Not connected with previous chapter.
It's funny. How one decision can change countless lives. A split second making all the difference.
The world unaware of what could have been. Only knowing what is, and pondering beyond.
One person's choice, changing everything.
There was heavy rain. Angry yelling piercing into the society deprived night deep within land it appeared no man could live.
And a large bundle of warmth, practically dead to the world.
Held close to the heart, there was near silence.
"Sh," The man whispered to the bundle. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. It went against everything he knew, all he could remember.
And yet, seeing the bundle... Being told to train it to become just like him... Something seemed to snap. Something in his chest, in a void area, an empty feeling exploding with... An urge. A need to protect the bundle.
Even from his own handlers.
With that in mind as his only guide, the man fled from all he knew, to protect all he could ever could get.
"Sh, sh. Мы будет безопасной скоро... мой сын," the man whispered.
Five years later.
It was winter, nowhere near as harsh as a Russian winter nor as wicked. It was cold, bitey even. But with people walking to and fro so close to one another creating small pockets of heat and energy. It wasn't so bad. Especially for a quiet man and teen duo.
Two males sitting in their kitchen, the younger eating a bowl of cereal, and the elder drinking his coffee while reading the paper.
"So "Spider-menace" is now kidnapping small children," the man offhandedly commented.
"He must not be doing a good job, I heard the kids all escaped," the teen responded with a slight chuckle. The man snorted.
"Apparently. Looks like there was a close call with the police," the man glared over at the teen who rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt to show a small wound. The man's glare intensified but remained on the wound.
"You made sure it was cleaned?"
"Yes."
"Good."
They sat in silence for a few minutes before the teen stood and, while calling out his goodbye, he left for his school.
The man gave a rare and tired smile.
He didn't have anywhere he needed to go, working the night shifts plowing snow in the city, and landscaping when there was no snow, he didn't have anything to do but sleep. Well, sleep and watch the news.
It wouldn't do for Peter to miss too much school as Spiderman. And though the police and heroes knew not of the soldier who wandered the streets. The criminals though, had heard of the one armed monster none wished to run into.
He could almost chuckle at the thought. Almost.
Really, only Peter could sneak a laugh out of the hardened man every once in a while.
Even on the rare occasions he was called in to the principal's office for "disciplinary action" against Peter. The man thought that the Flash boy would have learned by now that Peter could very well hold his own against the larger boy. Even before all the Spider nonsense. But, he was a large brawn driven boy looking at a smaller and leaner physique.
For some reason, the man found this all quite amusing.
So "A father" gave me ideas. Ideas are dangerous but still exist. How many weird dads can exist for one Peter Parker. So, any new chapter for this will be a new dad. If I make a continuation of any "dad", it will be in a seperate story.
And like with the first chapter, any dad idea can be used and I would love to see more.
Later gators!