A little boy of around 8 years old was waddling around his own house aimlessly. He was of average height and had short brown hair with brown eyes and Caucasian skin tone.

"Patrick! Come down here!", an older voice said as he immediately sprinted down the stairs. The boy, now known as Patrick walked over to his father, who was a tall and broad shoulder man with a gentle face and graying hair and a piece of glasses

He handed him a one year old child. "Hold onto Peter for a little bit okay?", his father, Ben Parker said as he walked with three other people to the dining area.

One was Patrick's Mother and the other two were his aunt and uncle. They talked for a while as he played with his baby cousin, until Richard Parker walked over to him. "Hey, he's gonna stay with you guys for a while okay?"

"Why can't he come with you?", Patrick asked him curiously.

His aunt, Mary Parker with a tear filled face walked over, picked up her son and kissed him on the forehead. The confused baby looked around not knowing what was going on as he was handed back to Patrick's father Ben.

Patrick got up as his aunt and uncle walked out the door, he looked on... curious as why they would leave.

~8 years later~

Patrick, now 17 and having messy brown hair and more attractive facial features and grown to slightly above average height, he wore a blue hoodie, baggy jeans and black sneakers. He opened up a glass display and hung up a picture of Midtown High's debate club. Before getting hit in the head with a basket ball, he turned over to see a tall young man with blond hair laughing with two others. "Sorry.", he said unsympathetically.

"Mornin Lance.", he nodded at him with a look of contempt on his face.

"Good mornin' Parker!", Lance said as he smacked the side of his head as he walked off with his friend.

Patrick rolled his eyes as his best friend Harry Osborn tackled him into a Bro hug. Harry was average height like him, wearing a buttoned up white shirt and jeans. With glasses and red brown hair. "Sup Pat!", he dragged his friend along with him, who picked up his skateboard.

"Hey Harry, where's Eddie?", Patrick asked cocking his eyebrow.

"He called me, he's staying home for today. May it be leg injuries or just laziness.", Harry said with a shrug. "The three amigos are now the dos amigos."

"Hey!" A young and quite attractive girl tugged on Patrick's hood and stopped him in his tracks. "It's Patrick right? I really like your photos."

Patrick being the nervous person he is just smiled and nodded, his friend looking as if he was about to score some.

"Are you free Friday night?", she asked him, who nodded as a look of relief formed on her face. "Cool! Can you uh- take pictures of my boyfriends car? I wanna give him a good one for his birthday."

"Actually, he has to check on his calendar.", Harry stepped in just in time as Patrick nodded and put his skateboard down

"Yeaaaah, I'll tell you if I'm free!", Patrick smiled as he scooted off with his board, giving his friend a friendly handshake to signal a thank you.

"Parker, do you wanna keep that skateboard?", one of the passing teachers said leaning out of his door way, who nodded. "Better keep it off the ground, wheels up."

"Yessir.", Patrick lifted the board, Harry looked back at the teacher as he moved back into his classroom.

"He's gone.", Harry snickered as Patrick started skating away on his board. "Oh hey, I'll catch you in a bit Pat!"

"See ya in a bit!", Patrick said as he disappeared around the corner. He hauled his back pack off as he had to shove pass a couple swapping spit in front of his locker, grabbing a text book and walking off with his board. "Fuckin freaks." He rolled his eyes as he walked off.

He walked out to the courtyard and saw a very attractive black haired young woman with blue eyes, just minding her own business. Patrick turned his attention before she could notice him... and thankfully it was warranted.

There was a crowd of students surrounding a lunch table chanting "Eat It". Patrick walked over to see Rick shoving a students face in lunch food. "Eat your veggies Gordon c'mon!", Lance said as he noticed Patrick. "C'mon Parker take a picture of this!", in response he shook his head

"Put him down.", Patrick said a little disgusted that he asked something like this. "Gordon don't eat it man

"Take. The. Picture.", Lance said with a more annoyed expression.

