I stared into my parents determined tear filled faces, as they were about to walk out the front door.

"Don't go, if yu...?" I barely manage to choke out.

They both quickly gave me a hug, my mother started to cry. My father held us thigh as if he was afraid of letting go. Once are embrace ended, as they both took a step back, they each had a hand on one of my shoulder. As they held my eyes with a mixture of warm and sadness, they both told me that they loved me very much. But they had to go, with one last kiss on my cheek. My mother left, tears were now freely pouring down as she held firm on her decision as she clutch her hand over her heart.

I at least manage to tell them that I love them, as they were about to get into the car. I ran out an told them right in the driveway. They both stop and just gave me the most loving look I've ever seen. The love I saw in their expression, it reignited my conviction of stoping them. As I was about to shout everything they spoke first.

"Braden, take good care of your brother. Peter will need you now, more then ever." My father said, a proud look as a few tears fell from his eyes.

"I love you Braden. Always remember that...thank you." My mother smile, that smile broke my soul in pieces inside. My newly invigorates strength melted at the sight of her smile.

As I watch my parents leave, I lost the strenght to stand. Finally my resolved crumble as the truth of my situation stab me straight in the heart. After six years of struggle, the universe came calling my parents for the reaping. Here I was, a fourteen years old teen, loosing his parents with nothing but a younger brother of six years old left by my side.

A month prio to this moment, I learn from their notes downstair in the basement, that they were planning on leaving for Berlin. It serve two objectives the first was a gathering on discussion on various subject on medical science, the other was a secret meeting with someone they trusted over a rising concern on someone stealing their work. I had tried more then once in breaking them from this fatal gathering. I was convince that this was going to be their last trip.

"Damn it, Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkk!" I cried kneeling down in the driveway. I have never felt so powerless until this very moment.

With a feeling of defeat, earlier that night I watch as they said their goodbye to Peter. They spend the better part of the evening reading to Peter before putting him to bed. They stayed in his bed as they softly sang him to sleep. The smile on my brother face shattered my heart in a thousand of pieces. I dreaded the coming day, when I would have to explaine to him that we would never see are parents again.

As my tears stop falling I slowly got up. "I need to get thing ready before they come." I stumble my way back inside, every step felt like I wasn't really in my own body, everything felt numb. The only thing I wanted to do was go up into my room and curl up in a ball in my bed. But I couldn't, to many things laid on my shoulder. I would have to grieve later, right now I need to get to work.

My first stop was my parents lab, standing at the bottom of the stairs. I took one last look around, many happy memory rush up to the surface of my mind. I smile a sad smile, checking out the various equipment around. I notice a metal barrel that wasn't their before. As I drew closer, I could see a faint glimer of smoke coming from it. Looking inside, ashes and burn black paper was all that was left.

"So they burn the paper files." I took a metal rod that was on the floor. Poking the remains, I saw a few piece of paper left. Thinking for a moment, I shook my head. "Don't think I need to destroy the rest, it should be okay."

As I walk to the computer, I notice a VHS tape right by the keyboard. Written in big bold letters on it was. 'Braden for you, destroy it after'. Taking the tape I turn to the VHS player and tv in the room. Once everything was set up, I press play and watch the final message that my parents left me.

The first thing I saw was my parents sitting down in the couch from the living room. They both smiled at the camera. "Braden if your watching this, then we have just left." My father spoke with a sad conflicted look on his face.

"Honey, the reason we are filming this is that what we have to say, could influence you in telling use something we can't know." My mother said as a tear fell from her eye.

"Son, we know you have a mutation called foresight." My father started.

"No I don't, I just know what universe I exist in. Sigh, guest my action could be seen as a foresight power." I wispered, suddenly a feeling of guilt in leading them astray came over me. I push it down, now wasn't the time to spiral into depression.

I keep watching the tape, my parent confess in figuring out my 'secret' after my trip to New Mexico. They went on about being scientist that work for SHIELD, and that my interference in their work when unotice only after my little trip. At first they were angry, but not for long after they started to notice something else.

What they found scared them, they found out that someone was spying on their work. Not the regular monitoring that SHIELD had on them. No someone was stealing from their work lab information and samples, but thanks to my interference most of what they had stolen was rendered useless. Having to start over multiple time was an advantage for them and there project. It was only then that they come to realize, how I had been keeping them safe from the shadows.

