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Updated a few things.

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Chapter 1 – A Heros Origin

Alright, let's do this one more time. I'm Naruto Uzumaki, and here's my story about becoming New York's one and only Spider-Man.


Rain poured down relentlessly, turning the streets of New York City into shimmering rivers. In a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, a seven year old Naruto Uzumaki huddled close to his parents, Minato and Kushina, seeking refuge from the raging storm outside.

"Mom, Dad, what's happening?" Naruto's voice trembled with fear as thunder rumbled ominously in the distance.

Kushina wrapped her arms protectively around Naruto, her expression grave. "We have to leave, Naruto. It's not safe here anymore."

Minato hurriedly packed a few belongings into a duffel bag, his movements frantic yet purposeful. "We don't have much time. We need to get out of here before they find us."

Confusion clouded Naruto's young mind as he struggled to make sense of his parents' urgency. "Who's after us, Dad? Why do we have to leave?"

Minato's jaw tensed as he exchanged a sombre glance with Kushina. "There are people who want to hurt us, Naruto. But we won't let them. We'll protect you, no matter what."

With that, Minato scooped Naruto up into his arms and rushed out of the apartment, with Kushina following close behind. They dashed through the rain-soaked streets, their footsteps echoing in the empty alleyways as they sought refuge from the unknown threat that pursued them.

As they reached their car parked nearby, Naruto's heart raced with fear and uncertainty. He clung tightly to his parents, his small hands trembling as Minato and Kushina hurriedly bundled him into the backseat.

"Stay down, Naruto, and don't make a sound," Minato instructed, his voice stern yet filled with a father's love.

Naruto nodded, his eyes wide with apprehension as his parents climbed into the front seats and started the car. The engine roared to life, drowning out the sound of the pouring rain as they sped off into the night.

The car sliced through the rain drenched streets, weaving through the labyrinth of New York City with a sense of urgency. Inside, the tension was palpable, the atmosphere heavy with fear and uncertainty.

Naruto clung to his parents, his wide eyes darting nervously between them as the car sped on. "Dad Mom, where are we going?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the roar of the rain.

Minato glanced back at Naruto, his expression softening slightly despite the gravity of the situation. "We're going somewhere safe, Naruto," he replied, his voice calm yet tinged with urgency. "But right now, we need to focus on getting away from here."

Kushina reached over and squeezed Naruto's hand reassuringly. "We'll explain everything once we're out of danger, Naruto. Just trust us, okay?"

Naruto nodded, although the fear in his heart refused to dissipate. He knew his parents were trying to protect him, but the unknown threat lurking in the shadows left him feeling vulnerable and exposed.

As the car raced through the rain, Minato kept a watchful eye on the rear view mirror, scanning the deserted streets for any signs of pursuit. With each passing moment, the tension in the car grew thicker, the silence punctuated only by the steady drumming of rain against the windows.

Suddenly, Minato's eyes narrowed as he spotted a pair of headlights looming in the distance, closing in fast behind them. "Hold on tight," he muttered, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he accelerated.

Kushina's breath caught in her throat as she glanced back, her eyes widening in alarm at the sight of the approaching vehicle. "Minato, they're gaining on us!"

Minato gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he pushed the car to its limits. Rain lashed against the windshield, obscuring their vision as they hurtled through the night, desperate to outrun their pursuers.

With a sudden burst of speed, Minato swerved onto a side street, narrowly avoiding a collision with an oncoming car. The tires screeched in protest as he navigated the narrow alleyways, each turn bringing them closer to safety and further from their pursuers.

As the distant sound of the pursuing vehicle faded into the night, a sense of relief washed over the car. Minato let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders sagging with exhaustion as he slowed to a stop.

"We made it," he murmured, his voice filled with both relief and disbelief.

Naruto's heart pounded in his chest as he peered out the window, the rain still pelting down around them. "Where are we, Dad?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Minato exchanged a weary glance with Kushina before turning back to Naruto with a faint smile. "We're going to a place where we'll be safe, Naruto," he replied, his voice tinged with determination. "But for now, let's just focus on getting some rest."

The rain continued to pour as the car wound its way through the streets of Queens, the familiar sights of the neighbourhood offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Naruto clung to his parents, his heart racing with anticipation as they approached their destination.

As they pulled up to a quaint house nestled amidst a row of brownstones, Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. "Is this... Grandma and Grandpa's house?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Minato nodded, a weary smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, Naruto. This is where we'll be staying for now," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.

Kushina reached over and ruffled Naruto's hair affectionately. "Your grandparents are going to take good care of us, Naruto. We'll be safe here," she assured him, her voice gentle yet firm.

As they stepped out of the car, Naruto was greeted by the sight of his grandparents waiting on the front porch, their faces etched with concern and relief. Tsunade, with her blonde hair and piercing gaze, enveloped Naruto in a warm embrace, her arms strong yet comforting.

"It's good to see you, Naruto," Tsunade murmured, her voice soft with emotion. "We've been so worried about you."

Jiraiya, with his grizzled beard and mischievous grin, clapped Minato on the back in greeting. "You did well getting here, kid. We'll make sure Naruto's safe," he declared, his voice brimming with confidence.

As they stepped inside the cosy house, Naruto felt a sense of warmth and belonging wash over him. The familiar scent of home, the soft glow of the lamplight, it all felt so comforting after the chaos of the night.

"Let's get you to bed, Naruto. It's been a long night," Minato said gently, his voice tinged with concern, as he and Kushina guided Naruto upstairs to his room.

Inside his room, Naruto saw the sadness reflected in his parents' expressions as they tucked him in for the night. "Everything will be okay, won't it?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty as Kushina gently stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

"Of course, don't worry, and get some sleep, baby. Goodnight, Naruto. I love you," Kushina whispered, tears starting to fall from her eyes as she leaned down to kiss him once more.

Minato hugged his son tightly, a mixture of love and sorrow evident in his embrace. "Goodnight, Naruto. I love you, son," he said, his voice catching slightly as he held Kushina close.

As they started to leave the room, Naruto watched them go, feeling a sense of warmth and love despite the sadness that lingered in the air. With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes.

After tucking Naruto into bed for the night, Minato and Kushina retreated to the living room of Tsunade and Jiraiya's house, their expressions grave as they huddled together in whispered conversation.

"Minato, do you think they'll find us here?" Kushina's voice was tinged with worry as she glanced nervously towards the window, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond.

Minato's jaw tensed with determination as he clasped Kushina's hand in his own. "I don't know, Kushina. But we can't take any chances. We need to stay vigilant and keep Naruto safe at all costs," he replied, his voice resolute.

