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Hello, Reader. This is Worseman, and I'm here to introduce my first Spider-man fanfiction and I hope that you would like this story.
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Notes
This story took in earth-61952 which is inspired by Dc New 52 and Rebirth and fan-made by me and this took place one year before the avenger first assembled and after two years that daredevil's first appearance.
Edit: I made a small change to every chapter that I wrote.
A raging storm pouring heavily upon the New York City during the darkest night while making loud thunder to scare the children and the street was filled with many slow-moving vehicles but fortunately, the storm was slowly moving to another location.
A six-year-old boy with brown hair and hazel eyes in his blue-strap pajamas descending down the stair to the hallway. He then began to walk slowly to the living room where his mother and father enjoying their time because he was afraid of the thunder and could not sleep peacefully.
While he was slowly walking, he heard a glass breaking in his father's office room and went to check it out. He twisted the doorknob and push the door to the other side. He saw a small glass shattering on the window, letting the rain wetting the document paper on his father's desk and he began to call his father loudly, "Dad! Dad!"
"What's wrong, Peter?" His father asked while walking towards Peter.
When his father arrived at the scene, he became paranoid as he saw the scene and began to entered it to check his thing to see what thing had been stolen while his mother came into the scene while asked, "Richard, What's wrong?"
Richard began to pull out the drawer of his desk, removed a false bottom and his hand reached to the files and grab it to take out. As he took out his file, he looked at Mary and asked hastily, "Mary, pack everything as you can and take Peter to Ben and May's place now."
"Was it them?"
Richard nodded, saying yes and Mary carried Peter out of the office while he erased the equation on the board as quickly as possible and when he was done, he jogged out of the room, leaving every of his important document and research behind.
An hour later
Parker Residence, Queen, New York
Swinging his leg, Peter was very bored as there was nothing fun or interest to do but when his eyes caught on his parents discussing with his Uncle and Aunt, Ben and May Parker, in the kitchen, he stood up from the couch and began to walk. As he got closer, he began to eardrop their conversation.
"Are you sure about this, Richard? Leaving Peter to our care?" Ben asked Richard with a serious expression.
"I'm positive, Ben. I don't want our son to know about our life and getting involved with my research." Richard replied.
"My god, Richard. What the hell do you get involved in it?" Ben asked, feeling upset with Richard whom he does not know what kind of life Richard and Mary have.
"I know that it was my problem but it does not concern you and May."
"I really not sure if it entrusting me to take care of Peter because you two abandoning him and your role as his family."
"If we bring him with us, he will become a target like us, Ben." Richard sighed heavily with sadness and regret but he continued, "We don't want to lose him just like our second child."
Ben was off-guard by Richard's mention of his and Mary's second child and younger brother to Peter whose name was going to be Richard Parker Junior but he remembered the painful memories of the death of their unborn second child by the car accident. He sighed but felt his hand being touched and looked at May who was the one who touched his hand while looked at him with her sympathy expression.
Ben was again sighed but he finally decided so he said, "Alright, Richard. We going to take care of Peter."
Mary let her tears flow down her cheeks, feeling that Peter going to stay with Ben and May with the rest of his life without her and Richard but it was the only solution to protect Peter so she said, "Thank you, Ben."
After the conversation, Peter walked to his parents who were ready to leave and asked with his sad tone, "Are you leaving me behind?"
Mary bent down to her knee and gently placed her hand on Peter's cheek and smiled while replied, "No, Peter. We will come back to get you once it is over."
"Mary?" Richard called.
Mary stood up and backed away from Peter while Richard bent down and started to speak with Peter, "Peter, Promise me that you'll be good to your Uncle and Aunt and become a good person all the time."
"Ok," Peter replied.
As Richard stood up, he began to walk out of the houses with Mary while Peter watched his parents go to their transportation with his sad expression.
9 years later
"Peter! You're going to be late for school!"
