On a stormy, rainy night in the middle of 1991, a taxi cab pulls up to a house in the middle of Forest Hills, Queens, New York. A man, a woman, and a small child get out of the cab and walk up to the house, with the man and woman whispering to each other, with the small, little boy looking curiously at them with his large, golden eyes, with his red hair soaking in the rain.
"Tim, do you think that his thugs stole most, or all of your work." says the woman.
"Diana, I honestly don't know. But I do know that our child, our son, can't be involved with it. It's too dangerous." says Tim.
"But honey, can't we take Tim with us-" says Diana before being interrupted.
"NO! We, I, can't risk it. Besides, we'll only be gone for a week. After all, this is my cousin that we're leaving him with." says Tim.
"Yeah, a cousin that you haven't seen in, like, 30 YEARS!" yells Diana.
"Diana, please, work with me here. I know what I'm doing." says Tim.
When they get up to the front porch, Tim knocks on the door, rather quickly.
"I'll get it, Mary Jane!" says a male voice from inside, muffled. The door opens, and a somewhat smaller man, who has deep brown hair, hazel eyes, and a somewhat muscular figure answers.
"Can I... help you?" says the man with confusion.
"Peter... it's been a while." says Tim.
"Uh... " stammers Peter.
"Do I know you?" asks Peter.
"You probably don't recognize me, but you and I are cousins. I am Timothy Parker." says Tim.
"Tim?! Is that... really you?" asks Peter with surprise.
"Yes, Peter. Listen, I know that you and I haven't seen each other in 30-something years, but I need... a favor." says Tim.
A red-headed woman comes to the door. "Peter, what's going on?" asks the woman.
"Uh, Tim, th-this is my wife, Mary Jane. MJ, this is my cousin, Tim." says Peter.
"Nice to meet you, Tim."says Mary Jane politely.
"You too, Mary Jane." says Tim.
"Well, what can we do for you, ol' cuz'o'mine?" says Peter.
"I hope that my wife Diana and I aren't super-imposing, but we need you to take our son, Tim Jr., for a week." explains Tim.
"My wife are taking a trip to Japan for about a week, and what we're doing, can't involve our son. It's national security concerns and my son is only 3." says Tim.
"Tim, I'm sure you don't realize, but my wife and I have a 2-year old daughter." says Peter.
"Peter, please, listen to my husband, this is very important work that my husband is conducting." pleads Diana.
"Peter, please... don't do this to your... your cousin." pleads Mary Jane. Peter then thinks to himself for a moment, before sighing in conclusion.
"Oh, all right." says Peter, giving up his resolve.
"Tim, go on son, don't be scared. This is your uncle, Peter, your aunt, Mary Jane, and- where's your daughter, Pete?" asks Tim Sr.
"May, c'mere." calls Peter.
Within less than 15 seconds, a little girl with long deep brown hair and in a pretty, pink little dress comes running over to the rest of her family.
"Yes, daddy." says the little girl.
"May, this is your cousin, Tim. He's gonna be staying with us for a little while." says Mary Jane. Tim Jr. walks over to his aunt, uncle, and younger cousin.
"Um... hi." says the little Tim, with shyness in his voice.
"Hello!" says little May with a lot of enthusiasm.
"Do you wanna come up the stairs and watch movies wif me?" asks May, still learning how to pronounce words. "Um, sure, May." says Tim.
And like that, they go upstairs.
"Peter, if there's any problems-" begins Tim before being cut off.
"Tim, he'll be fine, trust me. It's just that my wife and I weren't expecting this to happen." says Peter.
"Thanks, Pete. This means a lot." says Tim.
"Now, c'mon, hon. We have about a half an hour to get to the airport." says Tim before he and Diana return to their cab and speed off, leaving their son in the care of Peter and Mary Jane Watson-Parker, who stand there, worriedly.
Worrying for history to repeat itself. Peter had been dropped off at his aunt and uncle's house when he was only toddler by his parents, Richard and Mary, when they went off to attend to "national security", but they never came back. Tim Jr., however, watches the cab with his parents in it depart for the airport. It wouldn't just be the last time that Tim would see his parents this week. It would be the last time he would see his parents ever. This is the beginning of the story of Timothy Benjamin Parker. This is the story of a how a boy became a man, who became a hero, who became... a god.