"Peter, you're going to stay here for a few weeks. Mommy and I are going on a business trip," declared Peter's father.
"But daddy, why can't I come with you?" pouted the young brunette boy.
"It's confidential stuff Petey, meaning we can't take you with us," his father replied gently. "Be a good boy for Ben and May. We'll be back in no time."
Richard Parker shut the door behind him and turned to face the pouring rain, never again to see his son.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Laboratory - Two weeks later
"So you guys are trying to recreate Captain America's super soldier blood?" questioned Richard, peering through the microscope.
"Yes, but we've ran into several problems that we could use your help with. If we could get this to work, we could theoretically begin to issue out new cures for diseases," replied his lab partner, Doctor Bruce Banner.
"Why is this any different than anything else we've done? Why is this the one damn thing we can't solve?" groaned their billionaire friend, Tony Stark.
Tony ran his hands through his hair and inhaled deeply. Their overseer, Clint "Hawkeye" Barton, sat in a rocking chair in the corner of the room, his hand holding his head up.
"I need some Scotch," declared Tony. "Anyone else want some?"
Bruce and Richard shook their head, deeply involved in what they were doing.
"Suit yourselves," said Tony, rolling his eyes and popping open a new bottle.
A creaking sound could be heard above them.
"What was that?" whimpered Bruce, looking up at the ceiling.
More creaking. Footsteps upstairs.
"I thought upstairs was off limits," murmured Richard.
"It is," replied Tony.
Clint was already on his feet barricading the door.
"Mary, honey. Come closer," whispered Richard, grabbing his silent wife and pulling her close.
Footsteps stormed down the stairs.
"There's a latch right by that table, Banner. You see it? Open it," commanded Clint, drawing his S.H.I.E.L.D. issued SIG P228.
Bruce pried open the hatch, which lead underground. The door started to shake.
"Go, everyone in," whispered Clint.
Tony went in first, disappearing into the black. The door shuddered. Bruce went next. The door fell off its hinges. Two shots were fired, two bodies collided with the ground.
Calvary Cemetry – Three weeks later
On the day of his birthday, Peter Benjamin Parker stared at the graves of his mother and father along with his Aunt and Uncle. From the church's rooftop, an ashamed Clint Barton oversaw them.
