This is a reimagine story base of the comic series of the Ultimate Spidermen.

What if Peter's aunt and uncle took in a little girl as their own while raising him?

Note: This is nothing but a FanFiction of the Ultimate SpiderMan series! I don't own any of the characters besides those that are not from the original comic or marvel franchise. This is nothing but my wild imagination I made back in middle school. Only changes would be made from my OC point of view! Also this was an inspiration from another FanFiction I read by FireFox09 long ago.

Anyway, let's get started on the Amazing Spider-Man and the Lovely Lady Arachnid~

"My name is May Parker," said the semi-silver haired woman, giving a nice warm smile like the sun, "and this is my husband, Ben." She leaned over towards an equal spouse, who offered a similar grin, making him look a bit younger than his companion.

Quietly, the girl across from them could tell that the couple was close, almost like those paid actors that are seen in those television commercials. With how they held each other's hands; their fingers woven together. The woman's left hand was reached across her husband's to hold his left, so that their matching wedding bands clinked together. They looked happy, perhaps too happy to the child. Something about them seemed fake to her, as though the bond between the two might be forced.

They looked right about in their forties. Possibly older than that, by their hair already fading gray and shallow wrinkles around their smiling eyes, mainly the woman's. The man, on the other hand, seemed to shine the brightest and drew in the girl. He was fairly handsome with longer locks then his partner that was groomed to perfection and tied back in a ponytail. But the girl should have known better not to fall for a pretty face. She had heard many horror stories back at the orphanage, especially how grown-ups change once the child is left alone with them in their trust.

It could not possibly be true, but the girl has seen other children who had returned seem different with strange markings they would try to conceal with heavy clothing. They don't directly tell her what really happened but the girl could read their body language that they have been through things that they can't explain themselves.

Then you have those other children who have been there the longest that won't hesitate telling what grownups could do to children like herself used as materials to have than to love.

With these two, on how perfect they looked, it was so unnerving to the girl that she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest so nervously, that she was desperately clinging to her old, worn and torn teddy bear she brought with her. The only thing that reminds her of her old home months ago.

Even though her home was not much of a home anyway for her mother was gone and her father was never home more often than he should be. He was the only thing she had but he never had time for her after mom had passed away three years ago. Her memory of her mom was forgotten but she recalled being held and coddled occasionally until is just famished. But her father, the girl could recalled deeply that he would come home late at night, light a cigarette and sit before the television before falling asleep. Occasionally, the girl would slip out of bed to sneak into the living to snuzzled beside her father before falling back to sleep. But one night, that all changed when a fire was set loose. The reason she was alive was someone else was in the house to retrieve her before the flames. But she could not remember who for she never saw his face again. The only thing that was taken with her was her teddy bear. The only thing that she has left.

Now here she is, standing before two strangers that claim they want her as a daughter after she lost her own parents.

"Hey, kiddo. Welcome to the family," greeted the one introduced as Ben. He reached out a hand to pat the young, dark-haired child's head. But she would shift herself away from his reach like a stray kitten, clutching to her large stuffed teddy bear in her arms and burying her face partially in the crook of its neck.

It was foreign to her that this old couple wanted a child. They looked old: old enough to be more like grandparents than suitable parents for her. It baffled her that this was acceptable. Is this why the children have returned and taken in like pound animals to these adults? She has heard plenty of stories from the kids at the orphanage, mainly those who have returned. And those who never returned, were never heard from again.

"Well, the paperwork has been taken care of. You are now the official guardians of this child," said the adoption agency woman, Sharia Banks, as she began to finish filing the paperwork.

May squealed with delight as she spread her welcoming arms wide open. "Come to your new mommy!" She beckoned the child to jump into her embrace, but the child didn't move and would sourly glare at her behind her teddy bear. She didn't need a mother, nor did she want a new family. Expectedly not fond of the name change. What is this new one? Parker was it? Why would they want to get rid of her old one, Lyon.

"She's a shy one," said Mrs. Banks with a slight hesitation in her voice, "It will take some time for her to get used to you both. I'll be visiting from time to time to check up on her to see how she's coming along." She placed the last of the files into her briefcase. With a brief moment of doubt on her decision, as she looked at the slight middle aged couple, the agent then asked, "Are you sure you're capable of taking care of a second child?"

The little girl peeked further out after hearing a mention of a second child. Are there more children?

"We're certain," Ben assured her, "My wife has been wanting a daughter for a long time. Plus, it'll be great for our nephew to have someone around his age and a member of the family once again."

Reassured, the agent nodded her head, "Right, well then, if she ever does become too much or too hard to handle, we can still transfer her to another ho-"

"That won't be necessary," the elderly man cut her off, as he led her to the front door. "We will see you next month," he continued speaking to the adoption agent as he escorted her to her car.

