Last chapter. Last chapter everyone. The last of A father. And at least 200 reviews to this point. You guys make a girl feel special.

Warnings, possible series secrets and whatnot and spoilers and stuff. At the bottom of the chapter is everyone and where they are from. If you don't care about spoilers, I implore you just to read and see who you recognize. If you want to avoid spoilers, again, check the bottom and read the list. Each story has a location to help keep things organized.

You'll know which one you asked for if any...

Gotham

Damian scowled as his father was watching over his numerous brood. He knew he was the youngest. He knew he was Batman's biological son. But he also knew that his father seemed to inevitably pick up children with "tragic" backgrounds. From Dick, to Jason, and then Tim... He knew that it was inevitable before his father decided to take in another brat.

He hadn't given it much thought, he just tried to avoid the inevitable and prove to be the best son. He had fought diligently at his side, he had run ahead often... Which in this case was more troublesome then it was worth. He had been seperated, and surrounded by some back alley wasted jerks. He was about to fight them when one was shot into the air, dangling upsidedown by what appeared to be a rope. He tried to hit different creeps only to find them in the air or on the ground. His sharp, trained eyes fell onto a figure, running in the shadows. A smaller figure than the others. He glared at the figure and then took off after it. He scowled as the individual kept the same distance, despite Damian's years of training.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiousity. This person had defeated what would have been his opponents. All while appearing to be no more than some homeless brat. Like a Robin would. He took a slightly faster gasp at his own thought. A Robin. The very idea was laughable. Especially in Gotham. And yet, this one did so.

It was... Intriguing.

He made no mention to his father. But he kept an eye and an ear out for this wayward vigilante child in his own territory. It took a week for an idea to plant seeds in his brain. It took a month for it to take root.

His father did have an incessant need to take in children, all the older wards proved that. Damian knew that this child, he could tolerate. While he did make quirky comments and made criminals mad, Damian knew he was efficient. He was worth grabbing.

Now if only he could catch the squirmy brat.

"Hey now, can't we all just get along?"

"Hold still and this will be over soon."

"I really don't like the sound of that," the dirty kid said dodging Damian's blade. As irritating as it was to not be able to hit him, there was also a sense of acceptance that he was a suitable child to bring into the Manor.

"You shouldn't. That means your smarter than most."

"Aw, is that a compliment?"

Damian threw a birdarang, releasing a cloud of smoke.

The kid tensed and paused, coughing slightly. Damian didn't wait and promptly knocked the young child out. He'd rather not have to carry the unknown child, though, certainly a soon to be new ward of Bruce Wayne, to the spare bedroom he had been setting up. He had been lucky when he didn't run into any number of the wards of Batman, nor Batman himself. He had been slightly thankful that he hadn't had to deal with Pennysworth either. The man, while a good butler, just grated on his nerves.

It appeared entirely too easy when he deposited him on the bed, a heap of thin gangly limbs and black clothes. He sniffed indignantly and walked out of the room to shower. He had to look his best for his father's apparent birthday celebration with all his wards. He did believe he would enjoy Damian's gift of a new Ward the most.

True Cross Academy

"Would you please stop petting my tail?" Rin Okumura sighed. He didn't like the fact Peter was petting his tail. But he could hardly growl at the other teen who was oh so gentle with the sensitive appendage.

"Sorry. It's just so soft. And it's not like any other demon is going to let me pet their fluffy tail."

"Kuro would."

"Kuro's your cat. You're my awkward brother from another mother."

"Would you two focus?" Yukio commented with slight anger, "You both need to focus on the exorcist exam."

"Rin's going to be fine. He knows how to use his sword and he kicks some serious demon ass."

"And Peter isn't half bad with his summon either."

"I'm only half bad? I'm sorry but can you summon a Jorōgumo? No? I didn't think so."

"Focus! Do I have to seperate you two?"

"No Kyoudai," Peter said dropping his head in mock guilt. Yukio rubbed his eyes in slit irritation.

"Peter, the Vatican is on you two-"

"We know. And we still don't know what kind of demon blood is running through my veins," Peter commented.

"Just be glad you didn't get mine," Rin stressed. Yukio went quiet and stared at the two. Peter didn't say anything immediately. Instead, he stood up and placed his hand on Rin's back. Rin yelped as he was lifted into the air, Peter's palm still open.

"I don't know, this is still pretty damn bad."

"Put me down!" Rin growled, his tail swishing around angrily.