Kushina nodded, her gaze drifting to the framed photograph on the mantle, depicting a younger Minato and Kushina cradling a new born Naruto in their arms. "We promised to protect him, Minato. No matter what," she murmured, her voice filled with fierce determination.

As Minato and Kushina continued their discussion, Naruto crept silently down the hallway, his curiosity getting the better of him. Peeking around the corner, he watched intently as his parents spoke in hushed tones, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of lamplight.

Caught up in his own thoughts, Naruto didn't notice the creak of the floorboards beneath his feet, nor the tell tale rustle of fabric as he inadvertently brushed against a nearby curtain.

Suddenly, Minato's sharp gaze flickered towards the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he sensed Naruto's presence. "Naruto? Is that you?" he called out, his voice tinged with concern.

Caught off guard, Naruto froze in place, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to come up with an excuse. Slowly, he emerged from the shadows, his eyes downcast with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I didn't mean to eavesdrop," Naruto mumbled, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Minato and Kushina exchanged a knowing glance before gesturing for Naruto to join them in the living room. Sitting down together on the couch, they enveloped Naruto in a comforting embrace, their arms wrapped around him protectively.

"It's okay, Naruto. We understand," Minato reassured him, his voice gentle yet firm. "But there are some things we need to talk about, things that might be difficult for you to understand."

Minato and Kushina sat down with Naruto in the cozy living room of Tsunade and Jiraiya's house, their expressions sombre as they broached the difficult topic at hand.

"Naruto, there's something we need to talk to you about," Minato began, his voice gentle yet tinged with sadness.

Naruto's brow furrowed in confusion as he looked up at his parents, a sense of apprehension gnawing at his heart. "What is it, Mom? Dad?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kushina reached out and took Naruto's hand in hers, her grip firm yet comforting. "Naruto, your father and I... we need to leave for a while," she explained, her voice filled with regret.

Naruto's eyes widened in shock as he processed his parents' words, a sense of panic rising within him. "Leave? But why? Where are you going?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation.

Minato sighed heavily, his gaze softening as he met Naruto's pleading eyes. "There are things we need to take care of, Naruto. Things that are beyond our control," he replied, his voice tinged with regret.

Naruto's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. "But... but what about me? What am I supposed to do?" he cried, his voice trembling with fear.

Tsunade stepped forward, her expression filled with compassion as she knelt beside Naruto, enveloping him in a warm embrace. "Don't worry, Naruto. Your grandparents will take care of you while we're gone. You'll be safe here," she assured him, her voice gentle yet firm.

Naruto buried his face in Tsunade's shoulder, his tears flowing freely as he clung to her tightly. "Please, Mom, Dad. Don't leave me," he pleaded, his voice choked with emotion.

Minato and Kushina exchanged a sorrowful glance before enveloping Naruto in a comforting embrace, their hearts heavy with the weight of their decision. "We'll come back for you, Naruto. I promise," Minato murmured, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

As Minato and Kushina made their way to the front door, Naruto's heart pounded in his chest with a mixture of fear and desperation. He couldn't bear the thought of his parents leaving him behind, of facing the unknown without them by his side.

With a sudden burst of determination, Naruto dashed after them, his feet pounding against the floorboards as he reached out for his parents. "Wait! Mom! Dad!" he cried out, his voice filled with desperation.

Kushina turned around, her eyes brimming with tears as she knelt to Naruto's level, enveloping him in one last embrace. "Goodbye, my baby boy," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Naruto clung to his mother tightly, his tears flowing freely as he buried his face in her shoulder. "Please don't leave me, Mom. I need you," he pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion.

Minato placed a hand on Naruto's shoulder, his expression filled with sorrow as he met his son's gaze. "We'll always be with you, Naruto. No matter where we are," he assured him, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

With a heavy heart, Naruto watched as his parents turned and walked out the door, disappearing into the darkness of the night. As they left, a sense of emptiness washed over him, leaving him feeling lost and alone in the world.

But as Naruto stood there, his heart heavy with grief, Tsunade and Jiraiya stepped forward, wrapping him in a tight embrace. "We're here for you, Naruto. You're not alone," Tsunade whispered, her voice filled with love and compassion.

With Tsunade and Jiraiya by his side, Naruto watched as his parents disappeared into the night sky, their silhouettes fading into the darkness. And as he gazed up at the stars above.


The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow into Naruto's room as he slowly stirred from his slumber. But as he blinked away the remnants of sleep, a wave of sadness washed over him, the memory of his parents' departure still fresh in his mind.

With a heavy heart, Naruto dragged himself out of bed, his footsteps heavy as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. But as he entered the room, the sight that greeted him brought a small glimmer of hope to his heart.

There, standing at the stove, was Tsunade, flipping pancakes with practiced ease as the delicious aroma filled the air. And sitting at the table, with a warm smile on his face, was Jiraiya, pouring a glass of orange juice with a twinkle in his eye.

"Good morning, Naruto," Jiraiya greeted him, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Come join us for breakfast. Your grandma's making pancakes."

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene before him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Despite the heaviness in his heart, there was a sense of comfort in the familiarity of the morning routine, in the simple act of sharing a meal with his family.

As Naruto took his seat at the table, Tsunade placed a stack of pancakes in front of him, the sweet scent of syrup and butter wafting up to his nose. "Eat up, Naruto. You need your strength," she said, her voice gentle yet firm.

With a grateful nod, Naruto picked up his fork and dug into his breakfast, savouring the taste of the warm pancakes as they melted in his mouth. And as he ate, surrounded by the warmth and love of his family, the sadness in his heart began to lift, replaced by a glimmer of hope for the future.

With a full belly and a renewed sense of energy, Naruto stepped outside into the crisp morning air, the sunshine warming his face as he took in the sights and sounds of the neighbourhood.

As he wandered down the street, his eyes caught sight of one of his neighbours, Mr. Johnson, tinkering away with a peculiar contraption in his driveway.

Curiosity piqued, Naruto approached cautiously, his gaze fixed on the strange science project before him. "Hey, Mr. Johnson, what are you working on?" Naruto called out, his voice filled with curiosity.