Peter groaned in tiredness and annoyance that his dream was disrupted by May's voice and had to get out of his comfortable bed to deal with the totem of his school life as he wished that the school day would be short but it did not come true most of the time. As Peter stood up from his bed, he started to look at the reflection of himself in the mirror of the cabinet and saw his messy brown hair and sore hazel eyes.
Peter started to move his legs step by step like a newborn baby trying to walk and headed to the bathroom to take a warm shower and brush his dirty teeth to clean himself into a neat person.
"How long does that boy get himself dressed?" May said, focusing on cooking scrabble eggs on the pan.
"Relax, May. I know that Peter is always wasted his time like the other teenage does but he will get there in time." Ben replied, not looking at May but focusing on Newspaper.
A sound of the footstep getting loud in the stairs, Peter jumped down to the ground from the stairs, skipped three last steps and start walking to the kitchen. Peter was now wearing his white shirts with the dark green hoodie jacket outside, Blue Jeans and white Niki shoes with red detail. His brown hair was neat, there were no sore hazel eyes and he was currently wearing spectacles.
As Peter gets closer to the Kitchen with his pack bag and skateboard, he greeted Ben and May, "Morning, Uncle Ben and Aunt May."
"Morning, Peter." Ben greeted back, still focusing on the newspaper.
"Peter, You're going to be late for school." May reminded Peter, pointed at the time that he should go to school right now but Peter was, however, relaxed as he opened the fridge and took a carton of plain milk to drink.
"Relax, I'm going to reach school in time," Peter replied, calming May while drank a cup of milk when he poured it into the cup.
Ben chuckled at what Peter said, reminding him of himself at Peter's age who was a cool-headed person who always relaxes in the crucial time but now, his cool personality disappeared and replaced with hard-working personality. As Peter had finished, drinking a milk, He began to walk towards the door while took the plain toast bread on his way and put it into his mouth.
"Peter, stay out of trouble because I don't want any trouble for the third time," Ben warned Peter with a cautious and strict tone as Peter nodded, accepted the warning while smiled when his head turned around to Ben.
"Don't worry, Uncle Ben. I won't get into any trouble at all." Peter replied as he unlocked the door, twisted the knob, slide it to the other side and went out to the street. He then closed and locked the door.
"Do you think Peter will find out?" May asked as she switched off the gas.
"Let's find out in one way to another, May," Ben replied as he drank a cup of coffee.
Outside of Midtown High
Skating throughout the crowd in the street, dodging the people's walking path and jumped over the object at the same time, Peter was focusing on his path, ignoring his surrounding while enjoying his skating with a happy expression because it was not his first but hundred times that he always skated in every part of the street of New York alone.
When Peter was about to reach the school in perfect time, he was suddenly distracted on his way by the blonde girl, Gwendolyn Stacy, a new student who had transferred from her school a month ago and the way everyone described her was beautiful, smart and kindness.
However, the distraction caused Peter not focusing on his surrounding and he accidentally bumped into the African American boy who was rushing to school and both fell to the ground roughly. Peter groaned in pain for a short time and slowly picked himself to his feet while someone does the same thing. "Watch where you going, Parker."
"Sorry, Hobie. It will not happen again," Peter apologized.
As Peter helped Hobie by picking up the book and couples of notes laying on the ground but while being distracted to see Gwen walking into the entrance. Hobie however easily noticed Peter's eyes and smirked to about to talk with humor, "You should stop stalking some girl, Peter."
"What?! I didn't stalk some girls, Hobie. What the hell do you say that?" Peter exclaimed embarrassingly, trying to deny but his blush shown to Hobie who chuckled and later smirked. Peter grumbled in annoyance as he started to walk to the entrance at the fast pace while said, "Come on, Hobie. We need head to our own class or else we got a lot of nagging from the teacher."
"Sure thing, Peter." Hobie chuckled as he followed Peter.
Classroom
"Hey, Peter." A brown combed haired boy with green eyes greeted Peter who recognized him as his first best friend.