"Admit it, this is still pretty damn bad."

"Yeah, fine. It is. Not put me down." Peter obliged and put Rin back in his chair.

"Well it looks like you three are having fun."

The three teens jumped to see their guardian Mephisto Pheles standing in his elegant and clown like glory. Appearing with no rhyme or reason in their small and otherwise abandoned dormitory.

"Jesus, Mephisto. Don't do that!" Peter complained. Mephisto chuckled.

"My name is hardly Jesus, Peter. Though a demon Christ... Anti Christ as it were would probably be Rin."

"We are not having this conversation again," Rin growled. Yukio sighed.

"Looks like there going to be no studying today."

"No doubt," Peter answered Yukio, "If that's the case then-"

"Peter no."

"Peter yes," Rin said to Yukio's no. Mephisto just gave his signature smirk letting him know it was okay. Peter pulled out a piece of paper and pricked his finger.

"Eins, zwei, drei, pretty lady," he said as he put blood on the paper. There was a large cloud of smoke and a thin woman appeared from it with eight arms and many eyes. She gave a creepy grin and leaned closely to Peter.

"Hey boys."

"God dammit Peter."

Chevy Impala

"Hell in a hand basket."

"Peter!"

"What? Dean says a hell of a lot worse Sammy."

"He's right Sammy."

"Knock it off Dean. Peter, stay in the car."

"Why? I know how to shoot creatures. I have silver and salt."

"You're staying in the Impala."

"Why? Because of demons? I dunno, demons, Angels, everything else we run into. I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

"Not scared?"

"Oh, I am. You'd have to crazy not to be. But I'm not a small child. I can fight."

"Peter"

"It's a woman in white. I know what has to be done. Salt and burn the body. Let me help."

"Peter no."

"But dad would have let me!"

"Well, dad's dead Peter, so you're staying in the car."

Peter grumbled and crossed his arms, "I can help."

"Just stay safe Peter. We'll be right back."

"You better be," Peter grumbled and crossed his arms stubbornly.

Boar's hat

"There is no way he's your dad," Ban commented with a drunken grin on his face.

"Well, no duh," Peter commented grabbing dirty dishes. "He looks like he's my kid cousin or something. He doesn't look like anyone's dad. Besides, I think Diane would kill him if he were a dad."

"No doubt," Ban snickered, "But how did you end up with the Captain as your dad?"

"You know, I'm kind of curious too," King commented in his half lidded voice. His eyes sparked with curiousity, "The Captain never has explained how he got you."

"You say that like he stole me or something. That's more your thing Ban."

"Heh heh, guilty as charged," he admitted with no shame and raising a glass.

"I believe that there is a simple means to do this," Gowther stated simply, appearing in the conversation. King jumped in his floating position.

"Oh, do enlighten us Gowther!"

"Very well," he responded gathering a small spark of magic in his fingers, only to fire it into Peter's neck. Peter yelped and placed his hand over where the magic touched his skin.

"Peter was serving at a bar full of drunken Holy Knights. Meliodas got into a fight with one of the Knights when Peter tripped, spilling food all over one of the Knights. Meliodas ran off with Peter on his shoulder and put him to work at the Boar's hat. Something about actually keeping an eye on the Peter. After that Peter began to exhibit large amounts of magic-"

"Okay, that's enough," Peter interrupted.

"Oh no, now I'm curious," Ban said with a laugh, "C'mon Gowther, tell us."

"Whatcha guys doing?"

"Oh Captain!"

"We were discussing how you met Peter and the magic that soon followed."

"Oh, you mean the web magic?"

"Web magic?!"

"Oh god no," Peter moaned, putting his face in his hands.

"Oh yeah, Peter's magic began to manifest webs from his wrists."

"Oh this I've got to see!"

"No way. Nuh uh. I am not casting that."

"C'mon, you've seen all of us perform magic. Now come on baby spider. Show us what you've got."

"Not going to happen," Peter grumbled while cleaning up the table Ban was eating at. Then, as punishment for being annoying, he took Ban's cup of ale to keep him from getting drunker.

"Oh it's on now. FIGHT ME NERD!"

Agreste Mansion

Peter took in a deep breath. Then another.

"Adrien, care to explain what the hell is going on?"

"Um... It's not what it looks like?"

Peter raised a brow and stared at his adoptive brother's attempt at hiding the floating, whatever it was. But given what he saw, he was going to assume that his model brother was part timing as the leather wearing masked vigilante Chat Noir.

