably he had his class set up and his lesson plans ready before the end of the month. His fellow teachers were already talking about him as apparently he nodded at them but nobody had really bothered him yet. He had to admit that Paris was a nice change of pace between the school work and the new environment he was dwelling less. The lack of any public superheroes helped. It was nice being in the city without needing to worry about something most times he was globetrotting it was always for business, even if he was teaching he had time to enjoy the city, even if he couldn't stop himself from lending a hand when needed.

"Here you are sir," he grabbed this rather short man's cane to help him to his feet. The first day of school and here he was going to run late but he couldn't help himself.

"Thank you, sir," the man noticed his leg and he seemed to be a bit disappointed.

"No problems try to be more careful." Peter headed off thinking no more of the man as he headed towards the school lead along by his own can.

He sat down and the first couple of classes were not too difficult. He could already see that he was already being discussed the students were either curious or sympathetic when they noticed the leg if they were observant enough to notice. Otherwise, he was hardly the most interesting subject.

"Chloe," he stopped her, her mouth snapped shut as Peter. By the time he spotted the mouthy Blonde he already had crafted an aura of a no-nonsense teacher. She looked ready to explode at him however she seemed to pick up that this teacher was not one to be messed with. He nodded a missing student however he did not let it bother him too much.

Before the end of the day, cause something had to happen Parker luck being what it was, the school erupted into screaming. "Of course," he stood up, "Let's go see what this is all about." he continued to mutter about Strange being a lier.

"Get into your classroom! And don't shove!" He shouted as he was chest-deep in panicked screaming teens as he managed to keep a smaller teen from being stepped on.

"Well a rock monster," he sighed, as he watched it crash out of the school. With class more or less out he took to the streets. He had expected some measure of peace so he hadn't bothered with rebuilding his toys. Considering how his luck ran he probably should know better.

The police sirens were a familiar sound as he quickly moved through the city. He moved aside cars and made sure innocents were moving safely away from the moving creature. He took time to notice the creature growing when the police fired on it. "Just like back home." He muttered as he spotted one of the students Alya he recalled with her phone out. "Of course," his concerns were only met with a bemused reminder of his own time as a photographer.

It was frustrating his prosthetic was only able to help so much since it was not as durable as his flesh and blood so the landing was still a pain. It was a struggle but he managed to get to the stadium. He had tossed out science as an origin story at this point as this Stoneheart was much larger than before. What popped up next was a surprise a boy, in a car suit. "I wonder if Felicia had a son when I wasn't looking." He mentally joked, at this point he took a step back. He winced as the cat was knocked around. The second hero that showed up looked like a ladybug. He nearly stepped in when the flying goalpost was launched however the two heroes seemed to have some spacial awareness. However, he was going to have a chat with Alya as hypocritical as it would be.

He relaxed and was a bit surprised as his suspicions on magic were confirmed by the wave of magical ladybugs?

The cat had run off leaving Ivan another student the other hero lingered a bit. With everyone distracted he dropped down to the field as he snapped his prosthetic. He frowned and mentally cursed but he could manage without it.

"Mr. Parker," Alya announced as the three teens all looked at him.

"Mr. Parker," the young hero repeated, something was familiar at closer inspection. Something got fuzzy as if something was preventing him from connecting the dots. He looked away as he spotted something in the air flying away. He dismissed it the students were the primary concern.

"I am going to get these two home," he noticed her earring beep. "I get the feeling you don't want to blow your identity on your first day," he nodded at her as he figured that however, her powers worked it was tied to them.

"Right bug out," she agreed as her yo-yo drew her up and away.

The two looked nervous as most teens did when they felt they might have done something wrong. "You are not in trouble," he glanced at Ivan, he eyed Alya, "you might be,depending on how your parents feel about you trying to get yourself into trouble." he called up a taxi as Alya peppered Ivan with questions however the young man had no idea and couldn't remember. Peter was confident that he was telling the truth. Even after a basic examination, he seemed fine physically.

"Be safe and please talk to someone if you feel anything odd. It wasn't your fault," he looked the rather tall teen in the eye and nodded but the words probably did little to ease the teen's worry.

After they dropped him off as, "now then are you going to be chasing capes now?"

"They didn't have capes," she sassed him as he raised an eyebrow.

"Do I need to tell your parents what you were up to?" He asked as he put on his disappointed dad look.

"Maybe," she winced a bit as Peter just shook his head well at least she wasn't lying to him about her clear desire to risk her neck.

"Keep a minimal line of sight and stay behind cover then." He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He did not need them to see the stunned look on her face. "If you don't mitigate the dangers I will inform your parents I would recommend investigating in a better camera the more distance the better."