"Hey, Harry." Peter greeted back in tiredness tone as he sat down on the chair and rest his head on the table
"Bad luck ruined your day, Peter?" Harry asked, noticed Peter's behavior and tiredness.
"Yeah. I really want this day to be the best day of my life but it didn't work out well." Peter replied in sadness.
"Hey, cheer up because I got a good new: Next Monday, our school are going to field trip in Oscorp Industries."
Peter lifted his head up when he heard what Harry said, he turned his head to face Harry and said happily, "Wow. That's great, Harry. Thank you but…."
"I know, I had to tag along and I don't want to piss my dad off." Harry sighed with misery which lower Peter's mood down.
All of the sudden, a crumpled paper ball hit Peter's head as he felt a slap against the backdrop of his head. He turned in the direction it came from and saw one of the groups at the other side but he knew them a long time. Harry glared at the blonde jockey boy for a short time and advised Peter, "Don't get warm up, Peter. You're going to make matters worse if you fight with Flash Thompson."
"You're right, Harry, but seriously, I cannot let my grudge go." Peter angrily pointed at the blonde jockey.
"Trust me, I can feel your pain." Harry agreed with Peter.
Gwen entered the room out of the sudden and went to her seat which Peter and Harry were at the further distance to her behind. Seeing Gwen coming towards him, Peter quickly pretended to rest his head on the table to sleep while Harry was being himself and waved at Gwen while greeted, "Good morning, Miss Stacy."
"Really, Harry? Be formal can make me impress you?" Gwen asked Harry as she rolled her eyes while smiled.
"Hey, I tried to light up the sad mood with a funny joke," Harry replied as he smiled.
Gwen looked at Peter with her puzzled face and looked back to Harry to ask, "Is your friend, Peter, still asleep?"
"Harry, don't say that I was pretending to sleep or else..."
"He's asleep, Gwen because he had a problem with his sleeping." Harry lied quickly to cover Peter's pretending sleep
"Is it because of the noise in his home or he pretended to sleep?" Gwen asked again with raised her eyebrow.
Harry laughed nervously a little but quickly changed the subject, "Anyway, you can join us to spent a fun time because we had nothing to do after school."
Gwen shook her head left and right sadly and explained, "Sorry, Harry. I got some paperwork to do and I need to go back home after school."
Harry frowned after hearing what Gwen saying but tried to approach differently, "Do you need some help because..."
"I don't need your help, Harry. I can manage on my own without anyone's help. See you later."
Hearing the conversation, Peter was not sure whether Gwen's tone to be irrational or anger but what he remembered was that he overheard Gwen talking with her phone angrily last week. When Peter lifted his head up a bit, he started to cheer Harry, "Don't feel sad, Harry. We both know that Gwen is a busy person all days."
"Yeah but...I want to know more about her."
"Well, I also didn't know more about Gwen too, but I knew about her father."
Harry turned his head to face Peter and his face looked surprised as he asked, "Wait, you knew her father."
Peter nodded but their conversation interrupted by the teacher coming into the room and commanded, "Everyone, go back to your own seat now!"
Harry grumbled in annoyance that he was not able to ask Peter but had gone to his own table because he does not want any trouble with the teacher while Peter completely lifted his head to face in front and to be ready for the lesson.
Oscorp Industries, New York
Norman Osborn sighed while looking out of the window to see the view of the New York to reflect what he and his industries have accomplished over ten years but later interrupted by the sound of red flashing of the telephone. He picked the headset and asked, "Yes?"
"Mister Osborn. Mister Aikman is here."
"Ah, yes. Let him come through." Norman said as he put the headset back to the telephone.
The door was suddenly opened as Norman saw a brown-haired young man with clear glasses stepped into his office and walked towards Norman while Norman greeted, "How is your progress with the employer, Aaron?"
"To be frankly, it's okay but not good, Mister Osborn, including your best scientist," Aaron told Norman a truth with a bit of irrational.
