Peter Parker never had a normal childhood. He remembered the nights his father would stay up in his study, muttering equations under his breath, his fingers scribbling at an inhuman pace. His mother, Mary, would tuck him in, kissing his forehead with a sad smile.
Then came the night everything changed.
The sky over Flushing ( neighborhood), Queens, was a deep, cloudless black with moon, punctuated only by the towering structures of the Stark Expo. Seven-year-old Peter Parker held tightly onto his mother's hand, his tiny fingers wrapped around the edges of a cheap Iron Man mask that was wearing. His father chuckled at the sight, ruffling the boy's messy brown hair. Richard through a busy man loves his son very much , so when he heard his son wanting to see iron man. To make up to him for Peter's loneliness, he agreed.
"Excited, champ?" Richard Parker asked, adjusting his glasses.
"Yeah!" Peter's eyes sparkled beneath the mask as he looked around in awe at the tech marvels surrounding him. "I wanna see the robots!"
Mary Parker smiled warmly. "Well, let's hurry. The showcase is about to start."
They moved through the crowd, Peter squeezing between the legs of onlookers as he tried to get a better view of the expo stage. Tony Stark had just given a speech, and demonstrations of new Stark technology were in full swing. Peter was completely enamored. He imagined himself flying in a suit like Iron Man, fighting bad guys, saving the world.
Then, the explosion happened.
The ground shook violently. A deafening boom erupted through the fairgrounds, sending people screaming and running. Peter's ears rang as he was knocked to the ground, his mask tumbling away. His vision blurred, but he saw his father shielding his mother from falling debris. His small body trembled as smoke and fire consumed the skyline. His parents turned toward him, their expressions frozen in terror. Iron Morgan was about to shoot in his direction. Only to be rescued by saved by iron man who stood behind him and deals with his uncle, Iron Morgan. Screams and palpitations was to much for him. His vision under the mask became blur.
Then, darkness.
....
When he opened his eyes, his parents rushed him to Uncle Ben and Aunt May's (TASM) house in a panic. He didn't understand what was happening, only that his mother was crying, and his father looked afraidāsomething Peter had never seen before.
Richard knelt in front of him, gripping his shoulders.
"Peter, listen to me," he said, his voice low but urgent. "Your mother and I have to go away for a while. But we love you, son. More than anything."
Peter's small hands clutched at his father's coat. "Where are you going?"
Richard hesitated, glancing at Mary.
"I need you to be strong," he said, his voice breaking. "For Uncle Ben and Aunt May."
Peter shook his head. "I don't want you to go."
Mary bent down, cupping his face. "We love you, sweetheart." She kissed his forehead. "Always remember that."
And then they were gone.
The next morning, Uncle Ben told him his parents' plane had crashed. There were no survivors.
Peter didn't cry at first. He didn't understand how the world could move on when his had just ended.
But it did.
And so, Peter Parker grew up an orphan, searching for answers that never came.