On the run

When I was six, my parents died in a car crash. Two months before I turned 15, my uncle got shot in the heart. Four months after I turned 15, my aunt died from a plane crash. That was three months ago. Six months ago I got bit by a spider and got these weird powers where I can crawl up walls and I have better reflexes.. Ever since May died, I've been on the run from CPS. Child Protection Services. They haven't caught me yet. And I hope they never will. Because there's a center "run aways" go to. They go in, they don't come back out. See, I didn't know what they would do. Until my friend told me what they did. They aren't the friendliest place. The orphanage. All the stories I heard. About kids getting beat if they dont do what they're told. That's when I packed my bag and started my journey on the streets.

I still go to school and I still go out as Spider Man. I just make it impossible to track me. I go all over New York. They never catch me. Until the day I met him. I ran into Tony Stark while running away and that's when they caught me.

(This takes place before Civil War)