Part 1: News

It was on Peter's 16th birthday that Aunt May told him.

It had been just under a year since he'd become Spiderman, just under a year since Uncle Ben had died.

Peter came home from school that afternoon, expecting to be greeted by cake and ice-cream, but was slightly startled to find Aunt May anxiously pacing the living room.

"Aunt May?" Peter questioned, standing in the doorway.

"Peter!"she said, surprised, anxiety showing clearly in her voice, "I didn't expect you back so soon."

Peter eyed her worriedly, his Spidey-Sense nagging at the back of his mind.

"Aunt May, what's wrong?"

May glanced around the room,as if trying to find some way of avoiding the topic. Eventually she stopped and looked straight up at Peter.

"Peter,there's something I need to tell you. Would it be okay if we sit down?"

Uh oh. That sounded ominous

"Okay," Peter said slowly, seating himself on the sofa. Aunt May sat besides him, wrapping her arms protectively around his torso.

"Peter, sweetie," she said, gently, "this might be hard for you to hear, but," she paused, taking a deep, steadying breath, "Peter, you're adopted."

Peter's breath stopped, as he took a moment to let it sink in.

"Wh-what?"

"You're adopted, Peter. Your parents weren't related to you by blood."

"The-they weren't?"

May shook her head, "I'm sorry, Peter. I know it's hard to hear that. I know it will take some time for you to adjust…"

May was cut off abruptly by Peter's quick standing motion as he took short gasps, panicking slightly.

"No!" he cried, almost to himself, "No, you're wrong! The-they were my parents, cause, if they weren't, then, then you're not my aunt!"

"Peter," May tried reaching out to him, but he pushed her away. He stood for a moment, breathing heavily, before turning sharply and running to his room, locking the door behind him. His eyes scanned the room frantically, landing on his backpack. He grabbed it from the floor and began shoving in all essential items before changing into his Spidey Suit. he slung the bag over his shoulder and walked over to the open window, taking one look back at his room before shooting a web and swinging out of the window.

Once he felt he was far away enough, he spoke to his suit's AI.

"Karen, call Ned please."

"Of course, Peter."

Soon, Ned's voice could be heard in Peter's ears.

"Hey Dude. What's up?'

"I need help."

"Sure. What with?"

"You still have access to that lab?"

"Yeah?"

"Meet me there."

"Okay, but…"

Ned was cut off by Peter ending the call. If his parents weren't actually his parents, then he was going to find the people who were.

Dick Grayson had always known he had a brother, a biological one that is. No one else knew this though, not Wally, not Bruce, not even Alfred. No one. He felt it was his own, personal mission, tracking down his brother, and he didn't want anyone else involved.

He had tried multiple times to try and find his brother, but all had come up empty, probably as there wasn't actually much he knew about him. Dick had only been 3 at the time of his birth, too young to remember much, and he was sure that his brother wasn't even aware of his existence, as he had been only a few months old when put up for adoption. Dick only knew 3 things:

-His name was Peter

-He would be about 16 now

-He had been put up for adoption while they were in Queens

All in all, not very much.

But, as it turns out, his brother had just taken the first step toward their reunion.