"I don't really have an allowance," she admitted, with that, she got her home. He really wished he had gotten at least a few of his old things. He did not exactly have a lot of spending money.

"It's a recommendation, please think of your family before you out risking your neck for views online." He advised "that being said I don't really have much of a right to throw stones." He opened the door of the taxi and let her out.

She gave him a slight look but when he wasn't more forth coming she exited the cab.

"What a day Huh?" Said the taxi driver,

"Some day," Peter agreed he was going to strangle Strange the next time he saw him.

The next day was filled with chatter and Ivan was getting a wide birth. Which was expected with his transformation and all it was understandable but with magic involved he was worried that whatever happened could happen again and negative emotions probably wouldn't help.

Peter had no idea how to help by the time he was an active hero being turned into a temporary super villain would have been less of an issue, considering the alternative. He was thankfully replaced one of the female students seemed to understand and seemed to help.

"Marinette that was very nice of you," he watched as she jumped and freeze like she had done something wrong. Maybe he was too stealthy for his own good these kids seemed to not notice him unless he spoke.

"It was nothing," she waved off, he shook his head,

"To you perhaps, can you do me a favor and keep an eye on him. While I don't blame him for his transformation if it happens once it can happen again." he glanced at Ivan magic was not his strong suit.

"You think it will happen again?" Her eyes went wide and shifted a bit as if what ever caused it might jump out.

"I have no idea but I would rather be prepared." Peter mused on the subject, "anyway no reason to be late to class."

Class thankfully continued as the oddities stacked the kid that missed yesterday was apparently a very famous model. He raised an eyebrow at the boy signing autographs. "What a weird concept, I don't remember anything like models signing autographs. Is it a French thing or a generation thing?" He wondered for a second before chalking it up to a generational thing.

He found Alya and set down a camera he found apparently Strange had packed it sadly no sign of anything else. "Stay safe," he urged as the girl let out a vocal screech that made him question his life choices, well more so than usual, as he rubbed his ears. "Don't make me regret this," he headed to his class, to get the day started.

"Pardon my french, I'll try to make this," the building rumbled,

"Stoneheart!" shouted a voice elsewhere in the building. He released a hard breath as he could feel the eruption of chaos around him.

"In a world of the blind, the one-eyed man is king." As he funneled the class out for the area. He really hoped to figure out what was going on so he could prevent this issue, as this was going to cut into class time something fierce.

There was two girls in danger, Chloe and Mylène. He headed out the hole only for his repaired prosthetic to give from the uneven rubble. By the time he actually caught up the problem was apparently dealt with. He found himself at a lose as the wave of ladybugs fixed everything including his leg. With the two heroes active and, well capable might be a stretch but they kept the peace. Spider-Man sat down and Peter relaxed, as he returned to the school he could at least get through the rest of his classes.

"Don't worry about it you're here for a vacation," he sighed as he pulled up a browser the next morning. Outside of online speculation whatever these miraculous were had no historical documentation. He picked up the basics apparently the transformation was brought on by a butterfly. The Ladyblog that Alya had set up seemed to be the only source of information instead of speculation.

"Morning Mr. Parker," Alya entered his classroom as the teacher blinked and looked at the clock.

"Your, oh did not realize the time, good morning," he returned as she glanced at his computer.

"Got the bug as well?" She nodded at the computer, as she glanced at his computer.

"Just a bit of research this site is the only ones talking about these miraculous," he admitted,

"The things Hawkmoth wanted?" She asked as she glanced at him.

"The very same, some people are theorizing but no hits before the reveal. So whatever these items are they were unknown until that speech."

"Why so interested you want to be a superhero?" She laughed he suspected she couldn't see him as a hero the grey in his hair and short beard not helping.

"I am good," he chuckled at the stunned look on her face. "I get the impression being a hero is a lot more stressful than it looks. Besides I am old, being a hero is a young, person's job." He chuckled as he turned to face her. "Something I can help you with Miss Césaire?"

"I wanted to say thanks for the camera it really helped with the blog," she continued to talk about her blog and failed to notice that his smile never reached his eyes. His guilt was now creeping back in every thought process. Even after Alya had run off to talk with her friends. He glanced at the camera not sure if it was a good idea her life was going to be in danger if she kept down her path. Damn her enthusiasm he knew he would get dragged into this in some way. He decided that if nothing else he would look the other way for any odd absences and maybe grade a bit less harshly if either of those two teens were in his school, knowing his luck both would be.

"Old men often forget what it was like to be young," he quoted he was already rebuilding his old gear and he needed to build a proper prosthetic. "Just in case," he told himself, "Just in case."