"So you aren't running around in skin tight leather as some kind of furry and destroying property and fighting akumas?" Peter sighed looking just plain bored.

"Okay. So you did see that. You can't tell anyone."

"Okay," Peter said turning around.

"Wait, seriously. Do you even understand?"

"I run around in a red and blue onsie in the dead of night finding criminals and stringing them up for the cops."

"Wait, what?"

"You're Chat Noir, member of an infamous duo. I'm Spiderman, a vigilante. You fight magically influenced individuals. I fight thieves, rapists and killers. I'm cool with what you do. But stop by my room when you get hurt kay?"

"Whoa, whoa hold on!"

The little black thing floated in front of Peter's face.

"You run around without a Kwami?"

"I have no idea what that is but I'm going to have to say... No."

The black thing laughed hysterically.

"Oh man Adrien, I didn't realize how entertaining your brother was."

"Plagg, knock it off. Peter, are you crazy?"

"Juries out leather furry."

Kadic Academy, France

He never really could grasp what was going on this year. Almost out of the blue he started getting these, sensations of deja vu. It was inconsistent, odd occurance a. Usually when things would go bad. Like being hit with a ball, or an experiment going wrong in a classroom.

He could tell it was confusing and possibly even bothering some of his classmates. The fact that he just seemed to know. He had gotten his fair share of odd looks from various students, most notably Stern, Ishiyama, Della Robia, and Belpois. Any time he acted on the little "Deja vu" feeling someone tended to give him an odd look.

His dad on the other hand, was just glad that he wasn't getting his butt handed to him in every gym class anymore.

"So, Peter. What's your secret? Met some friends?" His dad, Jim asked.

"I don't really want to talk about it," Peter commented. What could he really say? That he got feelings that told him to react differently?

"I really shouldn't have used that phrase around you so much."

"Probably shouldn't have. But you use it all the time."

Hawaii

Bare feet, clean sand, and beautiful oceans. Long days, sunshine, and togetherness. Ohana. Peter loved every minute his dad would bring him here. Especially when he got to see his pseudo cousins Nani and Lilo. He knew they weren't blood, but he had hit it off with Lilo when they had met when a year or so when she had gotten Stitch.

"Peter!"

"Lilo! Little monster!" Peter greeted throwing his arms wide. He felt the small Hawaiian girl and the blue alien tackle him in a hug. He ruffled Lilo's hair and patted Stitch on the head as Agent Bubbles stood next to an amused Nani.

"He's grown," Nani commented looking at the three rapscallions wrestling in the sand.

"So has Lilo," Bubbles commented with a rare smile on his face. Peter tossed Lilo into the soft sand and rolled over onto Stitch, only to be lifted into the air and tossed into the salty ocean with a yelp.

"Yeah, but Peter's got to be in high school now right? Where does he go again?"

"New York."

"New York? Well, that explains why he's so pale when he comes here."

"Not everyone an be naturally tan like you and Lilo."

"Stop, you're going to make David jealous," she joked. Agent Bubbles rolled his eyes.

"I'm twenty years your senior Nani. I doubt David would be jealous."

"You're probably right."

Master's Mansion

Most terrifying and haunted place on earth. Peter believed that title could belong to Master's Mansion alone. While Amity was bad, it had nothing on the spooks and spirits that worked the halls he lived in. Though, given what he was... He didn't make it any better.

How the hell was he supposed to when he was like his father?

Granted, it was more of an irritation than anything. Scaring common criminals and the like. Death forbid he actually interfere with Danny Phantom. His father would be pissed at the interference in training. Or, entertainment. Something or other.

Peter was more of a warning system or something. Kept common crime down.

Still, it was awkward as hell at the little get togethers with the Fenton family. His father hitting on Maddie, Jack Fenton being oblivious, Jasmine Fenton being a quiet and angry stewing knowitall, and Danny glaring daggers at his dad and a more questioning look to Peter.

Vlad did covet a son in Daniel. A powerful half ghost son that had Maddie's blood. As creepy as it was. Even Peter thought it was creepy as hell. But it kept his dad from his exploits of vigilantism. So he could deal with the creepy nonsense. Especially when it scared the cops.

While not being as well known as other ghosts, he had earned a name for himself. Arachne-ghost. Dumb name in his opinion. There was Phantom and Plasmius and he got... His thing. At least he wasn't being called Peter in that form. An intimidating name, it was not.

