Author's Note: Hi! This is my first Spider-Man Fanfiction! Adopted idea from Meloncholy's Sunshine! Go check out her story "A Father" because it is amazing! This story is based on Chapter 17 of "A Father"

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Everything changed for me when I was nine years old. My parents and I were headed to Asia for their research and they decided to take me with them for the very first time. The month of research and travel passed quickly enough and I had even made a friend. Danny. The son of two of my Mother and Fathers researchers. He dragged me away from the lab with him to play in the park across the street every day. For that month, everything was perfect, but things changed. One day it all just came crumbling down.

"Peter! Come on! Let's go outside and play!" Danny was never loud but sometimes his enthusiasm got the better of him. His parents always stressed that we needed to find calmness and inner peace.

"Don't stay out too late. Be back before dark, alright?" Danny's father, Wendell, said to us as we hurried out the door. We pulled on our coats as quick as possible and rushed out into the snow. It was the first snowfall of the year.

"Danny, let's go to the noodle cart." I grabbed his hand and ran toward the end of the street.

"You know your parents don't like us going all the way to the market on our own." Danny protested but he still ran along with me toward the stalls and food carts that crowded the end of the block. We ran as fast as our little legs would carry us and when we reached the noodle cart we huffed and puffed for a minute trying to regain our breath.

"Hello, Boys. The usual today?" The same man served us every day. He was tall and always wore a hat and long sleeved shirts.

"Yes, Sir!" I said as Danny and I settled into chairs.

"It's our last day here." Danny said. Tomorrow morning we were leaving to go back to New York and Danny and his parents were coming with us! They said they wanted Danny to have a normal education.

"Oh! And where will you go after this?" He asked us as he placed big plates of noodles in front of us.

"Home! We're headed back to New York!" I told him. Danny and I dug into our food and talked about what it would be like when we both lived in New York together. We stayed there for a long time talking loudly at each other.

"BOYS!" My mother's voice broke through our chattering, "Have you been here all afternoon?"

"Maybe?" I said. Danny and I shuffled to our feet and pulled our coats back on.

"You should have told us where you were going! We told you, it isn't safe for two young children to go to the market by themselves!" Mom had both hands on her hips and I could tell how angry she was with us.

"Sorry, Mom, we'll be more careful from now on." I said.

"Don't worry, Ma'am, I've been keeping an eye on the munchkins for you." Mom looked at the man and suddenly pulled both Danny and me to her side.

"Stay away from the children." She snapped at the man and pulled us along behind her back toward the labs.

That was the last normal day we had for a long time. When we got on the plane the next morning, everything changed. The plane crashed in the mountains. My mother and father were killed instantly when the plane crashed and my back was severely burned. Danny and his mother survived with me and his mother tried to care for us but she was injured as well. She died just two days after the crash. Three days later, the monks of Kun Lun found us and saved us. Danny and I stayed there together until I was healed. They taught him to fight and I joined him when I was strong enough again. For three years, everything was fine. Then someone new came to Kun Lun.