Spider-Baby (джен)

It starts with a midnight snack. A 3am snack, to be precise.
Bruce creeps downstairs, opens the kitchen door and nearly has a heart attack.
Spider-Man, in full costume, hangs upside-down on a thread from the ceiling. In one hand he holds a spatula. In the other, a frying pan. He twists around and the white eyes of his suit go wide. ‘Oh! Uh, hey Doctor Banner!’
Bruce stares stonily back, feeling a headache creeping up the side of his forehead. ‘Hey, Peter,’ he says, like this is normal.
Bruce doesn't consider himself to be much of a father figure. Until Peter comes along.