The sun seemed to descend rather slowly over the forest, and Christopher, or how he liked to be called, Connor, was seated high up in the branches of a redwood, humming a soft tune to himself as he sat high above the ground. In his hands, he was holding a small contraption, to which was oh so graciously called the web shooter, which was crudely built from parts he scavenged from the ground.

Yeah, web shooters. Connor was indeed one of those kids. So there he was, seated on the branch as always, fixing and improving the contraption designed by his long lost father. And with that thought, he sighed.

His father... The thought of the day the news played those headlines, he was speechless. Granted he was only 6 at the time, and didn't quite understand the situation. When he was 10, that is when he realized why his mother kept her last name and changed his.

And he had to thank the news. The screen had shown them that Judas was looking for the Avengers' families, knowing full well that they had their own families, and that their children posed a threat.

That was the day Connor decided to leave in the dark of night with only several changes of clothes and the suit his father left him. And he had left his mother a note about what he was going to do.

He could only imagine the look on his mother's face when she would read the note, she would probably have searched for him.

"Hey Connor!" called out a male voice. Marshall, his only friend he had made since he had run away. Connor looked down and waved to him, pocketing the web shooter as he then moved to jump off the branch, the air whipping past him and through his hair as he landed on his feet without so much as a grunt.

"Yeah Mars?" he asked softly, "Is it that time already?" he ran a hand through his hair before he dusted his clothes off a bit, despite not needing it.

"Yeah... Curfew, now come on Connor!" he began to run off north of where they stood, "Last one there owes the other a day off of chores!"

Connor rolled his eyes slowly, and he then moved to chase after his friend, taking deep breaths as he kept jogging, catching up to him as he then looked over to the male. When Marshall noticed him, he tried to elbow him.

Keyword is tried. Because when he shifted towards him, Connor's spider sense kicked in and then shifted. "Hey!" came Marshall's voice.

"Try and touch me... If you can!" he called back as he jumped over a fallen tree trunk, landing perfectly on his feet mid-stride.

In about five to ten minutes, Connor and Marshall stopped as they approached their cave entrance. Not classy, but hey, it was the entrance to their home. Connor looked to his dark haired friend, "You owe me a day free of chores..." he told him as he then walked further ito the cave, the duo pulling out their flashlights as they walked.

"Yeah yeah Connor, whatever you say... But we didn't shake on it..." he remarked with a smirk. The duo walked into the kitchen to open the fridge and pull out a loaf of bread and some deli meat. Cold cut sandwiches it was for dinner again.

Connor pulled out several slices of bread as Marshall spoke. His eyes widened as he set the bread down.

Connor looked over to the male, "Why you little son of a bi-" he began only to hear a slow clap from behind them.

They both froze. Hearts pounding in their chests, they waited patiently. "Well well well..." came a feminine voice, and Connor recognized it instantly. He swallowed a bit nervously as the female voice continued, "You are one hard kid to track..."

Marshall looked to Connor, and Connor then spoke, "Yeah... I was hoping to keep it that way..." he told her as he then turned around.

"Well, maybe you should not pick up random components off the ground for your toys Parker..."

Marshall's brows furrowed, "What do you mean by Parker?" he also turned around.

In front of them, seated in a chair at the table was a young woman, fair in complexion, and dark in hair and eye color. Her frame rather athletic and toned. What was easily recognizable was the fact that her eyes held a tone of foreboding and mystery, but most importantly, was the firearm that she carried in her left. "You haven't told him have you?"

Connor tilted his head and pursed his lips, "I don't see a reason why I should have... If I tell anyone then that ruins the purpose of being hidden... Hence why I live here with Marshall at his parents' cave lodge."

"Okay Connor," Marshall began, "You better tell me what the hell is going on here?" he asked him as he looked him in the eye.

"Go on... Tell him... I am taking you in anyway..." she egged him on with a slight motion of her gun.

Connor looked from the gun and to his friend, only murmuring one word.

"Duck." he told his friend, who fortunately listened to him, and the dark haired male ducked into a crawl. Connor immediately attached a web shooter to his wrist as he then shot out a bit of web to the gun, the woman firing off a shot the whisked past Mashall and into the wall behind where he had once stood, clogging the barrel before he had another shot, pinning her hand to the wall behind her.

"Come on!" he spoke, helping his friend up before he then ran out of the cave, and Marshall looked back as he ran with them.

"O-Okay, you better promise me that you are going to tell me everything! To the fort!" he told him as they kept running through the forest.

"I still can't believe this has happened..." he remarked, and he soon stopped by the edge of a lakebed.

"Yeah," Marshall began, "It did, so you better tell me who was that chick, and why did she call you 'Parker'?" he spoke through heavy breathing.

"You want to know the truth? It is a bit of a shocker..." he warned him.

"I think at this point, I am ready for anything..." he remarked as he sat on a rock. Connor let his gaze look onto the waves.

"Good. My full name is Christopher Benjamin Parker..." he began after taking a deep breath, lifting his chin to look his best friend in the eye, "And my father... Well, his name was Peter Parker, and he was Spider-Man."

NOTE:
Since Marshall is a key point in this story, I am including his form here. Here it is.

I will say this, Marshall is the son of an Avenger. As to who it is, well... I will leave that up to you to find out!

Name:
Marshall Rhys Hewitt

Nicknames:
Mars

Gender:
Cisgender Male, He/him/his

Age:
20

Birthday:
November 22

Romantic Orientation:
Biromantic

Sexual Orientation:
Demisexual

Parents:
Johnathan Hewitt + Martha Reynolds (Adoptive Parents)
UNKNOWN FATHER + Jenna Cartwright (Birth Parents)

Faceclaim:
Harry Styles

Personality:
Marshall is a goofy guy, a prankster at heart. He is a tender soul who is sensitive to people's perceptions of him. He feels alone all the time, and often isolates himself when he meets new people. It takes a bit for him to form a bond with people, and he does have some anger issues from his very frequent mood swings, not to mention a completely terrible memory.

Background:
Born as a result of a one night stand, Marshall was raised by a single mother, he was raised to know that not all men are bad. His mother was unfortunately shot down in a mugging gone wrong in front of him when he was 7. His mother protected him to her last breath, her final words were "Your father is up there... In the stars..."

He was soon adopted by the rather wealthy Hewitt couple rather quickly, as he had an encounter with them shortly after the mugger had fled the scene. He soon met Christopher when he was 12, and made friends with him slowly.

Likes:
Stragazing, his friend, the forest, his parents, sex, flirting (even though he sucks at it), salty foods, french fries (favorite food), being validated, wanting to make a mark in the world.

Dislikes:
Hurting, his mood swings, his crappy memory, spicy foods, his father for not being a part of hi life, being alone, feeling unvalidated.

Love Interest:
Open! Just ask

Notes:
He does have DID, fair warning, although he only has one other alter, that alter will remain hidden until he is needed. He also suffers from slight depression.