"I'm Connor the android sent by cyberlife." Says the projected figure on the screen, and the security tape catches every small detail of what had been happening at that exact moment in time, even walking around the security tape would show what was happening behind Connor.

"I've been shot and am losing too much Thirium to function for much longer, I have 120 seconds before I go through the protocol shut down. You need to replicate the Thirium inside me and give it to me ideally through an IV drip, if not you can just feed it to me like any other normal person would drink something-"

"Wait up! Oh my God Connor, hold up! You said you have 120 seconds right? Explain everything you can in that time." Past Tony interrupts Connor, and real time Peter can see all of the little bits falling into place into Connor's mind, as he finds a new way to explain the situation.

"I've been shot." Tony sprints through the room, trying to grab anything and everything he'd think he'd use. He nods at Connor to signal him to continue. "I'm loosing a substance called Thirium. It's a vital fluid for Androids like me to function." Tony lays out all the tools he's picked out from his cabinets next to Connor, including a microscope, slides and a few cotton swabs.

"It's simple. All you need to do is recreate the Thirium and give it to me, preferably via an IV drip or making me consume it like any other normal human being would. After you've given me a sufficient amount, I should reboot and start up my main programs within a minute." Tony is almost forced to disagree with Connor, in theory, it sounds simple, but Tony was absolutely rubbish when it came to the chemistry side of things, as he was much more used to engineering and physics of the sort.

If Connor was an android, then maybe deciding to come to Tony would be a severe miscalculation on his own part, or maybe, some part of tony suggested, maybe Connor trusted himself enough with his own cybernetic life to allow Tony to help him with one of the most important things to him.

Another part of Tony said that just because Tony had made robots before meant that Connor probably believed that he was well equipped to fix a humanoid one, but that wasn't the case at all. Most robots, or rather Androids that Tony was familiar with didn't run on a series of human life components, including the so called Thirium pump and blood like substance called thirium. Even the main-wiring was designed to replicate nervous systems.

"So that's it?" Peter asks as he watches screen Connor shut down and slump in an unnatural position, lifelessly. "That's all he said? That's barely enough information to fix him." Tony agrees, but thinks Connor did tell them the basis of the problem, which was his thirium, or blue blood. It's enough, but as Peter said, barely.

"I did scan him, a full scansione [1] this time as well." Tony motions to a few pictures he's hung up, a thorough scan of Connor so he'd know exactly was was on Connor's inside without having to take Connor apart piece by piece. The scan has also allowed him to recreate a fully automated hologram of Connor's body, with yellow dots in various places to represent all the things that Tony has taken notes about. "Literally, he's built like a human, and all the instructions to move parts of his limbs come from his main software centre, in the skull."

Peter considers all this, thrilled that there was a way to bring back Connor, but also upset about the implications that brought. If Connor was a machine, was anything real between them? The hug they had shared that one time, was it all just a machine following a pre-programmed set of instructions. Was it just a machine designed to emulate emotions when really there was nothing there?

Who built Connor, who was Cyberlife? Who shot him? Why was Connor sent to them?

Swiftly, Peter shoved all those unsavoury thoughts to the side for a while, opting to try and resurrect Connor before asking the questions, after all, he wouldn't get answers unless Connor could answer them. Wordlessly, Peter takes a seat in front of one of the three microscopes that had been set up and immediately got to work. He scribbled down chemical names and within the hour got the formula for Connor's blue blood.

"What- how?" Says Tony, who's been working on the formula for over a week now, watching dazed as Peter's got what he was looking for in less than a day.

"I invented my web fluid, didn't I?" Peter smiles then quickly explains what they have and what they need to get. Turns out, they have most of the things and the things they didn't could be bought at a hardware store, except one item.

"There's a certain microorganism that can only be found in one place, the bottom of Mariana's trench. It's one of the things that seem to help sustain the flow and composizione [2] of the Thirium. Tony nods, that would be another week, at least to retrieve it. He'd prepare a team of marine biologists to retrieve it for him, since he was not going all the way to Mariana's trench for that. It was just too far away when he could simply send somebody else to do it instead.

"Come back, same time next week and we can finish this little uh…" Tony looks at the glass casing with Connor stood up in it. "Pet project of ours." Peter nods slowly, and leaves the lab, this time Tony leaves as well, to get his first wink of sleep in over a week without.

—

School wasn't all that fun, but the new student made it a little more interesting. As it happens to be, the new student was actually Peter's best friend as a child in his old school, although they remember each other a little differently. Peter remembers the kid as his number one best friend in the entire world, and the one thing protecting him from hoards of bullies at that public school.

Harry Osborn remembers Peter as that interesting poor Italian student who could barely understand a lick of English, not this oddly Americanised Peter Parker with good grades all around, except for in English. Harry approaches Peter during English class and reintroduces himself.

"Heya Peter, I'm Harry, I was your friend in primary, not sure if you remember." He asks, hoping for recognition to fly through Peter's eyes, and isn't disappointed when it happens. Peter nods his head in acknowledgement, returning to his attempt to answering the assigned English questions on the book they're reading. "What, uh, happened to your accent?" Peter looks up once more, slightly annoyed this time that he's being distracted from his work.

"I hide it." He flips the book open to a reference chapter and writes down once more in his book. Harry squints at Peter's work.

"It's spelt c-h-e, not c-e." He corrects a word on Peter's page, and without looking up Peter makes the correction. A few moments of silence later, Harry feels the obligation to speak again. "What's wrong?" Peter sighs.

"Nothing, why?"

"You're just so quiet." Harry observes, and Peter's on the verge of slapping him. He just cannot today, he's got a lot on his mind, mainly to do with the entire Connor situation.