"Wait what? Someone was already on their ass long agos? Who? Was it HYDRA? Or SHIELD? Another spy agency? Damn it, they aren't telling me anything in the tape." I was frustrated that this misconception from my parents about this none existing power was costing me on some clues, to who exactly was responsible for there death.

I knew it was more likely to be HYDRA that order the hit. As to who call the shots? that was something I hadn't the faintest idea, hack into SHIELD to find out. Yeah I had tried that a few years ago, the only problem was Arnim Zola. That freak was hidden deeply in the SHIELD data base, the first time and only time I hack into he almost track me down. I barely manage to get out of there, ever since then I had avoided trying ever again it was just so damn risky.

The tape continued as they admitted that Peter was what they considered a half mutant. And I had to keep that secret even from Peter. I could understand what Peter could represent to the world, he was in essence a key in making every normal person into a mutant. I knew that this was one thing that should be burried for no one to find, it would only bring untold danger on Peter daily life.

"This was never in the comics or any of the animated tv show or movies. Guest this is another weird effect of my presence in this universe. Still this doesn't make much sense? How the hell Im I effecting things to this extreme." I wanted nothing but to punch whatever power was sticking me in this ever evolving crazy hellish rollercoaster ride.

Once the tape came to the end, once more my parents told me how much they loved me. Then they ask me, to destroyed anything else in the lab that could be use in creating an army of super soldier. For a long time, I had shared the same thought on this subject.

Destroying everything leaving nothing for others, but I had a sudden chilling thought. What if the ones looking weren't as kind as SHIELD, only taking all the tech in the house. What if, the one looking around decided to turn their attention on Peter and me. Would they be satisfied with just asking a few question or will they take more aggressive action. When they didn't like the answer we will give them, would SHIELD even be abel to protect us? Would they even care?

Two month before I ever learn about my parents secret meeting. I was struggling with my DNA research. So I went back on the dark web, I found some interesting topics following its sender. I track it down to a certain Bolivar Trask. At first I only had a faint sense of familiarity with his name, it was only by hacking into his own home computer and seeing the word Sentinel in one of his files. Did I finally figure what I had found familliar about the name.

My first thought was to destroy all his research, but checking around on his computer. I found some email that surprise me, they were about several refusal for money or material in building his Sentinel project. Apparently the one in power were very satisfied with the status quo, having the mutant under there thumb was enough.

Trask, his view of eradication, was too extreme in their opinion. They had offered money in buying his plans for the Sentinel built, which he vehemently refuse. From the tone I got from the emails, they weren't really interested in the Sentinel being built but more intrigue by his schematic of the machine. I knew that functinal robots were already a thing, sure they were mostly a hidden underground secret, that most goverment keep hidden away from the puplic eye. The point was, that robots were still very limited in what they could do, I figure they would become much better a little further down in the future.

Going back to what I had found that had intrigue me about his research. Was his work on DNA, sure most of it was in identifying mutant from regular human. But he had finish a complete DNA mapping when I was still starting. This would speed up my research by years, looking into his digital footprint.

I found something that surprise me, apparently Dr Calvin Zabo and Dr Bolivar Trask had cooperated on many thing for a time. At least until they decide to declare open war on each other over there inflated egos. The breaking point was something I wasn't expecting, it all came back from a certain offer they had each receive.

During the period of there mutual collaboration, Oscorps had come over and offer both to buy there work and also have them come and work for Oscorps. Zabo at the time was consider a fugitive, but Oscorps had enough political power in order to have that sweep under the rug. Only if he agreed to a contract, that was nothing more then modern day slavery for life under Oscorps.

As for Trask he was shun from almost every scientist gathering. Even political circles didn't want to touch him with a ten foot pole, his extreme violent views on mutant was something they didn't want around them. But Oscorps offered a private space for him to work, only he would loose any credit on anything he built, as it would all belong to Oscorps, were they could choose to do with as they please.

Both Trask and Zabo were angry at the offers, sure it was a crap load of money but the lack of freedom was a big no. So they came up with a plan in selling there core produce, Trask his schematics and Zabo his serums. But as they both complaints about the rotten deal, they came up with a scam. Both offered a flawed product to Oscorps for money, as the deal date came closer each fell into a paranoid delusion that the other had somehow plan to back stab the other.

