May is dead. Has been for a while, but with no positive ID on the body and no friends to fund a funeral, it's as if she never existed at all. The Avengers have no idea, and Peter vows not to tell them. The risk of being placed in the foster system is too high, and so is the confiscation of his suit. Besides, it's not exactly hard to find places to squat, and sometimes a pitying street vendor will give him some food. The rest he can take care of at the Avengers Compound, on the off chance that he's invited for training or a briefing. The urge to tell them is unbearable. But he will not be a burden again. He swears it. (Currently being rewritten//edited)