Sunday . October 8, 2017

Disney MARVEL's Spider-Man Homecoming and Disney's K.C. Undercover do not belong to me.

Chapter One

"Siege Perilous"

The 17-year-old secret spy agent, Katrina Charlotte Coretta Scott Cooper, was only supposed to look for an artifact called the Siege Perilous. The criminal organization base of The Other Side, somewhere deep inside the building was where she was to find it, take it, and bring it back with her to her bosses at The Organization.

She had no idea that would be her last mission for good. The last mission of the last.. that would leave her a homeless hungry orphan with no friends, no school, and no job.

Big headed and full of herself, thinking she could do the job on her own, Katrina Charlotte decided to go on the mission solo. Which she quickly regretted way sooner than she thought she would eventually. She had the slightest inkling she might regret not bringing anyone with her, but the feeling was barely there that it was easy to ignore. She didn't think the feeling of regret would hit her until at least sometime after she reached The Other Side- when she happened to get caught, was surrounded, and needed back-up.

Instead, she felt the regret feels somewhere two-and-a-half miles from her house. The car she was driving got stuck in some deep mud just outside the city and she needed someone to push the car while she, being behind the wheel, try to drive it out.

So she called her parents.

Her mom and dad were only supposed to help unstuck her car so she could go on her way. But when hearing she was to go inside the base of a criminal organization on her own, they made the decision to go along with her. They parked the then-unstuck-car twenty feet away from the muddy spot and had her ride with them.

Everything went smoothly sneaking inside the building. It took them over an hour to find the right room that the Siege Perilous thing was kept in, not getting caught. Once in the room, it didn't take long for Katrina Charlotte to spot the mathinger. It was hecka lookin all ancient and magical like it came from some fantasy realm. The teenaged spy swiftly grabbed the artifact and made a run for it. Her and her mom were the first ones out of the room.

Something had caught Mr. Cooper's eye so he didn't follow behind right away.

Noticing her husband wasn't following, Mrs. Cooper went back in to get him...

Then a huge explosion in that room went off.

The Organization had was no way of knowing. There was no way Katrina Charlotte could have been warned. There was no way the Coopers would have known there was a timed trap set to blow up the room in ten seconds if the room sensors picked up any artifacts in the room being moved without first saying the password(s) to deactivate the time bomb.

Each artifact had their own specific ten-worded passwords the room needed to "hear" being spoken. And there were probably more or less a hundred artifacts in there. The passwords for each artifact had to be said correctly in the right words in a specific and exact order. If by chance the wrong password was said when an artifact was moved from its spot, or an artifact was removed and the remover simply forgot to say the ten words before removing it, the remover, or anyone in that room, had ten seconds to say the passwords before -BOOM.

There were times when bad guys were more creative and, in a way, more clever than the good guys and it was clearly shown there. But The Other Side were not clever enough. Because the room, along with everything in it, were blown to smithereens. Their collection of artifacts were such a waste, nevermind that the time they spent collecting those artifacts were wasted.

The Other Side really should have thought more carefully about that one. Hopefully next time. The evil organization just never thought someone from the outside would-could ever sneak in and even find the room.

The members of The Other Side were brainwashed to know each ten random worded passwords for each single artifact in that room. They had the muscle movement memory of the passwords in their mouth and the memory for each passwords that went with each artifacts ingrained into their long-term memories so it was easier to remember and would remember for a longer period of time. No one had ever miss-spoke once yet. But if somehow they did accidentally mess up saying it, they had ten seconds to say the right password, which was plenty of time for all the members to quickly say for the right artifact the right things in the right order.

DATE: 09/13/2017

Katrina Charlotte jerked. She had nodded off and the book she was reading nearly slipped out of her grip, startling her awake.

Sleep. She needed more sleep. She could read later. The use-to senior high schooler gently set the book down and crossed her arms on top of the table. Resting her head on her arms, she was about to rest her eyes too when some rude little kid loudly "SSHHt-"ed for her attention.

"Hey, alien runaway. Go sleep beside a dumpster outside somewhere. Or go back to whatever country you came from on a boat," the little girl goaded her, spitting out nonsense. Little shrimps like her loved being compulsive liars, never played fair in any sort of game, and whose day wouldn't be complete without saying at least one mean thing to every person they come across each day.

Katrina Charlotte didn't even lift her head up from its comfortable position. She was too tired to tell the kid off for the fourth time that week that she wasn't a runaway..

She was just a homeless orphan...

There was a difference, you know.

Wow. A week? It's been a week already? Wait, but this was only the fourth day the tiny spitfire only spit fire at her. So then that means it's only been four days since.. But four days is practically a week. Therefore, it has been a week.

Katrina Charlotte's mind cleared of any wonder. One moment she felt empty, saw emptiness, and was totally relaxed. The next moment, she was in deep sleep one could tell from her airy, light snore.

