Marvel Oc Origins

Part One

Chapter One

Psyche

"Can I take your car for you Ms. Parker?" Said a nearby male valet turning to address the woman who had just stepped out of the aquamarine Porsche.

The woman had tanned skin and curled black hair that stopped at the middle of her back. She wore an ocean blue pantsuit with a white blouse underneath. Her high heels matched the color of her suit, along with her purse. Ms. Parker, the head of Parker Inc. turned to the lanky valet.

"Yes, please and thank you." She replied placing her phone back into her purse. The parking garage near the Parker Incorporated building was fairly cool.

Leaving her car in capable hands, Lucille Parker made her way to work. With her travel mug in hand she clacked from the garage to the lobby. The lobby was quite spacious with the front desk being near the elevators. The front desk was entirely made of metal with a computer, stacks of paperwork, several family pictures and a plant near the end. On the left side of the lobby were black and white polka dotted armchairs and loveseats. The carpeting on the floor also had black and white polka dots. In three different places there were metal coffee tables with tops. Vases of flowers were placed on the coffee tables along with business cards. Lucy waved politely at the blonde woman behind the desk as she pressed the up button on the elevator. Sherri waved back at her as she entered the elevator.

Lucy hadn't originally wanted to run her father's company, she had come to enjoy the perks of it. Not only that, but it allowed to her to do what she truly wanted. Which, in her case, was writing. And, with a little convincing from Tony Stark a longtime family friend, Lucy had decided to attend business school and follow her dad's footsteps.

Stepping onto the 100th floor of the building, Lucy could feel the caffeine hitting her already. She took another sip from her mug as she looked around. So far, almost everyone in the office seemed to be doing something, whether it was typing away at their computers, making copies, or brewing coffee in the break room.

As Lucy was making her way to her office she heard footsteps behind her. Stopping in the doorway of her office, she turned around to face her assistant Beatrice.

Beatrice had blonde hair that was usually kept in a large, tight bun on top of her head. She wore thick, black square-shaped glasses and through them were her brown eyes. Today she wore a black short sleeve blouse with a matching pencil skirt and heels.

"Bea, give me the run down." Lucy said as she stepped into her office. She loved this room, as it had originally been her father's. The desk had been her father's along with a photo Lucy kept on her desk. It was one of her and her father on a business trip to Germany.

The office was huge with large windows occupying two out of the three walls. In the center of the room was a large, heavy mahogany desk. On top was a computer monitor, several stacks of papers, a frame photo, and a large calendar. Lucy sat down in her brown, leather armchair. Bea closed the door then approached Lucy.

"Okay so your editor called this morning and left a message. She said your second book was finished and to give it a once over before sending the manuscript to printing. It should be coming this afternoon to the office," Beatrice pushed her glasses further up her nose. "Also Tony Stark called and said he wanted to have lunch at Bravo's. I told him I wasn't sure what days you were open and that I'd get back to him."

Lucy nodded as she took mental notes. She had practically memorized her schedule this week but if she forgot anything that's what Beatrice was for. "I think Tuesday would be a good day to have lunch with Tony. I don't have anything that day, right?"

Beatrice bit her lower lip. "You already scheduled to meet with Professor Xavier's students that day at one."

Lucy placed her purse next to her seat. "Change it to Wednesday then. Is that everything?" she took a long sip of coffee, which she had brewed at home.

By Beatrice's wavering look, it meant she wasn't finished. The fact that she hesitated to speak meant something was wrong. Lucy intended to find out what and deal with who, or what, ever was making Beatrice clam up.

"Bea, what's wrong?" Lucy asked point blank-knowing her assistant couldn't refuse a direct order. The other woman sighed before pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

"Adam Brandt called and asked you if you were free on Friday for dinner. He left a message and cell phone number," Beatrice rushed and even though Lucy was sitting down she felt extremely lightheaded. "Boss, weren't you engaged to this man a few years ago?"

