Author's Note: Hello readers! This story is primarily inspired by the MCU (Tom Holland) version of Spiderman, but I pulled some inspiration for the Alternate Universe deviations from the original comic books. With that in mind, bare with me. I might make a couple mistakes, but I will try to catch them as I edit. Hope you all like it! -Writercrash

Prologue

What if one choice could completely change your life? One choice could turn your life from a comedy to a tragedy. A choice as simple as stepping to the right of a couple, rather than pushing between them slows you down enough to keep you out of an intersection as a truck runs a red light. Or ordering a philly cheesesteak rather than a turkey sub causes you to wait an extra five minutes allowing you to meet the love of your life. Or the split-second decision to purchase a Magic 8 Ball and put it in your carry-on luggage keeps you from catching your flight that is fated to crash. What if the decision that changes your life is not even your own? It is the choice of someone close to you that decides your fate.

Mary tapped her foot in frustration as her and her husband sat in a detainment room at airport security in Algeria. All because of a small toy. "The one time we decide to take a commercial flight rather than private. I blame you, Richard. Not only did you buy that toy, you had to argue with security when they went to confiscate it."

"Why can't we bring a Magic 8 Ball in our carry on? It's a harmless toy."

"I am not warrantying that with a response." Silence permeated the room. It was a baren room with only two hard plastic chairs and a metal table. Cold air bled into the room from the AC vent in the corner. With a deep breath, Mary rested her head on Richards shoulder. "Just a little bit longer, than we will be home with Peter."

"What do you think he is doing right now?"

"Well, it's dinner time there, so Ben and May are probably trying corral him to sit at the dinner table. Knowing my sister, she probably burnt dinner and they had to order pizza." Richard chuckled at that answer.

The door slammed open. A tall man with an eye patch walked through the door. "Parker! Did you really get detained at the airport because of a children's toy? I had to fly all the way down here because of a children's toy?" Nick Fury was a force to be reckoned with even when he wasn't angry. The frustration rolled off the man in waves.

Richard blubbered at the man's chastising. "I always loved a good Magic 8 Ball. Plus, I thought Peter might enjoy it as he gets older."

"It's moments like this where I wonder how you are still alive."

"I think we have Mary to thank for that."

"Come on Parkers. There is a plane waiting on the tarmac." He took one step before deciding to continue. He gave the two a stern look, "You are not flying commercial again." The couple rushed out after their boss.

"In our defense, we figured it would be less likely that Malik would stage an assassination attempt on commercial flight than on a private plane. Especially since he had a family he favors on that flight as well."

"While normally I would agree with your logic, Richard's toy might have negated that attempt. The S.H.I.E.L.D. plane is going to fly you to Brooklyn so you can pick up your son. From there, we are going to place you all in a safe house for the unforeseeable future. Until we know that Hydra and the Red Skull have been dealt with, you all will disappear. To be safe, we will not inform you of where you are going until everything has been collected. Have I made myself clear Parkers?"

"Yes Director Fury," the couple reluctantly agreed.

In 1997, eight years ago, the couple meet in a CIA briefing in Washington. They're first mission was to investigate a strange string of disappearances. During the six months of that mission, they fell in love. Two years later, the two secretly eloped before they went on a year long mission to investigate Baroness Adelicia Von Krupp, who had capture wolverine. When they returned from that mission, they had a large official wedding service for their friends and family. Logan, aka Wolverine, was present when they discovered Mary was pregnant with who would later be known as Peter. For the past two months, the couple had been investigating Albert Malik, posing as double agents within his organization. Unfortunately, the two's identities were compromised. Which leads us up to today. Richard and Mary followed Fury up the steps to the private jet where Agent Romanov was waiting for them.

"So, Parker. You managed to get detained because of a children's toy," Natasha smirked in her chair.

"Quiet Romanov… I'm never going to be able to live this down am I."

"No sweetie. I don't think you will," Mary placed her hand in comfort on her husband's shoulder.

It was a long tense flight back to New York. The Parkers spent the flight debriefing Fury on their progress before they were caught. The moment they touched down at JFK, Mary called May to inform them of their return. When the couple arrived at May and Ben's apartment, all of Peter's belongings were packed. The little tyke met them at the door, jumping into his father's arms. Richard spun his son around in a tight embrace.

"Daddy! You'll never guess what Aunt May and I did today. We baked cookies! Well, we tried to, well we burnt the first batch. But the second batch was perfect. Uncle Ben helped with those." The little child giggled at his misadventures, completely innocent to the dangerous that lurked outside the apartment walls. Ben passed Mary the young boys duffle bag of belongings.

"Do you know how long you will be gone?" Ben asked.

"No," Richard answered honestly. "It could be months, years. We don't know. Fury is going to post an agent your apartment complex for a while, until we know that Malik doesn't have plans to go after any extended family."

"Contact us when you can. I know that might not be possible, but it would be nice to know you all are alive."

"We will try," Richard looked down at the young boy in his arms. "Peter, say by to your Aunt and Uncle for us. It might be a while before you see them again."

The boy's eyebrows furled in confusion. "But I don't want to go. Why can't we all stay here together?"

Mary looked at her husband with tears briming in her eyes. She lowered her gaze to the small love of her life. "Because son, it's not safe for us here anymore. Remember, Mommy and Daddy's job can be very dangerous. We need to go away for a while. You are going to have to be very strong and brave. Can you do that for us?"

"I guess," Peter squirmed in Richard's arms until he was placed on the ground. Peter ran over and gave May and Ben the tightest hug his small arms could manage. Trying to remember everything about them. Mary and Richard hugged the couple before turning towards their new fate and identities. Mary, Richard and Peter gave one last wave to the couple before slipping out the apartment door. It would be over ten years later before the two families would be reunited.