Halloween Town

"You know, I could just keep you in a jar," Peter commented absent mindedly. He held a small jar in his spindly fingers, watching as a beetle scurried around, both fearful and angry.

"Who's scary now? Mr. Boogie man?" He asked with a smirk.

"Jack thinks you're dead. So does the rest of the town. And you're boys are far too scared to confirm that for themselves. I am curious as to how you would taste..."

The bug squeaked and ran to the far end of the small jar making Peter laugh. He placed the jar on his nightstand and walked to the small window, barely peaking above ground. He sighed, taking in the cool and decrepit winter air of backwoods of Halloween town.

"I wonder... How would they react to get a new scare? Someone they don't know, joining in on the hallowed fun. You always let the Trick or treaters go... But never the spider. Is it... Do you fear me?"

The bug remained still as calculating brown eyes watched the insect with a predatory glare. He licked his lips, enjoying watching his father squirm. The fear was rather refreshing. He could see why his father did it now. The sheer terror was exhilarating. But it wasn't like he would actually hurt his father. He was still, more human than the rest. He could never bring himself to kill the man who raised him. Even if the bag of bugs had been the one who abducted him in the first place. Stockholm syndrome? Maybe.

But he could never hurt someone. When he thought too long about Sandy Claws... He didn't like to think about those nightmares.

It did beg the question why his father never ate him. Perhaps it was the fear. A spider, surrounded by bugs in a confined space would equally terrifying for the both of them, even if for different reasons.

Tipton Hotel

"Mr. Moesby sir!" Esteban the bellboy called out to the head of the hotel. The Latino was a young man, fairly new to the job and had a look of panic on his face. Moesby rolled his eyes. New employees often did overreact to the smallest of things. He briefly wondered what it could be. A luggage switch? A malfunctioning key-?

"The police are here," the young man whimpered. Moesby's eyes bugged. He stared at the panicky boy and then to the door where, sure enough, there were two police officers with solemn expressions on their faces. He quickly walked over, worried something terrible had happened to his mother or elder brother. Perhaps illegal activity in the hotel. Oh he was sure to be fired.

"Evening officers. May I help you?" He asked as calmly as possible.

"We just need to ask a few questions sir."

"O-Of course," Moesby said as confidently as he could.

"Were a Ben and May Parker staying at this hotel?"

Moesby should have needed the computer to search the names. He should have needed to check the files. But he recalled checking in the down on their luck family who had just lost their home in a fire and needed a place to stay. While the Tipton was far more expensive than other hotels, London Tipton, heiress of the hotel, had gotten a bit of a fascination with the young boy the couple had. He certainly did make a good impression by telling her how pretty she was. And then letting her talk his ear off even after he was clearly bored.

She had insisted that they stay at the Tipton because they had nowhere else to go. And who was Moesby to deny Mr. Tipton's heir?

"I remember checking them in," Moesby stated. He sincerely hoped that they weren't actually some highly wanted criminals. How would that look for the hotel?

"Well, sir, they're dead."

Mr. Moesby's blood turned to ice.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"We found a picture with them. We believe a small boy was with them but his body isn't . We are letting you know because we will need to question the staff to try and track his last known whereabouts."

"Of course!" He said a little too loudly, gathering the gaze of a few guests. He then muttered a softer, "Of course," when the elevator bell chimes.

"Mr. Moesby, can we talk for a minute-" Carey Martin, his entertainer began talking with three rugrat soldiers running around her. Wait... Three?

He stared at the three wild children, two blonds, Zach and Cody, and a Brunette child with a slightly slimmer build and a pair of glasses.

"Officers. I've found him."

Inside a Volcano

Peter just stared at his father's rediculous get up. A black outfit with a large S on his chest looked, pretty damn stupid.

"Dad? What are you doing?" he asked in a cautious, maybe-I-don't-want-to-know, tone. A pale faced, red haired man stared at his lanky brunette ward.

"Trying on my-uh... New uniform! You know, for the employees. To show they work for me-"

"Dad, you're rambling."

"Peter. I'm not rambling."

"You are so rambling," Peter laughed at his dad's sheepishness, "Trying to relive "the glory days" again?"

"Something like that," his dad muttered. Peter couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you know how rediculous you look?"

"I don't think I do."

"Dad. Be reasonable. You're not exactly... Okay, I'll just be honest. It looks like you're wearing a wetsuit at sea world."

His dad crossed his arms, his face contorting into a slightly childish pout.

"Well then, what do you suggest?"

