OK, the actual story begins... NOW!

Warning, this is a little long. Enjoy!


Soft snowflakes fell from the clouds onto the earth below. The sky was a light gray, and the air was peaceful.

A complete opposite of what had just occurred moments ago.

Loud sirens filled the empty street outside of Queens. The noise was so loud that it could have woken up everyone in New York. A handful of police cars and an ambulance were gathered together on the empty street, surrounding the current accident.

On the side of the road, a small car was flipped and the front was demolished. Blood and oil stained the snow surrounding the vehicle, every window was either cracked or completely shattered, and the large dents on the side of the car were nothing compared to the demolished front.

The paramedics were currently hauling two body bags onto the back of the ambulance. The siren was cut off.

The policemen who had arrived were examining the area, trying to figure out if the car had lost control because of the ice on the road, or if something more sinister was at hand.

One cop, who was examining the damages on the car, noticed something very peculiar.

In the backseat, barely noticeable because of the destruction surrounding it, was a bright green backpack. It was ripped open, a kids book with torn pages was near to falling out, along with a small bag of squashed grapes.

A cold chill ran down the man's' spine as he carefully reached in and slowly took out the small backpack.

On the tag, it read: Peter Parker

"Hey boss!" the policeman called out and when the Captain walked over, the officer handed over the ripped backpack.

"I think there was a third passenger,"

The Captain's face became pale but before the man could answer, another policeman called out: "Captain! You need to see this,"

The two badged men followed to where the rest of the troops were and saw what they were looking at.

Crashed against a large tree was a dark black van, it was in the same condition as the first car, except in the snow beside the van, there were large bootprints, and small footprints, that lead straight into the woods.

Every policeman's face had paled when they recognized what area of the woods they were going into.

The Mar-Vell Woods.

The Chief didn't seem very familiar about the haunted tales that followed that forest, because he called out; "I need a search party inside that forest, we're looking for a child that goes by the name of Peter!"

"B. but- but sir," a pale officer squeaked, "That's the Mar-Vell Woods!"

"The what?"

"There have been stories of people entering those woods, and not coming back out alive... or in one piece,"

The Captain shook his head, he wasn't a superstitious man so he didn't believe the story he had just heard.

"Forget about those ghost stories and get a search party, now!"


Deep in the Mar-Vell Woods, three-year-old Peter Parker was currently clutching onto a large and sturdy branch of a tall tree.

The little boys' right hand was pressing a small teddy bear close to his chest, while his other hand and small feet were stuck perfectly against the rough surfaces of the tree. The boy was sticking to the branch like a spider.

Just a few inches below him, large hands were clawing through the air, trying to grab him.

"Go Away!" Peter cried as he held tighter onto his bear and tears streamed down his face, "Stop it!"

Far below him, a muscular built man was standing on the back of another man, trying to pull Peter down from the tree.

"Get down here!" Caine, the man reaching for him, roared, "You get down here, right now!"

"Leave me alone!"

As Kyle continued trying to reach the spider-boy, dark shadows began to surround the group.

A third man, Norman, was standing to the side and laughing at the scene. Behind him, a silhouette of a woman began to form, the outline of her body was completely black but her eyes were a bright crimson red.

"OW!" Kyle suddenly cried and he tumbled to the ground, "DAMMIT!"

When his hand had gotten close enough, Peter bit down as hard as he could.

Norman's mouth opened to release a laugh but before he could, the woman pounced onto him from behind and yanked him back into the shadows. The man was able to release a muffled scream before he disappeared into the shadows.

"You think that's funny?!" Kyle practically screamed, "Wait until I get my hands on ya', then we'll see who's laughing!"

Caine, the human footstool, was the first to notice Norman's disappearance.

"Hey, boss, what happened to Norm?"

"Shut up Caine and help me grab this brat!"

A shadow rushed between two large trees, that caught Caine's attention.

"Hey!" He shouted and pulled out a small pistol. Slowly began to approach where he had seen the shadow, "Who's out there?!"

"I said Shut Up and give me a boost!" Kyle shouted but when he turned around, Caine was gone.

Caine was walking aimlessly through the forest, trying to find whoever caused the shadow. The gun shook in his trembling hand.

"I warn you," his voice shook, "I have a gun and… and I'm not afraid to use it!"

The wind blew past him, except it carried the sound of laughter with it.

As Caine stepped into a clearing, his skin turned pale and his blood ran cold.

Lying on the ground was Normal, his eyes were black, his mouth was opened in a soundless scream, and there were two small holes in his necks. Small droplets of blood trickled out.

"My God-"

Suddenly, an arrow emerged from the shadows and knocked the gun far from Caine's hands. The man's chest began to heave as fear gripped his heart.

"Who's out there?"

The frightened man began to spin in circles trying to find who was terrorizing him. He stopped short when a man appeared in front of him.

He had long blonde hair, dresses in strange clothing, and was holding a large hammer in his fist.

"Hello," Thor grinned before bashing Caine's face with his hammer. Caine fell to the ground with a large bruise forming in his face.

With his strong hand, Thor grasped onto the back of Caine's sweater and easily began to drag him further into the woods.

