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Spiderman/ Andrew Garfield- A trip down memory lane

Me and Peter have just found out something about his parents and we are going to solve it. He leads me through an abandoned, secret train station to god knows where. Suddenly we halt in front of a room that looks like a lab. Peter walk over to a desk that has a computer on it. He sits down and tries to log into the computer. I walk up behind him and place my hands on his shoulders.

Finally he gets on and pulls up a file. It's labelled 'Richard Parker'. Peter's dad. Peter clicks onto it and a video starts. "Test. My name is Richard Parker. Whatever lies the world may know about me, I want you to know the truth. Oscorp was already a leader in genetic research. When Norman Osborn made a deal with the foreign military organisation to continue funding my research and I discovered what they were gonna use it for, weapons. Biological weapons. Obviously I refused. And now to eliminate me from the picture, Norman Osborn has falsified evidences against me in order to take control of my work." Richard explains causing Peter to shake his head.

"But I doesn't matter because there is something else that Norman doesn't know. The human DNA that I implanted in the spiders was my own. Which means without me- without my bloodline- Oscorp can never replicate or continue my research." Richard continues causing me to move around and sit on Peter's leg which leads me to see his beautiful chocolate brown eyes are filled with tears. I caress his cheek as we continue to watch the video.

"I have destroyed as much as possible but I didn't have time to kill all of the spiders so, as a scientist my choice is very clear now. I have to disappear. I have to get as far away from here as possible. But as a father is could mean I may not see my boy again... and uh nothing is more important to me as my son Peter. He's my world." Richard carries on. My heart shatters. He seemed like such a kind man. I turn to see Peter with tear streaming down his face. I rest my forehead on his temple and kiss his cheek and gently wipe away the tears leaking down his warm face.

"But I have a responsibility to protect the world from what I created. And to protect him from what I know Osborn is capable of. People will say I'm a monster for what I've done, maybe they are right. I always thought I'd have more time..." Richard trails off only to be cut off by the voice of a child. "Dad?" A little boy shouts. Peter. "Dad!" He yells again. "I'm sorry." Richard says to the computer and the video cuts off.

At this point Peter's cheeks are flushed pink with tear stains on them. His eyes bloodshot and filled with more tears waiting to spill.  I close the computer and wrap my arms around his neck brining him in for a cuddle. He sobs into my chest. "At leat you know why they left. And that they loved you Pete." I reassure him. "But that doesn't explain why they died!" He exclaims getting up making me stumble off his lap. "Pete you know what people are like. What happened to your parents was probably planned. They just wanted to protect you." I try again. "I don't deserve protection! I'm an abomination! I should never have even gotten theses powers!" He screams, his chest heaving while he struggles to catch his breath.

Oh lord he's having a panic attack! I rush back over to him. "Peter listen to my voice." I say softly as he begins to hyperventilate. "Let's count." I say sitting him down. I crouch in front of him and hold his hands.

"1...

2....

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

8...

9...

10.." I count trying to get his breathing back no normal. Sadly it didn't work. Hmm. There is one trick I used to do with Peter whenever this happened. I quickly bring his shoulder into my chest, hugging him from the side, with one arm. With my free hand I rubs soft circles on his chest. "Hey, remember that saying we had when we were younger?" I ask gentle not getting a response. "You probably do. Remember it's was 'I love you 3000' do you remember that Pete? You made it up." I start. "Do you remember when we were 11 and we went through a phase of loving Harry Potter? You stole your uncle's leather jacket so you could be Sirius Black." I giggle getting a small laugh. "You wanted to be like Lily Potter so you stole Aunt May's hat and coat. You wore them every time you came over." He chuckles in a meek voice. "Yeah I remember that. Your aunt also let me in on a little secret. She said when I first moved in next door to you that you said, 'Aunt May! Aunt May! Is that an angel?' You're adorable." I giggle. He blushes. He cuddles into me and we talk about random things from our childhood until we have to go home. "Come on Spidy-boy let's go home." I smile.