Peter remained silent as he was escorted out of the orphanage. He had lost his mother and father, along with his Aunt and Uncle. He thought he was all alone. He had been for about a year. When, out of the blue, a godfather he never knew he had appeared. He seemed to be okay enough for the matron to let Peter leave with him.
He was pale, and looked sickly. Peter didn't look into his thick glasses. He didn't want to see the man's eyes, for fear that he was as scary as the rest of his appearance.
"Well, aren't you going to say hello Peter?"
"Um... Hi," he said shyly looking at his face.
"Hello Peter," the man spoke with a slightly metallic sounding voice. He flinched a little and looked away, "It's alright. I know I don't look the best. But I am here for you. Do you know who I am?"
"My godfather," Peter answered.
"That's right. You see, when you were born, your father worked with me. We were friends and colleagues. So when your mom was pregnant with you, they asked me to watch over you should anything happen. I know I wasn't able to be there when your parents died, or even when your Aunt and Uncle passed. Work took over and I couldn't get away. But, I am here now. I hope you are happy with me."
Peter grew up in the shadows with his godfather, being homeschooled by the brilliant man. He was there as his health deteriorated. The man was there when his employers experiment mutated him. He was there to help him get stronger, and keep him safe. Peter took care of the man's personal needs as he needed to rely on his mechanical appendages.
They were both there for each other when SHIELD and Norman Osborn began searching for the ever elusive Spiderman.
"Norman would stop if you had a sample right?" Peter asked his guardian.
"No Peter. I am not taking your blood. I will not turn you into an experiment."
"But Norman-!"
"Forget Norman Peter. I will not use you as a Guinea pig. Even if it was just a sample from you," he argued, using his limbs to bring him closer to Peter.
"I may do terrible things Peter, but I will not go back on the word I gave your father. Are we clear?"
"Yes Doctor Octavious," Peter responded dejectedly. The man's expression softened.
"You know I do this because I care. I know what Norman plans on doing with your DNA."
"He wants soldiers. So what. Lots of governments do sketchy things to get soldiers. Look at Captain America!"
"You aren't Captain America! We aren't in war. We aren't even working for the government. He'd be using you as a means of profit. I will not make you an item."
"But your health-"
"Not on your life. End of discussion."
Peter went silent and focused back on the work his guardian assigned him for his education.
Well, Doc Ock has just graced us with his presence. How many dads? And this is more protective than I thought it would be. But, it is what it is. And, there is no way Peter could hide his powers from him. So... Yeah.
