Fifteen years ago, all I knew was the greenery around me, the peace and serenity of playing pretend, the simple joy of telling my father: "I love you 3000."

That all changed when these strange people arrived at my home. I remember the change in my father's face, like he had aged 50 years in that instant. The rest is a blur, I don't even remember his final good bye. I have a vague recollection of my mother telling me that my father has died.

I knew what death was, I just didn't understand the implications. I met cousin Peter for the first time at my father's funeral. Through the last 15 years, he has helped keep the memory of my father alive in me. I can always see the slight twist in his facial expression when he talks about Tony.

Peter's face lit up on my Stark-Watch, and I tapped to accept the call, his bright blue hologram lighting up my dark dormitory.

"Hey kiddo! Its yuh friendly neighborhood Spiderman!" He had his ridiculous signature grin on his face. It never fails to make me smile.

"Hey Peter. What's up?"

"Its your birthday! I'm swingin'" emphasis on swingin "by with a little somethin' latter."

"Peter Parker, you know I hate my birthday!" My voice croaked a bit, scratchy from a peanut butter sandwich I had eaten a few minutes ago.

He frowned, knowing full well it was a but of a touchy subject with me. "I know, but MJ said she would kill me if I didn't bring it by."

"Ah yes. Wouldn't want you to endure the wrath of MJ Watson-Parker."

His grin slowly came back and he chuckled. "Thank you! I knew you would understand."

His face dissolved from the abyss of dark. My roommate is partying, per usual. I would be too, but today was different. I laid in the dark, ignoring the occasional ringing from my watch from friends.

Peter slipped through my window, turning the lights on, holding a lone cupcake with a pathetic-looking multicolored candle. He took off his mask, his brown tussles falling and framing his face.

"Dude, you are letting your mane get too shaggy. And you may need a shave," I remarked.

He stroked his face and smirked. "Aw, that's a little hurtful. There is no time for that kind of stuff with the higher crime rates." I looked closer at his face, dark circles under his eyes and light wrinkling dimpled his face. He looked tired.

"Oh really? What does MJ say?"

He sighed. "Point taken."

He left as quick as he came, sorry to leave me alone on my birthday. I called my mom after words, relieved to hear her upbeat and happy voice. She knew not to wish me a happy birthday, but she was content to just talk to me. We confirmed plans for coming home over spring break and said our good byes.

The hours ticked by in silence until my roommate, May, stumbled in, the stench of alcohol and pot following her in.

"Wassaaaap Morgan! You missed this totally dope party!" She began to ramble incoherently before she fell asleep around 4 am. I sighed and tucked her in, as she was only half way onto her bed.

"My best friend is an idiot," I muttered to myself.

May and I met on move in day three years ago. We both hit it off really well. She's a really talented biochem major and I'm majoring in engineering. I gaze over to our door, a picture of the red MnM on it. It was our little joke.

"Morgan and May make MnM," I mutter.

"Shut the fuck up and let me sleep," she mutters from under the pile of blankets. It was now 6 am.

"So now you decide to be awake?" I teased. "After I tucked you in like a little girl?"

"If you keep talking, you better get me some coffee or I am going make like Ultron amd drop a whole city on you."

I walked up town to the original Avenger's head quarters, wearing combat boots, shorts, and a hoodie. The hood is over my head, covering most of my ball cap, and to complete this totally inconspicuous look, sun glasses. The disguise may be dumb, but its enough to throw off the fools ready to photo bomb Morgan Stark. I make my way through the 1st level hall, passing the memorials of the fallen. First, I pass Quick Silver, the first Avenger to fall. Then Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. Then I pass Steve Roger's, who died five years after my father.

My father's memorial is next to Steve's, the most flowers and candles next to it. I avert my eyes and keep moving to the elevator. I get in, flash my security clearance badge, and head up to Dr. Banner's laboratory.