The class had no issues and ended with a rainy day. He took some time to keep an eye on the school check-up on Ivan and make sure he was okay, he was with the girl (not Chloe) his villain half had run off with so probably good. Having enough of the pair he backed out he needed some air.

"Ugh," he mentally frowned as he noticed more young people making eyes. "Perhaps a school was a bad idea," he headed back to his room. He finished off his work for the day, and he headed out.

He pulled out a cloth mask that was just thin enough to see but would keep his face obscured. He headed to the stadium it was less likely to be policed.

However, if he expected to find something well he was no wizard. He stood up and decided a quick patrol while magic was involved still maybe an idea or something would pop up. Peter had to call it a night after a while past a point it would just be diminishing returns. He already had a sinking feeling that he was going to be in for an interesting stay in Paris.

POV shift

Adrian was thankful that he finally got to go to a real school. He was a bit disappointed he felt miles ahead of his classmates. However he focused anyway, he could not afford to let down his father. However science class was different, Mr. Parker who was apparently an old scientist, or other things nobody seemed to be sure, managed to always have something to surprise even him. Sometimes he actually paused and corrected the book. Chloe complained about how mean he was but he was the only teacher that seemed to be unwilling to tolerate any bullying. He would chuckle a bit but the stone-faced teacher seemed fair. He took his job even more seriously than his personal tutors.

What was weirdest was he seemed to be only a step behind. He showed up at the stadium, and from what he heard was completely calm in an emergency. As if he was as comfortable in an emergency as he was in the classroom. Even with his missing foot, he seemed as able as anyone a few students claimed that he had chased after Stoneheart and had been helping people the entire way.

He spared a glance to see Alya with a new camera not a super expensive one but it was a professional one. She had been very talkative lately, and he did find himself listening mainly cause the subject was Ladybug.

"Alya, I would appreciate it if you kept discussions to a minimum." Mr. Parker suddenly stopped he looked mildly annoyed or tired he took a second to drink from his coffee cup.

"Sorry," she did not look sorry,

"Well since you seem so invested in your conversation care to tell the rest of the class?"

"Ladybug," she seemed to shrink in her seat. He glanced over the class and with a shake of his head.

"I figured as much, well since everyone seems so interested in the subject let's work it into the class."

"So can anyone tell me what is happening?" Mr. Parker had brought up a video as he cringed as Chat Noir dusted the goal post.

"Chat Noir screwing up?" Marinette raises her hand, Adrian internally slumped.

"Well, not really the answer I was looking for, but the growing pains of being a hero. What I was talking about what he was doing to the goal post." He pointed out rust the decay of the threads. He perked back and he realized he wasn't alone. The class was filled with questions and even if Max was difficult to understand the teacher was able to explain it to them in layman terms. The class was invested as he explained everything that both heroes were doing subconsciously and even pointed out advice on how to use his powers better.

He was a bit disappointed that he had less to say on Ladybug saying her abilities were beyond anything he could examine since her powers seemed to just work the class laughed as he glanced at the Lucky charm. Not sure if the Heroine got what she needed or if she somehow got what she wanted. He did not want to touch the wave of bugs leaving it with maybe some time manipulation as his only theory. The class was interesting as it brought up other parts like strength and durability the impact of being tossed around the stadium while embarrassing would have smeared anyone else.

The class was back on track when they were dismissed. "Mr. Parker, out of curiosity what would you recommend for these heroes to do?" He approached the teacher.

"Hmm, well if my theory is correct getting comfortable in the suit, and figure out the upper limits of what they can do, and see if those limits can be broken. That and start looking into their powers and where the came from . It might help them figure out who Hawkmoth is, else they might find themselves in a never-ending battle. Anyway, you might want to go you don't want to be late for class."

Thankfully nothing came up and while he was doing his best he was for once excited to head home. "So what do you think Plagg?"

"Well, as you get older my limits will go away, but I never thought about it." He shrugged as the kwami didn't give more on the subject. Adrian was a bit disappointed at that but then again Plagg was never the most forthcoming when it came to information.

He figured the best place was the football stadium he took aside and he used his phone. He was a bit surprised by the results. He kept at it for a while while he seemed to be peeking at 45 km however his body seemed to lack any exhaustion.

He had questions now but with Plagg in the ring, he could not pick his brain even if he was not very helpful sometimes just having someone to talk to would help.

"Well not the first place I would have expected," a calm voice startled as he swung his staff around only for the masked figure to catch it. "Good reflexes."

The figure had a featureless mask and a long high collar brown trench coat.

"What are you doing here?" Chat kept his staff between them.

"Investigating, was the coat not clue enough I would imagine you know the cliche of the private eye," he glanced at him, "so kid what exactly are we dealing with?"

