You give Harry a grand tour of your room, chattering about literally anything that comes to mind. You felt completely at ease now. An uncle. You had an uncle.

He smiles, listening to your explanation of your fish bath toys and how fast your race car bed was, but mainly he just seemed happy to see how happy and comfortable you were. "I bet that car can drive fastest in the world, huh?"

"Yeah." You sit down on his bed, looking at Harry as he looks around.

"And you got Spider-Man to watch over you, huh?"

You gasp, looking at him in shock as you whisper, "How'd you know?"

He chuckles, pointing to the Spider-Man painted on the wall above your bed.

You blink, looking at it. "Oh. Yeah." That was close. You had promised Peter not to tell anyone his secret.

Harry smirks slightly. "What did you think I meant?"

You glance away quickly, not trusting yourself not to spill the beans. "…I dunno."

He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "I still can't believe I found you. And that Peter had you!"

You stay quiet, wiggling around a little bit. Harry laughs quietly. "You sure are a wiggly boy!"

You look down, sad, as you think of all the times your inability to stay still had gotten you in trouble… beaten… thrown into your old bedroom. "Yeah..."

Harry grins widely. "Hey, who says there's something wrong with being wiggly?"

You continue looking down, fiddling with Stitch's ears. "It's bad..."

"Well, I think you're a good kid. You don't wiggle on purpose, right?"

You shake your head. "It's the dragon." That's what you'd taken to calling the urge in your head that made you move around and act out. It was strong, much more powerful than your own will power at times.

"Yup. You're a good kid~" He ignored your comment about a dragon. Peter must have prepared him. "You always were a great kid."

You go quiet, thinking again. Harry pats your head gently. "Hey, do you wanna keep some of those pictures?"

Your eyes dart up to him, full of hope. "Y-yeah!"

He smiles. "Alright, which ones?"

You think, then shrug, not sure which is the best to take.

Harry thinks for a moment. "Why don't I let you hold onto the birthday one... and this one. I have another copy of this one, anyway." He holds out a picture.

You take it, looking it over. It was a picture of that baby. Newborn. And holding him was Harry, smiling down at him.

You whisper quietly, "Is that me?"

Harry nods. "Yeah. You were 2 days old there. You were so tiny."

You nod, staring at the picture. You couldn't think of a better word for it. "Super tiny."

"And look at you now!" Harry beams, showing off that toothy grin and ruffling your hair!

You look up at him, then back at the picture, then up at him again. You slowly reach out and put a finger on his cheek.

He chuckles. "Whatcha doing?"

You hold your finger on his cheek, your gaze traveling over his smile, his eyes, his curly hair. "You look like me for real."

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Do I? I would hope so. I mean, we're related and all!" He gives you a smirk.

You stare at him for a moment, then blink. "Wait here." You get up and run off before Harry can respond, running to Peter on the couch. "Daaaad?" You look up at him, giving him the most pitiful, pleading look you can. "Can he have a sleepover?"

Peter pauses. "Here? But where will he sleep?"

You had already planned it out, as well as various plans for what to do with your newfound uncle. "In my room."

Peter shrugs. "Well, if he's okay with it. Go ahead and ask him."

You're suddenly struck with nerves. You fiddle nervously, wringing your hands a little. "Can you ask...?" You mutter.

Peter chuckles softly, getting up from the couch and heading towards your bedroom. "Sure, buddy. I can~"

Immediately, you're excited again, running off to MJ, beaming. You jump into her lap, curling up, content. She looks down at you, smiling softly. You whisper quietly, "He looks just like me. He's got the curlies and everything."

She gasps. "He does? That's so cool!"

You nod quietly as she scratches your head. You yawn quietly, smacking your lips as your eyelids begin to droop. "You know, he really, really likes me. Someone really likes me."

She giggles softly, playing with your hair absent-mindedly. "Oh yeah? We all like you a lot~"

You think for a moment. Something about this feels different. You finally place it. "Yeah but... He knew me from before."

MJ nods. "I getcha! There's someone from before that likes you!"

You nod, whispering quieter. "He thinks I'm special. Cuz he has pictures of me. A lotta pictures."

She smiles, her voice getting quieter as she notices you drifting off. "Really? How many is a lot?"

"Like, four or sumptin'!" You wiggle, momentarily ecstatic again at the thought of someone from your old life still liking you. You hug her tight, your whisper intercepted by a yawn. "I'm… special too." Your eyes close as you drift off, energy depleted for the day.

She whispers back as you fall asleep, the last thing you hear being, "Yeah, you are one special kid, alright~"