The mean girl crossed her arms. Humphing, she turned and stormed off. A man who was quietly reading to his son shushed at her. The mad mean girl shushed him back three times and about five times as loud as she could, turning blue. Even a couple feet away from him, some of her saliva spray landed on his face.

The man glared.

She stuck her tongue out. And ran.

Katrina Charlotte opened her eyes. At least, she thought they were open. Everything was super dim. Like looking through a dark shirt that was covering her face. Forcing her eyes closed, she rubbed them hard and blinked, shaking her head.

What was going on? Where was she? Why was she there? She was burning up, her ears were stinging and ringing, she had a headache, and she was feeling dizzy even though she was mostly blind right then. The nausea that usually came with the dizzying feels was making her sick.

The overwhelmed teenager curled up with her hands covering her ears and her eyes tightly shut, just breathing in and out slowly. She stayed like that for a moment before the ringing pains in her ears lessened a bit and she heard running footsteps coming closer and closer.

She looked up and her greatly cleared vision saw fire and rubble all around her.

Katrina Charlotte suddenly remembered where she was and why she was even there in the first place. She also remembered she didn't come alone.

And she realized what just happened.

No one could survive a blast that big and especially not that close.

A sob escaped her. "Mom?" And another sob left her, along with a whiny groan. "Dad?" That right there was a pointless call out since she knew they were dead. And even if they were still alive, they were standing right in the middle of the room when it exploded. For sure, ears and voice-boxes would no longer be working after that. They wouldn't have heard her soft call and they wouldn't have been able to answer back if they did. If she ran over to them, and if they were still alive, they wouldn't have been able to see her with even more messed up eyes - if they were not already completely blind by that blast.

They really wouldn't see her anyway if she ran back to them, because they were dead.

She knew.

Katrina Charlotte bolted before The Other Side agents saw her. After a minute of running through the maze-y halls, she found a janitor closet that was slightly opened and hid inside. It wasn't until when she went to close the door with her dominant right hand did she only then notice she was still holding the artifact she stole.

Also known as The Doorway To Other Worlds, the Siege Perilous was said to have the power to make people hop into different universes.

She squeezed it.

The Siege Perilous sensed she wanted to get out of there.

And so it took her to a random universe.

She didn't believe what they said about it at first. But now there she was - in a effin different universe - with proof that what was said about the Siege Perilous was for a fact.

DATE: 09/13/2017 (still)

Katrina Charlotte bolted awake.

Not to be confused with bolting away like she did earlier in the memory. She'd been having recurring flashback dreams these pass couple of days. It was hard to try to forget what happened when every single time she closes her eyes, her mind would force her to remember.

"What kind of dream makes you bolt up like that," a familiar voice wondered out loud.

In the exact same voice as the questioner, Katrina Charlotte replied, "A nightmare. That never stops coming back." She looked up and immediately froze in her seat. As if in slow motion, her face looked more and more super messed up in a really sort of funny way, a brow of hers raised at the same slow speed her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

Michelle Jones stared. Her face didn't reveal an ounce of surprise, if she actually did felt any. Which she did. It just didn't show. She'd been sitting across from her twin stranger this last hour without knowing. Who wouldn't be shocked by that? It also didn't show on her face how funny she thought the girl with her face looked slo-mo-ing to a weirder and weirded out expression. If Michelle's face was as expressive as her look-a-like's, Michelle was certain she would be doing the same exact look the girl was showing if Michelle was looking at a girl who looked like her - which, again, Michelle was looking at a girl who looked like her. Michelle just had a more stubborn case of the resting bitch face, because Michelle was positive she felt on the inside the same way this identical stranger was looking on the outside.

When Katrina Charlotte's face got stuck because her face couldn't go any more messed-up, she let out a small, short, and hurried gasp that seemed no different to a hiccup. That quick gasp-hic she did was let out in the same second it happened, forced out in a big exhaled cough that let out all the air she inhaled. She nearly choked on her own saliva. The teen spy relaxed her face, now mirroring her doppelgänger's deadpan one. She cleared her throat. "Katrina Charlotte Coretta Scott Cooper," she introduced herself. Her left hand raised and she waved it. "My friends call me KC."

"Michelle Jones. My friends call me MJ."

"Daaanng. You have friends looking like that?"

Michelle shrugged. "You apparently do and we have the same face."

Katrina Charlotte rolled her eyes.. At herself- or was it by herself? What was it now? ...Wait. Oh, yeah. That's right. This was another version of her. This version of her had family and friends in this universe. MJ belonged here, not KC.

Yeah, you know, KC would love to go back to her world, her reality and everything... But the Siege Perilous wouldn't work again. It got her here but she couldn't go back.

What the heck.

Why!

