You are Y/N, an eight-year-old boy living in New York City. While you can't recall anything about your biological parents, for as long as you can remember you've been in the loving care of a woman you've come to see as your mother. The two of you both love each other very much. Currently, you are sitting with her watching news footage of your favourite hero, Spider-Man.
Y/N: Wow mom, did you see the way he webbed all those guys up at once? That's so cool! You know what, mom?
Mom: Yes sweetie?
Y/N: I wanna be just like Spider-Man!
Mom: That's great sweetie, but umm, you don't have any powers.
You pouted, looking as if you might cry at any second. Sensing that she'd said something wrong, your mom pulled you into a hug as she looked down at you.
Mom: Don't be sad sweetie, it's not as if you won't get any powers. Most people get theirs around puberty and you're only eight.
Y/N: I guess that's true.
Suddenly a lightbulb went off in your head.
Y/N: Wait! I have an idea!
You suddenly ran out to the back garden with your mother following behind. It was quite late at night, although that didn't matter since it was a Friday.
Mom: Well, what is it?
Y/N: A...drumroll, please...
Your mother played along and tapped her hands on her knees.
Y/N:...superpower test!
Mom: (sighing) This isn't going to be like that time you tried jumping off the roof to see if you could fly?
Flashback (from Mom's POV)
I looked up at the roof to see Y/N. He's adorable, but he does some really silly things sometimes. This was another one of those times.
Mom: Sweetie? Sweetie, get down from there!
Y/N: Just watch, mom! I'm gonna be soaring through the air!
Before I could stop him, Y/N jumped off the roof and of course, didn't fly, just landing flat on his face and probably breaking multiple bones.
Y/N: (holding up a thumb) I'm ok!
(End of flashback.)
Y/N: No. Nothing like that. I'll just try jumping on the spot. Up, up, and away!
You jumped and for a split second it seemed like for a second you'd be flying, but you quickly came back down to Earth.
Mom: (clapping) Don't give up, Y/N! You can do it, Y/N! Mommy believes in you!
Your mother was always so supportive. And she was right. You could fly. You just had to believe. Suddenly your mother gasped.
Y/N: Huh? What is it, mom?
Mom: You...you're flying! You're really flying!
You looked down. Sure enough, your feet were hovering over the grass and continued to do so as you moved around.
Mom: Oh Y/N, I'm so proud of you!
You smiled. Coming from her, it meant a lot.
Y/N: Thanks, mom. Now onto the strength test!
Your mother tilted her head.
Mom: What exactly are you going to test your strength on?
Y/N: A tree.
Mom: A tree?
Y/N: Yes.
Mom: But if you don't have super strength, that could really hurt.
Y/N: I know.
Suddenly your face went all serious.
Y/N: It is a sacrifice I am willing to make.
Mom: Well okay, if you're sure. Go ahead.
You closed your eyes and winded your fist back, before punching the tree, giving it everything you had. When you opened your eyes again, the tree was split in half, you carrying one half with ease.
Y/N: It feels so light, it's like lifting a feather! Man, super strength, and I can fly? This is (yawn) awesome!
Mom: And it sounds like my little superhero needs a good night's rest.
Your mother picked you up. Soon you were tucked into bed and ready to sleep. Your bedroom was full of Spider-Man posters and action figures. A PC was in the corner of the room with so many games you had to wonder if one person could possibly finish them all in a lifetime.
Y/N: Mom, do you think I can be a great hero like Spider-Man?
Mom: I think you'll be an even greater hero.
She kissed you on the cheek.
Mom: Goodnight sweetie. Mommy loves you very much.
Y/N: I love you too, mom. Goodnight.
Mom's POV
After I was completely sure Y/N had fallen asleep, I went down into the secret basement, got all the materials I needed and got to work. It wasn't easy, and it took a while, but I finished Y/N's superhero costume. It would all be worth it just to see the smile on his face alone.
The next day, Saturday morning.
RING! RING!
Back to Y/N's POV
That was the sound of your Spider-Man alarm clock. You turned it off, before the police radio you always kept on started to play. It wasn't exactly a clear message...something about a crime taking place downtown? You quickly donned your new costume and were ready to fly through the window, until your mother appeared in the doorway.
Mom: Wait!
She was holding a plate of bacon, pancakes, and eggs, your three favourite breakfast foods.
Y/N: Sorry mom, but crime doesn't wait for superheroes to finish breakfast!
Mom: Alright. One last hug before you go?
Y/N: Sure!
As she embraced you with your head between her chest, you couldn't help but be aware of how warm and soft it was. For some reason, you felt weird for thinking that.
Y/N: (blushing) W-well um, duty calls!
You waved goodbye to her before flying through the window.
Mom: (sighing) That's my Y/N, growing up so fast...