Life has been hard lately. My parents died in a fire at work and I have been out on my own hiding, because I don't want to go to one of those adoption centers and have parents I don't even know.
I just want my parents back. I had a cool nickname they call me Spidey and I liked that sentence. My real nickname was Spider-Man but now I'm on my own, who knows where.
Suddenly, there's movement in the grass. "Hello?" I call. "KID GET DOWN!" Someone shouts. "Who are you?" I ask, getting down like he said. "NO TIME TO ASK, COME ON!" He yells.
"Okay, will you tell me later?" I ask, still wanting to know. "YES, NOW COME ON!" He drags me through the woods. "Okay, where are we going?" I ask.
"CAN YOU STOP ASKING QUESTIONS FOR ONE SECOND?" He growls. "Okay, I'm sorry. " I say, feeling hurt he's yelling. "STAY HERE!" He demands, hiding me in a bush. "Where are you going?" I ask in worry. "JUST STAY HERE!" He roars. "Okay, but before you go, can you tell me your name?"
"TONY STARK, BUT YOU CALL ME MR. STARK!" He answers angrily. "Can I just call you dad?" I ask. "NO DEFINITELY NOT! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK KID." He responds. "Okay, sorry so just mr. stark?" I question. "YES." He says exasperatedly. "Okay."
