Sitting in the living room while his Aunt May made lunch and his Uncle Ben was out at work, Peter played with his wooden blocks. Babbling to himself, he stood and tried to put the last block on the very top stack. Feeling something tingle, Peter stopped and dropped the block and began to cry.
Coming in from the kitchen, Aunt May went over and picked him up and lightly bounced him. "It's okay Peter. I'm here." Looking around at what could have upset him, she found nothing. "What's wrong sweetheart? Your blocks are still standing." Feeling his forehead, she was relieved it was a normal temperature. "No fever. Can you tell Aunt May what's bothering you?"
The tinging in his body got worse as he started to scream, tears falling quickly and hot down his small and chubby face. Not being able to tell his aunt what was wrong, he pointed to the open window that was letting the cool summer air in.
"Oh. I think I know what it is. Is it because Uncle Ben isn't home yet? You miss him?" Walking over to the window with him just made it even worse. "Peter. Sweetheart. It's o..kay.." Her voice faded as she saw a strange man leaning against a tree in their yard and a black car parked in front of the house. Setting her nephew down, May shut and locked the windows and closed the curtains before making sure that the front and back doors were locked. Grabbing Peter, she called someone she hadn't seen or spoken to since her brother-in-law announced that his wife was pregnant with Peter. "James... there's a strange man in our yard and a car parked right outside. I don't know how long they had been watching-"
"May?" The next thing James heard was the shattering of glass, her scream, and Peter wailing. "May!"
May held peter close to her while she hid in a closet upstairs. She tried her best to keep Peter calm as well as herself. It was getting harder as she heard footsteps approaching the room. She held her breath and prepared herself in case she had to take a swing at the man to make it out of the house. There was the sound of fast and loud steps also coming her way. "May?! Are you here?!"
"Who the hell are-"
A loud crunch and thud were heard before James threw the closet door open. He let out a sigh in relief at seeing the two unharmed. "Come on. Let's get you two out of here." Taking the two outside, he waved to a few cars now outside of the house. "I called some friends of mine. they're going to keep this place safe. But May... I'm going to have to take Peter somewhere else."
"What?" If looks could kill, the man would be six feet under in a matter of seconds.
"I swear I will explain everything later and that Peter will be safe. You have to trust me. Richard and Mary told me that if something like this happened to take Peter somewhere safe."
Handing Peter over to him, May ran back inside to pack a few things up for him. Coming back out, she handed him two bags. "James Howlett, I swear if anything happens to my nephew I will personally-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're still scary as hell with your death threats. I get it. I would never let anything happen to him." Going over to his motorcycle, James made sure the bags were secured on there and sat down holding Peter with one arm.
"A motorcycle?! I thought you said you were going to keep him safe?!"