A young boy was sitting on the stairs with his eyes covered. He was playing hide and seek with his father. This boy's name is Peter Parker.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1." Peter said. "Ready or not, here I come."

He opened his eyes and started the search for his parents. He started in the living room. Nothing seemed out of place, save for the TV being on. He looked down and saw shoes behind the curtain. He slowly crept up and pulled back the curtain, only to see that it was an actual pair of shoes and a broom. He opened a door, only to find pitch blackness. He stopped at a nightstand with pictures of him, his dad and mom, along with glasses that belong to his dad. He picked them up and try them on before setting them back down. He opened the door to his dad's office, only to see a huge mess. He noticed papers scattered around the floor and the window opened. He started to feel uneasy.

"Dad?" Peter called out, not getting a response. "Dad?!"

Peter dad, Richard Parker, entered the room, and saw the state the place was in. His expression went from concern to horrified. Thinking quickly, Richard picked up his son and put him to the side and closed the curtains. Peter had never seen his father act like this before. Richard got a drawer and look through some papers that were there. He got a pencil and used it to unjam a part of the drawer, which held a file and he flipped through it making sure everything was in it. Peter's mom, Mary Parker, came in and picked up her son and left the room, but not before looking at Richard with a scared expression. Richard erased enough of an equation on the chalkboard and left the room, leaving behind a dead spider in a glass.

Richard drove his family to his brother's house. The adults were talking amongst themselves but Peter was hearing everything. His aunt smiled sadly at him. Later, Richard was talking with his son.

"You'll stay with Aunt May and Uncle Ben for a little while." Richard said.

"I want to go with you." Peter said.

"No." Richard said then kiss Peter's forehead.

"Doesn't like crust on his sandwiches, and he likes to sleep with a little light on at night." Mary reminds Ben and May as she's stroking her son's head

"Mary, come on." Richard pulls Mary up.

"Oh, God." Mary cries as she walks out the door.

"Dad." Peter said, holding his dad's hand.

"Be good." Richard said one last time before he closes the door. Peter looked on with sadness as his aunt comforted him.

Several years later, 2012

Peter, now beginning his Senior Year of high school, placed a photo of the Debate Club on a post board when a basketball hits the side of his head. He turned and saw Flash Thompson, with his friends laughing.

"Sorry." Flash said through his own laughs.

"Morning, Flash." Peter said.

"Good morning, Parker." Flash said, walking by Peter. He quickly moved forward which caused Peter to flinch.

Later, Peter was walking in the hallway with his skateboard in his hand when a girl came up to him.

"Hey, it's uh, Peter, right?" The girl asked, to which Peter nodded. "I really like your photos."

"Oh, thanks." Peter said.

"Listen, are you busy Friday night?" The girl asked. Peter was confused so he just shrugged his shoulders. "Cool. Can you take pictures of my boyfriend's car? You know, I really wanna frame a good one... for his birthday."

"That's really nice of you." Peter said. "Wow, that's such a nice thought. Yeah, I'll have a look at the old... The old schedule. Okay." Peter ride his skateboard a bit before he passed a teacher.

"Parker." The teacher called out

"Yes, sir?" Peter asked.

"You want to keep that skateboard?" The teacher asked.

"Yeah." Peter said.

"Keep it off the ground." The teacher told him.

"Sure." Peter said.

"Yeah. Wheels up." The teacher said.

"Like that?" Peter asked, holding it in the air.

"That's it." The teacher said

"Okay." Peter said.

Once he turned the corner, Peter ride his skateboard again. As he did, he passed some students who were looking at the news. He stopped and watched the news with them as well.

"Today marks four months since The Avengers saved New York from an alien invasion." The news reporter said. "While many are grateful that these heroes were here to save us from an unknown attack from outer space, there are some who still hold them responsible for this attack. The question on everyone's mind is: where are The Avengers now and will they save us from another disaster?"

Peter smiled at The Avengers. He was actually there when the attack started along with his uncle. Luckily, they were able to hide from the aliens and spent the day hiding. When it was over, they went home to a very worried Aunt May.

Peter got to his locker which was occupied by a couple in a make out session. He tried to go around them but they turned as well, blocking his locker. With a struggle, he opened his locker and got a book out. Later, he walked out to the patio and saw one of the Debate Team members. This was Gwen Stacy. Peter has had a crush on her for as long as he can remember. He quickly but subtly took a photo of Gwen when she and no one was looking.

Then, he heard chanting and saw a group huddled together saying 'Eat it' over and over. He went over and saw Flash had someone upside down with his face on a plate of food.