Mr. Johnson looked up from his work, a wide grin spreading across his face as he greeted Naruto. "Ah, hey there, Naruto! I'm just trying out an invention I've been working on. It's a homemade rocket launcher!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Naruto's eyes widened in amazement as he took in the sight of the makeshift rocket launcher before him, a sense of awe filling his heart. "Wow, that's so cool! What does it do?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, a twinkle in his eye as he explained the inner workings of his invention. "Well, Naruto, this baby is designed to launch small projectiles into the air, using a combination of compressed air and a homemade ignition system. It's still a work in progress, but I'm hoping to get it up and running soon," he replied, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Naruto's eyes sparkled with excitement as he watched Mr. Johnson tinker away with his creation, a newfound sense of curiosity igniting within him. "Do you think I could help?" he asked eagerly, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Mr. Johnson grinned, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he handed Naruto a wrench. "Sure thing, Naruto! The more hands, the merrier. Let's see if we can't get this rocket launcher off the ground!" he declared, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

As Naruto and Mr. Johnson delved deeper into their project, the sound of hurried footsteps caught their attention. Turning towards the source of the noise, they saw another boy, around the same age as Naruto, rushing towards them with excitement, his glasses slightly askew on his face.

"Hey there, Peter! Perfect timing," Mr. Johnson called out with a grin, motioning for Peter to join them.

Peter's eyes lit up with excitement as he eagerly joined Naruto and Mr. Johnson, his curiosity piqued by the prospect of tinkering with the fascinating invention. "Wow, what are you guys working on?" he asked, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Naruto glanced up, a friendly smile spreading across his face as he greeted Peter. "Hey, Peter! We're working on a homemade rocket launcher. Want to help?" he offered, extending a hand in friendship.

Peter's face lit up with excitement as he eagerly accepted the invitation, his mind already racing with ideas. "Absolutely! I'd love to lend a hand," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement.

Introductions were quickly made, and Naruto learned that Mr. Johnson and Peter had known each other for quite some time. As they worked together on the project, Naruto found himself drawn to Peter's intelligence and ingenuity, admiring the way he effortlessly grasped the intricacies of the rocket launcher's design.

With Peter's help, progress on the project accelerated, as the trio collaborated and brainstormed ideas, each contributing their unique skills and perspectives to the endeavour. Naruto was impressed by Peter's keen eye for detail and his knack for problem-solving, finding a kindred spirit in the young inventor.

As they worked side by side, Naruto felt a sense of camaraderie and friendship blossoming between them, united by their shared passion for science and invention. Together, they laughed and joked, bonding over their shared experiences and mutual admiration for each other's abilities.

And as the day ended, Naruto realized that he had found not only a fellow explorer of the unknown, but also a true friend in Peter Parker. With their combined talents and determination, there was no limit to what they could achieve together.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the neighbourhood, the day ended. Naruto, Peter, and Mr. Johnson had spent hours immersed in their project, their excitement and determination driving them forward as they worked tirelessly to bring their invention to life.

But as the night approached, it was time to bid farewell to their makeshift workshop and head home. Just as Naruto and Peter were putting the finishing touches on their project, they heard the familiar sound of approaching footsteps.

Turning towards the source of the noise, they saw Tsunade and Aunt May making their way down the street towards them. Naruto's heart leaped with joy at the sight of his grandmother, his face breaking into a wide grin.

"Grandma! Aunt May!" Naruto called out, his voice filled with excitement as he ran to greet them.

Aunt May smiled warmly as she reached out to ruffle Naruto's hair affectionately. "Hey there, kiddo! You've grown since I last saw you," she remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Tsunade nodded in agreement, her gaze sweeping over the makeshift workshop before settling on Naruto and Peter. "You boys have been hard at work, I see. What have you been up to?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Naruto beamed with pride as he gestured towards their invention, a sense of accomplishment swelling in his chest. "We've been working on a homemade rocket launcher! It's not finished yet, but it's getting there," he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Aunt May and Tsunade exchanged a knowing glance before turning back to Naruto and Peter with smiles on their faces. "Well, it sounds like you've had quite the adventure today. But it's getting late, and it's time to head home," Aunt May declared, her voice gentle yet firm.

As Naruto, Peter, Tsunade, and Aunt May prepared to leave Mr. Johnson's driveway, Tsunade approached Mr. Johnson with a warm smile on her face, her eyes reflecting gratitude and appreciation.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for welcoming Naruto and Peter into your workshop and for guiding them through the project," Tsunade said sincerely, her voice carrying a note of gratitude. "Naruto has been through a lot recently and seeing him so engaged and happy means the world to us."

Mr. Johnson smiled warmly, nodding in understanding. "It was my pleasure, Tsunade. Naruto and Peter are bright kids with a lot of potential. It was a joy to see them work together and learn from each other," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

As they exchanged a final farewell, Tsunade and Mr. Johnson shared a moment of mutual understanding and respect. Despite the challenges they faced, they found solace in the knowledge that they were not alone, that they had each other for support and guidance.

Naruto and Peter walked side by side, the familiar streets of their neighbourhood stretching out before them, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. It had been a while since he had seen Naruto, and he was grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with his friend.

"You know, Naruto, it feels like it's been ages since we last hung out," Peter remarked with a smile, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

Naruto nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, it really has been a long time. But I'm glad we got to spend today together," he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.

As they continued walking, Naruto couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the back of his mind. He knew that his life had changed drastically in recent days, with his parents leaving and him now living with his grandparents. But despite the upheaval, he found solace in the familiar comfort of his friendship with Peter.

"Thanks, Peter," Naruto admitted, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and determination.

Peter nodded understandingly, his gaze filled with empathy. "Its no problem Naruto, I'll always need a friend to play with," he reassured Naruto, his voice filled with sincerity.

Naruto smiled, grateful for Peter's unwavering support. "Thanks, Peter. I'm glad to have you as a friend," he said, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over him.

Behind them, Aunt May and Tsunade walked side by side, their voices carrying softly on the evening breeze.

"I'm so grateful that Naruto is living with us, Aunt May. He's been through so much, and I want to make sure he feels safe and loved," Tsunade confided, her voice tinged with emotion.

Aunt May smiled warmly, her eyes filled with understanding. "You're doing a wonderful job, Tsunade. Naruto is lucky to have you and Jiraiya as his grandparents," she replied, her voice filled with admiration.

As Naruto, Peter, Aunt May, and Tsunade reached Peter and Aunt May's house, the warm glow of the porch light greeted them, casting a welcoming aura over the front steps. With a sense of contentment settling over them, they paused at the doorstep, exchanging smiles and heartfelt goodbyes.

"It was great spending time with you, Naruto," Peter said, clasping Naruto's shoulder with a reassuring squeeze. "We'll have to do this again soon."

