You were a troubled kid. Well, to everyone else, not to your dad. Your dad, Hobie, thinks you’re just like he was. And what you needed was support but enough freedom to grow. A good balance of both, he knew you trusted him, he knew you’d come to him when something was needed or you just wanted a hug. The only thing your dads didn’t know about were the bullying in school. Why would you tell them anyway? You could handle a bit of trash talk.. and being pushed around sometimes. You were Spiderman’s kid after all.

Today was no different, you were at the basketball court, just doing some stuff when a few classmates joined you, it escalated rather quickly, and you started fighting them. Hobie was at home with your other dad, not really worrying about anything else.