We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment. - Jim Rohn

Four and a Half Years Ago

WWE Wrestling Arena - Time: 8:30 PM
October 3, 2014

Ken King; a seventeen year old boy with brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses, opened an elevator while he waited, until he then heard yelling behind him and looked, revealing the man; who was a twenty one year old man with black hair that was sticking up, and the announcer.

"HEY STOP HIM, SOMEBODY!" The announcer yelled as he saw Ken. "KID! STOP HIM!" Instead of being helped, Ken got out of the way as the man went inside and pressed the first floor, making the elevator door close.

"Thanks kid. I owe you." He said as it closed, making the announcer banged on the door in anger, then looked at Ken.

"What the hell kid?! That guy had all of my money! All my hard work!" He yelled as Ken looked at him coldly.

"...Your point?" Ken asked while the announcer shook his head.

"Kid, you don't understand. Without ALL that, this place will close DOWN." The announcer said in anger while Ken stayed cold.

"...Not my problem." Ken said darkly, using the very same words he used on him, with the announcer looking at Ken in shock, then in anger as he walked away, leaving him alone.

Time: 8:40 PM

"So that means, you did all that for only one hundred dollars?" Micheal; a boy around Ken's age that had black hair and brown eyes, asked as Ken nodded, keeping his outfit under his clothes. "Damn dude... that's just cheap."

"Tell me about it." Ken said in annoyance as they continued to walk, until they saw police sirens and police tape around an area. "Hey... that's where dad was waiting fo-" His eyes grew wide as a realization came into his head. "No..." He then began to run toward the sight. "No, no no no no!"

"Ken!" Micheal yelled as he followed him while Ken went through the police officers and saw the body of his father, George, a man with brown hair that was becoming a bit white, breathing heavily.

"No... Oh my god... Oh my god, DAD!" Ken said as he was freaking out while George opened his eyes.

"K-Ken?" George asked as he looked at Ken while holding his chest.

"W-what happened?" Ken asked in panic as he looked one the police.

"Car jacker appearntly. Took the mans car and shot him right in the heart. He won't survive at this rate, so if you have anything to say, now's the time." A female officer said.

"D-D-Dad.. I'm here! Please don't give up on me!" Ken said as tears began to stream down his face.

"K-Ken... t-thank you... for... for being... my.. son... w-watch over... your mother." George said quietly as he closed his eyes, showing he has passed, making Ken break down as he held his fathers hand and Micheal grasping his shoulder in comfort.

My father was always there for me when I needed him, when I needed him in a world that was once cold and dark, or in a world where I was bitten by a radioactive spider that turned me into something... new... and now he's gone, because I couldn't stop the murderer, Lucas Wilson before. Ever since those events, I KNEW I had to make up for what I've done, that I had to officially become a man; Spider-Man.

And I've done a lot of good, defeating the same murderer that killed my dad and obtained electrical powers; Electro, The Kingpin; Wilson Fisk and his minions, Gregory and Nikolai Venzer; The Rhino, my old friend Nickolas Harvey, somebody who obtained the alien life form I once wore known as the Symbiote turned him into a beast he calls himself Venom, Cletus Casady; Carnage. Not to mention the Tinkerer for using something Stark used during the Superhuman Civil War.

My name is Ken King, and I've been Spider-Man ever since I was seventeen; I'm Twenty one now, and I still have my mother; April, my best friends Micheal and Felicia, and my wife; Elise King, along with our child; Geohn. With all of the adventures I've been through, I get the feeling parts of my past will come back, back for me to correct it. But I feel as if... what might happen if it does, that it could lead to something bigger. Bigger than anything that might be too much for me, and my friend, Felicia.