On the date of the deal the room was so full of tension that, on the first sign of trouble. Both Trask and Zabo reacted in a very aggressive way. Saddly Norman Osborn being the master businessman that he was, had been the one who was ramping their stress all in order to low ball them in the deal. Well chaos followed, in the end both Zabo and Trask lost out in the deal. They manage in getting away with less then half of what they had demanded, as for Oscorps they got their hands on some faulty schematic for a serum and a robot.

As I was going over all this it hit me, the origin of the green goblin serum Oscorps comes up with later down in the years. Norman was never a genius scientist, he was brilliant but he was more into making money and keeping his position in the company. This stealing from other and selling it as his own seem more like his thing.

I now knew how Oscorps had created that formulas, they had taken whatever they could find with my parents research and mix it with, what Norman had on the Hyde serum. Together it created a physical improve incline person, with a penchant for an unstable mentality. So not the best for an army, since all you got was a bunch of psycho with rage issue, who no longer cared for the chaine of command.

In that moment I knew that if I went to far in trying to erase all the data from my parents research. Some how the universe would comeback with something far worse in the future. So a new idea came to me, instead of eradicating everything why not tweak it for my own benefit. I would give out enought so that a dedicates researcher would find certain drops I would leave in the data.

While I was remunerating on the past weeks in my mind, I was already busy at work on the plan I had come up with. Checking my parents computer, they had done a good job of erasing all of their data. Sadly the expert that were going to go througth all this would find what I was finding. So going in I change what I needed to change, adding the little easter eggs for only the more patient of researcher.

About a month ago, I had figure out a serum that worked. I didn't rush in mixing me a batch up, I found that the serum to be a far cry from what I wanted. For one it was a one time boost once injected in the body it would reach a limit. Beside all it did was give you, all but equal ability then a power up Steve Roger with better strength being the only difference. Of course this only work if one use the vital ray chamber along the serum. Without the chamber the receiver of this serum would go either insane, or mutate in an unexpected way, sometime it could even be both.

Once I was done with my parents computer back log data, I erase any trace of me being even here. Going around making sure my parent hadn't left anything extras, I didn't bother copying anything since I had everything already in my room.

"First step done now my room is next." I walk back up making sure to lock the door to the lab.

Walking up the step up to the second floor, I made as little noise as possible, Peter was sleeping this being maybe the last good sleep he would have for quite some time. Once at my door, I don't know why but for some reason. I began to quietly cry once more, I had thought that I had empty all of my tears earlier in the drive way.

"Put yourself together, you can cry later, not now." I whisper to myself, in the hall. My tears keep coming as I gritted my teeth forcing my sob to quiet down, preventing them from exploding into a full blown breakdown. I hadn't notice that my hands were balled into fists, my nails had punctures my palms letting a little blood slip trough on to the floor.

After a few minutes I manage to calm myself down, when I move up my hand to wipe my tears. "The hell? Ah looks like I need a few band aids." Moving away from my room, I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up.

After taking care of my small wounds, I just stared in the mirror for quite some time. My reflection was of a tall teen with deep blue eyes, messy brown hair, a slight crooked noses that seam to have been broken a few times. A gift from Sensei from all my lessons, if I thought about it I was more grateful then anything else. I knew that only other well train individual could beat me in a fight, like Naomi, no matter how much I improve she was better, it was almost unfair.

My opinion on my looks, was that I was a hansom young teen, right now all I saw was a tired sad pale shadow of myself. Loosing my parents and being powerless in changing anything was taking alot out of me. Or maybe it was that I hadden sleep well for about a week. I had gone over this scenario over and over trying in vain to find something anything, that could change the outcome. All to alway come back to the same conclusion, were their is death there will be death.

"They knew, its the only thing that makes sense. And yet they still went, in order to keep me and Peter safe." I could imagine that they had figure out something, or at least hope in going for a plan that could lead in a future with me and Peter in it. All I could do was trust them, and hope that whatever plan was, it would work out.

"If it doesn't work." Gritting my teeth I turn back toward my room, if they didn't come back then it was all on me to see the next steps througth.