"I don't know if I should be talking to you, you could be Hawkmoth for all I know.

The stranger just laughed, "I would never pick such a ridiculous name, a moth," he chuckled a bit. "So how's the testing out the powers faze?"

"About as well as expected," he relaxed his stance a bit something a bit more relaxed the guy did not sound like Hawkmoth.

"Only so much you can do without an extra set of eyes. I know the feeling," he hummed a bit. "Sadly not much I can do to help. Magic is out of my wheelhouse."

"I am going to go," he bounced back a bit, still a bit unease around someone he couldn't see the face of.

"Here," a USB was tossed his way.

"Uh," he caught it, it was a rather simple black object.

"It's a file on hero advice, everything I could think of that might apply." He turned to walk away.

"Are you a superhero?" He asked, well the guy seemed kinda heroic, or a France freedom fighter if the outfit was anything to go by.

"I was, got old but the desire to do good doesn't die easy, I'll probably be here trying to find a lead for the next few days if you want to point me in the right direction. Or just want to talk, well this sort of stuff can be stressful." the man said nothing more on the matter before he turned.

Adrian watched him walk away as he leaped off himself. He got home and dropped down from the window. "Plagg claws in,"

"I hope this doesn't become a regular thing, hey what's this?" He sniffed at the USB he had tossed on the table.

"A trap maybe, some guy gave it to me," Adrian explained

"So it's not cheese?" Plagg interrupted who floated off to refuel on his favorite cheese. He plugged it in, best to let the trap.

Master investigator's tips and tricks for keeping your identity secret

Tip one: don't plug an unknown USB into your home computer.

"Of course," he shook his head.

He scrolled down, advice on exit strategies for jobs that work well. Having excuses made up, the list was filled with advice on ever including relationships in and out of costumes.

"Wordy much," Plagg swallowed down some Camembert cheese.

"It's really not, I don't know how much use all of this would be but, other things could help." He leaned back after he looked at his clock. "Crap that's late." He had not intended to stay up so late.

The next day was a bit concerning class was out and there were still no signs of an Akuma. He headed out to the park while not model work he still had to add things to his Instagram all part of the brand. He waved at Alya and Marinette walked past and he gave a friendly wave. He kept a professional smile even as the photographer tried to find someone else. The string of odd phrases continued on as the camera flashed when Marinette was dragged into the photoshoot.

He suddenly got a chill and the sounds of screaming hit his ear. He took off "I'll call the police," he dashed to a hiding spot. "Plagg claws out!"

He took off and actually found what looked like a gothic ice scatter or something. "Why don't you chill out ice queen."

"It's not ice queen it's stormy weather!" She glared at him.

"Well I am feline-generous so if you chill out we call it quits," he smiled as he slid down spinning his tail.

She brought up her Umbrella and a cold blast of hair knocked into him. He extended the staff with the intent of stopping himself from getting blown away. The wind was definitely her power and if her name was to go by maybe a few others. "Oh" He was sent flying into the air,"

"Chat," he spotted Ladybug as nearly all of his thoughts floated off as a warm fuzzy feeling overtook him, frostbite? "Ow," he said after he faceplanted. He quickly snapped to his feet to greet the girl he had fallen head over heels for.

"Hello prurincess," he greeted and gave a bow.

She gave a slight roll of her eyes. "Well you seem fine," she shook her head.

"She calls herself stormy weather seems to lean towards cold blasts of wind not sure if it goes further." His sense returned well maybe not all of it.

This time around things was a bit smoother even if Stormy was much more dangerous than Stoneheart. "Pound it," they both said as they finished off the weather witch. However, in the distance, he spotted the Investigator who gave a weird two finger salute and took off. He took the man's advice on spaceial awareness which had helped keep him on his feet. The idle beeping reminded him of his time limit.

He had four minutes but he still found a good hiding spot he checked for any tracking devices on and around and reverted to himself.

He casually walked back to the park a bit more confident in his identity. He ended up finishing the photos up with a little girl maybe around four. However he could do better when he got home he decided to get himself a staff to practice with even if he preferred fencing. He had to admit with his mind pointed in the right direction it was a new kind of fun on how to improve.

The next incident was a bit closer to home. "Thanks for trying," he patted Nino on the shoulder it was hardly an articulate speech but he appreciated the attempt.

"You deserve a party dude," he looked really down him pulling his signature red cap a bit farther down did not help make him look any happier.

"So when I finally can have one you'll be the first to know, with plenty of time, than a last-second rush job."

"Really?" He perked up, it was nice to have someone in his corner even if it wasn't going to change much.