Lucy had indeed been engaged to Adam Brandt. It had been a few years since she had seen him or even spoken to him. Lucy had been the one to call off the engagement after she had learned of his true colors. She could still remember their last conversation as if it had happened yesterday.

That night Adam had taken her out to dinner at Bravo's. It was a week before their engagement. It was June and there was a slight breeze as the sun was setting. They had been sitting outside on the patio surrounded by other customers. Flowers were placed in the center of the table.

"Lucy, Lucy I don't see what's wrong with that." Adam's chestnut hair was slicked back and he wore a three piece suit. His suit was navy blue and he wore a sky blue tie. Lucy wore an aquamarine spaghetti strap dress with a V-neck line with a floor length skirt. "I was merely saying-"

"That's the thing Adam," Lucy shook her head throwing her napkin down on the table. Grabbing her coat and purse she stood up and continued, "You're not 'just saying.' I don't care what everyone else thinks, I find it offensive."

Trying to keeping her anger in check, Lucy zipped up her coat and left the table. Not caring if anyone was staring she turned around. She knew she would feel better once she was away from Adam. She felt her hands ball into fists as people began to stare. She ignored them and kept walking. Gritting her teeth, she continued towards the door.

"But what about dinner? And the engagement?" He said after her. Little did she know, this break-up would be in the tabloids for quite some time.

Lucy whirled around to face him. Keeping her voice level and her hands at her sides she spoke, "As I said before, I find it offensive. It doesn't matter if they're different from us you can't treat them that way, not while we're together. You're entitled to your opinions just as I'm entitled to mine. And as long as you're going to be racist then I guess we don't have as much in common as I thought. Goodbye, Adam." And with that she left the restaurant.

"Ms. Parker? Lucy, hello?" Beatrice said as Lucy shook herself out of her reverie and bit her upper lip, taking a moment to recover her previous thoughts. Beatrice gave her a concerned look, "So what do you want me to do? Should I call him and tell him no?" Lucy gave a sigh and drank some more of her coffee."

Lucy bit her upper lip harder. On the one hand, she hadn't seen or heard from Adam in five years. Not since she'd dumped him and broken their engagement. On the other, she promised herself she would never see or speak to him again. So why as Adam reaching out to her now, after all these years? He had finally become a senator, the golden child his parents had dreamed he would be. Curiosity grew in Lucy and eventually she decided to take the bait. At least she could figure out what he wanted and if he decided to try anything on her, well she'd drop him like a hot potato. "Might as well, I suppose. Go ahead and call him back." She turned to her computer monitor as Beatrice scurried off to fulfill Lucy's request.

Most of what Parker Inc. produced as public knowledge, such as medicine and space technology. These products had a wider consumer base than their special technology. These special products were usually aimed toward Mutants in some capacity or another. When Roy Parker had discovered his daughter was a Mutant, he had used his company to help those similar to his daughter.

Currently Lucy was looking at the designs for the power dampener and making suggestions and changes to things that didn't work. These bracelets, while harmless on humans, would help Professor Xavier-head of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, and the foremost authority on everything there was to know about the Mutant gene-, teach his children how to harness their powers. Professor Xavier was a kind hearted, bald man in a wheelchair. His presence always seemed calming and he almost never raised his voice. Lucy smiled at the thought, wishing something like this had been invented when she had first discovered her abilities. She still remembered the day it happened.

Lucy was celebrating her 10th birthday. It was at her mother's house, as her father had been away on a business trip. Every room had been decorated with many balloons and "Happy Birthday" streamers. All of her closest friends, including her twin step-sisters, had been there to celebrate.

"Ok everyone, let's sit down and have some cake." Her mother had suggested, ushering all of the kids at the dinner table. The party was mostly girls, save for Tony and some other boy cousins from her mother's side.

