The Queen, who was next to her husband, stepped closer to him and knelt down, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Who's your father, sweetie?" He glanced at her, standing up straight as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out his dad's old red neckerchief. The whole room gasped at the sight of it. "He said this would prove I'm telling the truth, that his name is Merlin."

Finding out that his whole childhood was a lie via a freak accident, forcing May to come clean with him, Peter felt as if he was still somehow winning in life. He could live with what he found out and, in a way, it made sense. But then the Asgardians came to Earth. /May turn into a oneshot book because I absolutely love this idea so much...