In the twilight of a serene morning, amidst the rhythmic hum of traffic, a small boy nestled in the back seat of an automobile. His wide-eyed gaze fixed intently on his father behind the wheel, while his mother's voice provided crisp directions to their destination. Suddenly, a blinding white light enveloped the car, accompanied by a deafening honk.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the boy witnessed the scene in excruciating detail. But just as quickly as it began, the surreal moment vanished, and he awoke in his bed drenched in cold sweat. The piercing sound of his alarm shattered the lingering remnants of his nocturnal nightmare. "Kiran, get up! You're going to miss your first day of high school!" a voice echoed from beyond his bedroom door.

Jolting upright, Kiran fumbled for his glasses, rubbing his disheveled brown hair. He stumbled into the bathroom, his mind racing. Minutes later, he emerged dressed in a black and white uniform, a backpack slung over his shoulder. As he stepped out the door, his phone buzzed with an incoming call from Michael.

"Yo, I'm on my way," Kiran answered, his voice thick with grogginess. "Yeah, right. I don't see you yet... Wait, I spot you, dude! Hurry up," Michael exclaimed before hanging up. Kiran broke into a half-hearted jog, Michael's blonde hair bobbing alongside him. Together, they approached Midtown High, the towering edifice that marked the start of a new chapter in their lives.

"Got your schedule?" Kiran asked, retrieving a crumpled sheet of paper from his pocket. "Of course," Michael replied smugly. "I had the foresight to snag them early." They stowed their belongings in their lockers and made their way to their first class, where they were greeted by Mr. Scott, their science teacher.

"Welcome, everyone. I understand this is your first day of high school, but the best way to hit the ground running is to get a head start. Open your textbooks to page 10," Mr. Scott instructed. After class, Kiran found himself sitting on the school bleachers, engrossed in a book.

He was oblivious to the blonde-haired girl sprinting around the track, her ponytail swaying behind her. Unbeknownst to Kiran, a different blonde-haired boy—his bane to be—was stealthily approaching him. "Check this out," the boy snickered, snatching the book from Kiran's grasp.

"This nerd was checking out my girl." A burly football player with the name "Flash Thomas" emblazoned on his jersey, the boy proceeded to pummel Kiran mercilessly. Just when Kiran thought the torment was over, Flash ripped his book apart, leaving him sprawled on the ground. "Next time, mind your own business, wimp," Flash growled, disappearing with his cronies. Kiran painfully rose to his feet, clutching his aching stomach.

Out of nowhere, the blonde-haired girl from the track came to his aid. "Oh my gosh, are you okay? I saw what happened," she exclaimed, helping him to his feet and retrieving his broken book. "Thanks," Kiran stammered. "Your boyfriend packs a mean punch... ouch." "Did he tell you we were dating? He always does that. I'm sorry..." the girl trailed off. "Kiran Walker," he supplied. "I'm Gwen Stacy, and I apologize for Flash. He can be really arrogant," Gwen said, handing him his tattered book. As she ran off, waving goodbye, Kiran couldn't help but think, "I'd better find a way to figure out this whole talking-to-girls thing."

After school Kiran was walking inside his house trying to quickly run upstairs. "Hold it there mister. Let me see it." The woman said as Kiran walked towards her, she grabbed his face, seeing the black eye. "What happened, don't make something up," the woman said. "Nothing really, I just tripped and fell," Kiran said, hiding the truth. "Mhm, okay, whatever. Go help your uncle in the basement, and dinner will be ready," Aunt said as Kiran put his bag down and walked into the basement.

"Oh good, I need your help. I think the washer is broken," Uncle said. "I'll see," Kiran said before grabbing some tools, taking it apart, then putting it back together, turning on the washer as it worked. "Always with the magic hands," Uncle joked, then gave Kiran a bag of ice to put on his eye. "Do I need to call someone's father?" He asked. "No," Kiran answered quickly.