"So my parents," Michelle paused. The blank look she had on was now actually showing something. The inner corners of her brow scrunched up the tiniest bit as her eyes glanced down to the book in her hand. She started multitasking by reading the pages in front of her and telling this girl an embarrassing story. "They showed me videos of my mother giving birth to me. Like, as in the actual thing happening. There were two cameras. Both started from the minute before to an hour after without cut. Just focused on my mom and me."

"..Uh." Katrina Charlotte narrowed her eyes at the her who was not her-her. "Okay..."

"So I know I'm an only child. Who are you? A clone or a shapeshifter or something," asked Michelle, looking back up at her maybe clone self or her maybe alien-mutant imposter. If her imposter, why imposterify as her? Was this imposter into academic decathlon stuff?

Katrina Charlotte shook her head. "I'm you."

"What, from the future?" That question was meant to be a joke, but even to Michelle herself the question sounded serious. Nodding, Michelle gave KC a no-duh look. "Of course you are, my clone-slash-shapeshifter in the shape of me."

Katrina Charlotte rolled her eyes. "No. I'm saying I'm you from an another universe. Like a parallel-reality alternate world type of deal."

"Usually on TV a person and their alternate selves have the same name," Michelle mentioned.

"That's a multiverse. It's where the yous are from similar storylines, where the differences start when somewhere down your timeline, a you choose a different path, idea, decision- whatever. But since we're from completely different backgrounds and you're Earth's history is different - I mean, where I'm from, the famous superheroes in this world are only in the comics - We're not in the same multiverse. We have different last names. You're from Queens, New York while I'm from Arlington, Virginia." Katrina Charlotte reads the cover of Michelle's binder. "Class of-" She snorted. "And you're a sophomore, looks like. I'm a senior.." The older look-alike leaned back in her seat. "You know, we probably don't even have the same mom and dad or siblings."

That just confused Michelle. Aren't the appearances of a person because of family genes mostly? "How do you know we're each other's version? Maybe there's a Michelle Jones with our face in your world who's my age? Your doppelgänger from your New York - or wherever that me might be in on your earth - and I'm her version from this reality?"

"That makes sense. But.." Katrina Charlotte let out a dry laugh. "I had my robot sister, Judy, do a facial recognition on me one time and search for others who have looks that were eighty percent and up similar to mine." Sighing, she told the disappointing knews. "I have near look-alikes, but none that were identical- well, there was this one time, but she had surgery to look like me so she could pretend to be me. That didn't count." Head shaking, eyes distant, she explained, "My imposter. I was kidnapped."

"Robot sister? Interesting senior life you have."

"I'm a spy," blurted Katrina Charlotte. She froze. If she were back in her world, she would have gotten in big trouble for that. But she wasn't in her world- Nah, probably best if she doesn't go saying that around here, either. But who would believe her? "And right about now is when I'd normally be spraying the person I accidentally tell that to my memory amnesia spray." Yeah, she probably shouldn't go around saying that too. "Excuse me. I gotta use the little girl's room." Katrina Charlotte got up and made her way to the bathroom.

Lucky for Katrina Charlotte, the little nasty meanie bully girl popped back out only seconds after she disappeared behind the restroom door, just missing her. But poor Michelle was right in the kid's sights.

"Yo, Loser!" The blonde haired Asian little girl called out, stomping heavily and noisily over to Michelle.

"Yes?"

"Ha! So you agree? You said yes! You admit you're a loser! Ha! Ha!"

Michelle stared at the annoying small finger that was pointing at her for a moment before focusing on the girl's face. "Careful. You're finger is within biting distance."

The girl quickly stopped pointing.

"What do want?" Michelle leaned her tired looking poker face in closer to the rude dwarf.

"Careful," warned (insert any random name)... Shrug, shrug. How about calling this girl Hntycs? Which is the acronym for- Her Name That You Cannot Say.. Hntycs leaned in too so both their faces were less than a foot apart. "You're ugly face is within spitting distance-" Hntycs jumped when she felt long slim arms wrapped around her from behind. "-what the-?" Unable to shrug off the strong hold on her, she tried to headbutt the person. But the person moved up a little causing Hntycs to bang the middle back of her head to the person's collarbone.

And that hurt Hntycs. It pained Katrina Charlotte too, but it hurt Her Name That You Cannot Say more.

"Ow, jeez. Girl, you remind me of my little robot sister. I can't do this to her though. She would kick my butt."

Hntycs turned her head and her eyes went huge, super shocked to see- "There's two of you? The fu-"

Katrina Charlotte cut her off. "-fun we could be having if we were friends, yeah?" She finished the girl's sentence, a sentence the girl was not actually going to say and never ever would.

Hntycs growled in Katrina Charlotte's face. "Why are you touching me, you malnourished ape?"

"You're so grumpy, thought you needed a hug or something," answered the 17-year-old Miss Cooper.

"Pedo!"

