An extraordinary child was born who radiated light. After that, reports of people with superpowers popped up across the globe. No one knew what was causing these Quirks Before long, the supernatural became normal. Dreams are reality. The world became a superhuman society with about 80% of the population possessing some uncanny ability. Our streets looked like scenes from comic books. In a city swirled with chaos and confusion, a new profession dominated our collective consciousness. It was an age of heroes.
"Come on, Peter will be fine," whispers Richard, a man with brown hair, trying to reassure his wife.
Mary, the woman in front of him, looks worried. "Richard, you know we can't just leave him here," she says, her voice filled with concern.
Richard cuts in, his tone resolute. "We have no choice, Mary. We'll be back for him, and we can't take him with us right now." He looks at Mary, hoping she understands the difficult decision they have to make.
Mary nods her head, her eyes filled with tears. She takes a deep breath and walks up to Peter. Bending down, she whispers, "I love you, Peter," and kisses him gently on the head. She quickly gathers herself and joins her husband at the door. "Let's go, Mary. It will be okay," Richard says, comforting her.
With heavy hearts, Richard and Mary leave the house, hoping that their absence will ultimately lead to a better future for their beloved Peter.
On a delightful Saturday morning, a young boy leapt out of bed with infectious excitement, eager to indulge in his favourite cartoon. With a burst of energy, he sprinted towards the TV, positioning himself as close as possible before switching it on. "THE AVENGERS: EARTH'S MIGHTIEST HEROES!" illuminated the screen, instantly captivating the boy's attention. This was his ultimate show, a source of inspiration that ignited his imagination to combat villains just like his beloved heroes.
"WOW!" The boy gasped in awe as he witnessed the thrilling action unfolding before his eyes. His favourite hero triumphed over the nefarious forces of evil. "Iron Man is so cool," he whispered, his mind enveloped in daydreams of heroic exploits. Jumping off furniture and mimicking daring moves, he lost himself in the world of make-believe, fighting imaginary villains with unwavering determination.
Amidst the boy's imaginative play, his uncle entered the room and sat down beside him. Observing the flurry of energy, he chuckled warmly. "You have an abundance of energy, Peter. What are we going to do with you?" he remarked playfully, hoping to catch the boy's attention.
Startled, the boy momentarily broke free from his make-believe battle. He turned to his uncle with a smile, his eyes gleaming with admiration for his fictional heroes. "Sorry, Uncle Ben," he responded, his enthusiasm still palpable. "I just really love this show. It's probably my all-time favourite. One day, when I get my quirk, I'll be a hero like them. Maybe even as cool as Iron Man!"
Uncle Ben couldn't help but be amused by his nephew's dreams and aspirations. With a warm smile, he gently ruffled the boy's hair. "Well, Peter, I do not doubt that you will become a remarkable hero when you grow up," he said, his voice brimming with pride. "You sure have the heart of one."
Peter and his uncle sat side by side, fully engrossed in the show, only taking brief breaks during the commercials. The bonding experience felt reminiscent of the times he spent with his father. Lost in his thoughts, he couldn't help but voice his longing. "When is Dad coming home?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and anticipation.
Ben was caught off guard by the question, but he quickly composed himself. Glancing at his watch, he checked the time before answering, "Well, he and your mother should be on the plane right now." Just as he finished speaking, May chimed in, her voice carrying excitement. "BUT THEY WILL BE BACK IN ABOUT A WEEK OR SO!"
Grateful for May's interjection, Ben chuckled and added, "Thank you, May. You heard it, Peter. They'll be back soon enough. You have a date to look forward to."
Peter's excitement continued to build as he prepared for the upcoming date with his parents.
"HEY, YOU TWO, GET IN HERE! FOOD IS READY!" May's voice echoed through the house, laced with a playful tone. "IT'S NOT GETTING ANY FRESHER!" Peter and Ben made their way to the dining area, with May encouraging them along. Ben gently pushed Peter forward, and they settled into their seats.
"Now that we're all seated, let me reveal the masterpiece," May exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She opened a glass container, unveiling her creation. "It's my world-famous meatloaf!"
Peter's face contorted in disgust as he caught sight of the dish. "Ew, I don't like meatloaf," he exclaimed, his distaste evident. His reaction took aback May but couldn't help but tease him. "Too bad, that's the only thing I made," she said, sticking her tongue out playfully. Ben chuckled at their banter, enjoying the light-hearted moment.
With the meal prepared, May turned her attention to the radio she had sitting nearby. Its appearance indicated years of use and wear. As she switched it on, the crackling sound filled the room, she fiddled with the knob until she had the right setting.
As music filled the room, the atmosphere remained tranquil, with occasional jokes punctuating the silence. Suddenly, the peaceful ambience was shattered by the urgent announcement: "Breaking news..."
The words cut through the air, halting the music May and Ben had been enjoying. Their heads snapped up, their expressions turning. "A Boeing 737-30 has plummeted out of the sky," the news anchor reported, the gravity of the situation hanging heavy in the air. "The flight, carrying 12 passengers, was en route to Germany."