"Alright, don't stay down here too long, dinner's ready," Uncle said before walking upstairs. Kiran was moving stuff around then spotted an old HP laptop, opening it as it was dead, then walking upstairs. "Hey Uncle, I found this laptop. Is this yours?" Kiran asked, showing him the laptop, seeing a shocked look on his face. "That was your mother's. She used it for work and school; I haven't seen that in years," Aunt said while holding a pot of spaghetti.

"My mom's? Do you guys know where the charger is?" Kiran asked. "Check the wire bucket," Uncle said. "Not before you eat, put that down and wash your hands," Aunt said as Uncle signaled him to go. Late at night, Kiran was sitting on the floor of his room, trying to find the right charger, then taking apart a few of the charges, twisting wires together, then putting his own charger together, plugging it into the HP laptop as it started to charge.

"Cool now. Oh great," Kiran said, seeing he had to put a password in, then trying her birthday and his dad's. "Of course it's not that simple...." Kiran thought, then putting his birthday in as it unlocked, seeing a bunch of files on the desktop, then standing up, closing the door, and locking it, then clicked on a file called the experiment, seeing a video, clicking it.

"I'm Professor Isabella Walker, and I'm Professor Norman Osborne," Kiran's mother and Norman said. "We're here to present you a new species of genetically engineered spiders. With these spiders, we are close to finding a way to cure any kind of disease, even cancer," Isabella said, holding small tubes of translucent spiders, then the video ended.

"What is this? No... No," Kiran said as the laptop died as the wires burned out. "My mother worked with Osborne and was working on spiders. I need answers, and Oscorp has them," Kiran thought, then seeing a notification on his PC about a school field trip to Oscorp.

Next day, Kiran was walking with Michael following the class as one of the Oscorp assistants guided them. "Hey Michael, I gotta go to the bathroom," Kiran pointed to the restroom. "Alright, but hurry up," Michael said as Kiran sneakily passed, not watching where he was going and bumped into a man. "Oh, sorry about that," Kiran said, then saw the man's nametag reading Doctor Connors.

"No problem," Connors said before walking away. Kiran thought, "His name was on one of the files on my mother's laptop," before following him into a room. Kiran peeked around the corner, seeing Connors leave with sciences. Kiran then walked towards the door, making sure no one saw him, as he put in the code he saw Connors use, and the door opened. Inside, Kiran saw cages and rat experiments.

He continued on, searching for spiders on a laptop. As one door opened, Kiran walked in, seeing the same tubes he saw in the video. "Empty. Now what?" Kiran said before exploring further and finding an iris scan lock covered in dust. After wiping the dust off, the scanner tried to scan his eye, and Kiran, in a sudden move, took off his glasses, allowing the scanner to read his eye and open a hidden door. Kiran walked inside, finding everything covered in dust and webs.

He approached a desk, seeing a file with his mom's name on it. Kiran put the file in his jacket and was about to leave when he fell into the webs. After quickly standing up and wiping the webs off, he quietly left the room and rejoined his class. "Kiran, dude, where were you? You missed the entire trip; now we're leaving," Michael said.

"Sorry, I had something to do. Ouch!" Kiran replied, grabbing the back of his neck, feeling a sharp pain. "You okay?" Michael asked, and Kiran nodded, following the class out of the building. At home, Kiran was in his room looking through the file, seeing a bunch of equations, until he heard a knock on his door, quickly hiding the file. "Yeah, come in," Kiran said as Uncle opened the door, handing Kiran an HP laptop charger found in an old box.

"Thanks, Uncle," Kiran said. "Yeah, don't stay up tonight; you don't want your aunt coming to tell you that," Uncle said, and they both chuckled. "Hey, Uncle, thanks for you and Aunt taking me in," Kiran said as Uncle smiled and nodded before closing the door. Kiran quickly took out the folder and plugged in the laptop to charge. "I'll do it tomorrow," Kiran said, feeling tired and nauseous, putting everything away before falling on his bed and passing out.

Kiran woke up the next day, yawning and stretching as he walked towards his bedroom door. He turned the knob, only to rip it off as it stuck to his hand. Startled, Kiran tried to remove it, but it stuck to his other hand. Eventually, he managed to pry it off, only to realize he was standing upside down on the ceiling.