Naruto returned the gesture with a grateful smile, his eyes reflecting the genuine friendship he shared with Peter. "Definitely, Peter. Thanks for everything," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

Aunt May and Tsunade exchanged a warm embrace, their bond strengthened by the shared experiences of the day. "Take care, Tsunade," Aunt May said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Tsunade smiled warmly, her heart swelling with appreciation for Aunt May's kindness and support. "You too, May." she replied, her voice tinged with warmth.

With a final round of farewells and promises to meet again soon, Peter watched as Naruto and Tsunade made their way back down the street.

As Naruto and Tsunade arrived back home, they found Jiraiya seated at his desk, engrossed in his work on one of his novels. The room was filled with the quiet tapping of keys as Jiraiya typed away, lost in his creative process.

Naruto's eyes widened with curiosity as he approached Jiraiya's desk, intrigued by the sight of his grandfather at work on his latest project. "Hey, Grandpa! Whatcha working on?" Naruto asked, leaning over to get a closer look at the screen.

Jiraiya glanced up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of Naruto's interest. "Ah, just a little something for my readers," he replied casually, his voice tinged with amusement.

Before Naruto could inquire further, Tsunade rushed forward, her expression one of concern as she hastily intervened. "Jiraiya! Don't you dare work on anything inappropriate with Naruto around!" she scolded, her voice stern as she swatted Jiraiya lightly on the head.

Jiraiya winced, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly as he shot Tsunade an apologetic look. "Sorry, sorry! I promise, no inappropriate content while Naruto's here," he assured her, his tone contrite.

Naruto looked between his grandmother and grandfather, a bemused expression on his face as he tried to make sense of the exchange. "What's going on, Grandma? What's Grandpa working on?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Tsunade sighed, shooting Jiraiya a pointed look before turning back to Naruto. "It's nothing, Naruto. Just some... adult content that you're too young for," she replied evasively, her voice tinged with discomfort.

Naruto nodded in understanding, deciding not to press the matter further. "Okay, Grandma. I trust you," he said with a reassuring smile, his trust in his family unwavering.

With that, Naruto and Tsunade settled into their nightly routine, putting the incident behind them as they enjoyed the warmth and comfort of their home. And as they prepared to turn in for the night, Naruto couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the loving family that surrounded him, quirks, and all.


The next morning Naruto awoke to the sounds of someone crying, Naruto's heart skipped a beat as he woke up to the sound of muffled sobs coming from the kitchen. Groggy and disoriented, he stumbled out of bed and made his way to the source of the commotion.

As he entered the kitchen, Naruto's eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. Tsunade was sitting at the kitchen table, tears streaming down her face as she clung to Jiraiya, who held her tightly in his arms. Standing before them was a man in an all-black suit, his expression grave and solemn.

Naruto's stomach churned with dread as he took in the scene, a sense of foreboding settling over him. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear.

Tsunade looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "Naruto, there's been... there's been an accident," she choked out, her voice filled with sorrow.

Jiraiya tightened his grip on Tsunade, his own expression etched with grief. "It's your parents, Naruto. They... they're gone," he said, his voice breaking with emotion.

Naruto felt as if the world had come crashing down around him. His parents, the ones he loved and cherished more than anything, were gone. It felt like a nightmare, too surreal to be true.

Tears welled up in Naruto's eyes as he sank to his knees, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. "No... it can't be true," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The man in the black suit stepped forward, his demeanour sombre as he addressed Naruto and his grandparents. "I'm Phil Coulson," he introduced himself, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card, which he handed to Tsunade. "I'm here on behalf of the authorities to offer my condolences and provide any assistance you may need during this difficult time."

Naruto felt a numbness wash over him as he struggled to process the news. His world had been shattered in an instant, leaving him feeling lost and alone.

Tsunade took the card with trembling hands, her eyes filled with tears as she read the name " Phil Coulson," printed on the front. She nodded in acknowledgment, too overwhelmed to speak.

Naruto looked up at Phil Coulson his mind reeling with disbelief. "How... how did it happen?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Phil Coulson's expression softened as he met Naruto's gaze. "I'm sorry, kid. Your parents were involved in a plane crash," he explained gently, his voice filled with sympathy.

Naruto felt a wave of grief wash over him at the confirmation of his worst fears. His parents, the ones who had always been there for him, were gone forever.

Tsunade let out a choked sob, burying her face in Jiraiya's chest as he held her close. Naruto felt a lump form in his throat as he watched his grandparents cling to each other for support, their grief palpable in the air.

Phil Coulson stood by quietly, offering his presence as a source of comfort and support. He understood the pain of loss all too well and knew that there were no words that could ease the agony of grief.

As the weight of grief hung heavy in the room, Phil Coulson's gaze softened as he turned to Naruto and his family, his expression filled with empathy.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I know this is a difficult time, but I need to ask if your father ever left anything behind for you. Any files, documents, or belongings with the words S.H.I.E.L.D on them?"

Naruto and his grandparents exchanged looks of confusion, their brows furrowed in thought as they searched their memories for any trace of such belongings.

After a moment of silence, Tsunade shook her head, her voice thick with emotion. "No, there's nothing like that. Minato never mentioned anything about S.H.I.E.L.D or leaving behind any special files," she replied, her tone tinged with sadness.

Jiraiya echoed her sentiments with a solemn nod. "Yeah, I'm afraid your father never spoke of anything like that to us either," he added, his voice filled with regret.

Naruto felt a pang of disappointment wash over him as he realized that there were no mysterious files or secret documents left behind by his father. He had hoped for some sort of connection to his father's world, something to remember him by, but it seemed that was not to be.

Phil Coulson nodded in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "I see," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "If you do come across anything that might be relevant, please don't hesitate to contact me. In the meantime, if there's anything else I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask."

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Phil Coulson took his leave, leaving Naruto and his family to grapple with their grief and the uncertainty of the future.

As they watched him go, Naruto couldn't help but wonder about the significance of S.H.I.E.L.D and what it might have meant for his father. But for now, all he could do was focus on supporting his family and finding a way to move forward in the wake of their devastating loss.

In the days following the tragic news of his parents' passing, Naruto found himself consumed by grief, seeking solace in the solitude of his room. He withdrew from the outside world, retreating into the sanctuary of his thoughts and memories, grappling with the overwhelming sense of loss that threatened to consume him.

Time seemed to blur together as Naruto wrestled with his emotions, his mind plagued by a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. He found himself lost in a haze of sadness and regret, unable to find the strength to face the reality of his new life without his parents.


The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over Peter's backyard as Naruto and Peter dribbled the basketball back and forth, their laughter filling the air as they engaged in friendly competition.