"Armor. You know. Something to make you look bigger. More intimidating. Just... Something."

"Armor. I don't need protection Peter. You know what I have made."

"You still look rediculous. C'mon dad. All superheroes look somewhat intimidating. Big muscles," he said while poking his father's jiggling tummy, "Confident strides," he joked at his father's overuse of floating, "Flowy capes," he now laughed.

His father only had a certain look on his face.

"A cape..."

North Pole

Bunny could say what he wanted, but Peter enjoyed having another young spirit around. Even if he was a guardian. Peter was sure Jack would make things far more interesting. He was just excited his guardian was allowing him to meet the winter bound spirit of fun. Despite the fact that many spirits had been around, Peter had been unable to meet any without his garb.

When he was Peter, he just hid away in Sandy's sand. When he had his thick red and blue cloak, hat and mask, he was in the center of craziness. A story teller. Anansi, the trickster and storyteller. A whisperer of stories and fables to children as warnings. They could hear only vague warnings of bad ideas they wanted to do. Peter was happy when they listened, and were able to return home to their families. He watched with laughter when children received their due karma for silly misdeeds. He mourned when they perished in greater harm.

But now, now he had a spirit like him. One that Sandy approved.

"So, why exactly am I here?" Jack asked with a slight hint of nervousness.

"Nothin bad ya gumby," Bunny grumbled. Peter held back a laugh when he saw Jack for the first time. MiM they look so similar. He was just lacking in color, far paler in comparison. He saw Tooth appear next to Jack Frost and began to comfort any poorly hidden anxiety. He felt a cool and grainy texture clasp his hand. He turned to see his golden guardian sitting with a reassuring smile on his face.

Sandy flashed his smile and images appeared over his head. Peter could basically sum it up as, are you ready?

"You think he'll like me?" he asked nervously. Sandy nodded his head enthusiastically.

"O-okay."

Sandy floated down towards Jack and distracted him with bright golden images of a body. And basically explaining that he wanted to introduce Jack to someone. Peter created a web and began descending to the ground. He landed silently behind Jack Frost, his mask and hat taken off so dark brown eyes could look directly at the new face. As North walked into the room with a plate full of cookies, Peter tapped on Jack Frost's shoulder. The frosted teen turned abruptly and stared into Peter's eyes. Wild curiousity, warm and skittish dreams, distant memories and , a fragile and guarded hope.

"Erm, hi?" Peter said gave a guarded smirk.

"So who's this guy?"

"Well, most know me as Anansi, the story teller," Peter began, "But you can call me Peter. I'm Sandy's ward."

Rivendell

He knew not of what to make of the smaller men. His lord and caretaker told him he was still too young to venture out of the city. And yet, new men came to their city, making a mess. Peter wanted to get closer to investigate the smaller men, if not for the elves standing near and keeping their eye on the men.

"Are you curious Peter?"

"Lord Elrond!" Peter squeaked. Elrond smiled down at his ward.

"They are dwarves and a hobbit. As well as of course, Gandolf."

"I know Gandolf," Peter huffed. His eyes looked back at the table where the dwarves seemed displeased at the food given to them, "It's the dwarves that concern me."

"Concern you Peter?"

"The stories. Everyone tells stories of dwarves."

"Just tales Peter."

"But you said stories always come from history."

"But stories also change. Why don't you learn for yourself?" Elrond said, gently guiding the young child to the dwarves. Peter jumped, then tried to dig his heels into the ground. Peter's efforts were in vain as Elrond easily pushed him to the dwarves. Each gave a wary glance to the pointy eared child. Peter glanced around, until his eyes fell on familar pointed ears. The non bearded man looked over and smiled at Peter.

"Hello little one."

"Hi."

Providence

"So Rex is my brother now?" Peter asked his green clad father.

"He is a ward of Providence. He has shown the capability of curing EVOs."

"Like me?" Peter asked with some excitement.

"Possibly. But possibly not. He doesn't seem to be able to cure them all."

"Oh. That's okay then. I mean, it's not like everyone picks up on the fact I'm an EVO," Peter muttered. Six rubbed his eyes.

"We'll find a cure for you Peter. Doctor Holiday is working hard for you-"

"You mean her sister?"

"For both of you."

Peter didn't say anything. Instead he looked at his hands, or well, his wrists. Small negligible holes on his wrists indicating his status as an EVO. A silk maker as it were. He he could practically feel his father sigh, rather than hear or see him.