"What?" Kiran muttered to himself before falling back to the ground. He stumbled to the bathroom, gripped the sink, and looked at himself in the mirror. As he tried to move his hands stuck to the sink, he tugged hard, causing water to spray all over the floor. "Crap... Crap... Stop, will you," Kiran cursed, scrambling to find something to cover the sink as water continued to flow. Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Kiran, are you alright?" his aunt's concerned voice called out.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just about to take a shower! I'll be out soon," Kiran replied, trying to mask his panic. Minutes later, Kiran sat on his bed, holding up his phone to use the camera to examine his neck. He felt a strange string and pulled it, wincing as he felt a sharp pain. To his horror, a web unraveled from his nape, revealing a dead, translucent spider at the end.

Kiran quickly grabbed the spider and searched for the video on the laptop. "It's the same spider in the video," he muttered, before attempting to put the spider away, only to find that the keys of the laptop were sticking to his fingers. "Crap, there goes that plan," Kiran sighed, realizing he was running late for school. "Today starts weird, but it's probably all in my head," he reassured himself, preparing to head out.

As he rushed out the door, Kiran met up with his friend Michael, who noticed Kiran wasn't wearing his glasses. "There you are, dude! We're almost late, and how can you see without your glasses?" Michael questioned, prompting Kiran to realize that he could see perfectly without them, having forgotten to bring them. "Oh, I finally got contacts," Kiran fibbed, eager to avoid further questions. "Trying something new, huh? Let's go before we're late," Michael urged, and the two friends hurried off to Midtown High,

Hours passed as Kiran sat in the gym class, engrossed in a text book while the basketball and cheerleading teams practiced on the court. Suddenly, a ball came flying towards him, and with a tingling feeling in his head, Kiran caught it effortlessly with one arm. "Right here, Walker!" Flash, one of the players, called out, signaling Kiran to pass the ball.

"Yeah, one sec," Kiran replied casually before joining the game on the court. "Let's do a one-on-one," Kiran suggested, to the amusement of everyone present. "Whatever, it's your funeral, Walker," Flash retorted, walking up to guard Kiran as he started to dribble the ball. Kiran's slick moves and quick footwork left Flash in the dust, and with a swift dunk, he shattered the backboard and glass, much to everyone's shock.

Moments later, Kiran found himself in the principal's office, accompanied by his Uncle. After a stern report from the principal, Kiran and his Uncle walked out. "They're not going to make us pay for the backboard, you know," Kiran remarked casually. "I don't care about the backboard. Is it true you humiliated that boy?" Uncle questioned, his tone serious. "Yeah, but he deserved it," Kiran replied, avoiding eye contact.

"So, all this was just to get even. I bet you feel like a big man, huh?" Uncle continued, noticing Kiran's reluctance to meet his gaze. "Well, since this happened, I have to take a double shift, so I'll see you later tonight," Uncle said before leaving.

Kiran turned his head, catching Gwen Stacy's gaze fixed on him. "Hey," he said nervously. "Hey. So did you get expelled?" Gwen questioned. "No, I didn't get expelled. I got community service. Lucky I didn't get grounded," Kiran replied with a chuckle. "Good," Gwen said. "Ummm... You wanna do something like, uh, or we can do something else like... Like."

"Yeah, either is fine," Gwen responded. "Really?" Kiran questioned as Gwen nodded her head. "Cool... I can't right now, I got this thing I need to do." "Yeah, me too," Gwen responded as she awkwardly walked away, leaving Kiran nervously but happy. Moments later, Kiran found himself in an abandoned building away from prying eyes. He did backflips and tricks, then looked at his hand and the wall as he started to climb, sticking to the wall and then on the ceiling, planting his feet as he stood up.

"Hehe," Kiran said, excited and freaked out by his ability, then jumping off, leaping out the window, climbing to the roof, jumping to buildings, and landing on a rooftop, doing a one-handstand, slowly transitioning using his two fingers to support him. "Woohoo!" Kiran yelled, quickly standing on his feet. Hours later, Kiran was sticking on the wall in his room, his legs crossed and planted on both walls in the corner while reading a file, having a tough time understanding it.