With each swift movement, Naruto displayed a natural athleticism that belied his young age, effortlessly outmanoeuvring Peter with skilful dribbles and precise shots. Meanwhile, Peter, ever the strategist, attempted to anticipate Naruto's moves, his mind working overtime to counter his friend's quick reflexes.

As the game progressed, Naruto's lead widened, his speed and agility proving to be a formidable advantage on the makeshift court. With each basket he scored, a wide grin spread across his face, his competitive spirit driving him to push himself harder with each passing moment.

Peter, undeterred by his friend's lead, refused to back down, his determination shining through as he fought to level the playing field. With each failed attempt, he learned from his mistakes, adjusting his strategy in real-time as he sought to gain the upper hand.

But despite his best efforts, Peter found himself unable to match Naruto's sheer athleticism, his shots falling short as Naruto continued to dominate the game.

As Naruto and Peter took a breather between plays, their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and friendly banter.

"Man, Naruto, you're really good at this," Peter remarked, his breath coming in short gasps as he wiped sweat from his brow. "How do you move so fast?"

Naruto grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "It's all about agility and reflexes, Pete," he replied, his voice brimming with confidence. "You just gotta anticipate your opponent's moves and stay one step ahead."

Peter nodded, his mind working overtime as he absorbed Naruto's words. "I guess I need to work on my reflexes then," he mused, a determined glint in his eyes. "But hey, I'll get you next time, just you wait."

Naruto chuckled, a sense of camaraderie warming his heart as he clapped Peter on the back. "I look forward to it, Pete," he said, his tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. "Just remember, it's all in the wrist."

After playing some more, Naruto stepped into Peter's home, he was greeted warmly by Aunt May and Uncle Ben, their smiles radiant as they welcomed him into their humble abode. The scent of home-cooked meals wafted through the air, wrapping Naruto in a comforting embrace as he followed Peter into the basement.

Descending the stairs, Naruto's eyes fell upon a picture hanging on the wall, depicting a happy family captured in a moment of joy. His gaze lingered on the faces of Peter's parents, a pang of longing tugging at his heartstrings as he thought of his own parents.

"Are these your parents, Peter?" Naruto asked, his voice soft with reverence as he studied the photograph.

Peter nodded, a bittersweet smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, that's them," he replied, his tone tinged with nostalgia. "They were the best parents anyone could ask for."

As Naruto and Peter stood before the photograph, Peter's voice broke the silence, his tone tinged with sorrow. "They died when I was younger," he explained quietly, his gaze fixed on the image of his parents. "It's been tough without them, but Aunt May and Uncle Ben have always been there for me."

Naruto's eyes widened in shock, a wave of empathy washing over him as he processed Peter's words. "I'm so sorry, Peter," he murmured, his heart heavy with sympathy. "I didn't know..."

Peter offered Naruto a small smile, a mixture of sadness and gratitude in his eyes. "It's okay, Naruto," he said softly. "I've learned to cope with it over the years. And having friends like you makes it a little easier."

Naruto nodded, his own grief mingling with Peter's as they shared a moment of silent understanding. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied, his voice tinged with emotion. "Losing my parents was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through."

Peter left and brought a box back with him placing it on the desk in front of them "My dad left me these files when he passed away" Peter said as he started going through the files with Naruto. As they stumbled upon a folder labelled "Web Formula Project." Curiosity piqued, they eagerly opened it, revealing pages upon pages of complex equations and scientific diagrams.

"What's this, Peter?" Naruto asked, his eyes scanning the intricate formulas with fascination.

Peter frowned, his brow furrowing in concentration as he studied the contents of the folder. "I'm not entirely sure," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But it looks like my dad was working on some kind of web formula."

Naruto's interest was piqued as he leaned in for a closer look. "A web formula? Like, for making spider webs?" he ventured, his mind racing with possibilities.

Peter nodded, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. "Yeah, something like that," he replied, his voice tinged with reverence. "My dad was always fascinated by spiders and their abilities. He believed that if he could replicate their silk-spinning process, it could revolutionize the textile industry."

Naruto's eyes widened in awe as he took in the magnitude of Peter's father's work. "That's incredible," he breathed, a sense of admiration filling his heart. "And you're going to continue his work?"

Peter nodded, determination shining in his gaze. "Absolutely," he affirmed, his voice firm with resolve. "One day, I'll master this formula and honour my dad's memory. It's the least I can do to carry on his legacy."

And as they continued to pore over the files, Naruto and Peter found themselves drawn into a world of scientific discovery and innovation, united by a common goal and a shared sense of purpose.


A couple of days later the day of the funeral dawned, Naruto knew that he could no longer hide from the pain of his loss. With a heavy heart, he emerged from his room, his steps heavy with sorrow as he made his way to the ceremony.

The funeral was a sombre affair, filled with tears and heartfelt tributes to Naruto's parents. Friends and family gathered to pay their respects, offering words of comfort and support to Naruto and his grandparents as they mourned their loss.

Naruto stood among them, his heart heavy with grief as he listened to the eulogies and shared memories of his parents. He felt a sense of emptiness wash over him, a void that could never be filled by the well-meaning condolences of others.

As Naruto stood at the graveside, his gaze fixed upon the headstones marking the final resting place of his beloved parents, he felt a wave of sorrow wash over him. The weight of his loss hung heavy in the air, casting a sombre pall over the cemetery.

Lost in his thoughts, Naruto was startled when he felt a presence beside him. He turned to see Peter standing there, his expression one of empathy and understanding.

"Hey, Naruto," Peter said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "I... I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you. If you ever need someone to talk to, or just someone to be there with you, I'm here."

Naruto looked at Peter, his eyes brimming with tears. Despite the pain that weighed heavily on his heart, he felt a sense of gratitude for Peter's kindness and support.

"Thank you, Peter," Naruto replied, his voice choked with emotion. "I appreciate it... more than you know."

Peter nodded, offering Naruto a gentle smile. "Anytime, Naruto. Remember, you're not alone. We're all here for you," he said reassuringly.

"I remember... I remember the fun times we had together," Naruto began, his voice choked with sorrow. "Like when Dad taught me how to ride a bike, and Mom cheered me on every time I wobbled and almost fell. Or when we went on family picnics in the park, and Mom made her special sandwiches that Dad always said were the best."

A sob caught in Naruto's throat as he recalled the moments that now seemed so distant, so fleeting. "And the times when we'd stay up late, watching movies and eating popcorn... Dad always let me pick the movie, even if it was one of those cheesy action films he didn't really like. Mom would always laugh at the funny parts, and Dad would pretend to groan but secretly enjoy it."