"Yeah, I'm doing my work. Cazzo [3]." He responds. It sort of shuts Harry up for the rest of the period, but he can tell that Harry has more to say, and will probably try and approach him during their recess break, which luckily Peter's got PE the period after recess, so he's going to be getting changed then in the changing rooms, which is an excuse to be avoiding Harry, and then he's gong to get changed out of his uniform at lunch, and as far as he can tell, there isn't going to be anymore periods where he and Harry share a class.

Maybe he'd had to remind Harry later that not everybody had a super rich parental figure they could lean on, and some of them actually had to work their way through life to get a good job, although it does seem like Mr Stark would love to claim the title of Peter's own personal rich parental figure.

Peter would ask him about that later. Ned approached him just as he was returning to his locker at lunch, and asked him about Connor.

"I've found that Connor's sick. Too sick to answer the phone." It was a panicked lie, and he vowed to tell Ned the full truth later, but until Connor was revived, he didn't want Ned asking him all the big questions when he could easily ask the direct source himself, Connor.

The rest of the school day was fairly uneventful, and Peter didn't really know what to expect when going back to the Avengers compound. He'd made sure to notify everybody that today was the day that he was going to visit his Aunt May's grave, so they all knew not to disturb him, and Happy knew to pick Peter up around an hour after school ended, as the walk to the New York City cemetery from his school was at least twenty minutes, and Peter would take extra long walking with Ned. Happy knew that Peter would appreciate a good twenty minutes or so just talking to his Aunt's gravestone, although knowing she couldn't hear him, it would bring him solace anyway.

Peter made a small detour on the way to the gravesite to the flower shop, and bought a bouquet of a flower his Aunt had explained the Italian meaning to, a Chrysanthemums flower. In Italy, it was the flower of the mourning, and Aunt May liked the sombre meaning behind it, basking in it's beauty.

Getting a few different colours, Peter was satisfied and made the rest of the way to the cemetery alone. Arriving, Peter added the new flowers to the pile of floral already lain down there. His Aunt apparently had many acquaintances and coworkers from the various jobs she had taken up over the course of living with Peter, and had kept in touch even after she had dropped a few of the jobs for better, higher paying jobs.

Even though they hadn't shown up to the funeral, probably not wanting to intrude on the people who were extremely close to her in the time of mourning, but that didn't mean that they just ignored her death, as they left many spiritual gifts to help her move on to the afterlife, and finally be at peace after her life of continuously being one of Peter's only support beams once Uncle Ben had been shot and killed in that fateful accident.

That one particular accident had made the remaining Parker's extreme advocates for more restrictive gun laws, and more restrictive laws of battery and violence.

Happy picks him up, and looks mournful at Peter's sombre look on his face. Although he could tell that something had been lifted off of Peter's chest, there was something that lingered, something the told him that Peter was slowly letting go, and calming down after the huge shock that was the death of his Aunt.

Peter attempts to smile and joke around, even though he knows that they both know he's not really in a high mood.

"Ti sembro depresso? [4]" It's a few moments of silence that he realises, that no, Happy doesn't understand Italian, like in the casual way that he speaks it so randomly, integrating it in his sentences. Nobody yet had really called him out on it, but ever since the passing of his Aunt, he's been getting closer in the roots that he shared with her, even reverting back to the language which she had raised him in.

—

Where the fuck was Connor? Hank thinks, sourly. It's been at least a week since he'd last seen the boy - android, and he can't help but think it's an odd amount of time to be undercover or whatever the fuck he was doing, in aiding them find a way home. Hank reasoned it was important but couldn't help but argue that if it really was that important, wouldn't Connor, the asshole, tell him about it, even through a simple text message?

—

He's finally talked about it, briefly, with Tony, and they both agreed. It would only be so long before the social services kicked back in and somebody would come looking for Peter, to drag him into the public government system, which Peter bluntly refused outright to be placed in the hands of the government, not these days anyway. So he's done the hard part.

Asking Tony if he'd be okay with taking guardianship of him.

Tony was surprisingly chill with it, barely giving it more than a second of thought, apparently having already signed all the papers and all he needed to do was tell Jarvis to send them in. The response had taken Peter, whom had been preparing to come up with millions of ways he could earn his board and keep, by surprise. A simple 'Sure, why not?' was all that it took to catch Peter unaware.

By some kind of luck, Tony's mother had been Italian, and wouldn't stand for her child not having an Italian citizenship, thus Tony had grown up with an Italian citizenship, and a large vocabulary in the language, with many of his early childhood nannies being Italian themselves. Tony becoming Peter's legal guardian meant it was much easier for Peter to gain the citizenship of Italy, which he had obtained within moments through a few strings, that may or may not have been legal, that Tony had pulled for him.

This meant he didn't need a visa of any sorts to enter Italy, for his planned holiday of spiritually getting closer to his Aunt. Maybe he'd even go through the Italian school experience, as a passage of rites to get the most of the experience of growing up Italian as possible.

AN:

[1] scansione = scan

[2] composizione = composition

[3] cazzo = dick

[4] Ti sembro depresso? = do I look depressed?

Yes that is real Italian, written by me, not google translate. Also, small rant-

TIPS: do not, ever, ever, wear flip-flops in Italy. It's not a real shoe, if you want to show us your feet, wear sandals, and most of us here take our fashion extremely seriously, it's like going out wearing pyjamas-

Idk why I had to say that but now that I have it's like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest. Probably cause I saw my Australian cousin wear her flip-flops (or "thongs" as she calls them) outside and I was a little bit sad at how annoyed I got

Also, I'm going to respond to all Comments left on this fanfiction from 15:33 Monday, 27 August 2018 (UTC+2) Until the same time 24 hours later, If I don't get back to you right away, don't worry, I will get back to you eventually.