It had been several months since you moved in with Peter and his girlfriend, MJ. You have eaten enough pizza for an army, and you even started kindergarten! Today, in fact, you had received your first report card ever, full of high grades! You never could have done that at your old house. You went to have dinner (flashing that report card proudly to anyone who even looked your way), and had just arrived back to Peter's apartment, and gone to your room to play.
You were in the middle of crashing a toy car into a tower of blocks when the door opened. "Y/N? Buddy?" Peter peeked in!
You perk up, looking back at him. "Yeah, Dad?" The name was still a little foreign in your mouth, but he was certainly your dad now, you had decided.
"Come here for a second. There's someone here to see you." He waves for you to follow him to the living room.
You waddle out of the room, looking around. "Who izzit?" Your eyes settle on a man standing next to Peter, hands in his suit slacks pockets.
He grinned widely as he saw you, crouching down as his eyes grew wet. "Y/N? Is it really you?"
You freeze dead in your tracks, eyes wide. You knew not to talk to strangers. This man, dressed in a tailored suit, with his fancy, perfectly groomed curly hair and toothy grin, was the definition of stranger danger.
"Do… you remember me?" The man asks quietly. Peter smiles, walking over to you and whispering, "It's okay, he's safe."
You stare at him, definitely not remembering him at all. Who was this man?
"I'm your uncle, Harry..." He shakes his head, smiling in disbelief. "You were so small when your mom took you. Jeez, you've grown..." He gasps softly to himself, and he digs in his pocket.
You open your mouth to say something, but close it again, just watching the man warily, especially his hand.
Harry pulls out a picture, showing it to you. It was a picture of a baby. And there was Harry, still recognizable, albeit he was much younger in the picture, about 7 years younger. And holding the baby was your old mom.