Days weren't always easy to get through. One had to be tough. Willing to do what others were not.

That was the way life was. But sometimes, one would recieve help from an unlikely source. A young Peter Parker, down on his luck, quiet and slightly bitter. Orphaned at six, lost his last living relatives at eight, now back in the foster care system that no one cared about. He was young but he wasn't stupid. Living in foster care with three older boys, all a part of an actual gang that would have him go out and pick pocket strangers for cash, it didn't take him long to become wary of others.

He didn't have anyone. Blood was gone and he was by himself. And he was fine with that.

He stole. He survived. Until he made a friend.

Harry had been different. He didn't try to manipulate Peter. He didn't use him. He had been protective of him.

He had been the one who led Peter to his biggest secret. Being a mutated spider child.

It made things easier, and harder.

It was easier to steal wallets, but harder to hide his new found strength and appetite.

Especially with what the older boys would have him do with it. It wasn't like he could say no now.


"Yes, I understand. I'm sure he'll be fine."

The woman didn't really seem to care. One less child to take care of. Not that she really gave much attention with her busy schedule.

"Well, just sign here and you can take him today."

The man smiled. While he may not have been rich, he was more than able to slip enough under the table to not garner attention.


"So why me?" Peter asked warily. The man had been introduced as Mr. Petruski. Peter thought he recognized him, but he didn't look like someone famous.

"Why you? Kid, I know sticky fingers when I see them," he commented, showing something in his hands. Peter reached for his pocket. Somehow, the man had taken his own wallet, filled with nothing but old family pictures, from his pocket.

"How did you?"

"Same as you did kid. I'm just... a little more experianced.

Um... Trapster!

(One piece of confetti falls from the ceiling)

Yeah, not my best one. Lost sight throughout and eh... I really don't know a lot about the character. Thanks Rocker On!