Lucy was placed in the center of the table, with everyone else around her. Melissa and Reese, her twin step-sisters, sat on either side of her. Lucy's mother was a thin and pale woman with long, bone-straight jet black hair. She placed the large, chocolate cake in the center of the table.

Lucy's mother went to stand next to her step-father, Benjamin Huntington. Lucy's step-father stood at a good 6 feet 2 inches over her mother's 5 feet and 7 inches. Benjamin, or Ben as he liked to be called, was fairly muscular with slightly darker skin than her mother's and had short, thick almost black hair. His green eyes were soft and kind toward all of his children, whether they were biological or not.

"Alright everyone, let's sing to Lucy." Her mother said holding a camera firmly in her hands.

And everyone broke out into the birthday song. Lucy beamed, enjoying the attention she was receiving. Unlike her sister Melissa, Lucy loved being the center of attention. Once the song had ended though, Lucy discovered another side to herself that she hadn't known before.

"Go ahead and blow out your candles, Lucy." Her mother said and at that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

As she leaned forward to blow out her candles, she began hearing voices. She wasn't sure if they were made up or not. All she knew was that she could hear them coming from the other kids. And yet, their lips weren't moving.

I hope she likes my gift. Lucy moved her head around the table to see who had spoken. However, she had heard no one and turned back to her cake. Leaning forward, she heard another voice, clear as day.

Boy I hope this cake is good. The last birthday party I went to the cake was terrible Lucy's eyes darted around the table of kids, looking at her expectantly as she leaned forward. The candles burned brightly and Lucy's mother held the camera.

I wonder what it's like being a rich kid. And then another. She quickly moved her head back and forth, feeling very confused. What's her problem? Why's she looking at us like that?

Finally, she had had enough. Pushing her chair away from the table, Lucy raced up the stairs and into her room. Closing the door, she tried to ignore the shouts of the other children. Her parents attempted to calm down the other kids as Lucy held her head in her hands.

It had taken some convincing to get Lucy to come back downstairs that day. Her mother had gone up and gently persuaded her. Although it wasn't until after the party that she had actually given in and confessed. She had been hearing stories about Mutants as a kid, but never knew she had been one of them.

As Lucy drove home, the story replayed over and over again in her mind. She was thankful her mother hadn't overreacted or mistreated her in any way. Instead, she had taken Lucy to Professor Xavier's school where Lucy had learned to control her abilities. It was not long after she started at Xavier's that she learned she could also lift things with her mind.

Eventually, Lucy's father discovered her abilities. And while he wasn't upset, he had told her to keep them a secret. He had said not all people were as tolerant and some might try to hurt her. So she hid her powers from everyone except her immediate family. Even Michelle, Lucy's step-mother, knew about her secret and was sworn to secrecy.

Lucy's eyes went to the rearview mirror and to the back of the car where she was keeping the bracelets she would bring to Professor Xavier tomorrow. However, she didn't have long to look as the light soon turned green and she continued her way home.

The next morning went by quickly, as there wasn't much to do. Lucy had edited her book, met with her board of directors about stock prices, and had a staff meeting all before noon. At 12:30 she decided to head out. Grabbing her purse, Lucy stood outside Beatrice's office, which was to the left of hers.

"Hey Bea, you need anything? I'm heading to Professor Xavier's right now and just figured I'd ask. As always I'm leaving you in charge." Lucy said as her assistant looked up from her computer screen.

The blonde shoved her black glasses back up at her nose, "No I don't think so. Although I was able to get ahold of Mr. Brandt, the one who asked you out for dinner on Friday. I tried to get him to talk details, but he said he'd only talk to you. He said he'd call you this evening, sometime around eight or nine tonight."

Lucy nodded as she ran a hand through her bangs. She wished Beatrice could handle the negotiations but this was Adam's style. He liked doing everything himself. She smoothed out her navy blue pencil skirt and grabbed her purse.

