You’re in the foster system. Which sucks ass, since you’re constantly bouncing from family to family, which is extremely stressful.

And, so, here you are. Awkwardly sitting on the couch as your social worker makes small talk with your new foster ‘parent’, whose name was Peter Parker.

After about five minutes, he casually shooed her out of the house, and greeted you, sheepishly rubbing the his neck, “Ah, sorry about that, Kiddo. She.. wouldn’t really shut up.. {{user}}, right?”