"Put him down, LOUIS!", Patrick yelled out Lance's real name, with a little cheeky smile, in response Lance threw Gordon to the side. "What're you gonna do? Gonna cry?", he said amused

Lance walked over and punched Patrick in the face, who still had a smile as he got up but was punched in the gut. "Get up Parker! C'mon!", as soon as Patrick started to get up he kicked him in the ribs. "And stay down!", some of the students in the crowd just walked away after he started this. "Who wants-"

"Hey Lance.", Lance turned to his tutor, Harry Osborn. "Lance, you still wanna meet up for tutoring? Y'know after school, hope you've been doing homework.", Harry said as he shoved the bigger person. "Get to class.", he said as the bell rung, he went over and helped his friend up

"Whatever.", Lance said as he turned and went to class along with the rest of the crowd. Patrick glaring at all of them with seething rage.

"Don't let em get to you buddy." Harry said as he handed Patrick his camera back. "I gotta get to class, see you man.", he said as he jogged to his class.

Patrick just sighed as he went and walked to his class along with the other students and made it to his seat. He sat down and just rested his head using his arms as pillows.

The black haired young woman from before walked through and sat in the seat in front of him. "Alright class.", the professor walked in and stood in front of the class. "Today we'll be doing a class project! Exciting.", being the sadist he is he smiled at the students who just didn't want to participate.

"Not to worry, you're gonna be teaming up with people of my choosing.", the science professor said as some were slightly concerned. Though some of it was warranted, some not to much since he picked those who either could work well together or just straw picks

Patrick just so happened to be paired up with the girl known as Felicia Hardy, up close he realized how... beautiful she was. She had an athletic and curvy build and very soft facial features. "Let's just get this over with.", Felicia said as Patrick simply nodded. "Ah c'mon, say something.", she playfully pushed him, which made him smile a little bit. "There we go, alright let's get this started... what are we doing?"

"Creating an electrical charge.", Patrick said as Felicia looked up at him. "Rubber and plastic don't really work well."

"Wouldn't magnetization work? Copper n shit?", Felicia asked as Patrick only nodded as an answer. "Not just a pretty face ain't I? Guess you're not much different too.", she said poking him playfully.

"Let's just get this over with.", Patrick said slightly amused with her... slightly.

"I'm making spaghetti and meatballs tonight, how's that sound?", May Parker, Patrick's mother. She was middle aged at least, with graying dark brown hair and soft brown eyes and at least an athletic figure.

"Really? Spaghetti and meatballs?", Patrick walked past her as Peter, now nine years old rolled around with his skateboard in hand. "C'mon mom."

"Since when don't you-", May looked up at her son who had little bruise on his face. "What happened to your face?"

"I fell skating.", Patrick quickly lied through his teeth as he had a smile on his face. He looked over to see his dad walk in with a box.

"Ben Parker, get that filthy box outta here.", May said slightly disgusted.

"Ah c'mon I've got some prized stuff in here.", Ben said as his nephew ran over and hugged his leg. "Hey there kiddo."

"Oh yes, by all means leave that filthy box in the kitchen.", May said with a little sigh as Patrick had a bottoms of apple juice in hand.

"What happened to him?", Ben asked slightly concerned on why his son had a bruise on his face.

"He fell riding that damn skateboard- oh, Peter get off of that.", May said as Peter looked at her then slowly scooted away, who he saw as his older brother gave him a thumbs up. "Could never guess why they ride those things."

"Cuz it's stupid and dangerous. Remember when we were stupid and dangerous.", Ben said with a little smile as he adjusted his glasses, his wife just looked away. "Trust me we were stupid and dangerous."

"Uncle Ben, why is your feet wet?", Peter asked as he looks down the hall to see his wet foot prints.

"Yeah dad where's the flood?", Patrick asked jokingly, not expecting an actual answer.

"Follow me I'll show you!", Ben smiled as Peter went over to the kitchen as Patrick walked behind his father with a little smile.

~

The two Parker men were in the basement, with Patrick seeing the floor of the basement being wet. "I think it's the condenser tray.", Ben said looking at Patrick.

"Nah, there's too much water for the condenser tray or the heat exchange so I'm guessing it's the filter.", Patrick said biting his finger nail.

"That makes sense.", Ben said with a little chuckle. "Can you fix it?", he asked him.

"Hmmm. No, not tonight at least. I'll go by the hardware store tomorrow.", Patrick said with a little shrug as Ben tossed him an ice pack.