"You'll meet tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"You two would meet eventually. Might as well be then."

Peter grinned and threw his arms around the green clad man. The man stiffened and didn't hug back but Peter didn't care. He wasn't going to be the only child EVO anymore

The Sewers

Master Splinter didn't know how his sons would react. It had been wild and chaotic, trying to find supplies for his four children. The last thing he expected, was what he actually found. Trace mutagen, and a small crying child.

"There there little one. Everything will be alright," he whispered comfortingly to the boy in his arms.

"I'm scared," the boy admitted.

"I know. What you went through is not easy for anyone, but you are not alone."

"But they were the last of my family. My Aunt and Uncle... They were all I had," he cried.

"You have me. I will not abandon you."

"You won't? Are you a mutant?"

"Of sorts. But you should know, you are not the only one I care for."

"Oh?"

"I have four sons-"

"Do they look like you?"

"Not at all," Splinter chuckled, "They are greener, and less furry."

"Like a lizard?"

"More like four turtles."

"Turtles."

"Turtles?" The boy whispered.

Splinter entered a room within the sewers.

"Master Splinter!" Four boys called out.

"My sons," he greeted.

"What the heck are you carry'n?" Raphael asked looking at the bulky mass in their father's arms.

"Boys, this is your new brother," Splinter said revealing the child's face. Brown eyes met four green curious faces.

"Hi! I'm Mikey!" Splinter's most energenic son introduced, "Grumpy here is Raph," he said pointing at Rapheal, "Smarty here is Don," he added pointing at the slightly taller turtle, " and leader here is Leo," he finished pointing at the last turtle.

Washington DC

"You know we're not babysitters," Agent Prentiss commented as she passed the youngest person in the room. Peter looked up from his book, adjusting his glasses slightly.

"You know I'm just waiting for my dad," Peter replied with a slightly irritated tone.

"Oh, don't be so serious Peter," Premtiss laughed, "My god you're like Reid."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"I only need one Reid in my life Peter," a rich baritone voice interrupted with humor in his voice.

"Hey dad. You coming home tonight? Or do you have a case?"

"No case tonight Peter."

"Aw. No sleepover tonight Mama Garcia!" Peter called out across the room. His dad chuckled as a woman with bright clothes walked out of her little cave with a pout.

"Aw. Well, there's always next time."

"You're not telling him stories about me are you baby girl?"

"What? No," she said in mock offense, "That's Reid's job. Peter tells me stories about you."

"Whaaat?" His dad said wrapping his arm around Peter's neck, "My own baby boy~"

"Knock it off da-ack!" Peter helped as he was noogied.

"What have you told Garcia?"

"I'll never tell!"

"Hey Morgan," Dr. Reid interrupted casually, "How's that rash healing?"

"Peter!"

Peter could only laugh.

Ouran High School

"Bonjour."

"Erm... Hello," Peter said shyly.

"Parlez-vous françois?" the small blond boy asked moving closer to Peter. Peter squeaked and hid behind Yuzuru Suoh's leg. The blond continued speaking French to the man, who responded in French as well. Apparently, the man said something encouraging to the blond as he grabbed Peter's wrist, pulling him out from behind Yuzuru's leg to see him face to face. Peter felt the boy pat him on the cheek to get him to look him in the eye. Brown eyes stared at the other who had a warm grin. His blue eyes sparkling. Peter swallowed nervously, unsure of everything going on with the blond.

The blond then pointed to himself.

"Tamaki. Ta-ma-ki," he said slowly. His name Peter could only guess. But it didn't sound French. Then again, neither did Yuzuru.

"T-Tamaki?"

The boy's grin grew even larger and he threw his arms around Peter happily. The hug was tight.

"Nous serons les meilleurs fréres!"

Peter stiffened in the hug, not that Tamaki minded. Tamaki seemed to just want to nuzzle Peter's hair with his face or something.

"I apologize Peter. I know you don't speak French. Tamaki is just excited to have a brother. But don't worry. Tamaki is learning English, and I'm sure you'll pick up French soon enough."

New York City, China town.

"Peter, you're a spider?"

"Well, genetically speaking I'm half spider. But humans share half their genes with bananas so you're half banana."

Johnathon Long just stared at the oldest in disbelief.

"Well, color me surprised. How did this happen?"

"Honestly? I have no idea. I just remember getting sick around the time you guys adopted me, and the next thing I know, I'm a spider."

"Well, that's not exactly normal now is it?"