Naruto's shoulders shook with the weight of his grief as he struggled to hold back his tears. "I miss them so much," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I miss their laughter, their hugs, their love..."

Peter listened in silence, his heart breaking for his friend as he witnessed Naruto's raw anguish. He reached out a comforting hand, offering Naruto a silent gesture of solidarity and support.

"You don't have to go through this alone, Naruto," Peter said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "Your parents may be gone, but their love will always be with you. And you have people who care about you, who want to help you through this."

With Peter's words of comfort and the memory of his parents' love to guide him, Naruto allowed himself to release the floodgates of his sorrow. He cried for the loss of his parents, for the void left in his heart, and for the pain of knowing they would never be with him again.

But even as he wept, Naruto felt a glimmer of hope begin to stir within him. He knew that he was not alone, that he had friends who would stand by his side and help him find the strength to carry on.

And as he leaned into Peter's embrace, Naruto found solace in the knowledge that even in the darkest of times, there was still light to be found, still love to be shared, and still hope to hold onto.


8 Years later

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow into his room, Naruto stirred from his slumber. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stretched his limbs, feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly dissipate.

Fifteen years old now, Naruto felt a sense of anticipation stirring within him as he prepared to face the day ahead. It was a new chapter in his life, filled with endless possibilities and opportunities waiting to be seized.

Throwing back the covers, Naruto swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose to his feet. He glanced around his room, taking in the familiar sights the posters adorning the walls, the shelves lined with books and mementos, the soft glow of morning light illuminating the space.

With a yawn, Naruto made his way to the window and pulled back the curtains, revealing a vibrant scene outside. The neighbourhood was alive with activity, the sounds of cars honking and people going about their morning routines filling the air.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto felt a surge of energy coursing through him. Today was a new day, a fresh start, and he was determined to make the most of it.

After a quick shower and breakfast, Naruto gathered his things and headed out the door, ready to tackle whatever challenges lay ahead. High school awaited him, a bustling hive of activity and learning, where new adventures and friendships awaited.

As he walked down the familiar streets of his neighbourhood, Naruto couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. He was ready to embrace the day, to seize the opportunities that awaited him, and to continue his journey of growth and discovery.

With a smile on his face and a spring in his step, Naruto set off towards Midtown High

Naruto made his way towards the bus stop; he spotted Peter and his neighbour Mary Jane Watson standing a little distance away. Mary Jane waved and exchanged a quick greeting with Naruto before heading off with her own group of friends in a car, leaving Naruto and Peter to wait for the bus together.

"Hey, Naruto!" Peter greeted with a friendly smile as Naruto approached. "How's it going?"

Naruto returned the smile, feeling grateful for Peter's presence. "Hey, Peter! I'm doing alright," he replied, his voice tinged with enthusiasm. "How about you?"

Peter shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Same old, same old. You know how it is," he said with a chuckle.

As they waited for the bus to arrive, Naruto and Peter engaged in casual conversation, swapping stories about their weekend plans, and sharing jokes to pass the time. Despite the weight of their respective burdens and responsibilities, they found solace in each other's company, their friendship a source of comfort and support.

Before long, the bus arrived, As Naruto and Peter settled into their seats on the bus, the topic of conversation quickly turned to one of their favourite subjects: Star Wars.

"Did you see the new Star Wars trailer that came out?" Peter asked eagerly, his eyes alight with excitement.

Naruto nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, it looks awesome! I can't wait to see it," he replied, his voice filled with anticipation.

As they delved deeper into their discussion about the beloved franchise, their conversation took an unexpected turn.

"Hey, Peter, you ever wonder if it's possible to make a real lightsaber?" Naruto asked, his curiosity piqued.

Peter's eyes widened with interest at the prospect. "Yeah, I've thought about it before. I mean, theoretically, if you could somehow contain a high-energy plasma beam within a magnetic field, you might be able to create something like a lightsaber," he mused, his voice tinged with excitement.

Naruto's eyes sparkled with fascination as he considered the possibilities. "That would be so cool! Imagine having your own lightsaber, just like the Jedi," he exclaimed, his imagination running wild.

As they brainstormed ideas for how to create a real lightsaber, their conversation grew increasingly animated, their enthusiasm infectious.

Before they knew it, the bus pulled up to Midtown High, signalling the end of their journey. As they stepped off the bus and made their way towards the school entrance, Naruto and Peter continued to discuss their plans for building a real lightsaber, their minds buzzing with excitement.

As Naruto and Peter made their way towards the entrance of Midtown High, they were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up nearby. They turned to see their friend Harry Osborn stepping out of his sleek, private car.

"Hey, guys!" Harry called out, flashing them a friendly smile as he approached. "Sorry I'm a bit late. Traffic was crazy this morning."

Naruto and Peter greeted Harry warmly, glad to see their friend despite the delay. "No worries, Harry. We just got here ourselves," Peter replied, his tone casual.

Naruto nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we were just talking about Star Wars and, you know, lightsabers," he added with a grin, eager to include Harry in their conversation.

Harry's eyes lit up with interest at the mention of Star Wars. "Oh, nice! I'm a huge fan of Star Wars too," he exclaimed, his excitement evident. "Have you guys seen the new trailer for the upcoming movie?"

Naruto and Peter nodded eagerly, launching into a spirited discussion about their favourite moments from the trailer and their theories about the plot of the new film.

As they chatted animatedly, the bell signalling the start of classes rang out, prompting them to head inside the school building.

"Well, I guess we better get going," Peter said, glancing at his watch. "We don't want to be late for first period."

Naruto and Harry nodded in agreement, bidding farewell to each other before heading off to their respective classes.

Lost in a daydream, Naruto's mind wandered to distant galaxies and epic adventures, completely unaware of the lesson unfolding in front of him. His imagination soared as he envisioned himself wielding a lightsaber, battling against the forces of darkness alongside his favourite Star Wars characters.

Suddenly, the sound of the teacher's stern voice snapped Naruto back to reality. "Naruto Uzumaki, are you paying attention?" the teacher called out, her tone sharp and reproachful.

Startled, Naruto's eyes widened in surprise as he realized that all eyes in the classroom were now fixed on him. A flush of embarrassment crept up his cheeks as he stammered out an apology.

"Um, sorry, Miss... I got a bit distracted," Naruto admitted sheepishly, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

The other students in the class chuckled at Naruto's expense, their laughter echoing in the classroom. Naruto felt a pang of humiliation wash over him as he sank lower in his seat, wishing he could disappear into the floor.