"I can't figure out what equation," Kiran pondered, then dropped down as his doorknob turned. "Kiran, dinner's ready," his uncle called as Kiran nodded, hiding the folder behind him before walking downstairs. Meanwhile, in Michael's house, Michael was in a heated argument with his parents, then ran out, pulling up his phone and calling Kiran. "Hey Kiran, can you come out?" Michael asked.

"Dude, it's the middle of the night. Why are you okay?" Kiran questioned. "Yeah, I just got into an argument with my parents. I just need to cool my head," Michael said. "Alright, just wait for me at Flushing - Main Street. I'll be there in a couple of minutes," Kiran promised before finding some clothes and heading out. But as Kiran was about to leave, his uncle stopped him. "Where do you think you're going, mister?" "I'm going to hang out with Michael. I'll be back, Uncle," Kiran replied.

"No, you're not, not at this hour. His parents called me. Where is he, Kiran?" Uncle asked, picking up his keys. "I've got this, Uncle. I don't need your help," Kiran said, grabbing the doorknob. "Your actions decide who the man you're going to be. Your mother once taught me that with great power comes great responsibility," Uncle reminded him. Kiran's temper flared.

"What do you think? I'm going to turn into some kind of criminal or something? If my mother wanted to teach me something, she would have been here instead of relying on a man who's trying to act like my father!" Kiran screamed, slamming the door breaking it then running off, leaving his uncle with a heavy heart.

Kiran and Michael found themselves sharing a train ride from Queens to Brooklyn, each lost in their own thoughts. As they discussed the difficult news of Kiran's parents' impending divorce, a sharply dressed man suddenly interrupted them. "What are two kids like you doing out so late on a school night?" he questioned in a thick Italian accent. Annoyed by the man's intrusion, Kiran snapped back, "It's none of your business.

I'm not in the mood for this right now." Michael, sensing Kiran's rising temper, gently urged him to remain calm. The man, unperturbed by Kiran's outburst, offered a piece of advice, "Kid, you should watch that temper of yours. It could lead you into trouble." With that, he walked away, leaving Kiran and Michael to contemplate his words.

As the subway train pulled into Brooklyn, a commotion caught their attention.The man from earlier had grabbed hold of an elderly passenger, sparking a brief scuffle. Kiran and Michael exchanged a glance before choosing to ignore the unfolding drama, walking past the altercation and up the stairs.

"Let's get something to drink," Michael suggested, pointing at a nearby store. They entered the store and grabbed a few drinks, chatting casually. Suddenly, chaos erupted as a man rushed inside, knocking over the store clerk and stealing money from the cash register. "Hey, someone stop that guy! Kid's a little help?" the store clerk pleaded. "Not our problem," Kiran and Michael replied in unison as they walked out of the store.

As they exited, gunshots rang out, sending a chill down Kiran's spine. Ignoring Michael's calls, Kiran sprinted back towards the commotion, a sense of foreboding growing within him. He arrived at the scene to find his Uncle lying on the ground, a gunshot wound to his chest. "Uncle, no, no, no! Somebody call an ambulance! Uncle, please wake up. I take back what I said, I'm sorry. Please don't go," Kiran cried, his heart breaking as he held his Uncle's hand.

Uncle weakly pointed at Kiran's chest before his hand fell limply to the ground, his eyes closing forever. Kiran's world shattered as he cradled his Uncle in his arms, the weight of his loss unbearable. The next scene showed police officers at Kiran's house, speaking with Aunt as Kiran listened intently. "We identified the shooter, Mama. It's just a matter of time before we find him," one of the officers reassured. Determination flashed in Kiran's eyes as he asked, "Can I ask the name of the shooter?" "Sure, his name is Thomas Johnson. He's part of the Maggia," the officer replied before departing.

Kiran Walker

Age 15.

Brown hair brown eyes.

Body type. slim and muscular.

Hight 5'10 (1.78 m).