"Of course," he was confident he was less disappointed than Nino on the issue, he headed up to his room to get back on his very tight schedule, not all of it his dads doing.

It was not meant to be, before he got far the constant doorbell ring brought him out. A bit of confusion as usually, they had a security system so the doorbell never got used. He took the towl and dabbed at his face. He was even more confused,

"Nino?" He asked as his now blue-skinned friend stood at the door with some very forced smiles, and a few eyes darted down at he realized he was in a tanktop and shorts.

POV shift

"Mr. Parker?" Marinette stopped,

While every adult was in the air he was in a bubble but still on the ground.

"Miss Ladybug," he greeted as he remained still. "I would move out of your way however my foot being grounded is the only thing keeping me from floating away."

"How are you doing this?" She asked her mind drawing one conclusion already.

"I figured someone messing with gravity was a real possibility, so I planned ahead." He shrugged "stop playing in the streets! He shouted, "and get out of that car your not old enough to drive!" He shouted as a couple of teens shuffled away from a car under the withering gaze of the bearded teacher. She marveled that even stuck as he was he was no less in control of his suroundings.

"That's really smart," she admitted as she was not sure if she bought it. The man seemed smart but he had a grim air to him that and his calmness in these recent situations was odd, to say the least.

"Yes, the adults got bubbled from that direction and spread out like a ripple outward. So if you're looking for excitement that's the way to go." He explained, "You keep an eye on those kids they could get hurt," he eyed another teen who shuffled off to play babysitter.

She continued and with direction and confidence, She took off and found Adrian's house and a smiling cat standing outside the gate. She noticed a few people waiting outside the door and the set up for a party.

"Your late," he smiled like the cat who ate the canary.

"Well it's a big city," she dropped down to see that he had an Akuma in his hand. Apparently, he was capable of holding onto one.

"Hurry up please this thing is really nasty," he pleaded she was convinced he was trying to be cute.

"De-evilize!" She purified the butterfly,

"Eww," he flicked his hands as the white insect flew away.

"I didn't know you could do that," she used her lucky charm which repaired the damage and kept its shape as a yo-yo.

"It was trying to tempt me, it was like a headache and it felt like every little issue was brought into mind. I think it corrupts negative emotions but if your clear-headed it can't do much but that."

"Sounds dangers, how did you catch him?"

"Oh I just dropped down from the roof and Cataclyimed the bubble sword, he was waiting for Adrian to get out of the shower," he chuckled in amusement, suddenly his ring beeped, "Well gotta go, cat-cha latter," he pole vaulted off.

"Boys," she shook off "bug out," she took off however as she did so she spotted the science teacher. His cane in one hand, well she did head out this far, "spots off," she said he she watched him sit down and he just sat there.

"What are we doing Marinette," Tikki asked as the day got late.

"I think Mr. Parker might be Hawkmoth. He seems way too calm given the situations. He's either unshakable or Hawkmoth."

"Something feels familiar about him," Tikki frowned as Marinette glanced at her.

"Like a former owner?" She asked but Tikki shook her head,

"He's not an owner or a guardian but he's got something that swirls in and out of my vision. I have never seen it before Marinette and that's saying something."

"Weird, should we go talk to him?" She asked her kwami however the spotted creature shook head her body moved with it.

"That would be unwise something is off but that's no determination of his character." Tikki figured she decided to take her at her word.

He tossed something in the garbage and seemed completely oblivious to her and Tikki.

She moved after him but only found some food wrappers. A little annoyed she continued, The headed home a small apartment. If she expected anything it wasn't what she found, he had nothing the flat was practicality bare a twin bed, a simple desk, a small table, and a plain single recliner in front of a tv. He had a few items on his desk that she was convinced were some kind of oversized bracelets.

However, there was one thing a small photo near his bed of himself a woman, and two kids. After a little while of him working on schoolwork, she cut her losses and took off, at this point if he was Hawkmoth he had other things to do besides terrorizing Paris

Author Note:

This Peter is not entirely based on one future version but the primary base is from the Mayday Parker, Spider-girl comics. I added on a few of Peter's newer accomplishments with Parker Industries mainly to foil against Gabriel when they finally meet. I tried to make it so this older Peter is depressed about the loss of his family but I am not going to go crazy with it personal opinion Spider-man proper should be a man you could break down to an inch of breaking but never one who shatters mainly cause of my personal views on heroism.

My intent is to balance out the power dynamic between Ladybug and Chat, recent seasons really make me feel for the guy. I will be messing with the shipping dynamics also cause I am evil I will be adding more Kwami all of which will be marvel themed cause of course cookies if you can figure out who is who some will be more obvious than others.