The teacher sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "Honestly, Naruto, you need to pay more attention in class. You can't afford to be daydreaming all the time," she scolded, her tone softened slightly by a hint of concern.

Naruto nodded sheepishly, feeling chastened by the reprimand. He knew that he needed to do better, to focus on his studies and not let his mind wander so easily.

As the lesson continued, Naruto made a conscious effort to stay attentive, determined to make amends for his momentary lapse in concentration. And as he listened intently to the teacher's words, he resolved to be more mindful in the future, knowing that his education was too important to be taken lightly.

Naruto's attention was captured by the mention of an upcoming field trip to Osborn Industries. His ears perked up with interest, his mind buzzing with excitement at the prospect of visiting the renowned technology company.

Osborn Industries was known for its groundbreaking research and innovative technologies, and Naruto couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity about what awaited him on the field trip.

The thought of exploring the inner workings of the company, witnessing cutting edge technology in action, and perhaps even catching a glimpse of Harry's father, Norman Osborn, filled Naruto with anticipation.

As the teacher outlined the details of the field trip and distributed permission slips, Naruto's excitement grew with each passing moment. He couldn't wait to embark on this adventure, to step into the world of Osborn Industries and discover what secrets it held.

With his permission slip clutched tightly in hand, Naruto eagerly awaited the day of the field trip, his mind brimming with anticipation and wonder.


Naruto and Peter navigated the crowded cafeteria towards Naruto's locker, their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sight of Peter being confronted by Flash Thompson, the notorious school bully.

Flash's sneer was unmistakable as he cornered Peter, his friends snickering in the background. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Parker the loser," Flash taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

Naruto's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold, a surge of anger rising within him at the sight of his friend being bullied. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, positioning himself between Peter and Flash.

"Leave him alone, Flash," Naruto said, his voice firm and unwavering. "No one deserves to be treated like this."

Flash scoffed, his gaze flickering with amusement. "And what are you going to do about it, Uzumaki?" he sneered, pushing Naruto aside with a dismissive gesture.

But Naruto stood his ground, refusing to back down in the face of adversity. "I'll do what I did last time," he declared, his voice resolute.

With a defiant glare, Naruto faced off against Flash, his fists clenched at his sides. He may not have been the biggest or strongest student at Midtown High, but he refused to stand idly by while his friend was bullied.

The tension between them crackled in the air, the other students watching in anticipation to see what would happen next.

"Oh yeah? anytime, any place Uzumaki." Flash replied.

As Naruto stepped forward to confront Flash and protect Peter, the tension in the air crackled with anticipation. Flash's sneer intensified as he prepared to retaliate, but before the situation could escalate any further, a familiar voice cut through the chaos.

"Hey! What's going on here?" came a firm voice from behind them.

Naruto and Peter turned to see Mary Jane Watson striding towards them, her expression a mix of concern and determination. Behind her, Harry Osborn appeared, his brow furrowed with worry as he took in the scene.

Mary Jane's presence seemed to diffuse the tension in the air, causing Flash to pause in his tracks. She stepped forward, her gaze locking with Flash's, her voice firm and commanding.

"Flash, this isn't right. Leave them alone," Mary Jane said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Flash hesitated for a moment, his bravado faltering in the face of Mary Jane's unwavering resolve. With a frustrated grunt, he finally backed off, shooting a final glare at Naruto and Peter before storming away with his friends in tow.

Naruto let out a sigh of relief as the tension drained from his body, grateful for Mary Jane's timely intervention. He turned to Peter, offering him a reassuring smile.

"Thanks, Mary Jane," Peter said, his voice filled with gratitude. "And Harry, too."

Harry nodded in acknowledgment, a small smile playing at his lips. "No problem, guys. You shouldn't have to deal with that kind of nonsense," he replied, his tone sincere.

With the confrontation diffused, Naruto and Peter exchanged a glance, their bond strengthened by the ordeal they had just faced together.

As Naruto, Peter, Mery Jane and Harry made their way towards the cafeteria to grab lunch, Naruto couldn't shake off the lingering adrenaline from the confrontation with Flash. He turned to Mary Jane with a grateful expression, his voice sincere as he spoke up.

"Thanks, Mary Jane, for stopping me from doing something stupid back there," Naruto said, his tone filled with appreciation. "I don't know what I would've done without your help."

Mary Jane smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting understanding and empathy. "Hey, we've got to look out for each other, right?" she replied, her voice reassuring.

Peter nodded in agreement, his expression earnest. "Yeah, Naruto's right. Thanks, MJ," he chimed in, his gratitude evident.

Harry, too, added his voice to the mix. "Absolutely. You guys are like family to me," he said, his tone sincere.

With a shared sense of camaraderie and support, the group continued towards the cafeteria, their bond stronger than ever in the aftermath of the confrontation.

As the group approached the cafeteria, Mary Jane glanced at her watch and offered a small apologetic smile to Naruto, Peter, and Harry. "Sorry, guys, I've got to go meet up with my friends. Catch you later!" she said, her tone cheerful yet hurried.

Naruto and Peter exchanged a nod of understanding as Mary Jane hurried off to join her friends. They watched her go with a sense of gratitude for her intervention earlier.

"See you later, MJ!" Peter called out, waving goodbye.

As Mary Jane departed, Harry turned to Naruto and Peter with a small smile. "Well, looks like it's just us three for lunch," he remarked, his tone casual.

Naruto nodded, returning the smile. "Yeah, let's grab something to eat before the cafeteria gets too crowded," he suggested, eager to enjoy a meal with his friends.

With Harry by their side, Naruto and Peter headed into the bustling cafeteria, weaving their way through the throngs of students to find a place to sit. As they settled down with their trays of food, Naruto couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendship and camaraderie of his companions.

"Thanks for sticking around, Harry," Naruto said, his voice filled with appreciation. "It means a lot to have you with us."

Harry waved off the thanks with a casual shrug. "Hey, no problem. You guys are my friends," he replied, his tone warm.

As they enjoyed their lunch together, the topic of conversation naturally turned to the upcoming field trip to Osborn Industries. Naruto, Peter, and Harry exchanged excited glances; their anticipation palpable.

"I can't wait to see what Osborn Industries is like," Naruto said, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I've heard so much about it, but I've never had the chance to actually visit."

Peter nodded in agreement, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, me too. I've heard a lot about the groundbreaking research they do," he added, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Harry's expression grew thoughtful as he considered the prospect of visiting his father's company. "It'll be interesting to see the inner workings of Osborn Industries first hand," he remarked, his tone reflective.

