Marvel One-Shots [NO REQUESTS]

THE EVIL SIDE OF THE PARKER FAMILY

When Mary and Richard Parker passed in a plane crash, their one year old baby was left without his parents. Peter was supposed to be placed in the care of May and Ben Parker, his aunt and uncle, but that was before another one of his uncles found out that the wealth Richard had left behind from his job was to be given to the boy when he became eighteen. 

Andrew, whom had been shunned by the rest of the Parker family after embezzling from his friends company, hired a corrupt lawyer to ensure his nephew would be given to him and his wife, Katherine Wilson-Parker. They had both agreed to hide the child's wealth and when he turned eighteen, an 'accident' would be arranged once he signed the money over to them.

Over the next few years, Peter was treated with the same respect given to a rabid dog. He slept in the old shed under a thin blanket, was given a meal made from scraps every other day and was never allowed to meet any guests that came over. Most of his days where spent in the shed, reading through the old science textbooks Andrew had thrown out long ago with as much light that came in through the gaps in the walls, and hoping the spiders would stop biting him.

The door was locked, three padlocks and one deadbolt, and the keys were attached to Andrew's key chain.  Peter was trapped in, only allowed out to eventually go to school, wash (only the days before he went to school) or do whatever chores he was ordered to do. 

No one at school ever noticed Peter's living situation, Andrew and Katherine were impeccable liars, not even his two friends. Ned and Michelle were the only people that talked to Peter as a human being, along with one of the kinder teachers, since everyone else in their year never spotted him. He had learnt to stay in the shadows from a young age and it was a hard habit to shake off.

One night Peter was struggling to get to sleep, unable to shake off the feeling that something was about to happen. He wrapped his blanket around his shoulders, not wanting to waste the small amount of heat he'd somehow made, and sat up in bed. Peter stared at the door and wondered what it would be like if he could break it down. He knew none of the other fourteen year old's lived like this but he couldn't help but feel helpless.

A stinging sensation erupted on his neck, nothing compared to the occasional beatings he'd get when Andrew got drunk but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. He moved his hand up and a small dead spider fell off into it. In disgust, Peter dropped it onto the floor and tried his hardest to get to sleep, perhaps tomorrow would be better.

It did. For the next three months he learned to master his new powers, resisting the urge to  punch whoever next opened the door and make a run for it. Instead he created a small waist-height door that he could sneak out of each night and, with the help of Ned's sewing skills (who knew?), became Spider-Man. Two years passed and soon the mask was plastered all over the tabloids, thanking him for his heroic feats.

By day he was nothing, by night he was a hero. Not bad for someone who Flash called Puny Parker.

He knew the Avengers, or at the very least S.H.I.E.L.D, would notice the famous vigilante in Queen's but never thought that Tony Stark would personally hunt him down on his daily patrol.

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Peter sat down on the edge of the building, his feet dangling over the side, and chatted to Ned through the Bluetooth-like device they had fitted into the mask. After a while, Ned had to leave to avoid his mum becoming suspicious and Peter decided to watch the sun rise. It would be another few hours until he'd have to go home otherwise Katherine would unlock the shed and find him missing. 

That was the last thing he needed, he had already gotten on their bad side for breaking one of their plates, earning him a black eye and punches to the stomach. Peter was glad the only crimes that night was a handful of petty thefts and one weaker-than-he-looked mugger.