"Eat your vegetables, Gordon." Flash said. "Come on! Come on! Hey, Parker, come on. Get a picture of this."

"No, I'm not gonna take a picture of it." Peter said. "Put him down, man. Come on. Gordon, don't eat it."

"Take the picture." Flash said.

"Put him down, Flash." Peter said.

"Take the picture." Flash said again.

"Put him down, Eugene!" Peter yelled, getting oohs. Flash dropped Gordon when he heard Peter use his real name. "Hey, man." Suddenly, Flash punched Peter in the face.

"Come on! Get up, Parker!" Flash yelled. "Get up! Come on! Come on! Get up!" Every time Peter got up, Flash punched him back down.

"Still not taking the picture." Peter said with a strained voice.

"Stay down, Parker!" Flash yelled. "Who wants one more? One more!" Gwen came into the scene, unafraid.

"Flash!" Gwen said. "Flash... we still on for after school today? My house, 3:30? I hope you did homework. Last time, I was... disappointed in you. Okay, move. No, how about we go to class? How about it?"

"Whatever." Flash mumbled, as the school bell rang.

Gwen walked off too but not before giving Peter, who was slowly getting up as someone kicked his camera. He sat up and checked to see if his camera was still working. Later, he was in class with his head down. Gwen, who was a table in front of him, saw him.

"I thought that was great what you did." Gwen said. "It was stupid... but it was great. You should go to... the nurse. You might have a concussion. What's your name?"

"You don't know my name?" Peter asked

"No, I know your name." Gwen said. "I want to know if you know your name."

"Peter. Parker. Peter Parker." Peter said.

"Okay. Okay, good." Gwen said, facing forward. "I'd still go to the nurse though."

"You're Gwen, right?" Peter asked.

"Gwen Stacy." Gwen said.

"All right." Peter said.

Later, Peter is back at home with his aunt and uncle. Aunt May is preparing dinner.

"Hey." Peter said,

"I'm making... spaghetti and meatballs tonight." May said.

"You're serious?" Peter asked, incredulously. "Spaghetti and meatballs."

"Since when don't you like spaghetti and meatballs, huh?" May asked. She looked at his nephew and saw his bruises. "Oh, my God."

"What's up?" Peter asked, trying to avoid the subject.

"What happened to your face?" May asked.

"I'm all right." Peter tried to play it if. "Just... I fell, skating. It's all right."

His Uncle Ben came in the living room, carrying a box of items.

"Ben Parker, don't you even... think about leaving that filthy box in my kitchen." May said.

"These are my bowling trophies." Ben said.

"Oh, well, then, by all means... leave that filthy box in my kitchen." May said, sarcastically.

"What happened to you?" Ben asked, looking at Peter's wounds.

"He fell." May said. "Why you kids... ride those things, I'll never know."

"Because it's stupid and dangerous." Ben joked. "Remember when we were stupid?"

"No." May denied.

"Trust me, we were." Ben said.

"All right. Good to know." Peter said. He noticed Ben was barefoot and had his jeans rolled up. "Hey, where's the flood?"

"Follow me. I'll show you." Ben said.

"You serious?" Peter asked.

"Yes." Ben said.

"All right." Peter said, following his uncle, leaving May to finish dinner.

A few minutes later, Peter, barefoot and jeans rolled up, was with Ben in the basement, looking at the air conditioning unit.

"I think it's the condenser tray." Ben said.

"No." Peter said. "Too much water for the condenser tray or the heat exchange tubing. This has got to be the fill line."

"That's the only thing that makes any sense." Ben said, to his nephew's smartness. "Can you fix it?"

"No, not tonight." Peter said. "I'll go by the hardware store tomorrow."

"Good deal." Ben said. "And meanwhile, put this on your face." He tossed Peter a meat. "How's the other guy look?" Peter look at him. "Come on. I know a right cross when I see one. Yes or no? Do I have to call somebody's father?"

"No, no." Peter said.

"All right." Ben said. "Well, I wouldn't tell your Aunt May. I pity the poor kid who'd have to suffer her wrath. Before you come up, see if... ...there's anything else worth saving." He went back upstairs.

"Okay." Peter said.

Peter grabbed a box and moved it. In doing so, he revealed a briefcase. But this wasn't any old briefcase, this was the same one his father had, made clearly with the initials 'RP' on it. His mind quickly flashed back to the night his father left. He had the file in the same case. He went back upstairs with it as his aunt and uncle were arguing.

"Plumbers don't fix appliances." Ben said.