May's hand instinctively covered her mouth in shock as she rose from her seat, her eyes brimming with concern. Ben mirrored her actions, hastily reaching for his phone to gather more information. Meanwhile, Peter remained seated, his young mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of what was happening.
The news continued to unfold, each word etching a sense of tragedy. "All 12 passengers are dead. The plane crashed in a German forest, where they perished upon impact. The cause of the crash is still under investigation."
Silence enveloped the room as the weight of the news settled upon them.
May and Ben exchanged a solemn glance before moving closer to Peter, their expressions filled with sorrow. Ben took a deep breath, steeling himself to deliver the devastating news. May's tears flowed freely, her anguish palpable.
"Peter, we have some heartbreaking news," Ben began, his voice trembling with emotion. "It's something you may not want to hear, but we need to tell you." The weight of the words hung heavy in the air as he struggled to find the right way to convey the painful truth.
"That plane crash you heard on the news," Ben continued, his voice cracking, "your parents were on that flight."
Peter's heart skipped a beat as the realisation set in. The world seemed to blur around him, and his eyes widened in shock. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling over as the grief washed over him. May, overcome with anguish herself, immediately enveloped him in a tight embrace, offering solace and comfort.
"I'm so sorry, hun," May whispered, her voice choking with sorrow. "I wish it hadn't happened. We're here for you, Peter. We love you." She held him close, providing a haven for his pain as he cried, his tears soaking her shoulder.
After weeks of mourning, Peter reluctantly returned to school, carrying the weight of his loss in his heart. As he walked through the corridors, his eyes caught sight of a crowd gathered around a blonde boy. Curiosity sparked within him, and he attempted to peer over the heads, but his small stature hindered his view.
"Hey, Eugene!" Peter called out, raising his voice above the commotion. The blonde boy turned and made his way toward Peter. "Hey, Parker. Guess who finally got their quirk," Eugene said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Peter's eyes widened with genuine enthusiasm. "You got your quirk, Eugene? That's incredible! Can I see it?" he eagerly asked. Eugene extended his hand, and to Peter's amazement, a dark substance enveloped it. "WOW!" Peter exclaimed, captivated by the display. "That's so cool! When I get my quirk, it's going to be just as amazing. Then we can become superheroes together!"
Eugene gave Peter a thumbs-up, a smile spreading across his face. "It'll be awesome, Peter! But my quirk will always be the coolest."
As the day unfolded, Peter and Eugene engaged in an animated conversation, their innocent voices filling the air. They chatted enthusiastically about Eugene's impressive quirk and its incredible abilities, each of them imagining their quirks to be just as remarkable.
"Hey, Parker, are you going to the doctor today?" Eugene asked with anticipation, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "My dad said your aunt is taking you to find out anything about your quirk!"
Peter nodded eagerly, a bright smile lighting up his face. "Yeah! Today's the day! I hope I discover something really cool like my uncle's or my dad's!"
Eugene was curious about Peter's family, his little mind eager for answers. "Oh, right! Your uncle had a quirk for fighting, didn't he?" he pondered aloud. "Why didn't he become a hero?"
Peter's brows furrowed as he searched for an explanation. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Maybe your dad knows. He was good friends with my uncle!" Their conversation carried on filled with questions about heroes.
The day wore on, and Peter returned home with his Aunt May.
"Peter, can you believe it? You're finally going to find out what kind of quirk you have!" May exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. Peter nodded vigorously, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Let's get going, Aunt May! I can't wait!"
"I'm sorry, but he is quirkless," the doctor's words echoed in the room, hitting Peter like a crushing blow. His hopes and dreams came crashing down around him - he couldn't be a hero, not without a quirk.
"Doctor Octavius, are you sure?" May interjected quickly, her voice filled with desperation. She couldn't bear to see Peter so devastated. "I'm sorry, May, but it appears he is quirkless," Octavius responded, his voice tinged with confusion. "It's puzzling, considering both his parents had quirks, and there's no known history of quirklessness in his family."
"How is that even possible?" May's voice quivered with disbelief.
Octavius sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "Allow me to show you something," he said, a robotic arm extending from his back to retrieve an X-ray. "Take a look at Peter's pinky. Normally, with individuals who have a quirk, it is single-jointed. However, Peter's pinky is double-jointed, a characteristic present in around 90 per cent of quirkless individuals."
"So, there's still a chance he could develop a quirk, right?" May grasped onto a glimmer of hope.
"May, I'm sorry to say this, but it's highly unlikely," Octavius replied gently, his tone filled with regret.
Peter sat there, his world crumbling before him. Everything he had envisioned, everything he had planned, was now shattered. There seemed to be no way to fix this, and his heart overflowed with sadness as tears streamed down his face.
AND THATS IT FIRST CHAPTER DONE ON TO THE REAL STUFF NEXT AS SOON AS THIS IS UP IM ALREADY WRITING THE SECOND ONE SO SEE YOU THEN