Naruto and Peter exchanged a knowing glance, sensing the weight of Harry's words. They knew that Harry's relationship with his father was complicated, and they hoped that the field trip would provide him with some insight into his father's world.

"Hey, don't worry, Harry. We'll stick together during the field trip," Naruto said, offering his friend a reassuring smile. "And who knows? Maybe we'll even get to see some cool tech or inventions."

Harry returned the smile, a sense of gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it," he replied, his voice sincere.

After lunch Naruto, Peter, and Harry made their way to the gymnasium for their physical education class, they braced themselves for the upcoming workout session. Naruto felt confident in his abilities.

As the class got underway, Naruto observed Peter's struggles with a mixture of sympathy and determination. Despite his best efforts, Peter seemed to struggle with some of the exercises, his lack of physical prowess evident.

Harry, on the other hand, displayed a decent level of athleticism, effortlessly tackling the various challenges presented by the instructor. Seeing Peter's struggles, Harry stepped in to offer guidance and encouragement, eager to help his friend improve.

"Come on, Pete, you got this!" Harry called out, offering words of encouragement as Peter attempted a set of push-ups.

Naruto joined in, his voice echoing Harry's sentiments. "Yeah, you can do it, Peter! Just keep pushing yourself," he urged, his tone supportive.

With Harry and Naruto's encouragement, Peter pushed himself to keep going, despite his fatigue and frustration. They worked together as a team, offering tips and advice to help Peter improve his form and build up his strength.

As the class progressed, Naruto couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his friends' determination and perseverance. They may not have been the most naturally gifted athletes, but their willingness to push themselves and support each other spoke volumes about their character.

By the end of the class, Peter had made noticeable progress, his determination shining through in his improved performance. With Harry and Naruto by his side, he knew that he could overcome any obstacle that stood in his way.

As they left the gymnasium, Naruto, Peter, and Harry exchanged smiles of accomplishment, proud of the strides they had made together.

Naruto and Peter made their way towards the bus stop after school, they bid farewell to Harry, who had parted ways to head home. However, before they could board the bus, they were stopped in their tracks by the unexpected appearance of Harry's father, Norman Osborn.

"Peter, Naruto, could I have a word with you both?" Norman asked, his voice measured but authoritative.

Naruto and Peter exchanged curious glances, wondering what could have prompted this unexpected request. With a nod, they followed Norman to a quieter area away from the bustling crowds of students.

Once they were out of earshot, Norman addressed them with a serious expression. "I've been hearing good things about both of you from Harry," he began, his tone conveying a mixture of scrutiny and approval. "He speaks highly of your character and your dedication to helping others."

Naruto and Peter exchanged surprised glances, unsure of how to respond to Norman's unexpected praise.

Norman continued, his gaze piercing as he studied them both. "I believe that young men like yourselves have the potential to make a real difference in the world," he said, his voice earnest. "But with that potential comes responsibility. I expect nothing less than the best from both of you."

Naruto and Peter nodded, feeling a sense of determination stirring within them. They respected Norman's authority and understood the weight of his words.

"We won't let you down, Mr. Osborn," Peter replied, his voice steady.

Naruto echoed Peter's sentiment, his expression determined. "We'll do whatever it takes to make a positive impact," he affirmed.

Norman nodded, a hint of approval in his gaze. "Good. I'll be keeping an eye on both of you," he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Naruto and Peter bid farewell to Norman and boarded the bus, their minds buzzing with the weight of their conversation.

As Naruto stepped through the door of his home, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Tsunade bustling around the kitchen, preparing dinner with practiced efficiency. The savoury aroma of her cooking filled the air, making Naruto's mouth water with anticipation.

"Hey, Grandma Tsunade! What's for dinner?" Naruto called out, his voice filled with excitement.

Tsunade turned with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners with affection. "Hey there, Naruto! Dinner will be ready soon. We're having your favourite, ramen!" she replied, her tone cheerful.

Naruto's face lit up with delight at the mention of ramen, his stomach growling in anticipation. He couldn't wait to dig into a steaming bowl of his favourite comfort food.

As Naruto made his way towards the kitchen, he spotted his grandfather, Jiraiya, seated in the living room, his attention focused on the television screen. The news anchor's voice echoed through the room, reporting on the latest events of the day.

"Hey, Grandpa Jiraiya! What's happening in the news?" Naruto asked, curious about the latest developments.

Jiraiya glanced up from the TV, a twinkle in his eye as he greeted Naruto. "Ah, just the usual – crime, politics, and the occasional oddity," he replied, his tone nonchalant.

Naruto chuckled, knowing that his grandfather had a penchant for keeping up with current events, no matter how mundane or sensational they might be.

With a sense of contentment filling the air, Naruto joined his family in the warmth of their home, grateful for the simple joys of togetherness and good food.

As Naruto settled in with his family, the news broadcast continued in the background, the anchor's voice taking on a more serious tone as she reported on the latest developments in the city.

"Breaking news tonight: a gang of six individuals has been terrorizing neighbourhoods across the city," the anchor announced, her voice grave. "Authorities are urging residents to remain vigilant and report any suspicious activity immediately."

Naruto's attention was immediately captured by the report, his eyes widening with concern as he listened intently to the details unfolding on the screen.

"The perpetrators are described as having bright orange hair, and they are considered armed and dangerous," the anchor continued, her words sending a shiver down Naruto's spine.

Tsunade paused in her cooking, her expression turning solemn as she absorbed the gravity of the situation. "That sounds serious," she murmured, her voice tinged with worry.

Jiraiya nodded in agreement, his brows furrowed with concern. "We'll need to be extra cautious until the authorities apprehend these criminals," he remarked.

Naruto felt a knot of unease forming in the pit of his stomach as he considered the implications of the news. The thought of danger lurking in their neighbourhood sent a chill down his spine, and he resolved to heed the warning and stay vigilant.

With a sense of unease hanging in the air, Naruto and his family watched the news broadcast unfold, their thoughts filled with concern for the safety of their community.

Chapter 1 – A Heros Origin End


A/N

This marks the conclusion of Part One of Naruto's Origin story.

In the upcoming chapters, I intend to explore how Naruto's adventures will intertwine with the events of the Avengers and the Spider-Verse.

If you enjoyed this installment, stay tuned for updates in the coming days. Your feedback and thoughts are greatly appreciated, please share them in the reviews.

Apologies for any errors, and until next time, goodbye!