"Okay, first off-" Katrina Cooper squeezed Hntycs a little tighter and started listing why Hntycs shouldn't call her that name-call. "I'm a kid myself. Second, I'm not into little girls, I go for guys my age - and preferably, though sometimes it doesn't matter - taller than me. Third, you are so not my type, you brat."

"Pedo! Pedo! Pedo! Some kid.. Ha! You giant pedo!"

Normally, especially at a supposedly quiet place like the library, people would start staring and calling security for causing a disturbance. But that little girl was so mean to everyone that anything that might annoy her - or any kind of standing up to her - they'll, hopefully, encourage others to continue doing by turning a blind eye on them doing so. But only with that little girl. With other little girls or little boys or with anyone else, for sure they'll interfere. But with Hntycs, at that moment, and the next time, and some other time, they'll pretend not to notice her shouts while also looking at the corners of their eyes her way and see how things would go down.

15-year-old Miss Jones voiced out a suggestion. "Hug her tighter and.." Pausing a moment for some dramatic effect, she added, "Take care of her. Take really good care of her. If you know what I mean."

Even though Michelle's face was blank and her voice was all monotonous giving her suggestion, Hntycs, being a mean girl herself and really knowing a promise that involves hurt when she hears one, was getting scared. Scanning around that part of the library, she saw that everyone were giving them glances and not doing anything to help her. Even more scared now, she turned her head back to the teen holding her down and opened her mouth. Hntycs was about to spit on her captor's face-

But Katrina Charlotte beat her to it and with fast reflexes, fired her spit first, her spit shooting in the girl-who-had-it-coming's mouth. She had a younger brother named Ernest who she first did that to when they were in elementary.

Hntycs flinched, gagged, stuck her tongue out, and let Katrina Charlotte's spit that landed on there slide down. And it slid down slowly too before falling to the carpet floor, Hntycs gagging the whole time. Hntycs didn't want the spit touching her teeth.

Katrina Charlotte made a face and let go of the girl.

Hntycs spat. And she shrieked. Spitting just made her feel like she still touched part of the saliva, that didn't belong to her, with her teeth. Shuddering, she let out a snarl. "Someone else's spit does not belong in my mouth!" Hntycs ran.

Katrina Charlotte shouted at the running midget's back. "Well, guess what? Neither does your spit belong on other's faces, you short stack!" Sighing, she took a seat beside this universe's version of her, blinking at the her who was staring unblinkingly at her. "Yes?"

Michelle shrugged. "You can stay at my place until you figure out how to get back to yours in your world."

Well, well. What a pleasant surprise that kind offer was. "Wow, MJ. Are you sure?" Katrina Charlotte grinned. Then her grin transformed into one of her famous exaggerated wacky frown face. "Would I be hiding from your family, or are you saying you think your fambam might be cool with me crashing there for- well, until you kick me out. Or until your parents kick me out?"

Michelle gave Katrina Charlotte a peace sign. Or. Unless she was actually showing the older girl the answer to the older girl's question? "Only my friends call me MJ."

"Who are your friends," asked Katrina Charlotte. If she was going to live with herself - heh, see what was done there? -Ahem. Anyway. She wanted to make some new friends too. She missed her friends. And she missed her family. Her siblings. Her parents- Katrina Charlotte suddenly felt her eyes, nose, and throat sting and she knew she was about to cry. She wrapped her arms around herself. No, not her-her self, the her who was not her. She hugged herself, her other self. "Thank you."

Michelle replied, "I don't have any friends."

"Well," shrugged Katrina Charlotte. "I'm calling you MJ. So that must mean I'm your friend."

The half smile Michelle gave was the most expressive face she showed yet. Even her dead looking eyes were partly smiling. Dead tired with all the insomnia and reading and reading and heartbreak and reading books, but still dead all the same.

Soon. Katrina Charlotte bet she could make Michelle give her a full on ear-to-ear beam. With the eyes, mouth, full-faced grin and whole-bodied laugh, experiencing the tears of joy and the joy of feeling pain- the greatest feeling kind of pain in one's gut from cracking up so hard with a friend. "Aint that right, friendshipness?"

Michelle snorted at the supposed nickname Katrina Charlotte was calling her. "Friendshipness.. You're a weirdo." A noiseless tee-hee left her lips. "Alright. I guess so, KC. Friends we are then. And friends don't - at least I don't think they don't - kick friends out of their homes unless with very many and very good reasons to."

Katrina Charlotte tightened her arms around Michelle. If she never get back to her world, she would have to learn to live with this version of her. Which probably wouldn't even be that hard because, come on now, this her seemed pretty cool. In a peculiar way.

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This chapter was just so whaty-whata-blarrrgh. Don't you think?

Thank You for reading this first chapter of a will-be kinda long crossover. Hope you stick around.. Please let me know what you think of this so far? xD