"No. Please don't tell mom."

"Now Peter-bird... Wow, I should probably change that... Point is, why shouldn't she know?"

"No offense dad. But you shouldn't have seen me like this. You shouldn't... Know."

"Oh Peter. You know we love. We'd love you even if you were some sort of, oh I don't know, magical lizard creature."

"Well, that's reassuring."

"No, I mean it Peter. We will always, and forever love you. There is nothing to be ashamed about."

"It's not shame it's... I don't want you guys to get hurt."

"Oh Peter. You shouldn't have to worry about that. Why would you-?"

"Mr. Rottwood has said that he would hunt down magical creatures dad. What do you think the public would think of me if he saw what I could do?"

Echo Creek

While Peter may not have terribly close with his adoptive brother, he was not uncaring. He just would rather avoid interdemensional travel when he had superhero duties to perform.

That and Princess Star was more terrifying than she was cute in his opinion.

She shot narwhals at him. Narwhals.

Narwhals and puppies who shot lasers from their eyes. A girl whose best friend was a floating and talking pony head. It sounded like some deranged nightmare orchestrated by a little girl. A little girl with heart shaped cheek marks.

A little girl he was responsible for watching while his parents were out taking Marco to the doctor for a check up.

"Bored. So bored," Star moaned in the other room.

"Look star, hold your horses, I'll be in with food in a moment."

"You making Marco's nachos?" She asked excitedly.

"No. Marco makes Nachos."

"Aw."

"Look, I'm sure you'll like this Star."

"Alright," she whined. Peter chuckled and grabbed a back of tortilla chips and poured them into a bowl, he then put a bowl with a steaming dip next to it, and brought it out to Star.

"Ooh! Nachos!"

"Not Nachos," Peter corrected putting the bowls down, "Queso fundido con chorizo."

"So... Fancy Nachos?"

"Well uh..." Peter couldn't think of a way to really explain the differences between the dip and Marco's own nachos, "fine."

"I knew it!" Star cackled.

Old tower

"Dad? What's going on?" Peter asked an old man with a long beard. The man sighed.

"My apprentice tried to use my spell book to complete his chores," the man spoke in a tired but deep voice.

"I thought you said the mouse had no skill with magic."

"He doesn't. He lost control."

"Oh."

"Mmhm."

"Think he learned his lesson?"

"We'll see."

"Well, it can't be as bad as when I flooded the tower."

"It was worse."

"Not possible."

"I have a crystal ball that can prove otherwise."

"Show me."

"Very well."

Story Brooke

"Father, the mayor's here to see you again," Peter groaned from the counter of the antique shop. Out of all the children in Storybrooke, he was one of two who had not been born in the town. The mayor's own son was from out of the town, adopted as well. They both felt off and strange.

Both were the top of the food chain in the town.

"Ah, madam mayor," he heard his father greet. He walked forward and placed a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Mr. Gold," the mayor greeted icily.

"Peter, why don't you go upstairs whilst we talk."

It wasn't a question. It was a demand. Peter followed his order and left the main room so his dad and the mayor could have their usual lashing of tongues between one another. Subtle as it was obvious.

He used the oppertunity to walk around town and see everyone that his father would talk about. Little rumors here and there. It was kind of fun to figure out which ones were true or not. Most were true, but he could never get a read on the new sheriff in the town. Nice woman. A bit intimidating. And so plainly obvious that she had not grown up in Storybrooke. Not that it mattered. She seemed effective enough.

Like how she had arrested his father once before. She was a strong woman. Entertaining too. One was never too bored around Miss Emma Swan.

New York, New York

"Guys, this is not funny!" A small Peter Parker whined looking at his team.

"Dude, you are like, four years old. This is hilarious," Nova laughed looking at his tiny leader. The rest of the team really didn't fare any better.

"I bwame Doom," Peter grumbled.

"Aw, is someone having trouble saying his words?" Powerman cooed.

"Wha- No! I can say my words just fine you jwerks."

"It's alright Spidey."

"No, it's not! Gah what am I going to do?!"

Sometimes, he hated his team.

He didn't know who's bright idea it was, but to hide his little problem from his Aunt May, he was staying with Tony Stark at Avengers Tower. Well, it couldn't be worse than the nursery area on the Helicarrier. Then again...

"Oh wow," Tony laughed, taking Peter from Luke's arms. He had been scowling the entire time, his lower lip jutting out as he had been carried like some toddler by different members of the team, "And I thought you'd be ugly under that mask."