Meanwhile, Peter clung tighter onto the branch even tighter as Kyle began to try and climb the tree.

"Leave me alone!" the boy sobbed and held his teddy tighter in fear.

"Shut up!" Kyle screamed before his foot slipped and he landed back on the ground. "Where are those idiots?"

"Hey!"

A man wearing an old soldier uniform, and holding a circular shield in his hand suddenly appeared in front of him. His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent.

"You know something, I really hate bullies,"

Before Kyle could react, the soldier man slammed his shield against Kyle's face. Blood began to pour from his nose as Kyle fell to the ground.

The pale soldier man stood before them, as the wind blows past him, the shield in his hand slowly disappeared.

"He's all yours, Nat!"

A woman with red hair that matched her eyes stepped out of the shadows, blood was on the corner of her mouth.

"Thanks, Steve," Natasha smirked as she easily began to drag the unconscious man away.

Before Steve followed her, he looked up towards the branch to see what the man had been yelling at. Except there was nothing. With a shrug, Steve walked away.

Once the man was out of sight, Peter slowly peeked from behind the tree he was hiding behind.

Who were these people?

After glancing one last time to where the people had disappeared, Peter slowly began to walk away.

He didn't get far because something had blocked his path. More specifically a man. Or at least, he appeared to be a man.

The man was dressed in a fancy suit, which was a bit out of place because they were in the middle of a forest. His skin was slightly tan but his eyes were pure black.

No color, no life.

"That was a neat treat kid," the man said with a smile, "How'd you do that?"

The strange man could see the fear in the boy's face, and an idea came to his mind.

The man closed his eyes, they remained closed for a few seconds but when he opened them again, his eyes looked more human. His eyes now matched the boys, except they were a darker shade of brown.

Peter smiled a little at the man's new eyes, they looked like his daddy's eyes.

The man kneeled in front of them so they were somewhat eye-to-eye.

"You know it's dangerous to be in these woods by yourself, right kid?" Tony said, sincerely before narrowing his eyes at the boy, "I think you better come with me, kid,"

Rising to his full height, Tony held out his hand for Peter to take.

"Do you trust me?"

Peter smiled brightly and nodded his head as he held the man's hand.

"Right choice but wrong decision," Tony muttered before leading Peter further into the woods.

In a clearing of the woods, there were five other people. Steve, the soldier man, Clint, the arrow deity, Thor and his Mighty Hammer, and a man that Peter didn't see during the fight.

Natasha was there as well except she was kneeling beside the ringleader with her fangs were dug deep into his neck as she drank every drop of his blood.

As they approached the group, Tony pressed Peter's face against the side of his leg so he wouldn't watch Natasha feast.

"How are you feeling, Nat?" Steve asked

After a second or two, Natasha stood back onto her feet and wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth off with a smirk.

"Best meal I've had in decades,"

The last man stepped up, he was rubbing his hands together nervously while occasionally looking up towards the sky. Unlike the others, he was dress more modernly, a large sweatshirt and sweatpants.

"So what were these guys doing here in the first place?" Bruce asked as he stared down at the blood drained men, "They got a death wish?"

"I'm not sure," Steve said, "But whatever it was, it can't be good,"

"Yeah, I can answer that for ya," Tony spoke up as he approached the group, "Like I usually do,"

The group turned to look at him with both amusement and annoyance but their faces dropped to concern when they saw Peter peeking around

"They were after him,"

Holding his teddy tighter in his arms, Peter slowly stepped out of hiding and into the opening.

"Are you gonna hurt me?" he asked, his little voice trembling

Everyone was silent at first, all of them glanced at the dead bodies lying on the ground. At first, no one knew what to say.

"No, son," Steve finally answered, "We only hurt them because they were bad people,"

"I know," Peter said just above a whisper, "They hurt my Mommy and Daddy,"

"Where are your parents now?" Clint asked

Peters bottom lip began to quiver and tears formed up in his eyes. His reaction gave the adults the answer they dreaded.

"He's one of us," Bruce suddenly spoke up, "I can smell his blood. It's not normal,"

"Which means that the men that came after him "But if they do, then they'll have to get through me and all the flames of Hell first,"

Everyone was shocked by what their friend had just suggested. But no one objected.

"They'll have to get through me too," Bruce spoke up, "Well, me and the Wolf.="

"Are you guys suggesting that we..." Steve trailed off

"Hey, I'm a deity," Clint chimed in, "That's my job,"

"By Odin's beard, no harm shall come across this child as long as I'm around!" Thor declared

"Anyone who dares touches him, will perish in Hellfire for all eternity," Natasha promised, her eyes glow red as if to swear it.

Everyone then turned to Steve, awaiting his answer. For a moment, Steve just stared at Peter before his blue eyes softened.

"Alright, I'm in too,"

"Well, that settles it!" Tony cheered before bending down to pick Peter up into his arms and rising to his full height, "Come on, Petey. Let's go home,"

"Home?" Peter repeated confused as he held onto the man's broad shoulder.

"Yeah home. You're one of us now,"


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