Once they were both gone, it was just the girl and the older woman alone together in the living room. There was nothing but awkward silence. What now? The girl looked towards the door that the two left and was deciding to chase them down, begging Mrs. Banks to take her back to the orphanage even though there was nothing for her to return to. All her friends were no longer there and there was no point in making new friends that will soon be rehomed in time like her.

"So," Mary broke the silence as she stayed low to the girl's level, "Are you going to tell me your name?" She keeps that sweet, trusting smile.

"N-Nova…" the girl spoke up finally, but her voice was muffled behind the teddy bear.

May didn't need to hear her name, for she had already known ahead of time. "That's a lovely name, Nova. For a lovely little girl yourself."

It didn't get much of a reaction from her and would brush off the compliment as if it means nothing. Huh…

"Well, Nova. You're going to love it here," May insisted to the girl. "So you don't need to be nervous around us; we're family."

"No, we're not…" the girl mumbled in her teddy bear, which got a puzzled reaction from the woman. "My mom died a long time ago, and I want my daddy back. He promised he would be back for me." Tears started to welled up in her eyes before she started to whale. Rubbing her face into her teddy bear, that seems too used to it by now.

May frowned and pulled the girl into her embrace, hugging her. "Shhh, it's okay," she whispered as she stroked her hair and back. "I know we cannot replace your family, but I promise you. We will take care of you, like our little nephew since he's also going through something similar as well."

Nova looked up at her, "He is?" she sniffled.

May nodded, and her voice became sad suddenly, "We all lost someone, which we can never replace, no matter what. But they would not want us to be sad and alone either, right?"

Nova nodded as a bit of her tension melted away.

The smile returned to the older lady's face. "That's good and I know I cannot replace your original mother, but I could one day become your role model of one. How does that sound?"

The girl nodded once again, feeling a bit more comfortable with the woman. Maybe this family would not be so bad.

May gave a grand tour of the home, starting off with the living room, then slowly up to her bedrooms upstairs. She also explained to Nova that she should not go into the basements or attic unless she was supervised by May or Ben due to the creepy crawlers and things that may be dangerous for a child to explore alone. Lastly, the big reveal was the girl's own room, which had the basic needs for a regular girl her age. Pastels of blues, purple, and pinks which Nova's eyes sparkle in awe with delight. Back at the orphanage, she did not have her own room nor bed that was as warm nor comfortable. But this bed looked like a fluffy cloud surrounded by toys that were intact and new with color.

"Is this really my room?" Asked Nova as she gaped at what was before her, still clinging to her old teddy bear in arms.

"Of course," May chuckled, "it's not like we were going to let you sleep in the backyard," she joked. "Don't be shy, check it out. It is all yours."

With no hesitation, Nova ran inside and plopped onto the bed. She could not recall the last time she felt a comfortable bed; ever. Plus, it smelled so nice like a field of flowers.

"Look Teddy," she whispered into the bear's torn ear, "You have friends now," she placed her old raggy bear down with the other toys. In her mind, they were awkwardly greeting each other.

May stood by, watching the child interacting in her room, with a warm feeling inside her chest. "Is Teddy liking his new friends?" She asked.

Nova paused, looking at Teddy and imaging his response before nodding, "Mhm, he said they are fine, but he is unsure they will like him back."

"Well, if you give them alone time, maybe they will be bound a bit more by the time you return," May responded before they could hear a door opening and closing from downstairs. "Oh good, they are home," she chirped.

Nova became hesitant once again. They?

"Come now," May ushered her, "It's time you two meet."

Before Nova knew it, they head back downstairs into the dinning room where Ben was now at along with a little boy her age.

"Peter, this is Nova," Ben introduced, "Nova, meet Peter, he is our nephew."

The two children quietly stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

"Peter, why don't you two go to your room and play with some of your toys. How about some of your dinosaur collection," suggested May.

Nova's eyes lit up, "You got Dinosaurs!"

The young boy shyly nodded, "Yeah… I have about one hundred and fifteen species of them. But, did you know there are over seven hundred? Possible nine hundred other species, and they are being discovered every so often!"

"Really!" Nova was in awe with this information.

"Yes Really!" Peter went on as the shyness between the two faded as the convention went to extinct reptiles.

"I bet you can't name them all," Nova challenged the boy's powerful mind.

"Sure I can! There is the Stegosaurus, Spinosaurus, Allosaurus," Peter said proudly as he dashed to his room calling all the dinosaurs names, Nova followed closely behind him up the staircase.

Soon enough, the little, quiet house became filled with childish laughter and little tapping feet above the couple's heads.

May then whispers to her husband, "Did we make a good choice?" she asked.

Ben pulled her close to him with a warm smile, "The best decision we have ever made."