"You'we a jerk Iron Man," Peter complained. He crossed his arms making Tony only laugh more.

"Okay enough Tony," Steve Rogers interrupted.

"Thank you," Peter said with a smile.

"He needs his nap or he's going to get cranky," Steve joked, pinching Peter's cheeks. Everyone but Peter laughed.

"Stop," Peter whined.

"Yep. Sounds like nap time," Sam chuckled.

"We trust you will take care of our little friend?" Danny asked.

"We will."

"We? There is no we. Iron Man can take care of any child, Rogers."

"You barely remember to take care of yourself Tony."

"I take care of myself just fine-"

"-you can not."

"Aw... Their fighting like an old married couple."

Peter gave a desperate look to his team. There was no way he'd survive however long with these two if they did not stop their bickering over Tony's ability to take care of himself.

"See you later Pete," Sam said with a grin as everyone left.

"They gone?" Tony asked abruptly.

"Looks like it," Steve said.

"Good."

Peter froze when he saw two of his idols, kiss each other tenderly. Then, they both looked at Peter.

"Our little secret alright?" Steve said in a soft voice. Peter could only nod his head.

"Good. Now we are serious about that nap Peter. From what I gather, you haven't slept in, what? Eighteen hours? With the drastic change to your body, you need to get some rest."

"But I'm not," Peter began only to yawn.

"Sure. Not tired at all," Tony laughed as Peter unwillingly leaned into Tony's chest, his cheek on his arc reactor. His eyes closing with exhaustion. In no time at all, he was fast asleep.

"Why don't you head to bed? I'm sure Peter will wake up if you put him down."

"Only if you'll join me," Tony suggested with a wink.

"Only sleeping Tony. But I think I will join you."

DC's Batman (I think self explanatory)

Blue Exorcist's Shirl Fujimoto then Mephisto Pheles (Mephisto Pheles is a demon who works with exorcists who took Yukio and Rin into his custody upon their guardian's deaths)

Supernatural's John Winchester (Sam and Dean's daddy)

Seven Deadly Sins's Meliodas (anime's on Netflix, and it's really funny)

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir's Gabriel Agreste (Because having a masked vigilante and an awkward spider child is funny)

Code Lyoko's Jim Morales (The gym coach who does not want to talk about it)

Lilo & Stitch's Agent Bubbles (Social Worker anyone?)

Danny Phantom's Vlad Masters (ONE SERIOUSLY CRAZED UP FRUITLOOP VAMPIRE)

The Nightmare Before Christmas's Oogie Boogie (I blame everything)

The Suite Life of Zach and Cody's Mr. Moesby (The images were too hilarious to ignore in my brain, not that I really used them here but... Still. I can just imagine Moesby adopting Peter and then having his mother go on about how cute her grandson is)

Incredible's Syndrome (Because of the means. And can you imagine the reaction Syndrome would have if a kid he took in turned out to be, or turned into a powered being?)

Rise of the Guardians's Sanderson Mansnoozie (Spirit Peter! Signer Peter! Adorablness and Magic abound!)

The Hobbit's Lord Elrond (Little elven spider child)

Generator Rex's Agent Six (Because how freaking awesome!)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' Master Splinter (because I've seen everything in New York)

Criminal Minds' Derik Morgan (A fun flirt master and smart man who's friends with a genius)

Ouran High School Host Club's Yuzuru Suoh (Peter, in the host club. Humble beginnings. And while I love Haruhi's dad, isn't he a bit overdone? Besides... Brotherly Tamaki! And what kind of host would Peter be?)

American Dragon Jake Long's Johnathon Long (Married into a family of magical reptiles, and his adoptive son may or may not be a spider)

Star versus the forces of evil's Mr. Diaz (Spanish speaking Peter and interdemensional travel)

Disney's Yen Sid (Magical wizard who Mickey worked under and brought brooms to life)

Once Upon a Time's Mr. Gold (Peter being an odd little spider out of place in what seems to be a fairy tale)

Marvel's Steve Rogers and Tony Stark (for my favorite lil' lesbian friends who call each other Steve and Tony)

And, just so we're clear, it felt as though everyone requested Batman. Kind of, eh in my opinion, though I do have a challenge on my page for it.

And since this is truly the final chapter of this saga, I have two questions for you guys.

1. Most epic quotable line in the stories. Or scene I guess. The most iconic and memorable moment.

2. Within chapter fifty, how many of the dads did you know?