"Give Doctor Octavius some time because he was a busy man and does not like to be disturbed," Norman advised with cautious.
"Okay, but are you going to say how is our progress with the Cross-genetic material, Mister Osborn?" Johnathan asked Norman with curious but later kicked himself for asking Norman.
"No need, Aaron. Your head department told me about it yesterday." Norman replied with a calm tone.
"Yes, but there are a slightly…."
"I'm already aware of that, Aaron. It would be ashamed that it would waste so you need to get back to your work with Octavius and the employer. You can go now."
Johnathan started to walk towards the door but suddenly stopped by Norman's voice and turned his head to face Norman. "Aaron, call me Norman. Mister Osborn is a bit overlap for me because you are one of the special peoples that I recruited in my life and tell my son, Harry, that I cannot come to dinner with him because I got a lot of paperwork if you saw him around."
"Yes, Norman." Aaron nodded as he went out of the room and closed the door.
Midtown High, Queens, New York
A camera flashed as it caught the picture of some students doing their own things in the school background. Peter started to scan the field to catch the glimpse of the photo picture from his camera because he wanted to catch something interesting and fun but the voice behind him started to sounded, "Aren't you Peter Parker?"
Peter jumped out of fear a bit as he quickly turned his head around and saw Gwen standing in front of him while caught his camera in time. Peter was then puzzled of why Gwen asking his name because she already knew and saw him for a month so he replied, "Yeah, That's my name."
"It was pretty funny to ask you and you became scared." Gwen laughed.
Peter chuckled in nervously while looked at the right side but not facing Gwen because he was embarrassed by what just happen but quickly faced Gwen to ask, "Why do you ask about my name?"
"I wanted to make sure that you're him, Peter. Besides, we never talked to each other except your best friend for a month."
"Well, to be frankly..."
A basketball flew out of nowhere and hit Peter's head. Peter groaned in pain while rubbing his back of his head softly and turned around to see Flash and his friends laughing and smiling at what they did to him. Gwen glared at them with her ferocious look for a bit and turned back to Peter. "Come on, Peter. Let's walk for a bit."
Peter nodded nervously as he and Gwent started to walk away together with them. As they were walking, Gwen asked, "So you and Harry are a best friend or normal friend?"
"Best friend. We met during elementary school and spent together all the time." Peter replied with answer and reason, remembering the happy memories that he and Harry spending together. "By the way, do you have any friend?"
Gwent shook her head sadly, "No. I don't have any good friend but a bad friend."
"Let me guess, Gwen. Your life was not perfect at all."
Gwen sighed in sadness but smiled with a little happiness as she does not want their conversation to be filled with negative emotions. "Yes, but my life was okay because I had a great family."
As their conversation was still going on, Peter and Gwen immediately stopped at their track when they heard a rocket sound. Their eyes looked up towards the sky and they saw the red and yellow armor man flying across the sky.
As they stopped looking at the scene while feeling down that it was a short scene, Gwen made a compliment, "I guess the scene was short amazed."
"I agree but it still amazing." Peter agreed and disagreed with her compliment.
"By the way, it was nice to speak with you, Peter," Gwen said happily as she showed her happy smile.
Peter blushed a bit and replied sheepishly, "Yeah, it was a pretty good conversation between us."
"Well then, I need to go back home, Peter. Before that, here's my phone number." Gwen gave a small piece of paper to Peter.
Peter took the paper and before he takes a look at her number, he saw Gwent was already on her move which she was further away from him. Peter then firewall with a bit of loudness, "Thanks, Gwent and see you later."
Gwent turned her head around waved her hand while smiled and she continued to walk. Peter smiled for the first time to talk with her but his moment was interrupted. "Nice job, Peter."
Peter quickly turned around and saw Hobie standing while clapping slowly. Frustrated and annoyed, Peter walked past Hobie to ignore his own business but could not resist by Hobbies compliment.
"I hope that you will get a hot girlfriend like her."
"Shut up, Hobie Brown."