It's been two months since you left your house. Your home. Two months since you realized your parents can't or won't take care of you. Two months since you packed up your blanket, your one stuffed puppy doll, and a couple poorly made sandwiches, and left. As expected, your parents never went looking.
Those four sandwiches didn't last very long. A growing boy needed a lot of food, after all, and ham and cheese could only go so far, even if you packed them with extra cheese. Now, you had to survive off of snacks you found or passersby gave you. You hadn't even thought to bring extra clothes. Your T-shirt and shorts were dirty, and full of holes. But the box you found kept you dry. Mostly...
Two months, and you barely got a passing glance. Maybe you won't ever get a home...
Two months and a week. You think. It's hard keeping track anymore. It's starting to get cold at night, and your blanket can only do so much in that dirty New York alley. You bundle up tight and lay down, using your shirt as a small pillow. Time for bed. Maybe tomorrow...
You're awoken by a loud explosion. It's still night, but something bright is out on the street. You get up and peek around the corner. Standing in the middle of the road is a man with a purple cape and what appears to be a big glass bubble over his head. He's standing in the middle of a big cloud of green smoke, laughing. You don't have a chance to think, as suddenly a red and blue blur flashes past you, and the caped man is suddenly on the ground with a yell, scrambling to get back up. You cover your eyes, but can still hear as the two men fight.
After several minutes, it goes quiet. You peek through your fingers, and see the red and blue covered man standing over the other, who is wrapped up in webbing. You gasp as you realize it's Spider-Man that was standing nearby. His head turns towards you, and you to stare at each other for a moment, before he picks up the criminal, shoots a web high above and swings off. And just as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.
You realize you should probably go to sleep before the sun rises, and you crawl back into your box and lay down, drifting off with a smile, even though you're shivering under your blanket.
When you wake up, you feel... warm. Warmer than you have in a while. And the ground... it was soft. You open your eyes, and there's a ceiling right above you. You sit up, almost hitting your head. You're in a room, a very messy room at that. You peer over the edge, and see that you're on the top bunk of a bunk bed. All over the room are papers, several backpacks, books... You even see a few grey LEGO bricks scattered about.
You carefully climb out of the bed and down to the floor. You see what few possessions you have left sitting on a desk that had obviously been cleaned off to make room. Just as you pick up your puppy doll, the door opens. You jump a little, head turning towards the movement.
In the doorway stands a thin, awkward man. His hair is a mess and his slightly chubby cheeks dimple as he smiles at you. "Uh, hey. I ran across you on my way to.. uh.. to work, yeah. I thought you could use a warm bed... that box didn't look too comfortable." He was swinging his arms awkwardly. "A-anyway, I had ta get you out of the cold. My name is Peter. Peter Parker. It's nice to meet you."