"Good deal, and put that on your face.", Ben said as he went to get important stuff. "How's the other guy looking? I've seen a right cross, so do I have to call someone's father?"

"Nah.", Patrick shrugged it off as he didn't really care much.

"Best not to tell your mom, pity the poor kid who has to suffer her wrath.", Ben said as he grabbed what he could and shoved it in a box, turned and proceeded to go upstairs. "Before you come up, see if there's anything else worth saving.", he said as he walked up the stairs.

"Alright.", Patrick nodded as he looked around for something worth being picked up. He spilled something by accident and found a leather bag with the initials RP. He picked it up and walked up the stairs, hearing his mom and dad talking about plumbers.

"Oh hey, I completely forgot about that thing.", once Ben had turned, he immediately noticed what Patrick was holding. "It was your uncles, he asked us to keep it safe for em. He saw it on a window of a shelf in ninth avenue, nineteen. Name one nineteen year old with a briefcase, and guess who sold it to him!", Ben looked at Peter and smiled as he sat down. "Mary, that's how your aunt and uncle met and here's their product now."

"Why keep it safe? What's in here?", Patrick cocked an eye as Peter had no clue who his father was.

"Your uncle was a very secretive man, Patrick.", May said as Patrick rummaged through and took out an old photo of his uncle and another man he couldn't recognized.

"Who's he?", Patrick cocked an eyebrow as he showed his mother and father.

"Dunno. Some guy who worked with your father.", Ben said as Patrick grew intrigued. The day they left Patrick couldn't help but wonder what happened to them, where are they? Why haven't they picked up Peter yet? He felt... angered at their disappearance.

"Just take this off the table and wash your hands.", May said as she walked back to the kitchen. "I'm making dinner!"

Ben nudged him to check it out, in which Patrick did. Not wanting to show Peter anything yet. He first stopped at the bathroom to remove his contact lenses then put on a pair of glasses, adjusting his eyes at first but regardless.

He rummaged through the bag in his room, which was directly across from Peter's and found a badge from Oscorp, and found another one from Stark Enterprises. "He worked for both?...", he was... confused to say the least, he never knew his uncle much. Patrick remembered his words that night and realized just how much they missed on Peter's life.

He picked up the briefcase and examined inside it for something, before turning it around and unzipping it. Feeling around before he picked up something, he quickly closed his door and used a little device he made out of stuff from a dumpster and locked the door.

What he had was a file, picking up a page that had something called the '00 decay rate algorithm', and another called 'GR-35'. "What is this?", he asked aloud before there was a knock at his door. "Gimme a second." He quickly out the stuff away and used his remote to unlock the door, with Ben stepping in.

"You okay Pat?", his father asked worried.

"Just goin through the briefcase Uncle Richard had.", Patrick said looking back at it.

"Can I come in?", Ben asked his son, who nodded. In response he walked in and closed the door, picking up the rubix cube he kept on his desk. "Listen, I don't have much education... heh, I stopped helping with your homework once you turned eight. Look, I'm sorry for not telling you about this, or Peter."

"It's fine-", Patrick was cut off by his father putting his hand up.

"It's not. It's really not, I haven't seen him since then and I wish I could change it... but I can't... Curt Conners, that's the name of the guy in the picture with your uncle.", Ben said, he had met him once and he seemed like a decently nice guy, if not a little weird. "He worked with him for years, but after that night we never saw him again... never even called. But what's new?", Ben looked over to see Felicia Hardy along with the debate team on his computer. "She's cute...", he said as he got up.

"Hey dad...", Patrick looked up at him. "I love you.", he said as his father smiled. "And I think you're doing great so far."

"I love you too kid.", Ben said as he walked out the door, leaving his son alone.

His son had a new goal in mind though. Patrick needed to find out what happened to his aunt and uncle, who this Curt Conners guy was. He need the answer for his curiosity, and to tell Peter what happened to them all together.

He spent a few minutes researching what happened to his aunt and uncle first... the Daily Bugle had put out an article about Richard and Mary Parker dying in a plane crash... that answered one. But he had to find a way to meet Curt... and what you would have it, there was an internship, although it was closed.

No matter, he's got an idea.

/End/