"Yes, they do." May said.

"They fix pipes and pump things." Ben said.

"If you ask them to..." May was about to say.

They stopped there argument when they saw Peter with the briefcase that Richard had given them. They looked at each other with concern and worry.

"I forgot all about that thing." Ben said. "It was your dad's."

"Yeah."

"He asked us to keep it safe for him." Ben said, sitting at the table. "He saw it in the window of that leather shop over on 9th Avenue. He was 19. What does a 19-year-old kid need with a briefcase? And guess who sold it to him."

"I don't know." Peter said.

"Your mother." Ben said. "That's how they met."

"He asked you to... keep this safe?" Peter asked. "Why? There's nothing in here. Have you looked in here? There's nothing here."

"Your father was a very secretive man, Peter." May said.

"Yeah, I know." Peter said, looking through the case. He pulled out a picture of his dad with another man but this man was missing an arm. "Who's that? Do you know who that is?"

"Some guy who worked with... your dad, I guess." Ben said.

"Just take this off the table, all right?" May asked, though it was more a statement than a question. "We're gonna eat. Off. And wash your hands. Now."

"All right." Peter said.

"Go on." Ben said.

Peter walked away. Ben and May looked like the past had come back to haunt them.

Later, Peter had emptied the contents of the case on the floor. This included the picture, two calculators, a couple of train tokens, his father's ID which had Oscorp on it, pens and a glasses case. He picked up the glasses and decided to wear them. He took out his contacts and put on the glasses. Back in his room, he picked up his dad's ID as a memory came back.

"I need you to be a good boy." Richard said.

"Where are you going?" Young Peter asked.

"There's something... something your mom and I have to do." Richard said.

Back in the present, Peter picked up the case. He turned it on the side and heard something. He turned it again, as if to make sure he wasn't hearing things. The sound was heard again. He looked through all the pockets and found nothing. He checked the back pocket and and felt a zipper on the inner pocket. He slid his finger inside until he heard a click. There was a secret pocket that had a file. The same one his father had. He closed his door and locked it. The secret pocket had two things: one was the folder, the other was a pendant with a bird like design. He picked up the pendant and saw engraving on it.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division." Peter mumbled.

Setting the pendant down, Peter picked up the file and opened it. There were multiple equations, but one appeared to stand out most.

"What is this?" Peter whispered. "Zero, zero, decay rate algorithm." Suddenly, his door knocked. "Yeah, one sec, one sec." He pushed everything aside and got on his desk and unlocked the door. "Come in." Ben opened the door.

"You okay?" Ben asked.

"Yeah." Peter said. "What's up?"

"Oh, my God." Ben said m, amazed. "You look just like him. Can I come in?"

"Yeah." Peter said.

"Listen... I don't have much education." Ben said, sitting on the bed. "You know that, Peter. Hell, I stopped being able to help with your homework when you were 10. What I'm trying to say is... I know it's been rough for you without your dad. And I know we don't talk much about them."

"Yeah, it's all right." Peter said.

"No, it is not... all right." Ben said. "I wish I could change it, but I can't. Curt Connors. That's the name of the guy in the picture with your dad. They worked together for years and they were close. But after that night, we never saw him again. He never even called. Not once. Go figure. She's pretty." Peter saw that he was looking at Gwen from the Debate Team on his computer.

"Uncle Ben." Peter said.

"What?" Ben asked.

"You're a pretty great dad." Peter said, which made Ben smile.

Later, Peter was on his computer, looking for connections between his dad and Curt Connors. All that came up was the photo of Richard and Curt along with an article of his parents death. One page shows a theory that Curt is believing: a world without weakness. He decided to ask him in person.

The next day, Peter stood in front of the Oscorp building, hoping to find Connors and maybe ask him about his parents.

Hey, everyone. So I know this type of story has been done to death by other writers, so I decided to try it out for myself. But instead of starting it from when The Amazing Spider-Man 2 ends, I've decided to start from the beginning. Mainly because, it's hard since a lot of those stories have been deleted or removed and I can't find any others.

And, I always thought that Andrew Garfield Spider-Man would fit better in the MCU. Nothing against Tom Holland or Tobey Maguire, but Andrew Garfield is my favorite. And his movies came out after the first Avengers movie so it could've worked. And if you don't agree with me, that's not my problem.

Also, I'll try to make it so it can try to fit better in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. This story will be like the original but I'll try make some connections to the MCU. So here's the first chapter.

Until next time, let me know your thoughts.

Also, check out my other stories, please. Thank you.