"Okay Bea, thanks for the heads up." Lucy said as she walked away from the woman's office. She could hear the other woman resume her typing, "And if anyone calls just write down their name and number and I'll call them back later."

"You got it, boss." Called Beatrice as Lucy entered the elevator. She was alone, which gave the telepath time to gather herself before she had to face more people.

Lucy and Adam had met four years earlier, when both were still in college. She had been in business school and he was following in his father's footsteps to become a politician. They had met at a Christmas party, which had been hosted by Tony Stark.

At the time, Lucy hadn't seen her step-sisters that much because their lives were consumed by work and school. Unlike Lucy, whose father had immediately paid for her college education.

Lucy mainly spent her time by herself, as Tony was being his usual flirtatious self. She desperately wanted to follow him around for the entire party. But at the same time she wasn't really interested in him in that way.

At that party, she had worn a turquoise dress. The skirt of the dress was floor length, with a V-neck and long sleeves. She distinctly remembered wearing her hair in a bun with two thin strands of hair sticking out on each side. She had been making her way to the bar when she had accidentally stumbled into another person.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you." She said covering her hand over her mouth instantly.

The young man in question had caramel brunet, slicked back hair. His black tuxedo was impeccable and his shoes shined. Underneath his suit he had a very strong physique.

The young man shook his head, "No I'm sorry I bumped into you. Let me buy you a drink. The name's Adam, by the way. Adam Brandt."

"I've heard of you. Your father's William Brandt, the senator right?" She said as they both approached the bar. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Tony making kissy faces at her. She rolled her eyes but ignored him.

When Adam laughed, it was rich and deep. His shoulders bounced as he motioned for the bartender. He turned sideways to face her, "Yes, that's my father. Although I was hoping you would tell me your name."

At that, Lucy blushed. He slid her drink across the bar and she accepted it, "Lucille Parker, but most people call me Lucy." She shrugged, taking a small swig of whatever was in the shot glass.

"Lucy, huh? I like it." He said with a small smile coming to his lips. And with that, he held out his hand to her, "Would you like to dance?" he had already finished his drink and she decided to take his invitation. He seemed like a nice enough guy, for someone she had just met.

Lucy hadn't been one for parties, but she had found she had enjoyed it. They had danced the evening away, and he had asked her out on another date. She had accepted that as well, receiving both teasing and encouraging words from Tony and the rest of her family.

She stopped as the light turned red. Drumming her fingers, she looked through the throngs of cars. People were honking their horns and despite hearing the sound of revving engines, none of the cars moved. The light stayed red and Lucy's heart pounded in her chest. Putting her car in park, Lucy knew of only one person who had power enough to stop traffic at a four way intersection. The eyes of the people closest to her were violet and were glued in place as they stopped to listen to a woman speaking. Lucy attempted to peer past the screaming people as the people under the woman's thrall began fighting one another. Her blood ran cold as Lucy recognized who the woman was. Almost on instinct, Lucy disappeared into the flow of the crowd before returning as Psyche.

As Lucy approached she attempted to break up as much of the fighting as she could. As soon as she got them out of the other telepath's sphere of influence, they ran. The woman had mostly black hair with violet highlights on her left side. Her costume was a dark violet and had a V-neckline, showing an ample amount of cleavage with long sleeves and thin gloves covering her hands. The rest of her costume covered her entire body, with violet stilettos clacking on the asphalt.

Lucy's costume was, by comparison, much lighter in color. She wore a sapphire dress with a sweat heart neckline and a skirt that was longer on the right. Her ankle high heels matched her dress. Underneath her skirt were dark silver leggings with a matching belt around her waist. Starting from under her arms and ending at her palms in a point were aquamarine gloves. Lastly, there was a short cape the same color as her gloves and her hair was in a ponytail trailing down her back.

Just as Lucy neared the other woman she turned around. A malevolent smile lit up the other woman's face. Lucy tried to reach out to the other civilians fighting around them. Psywitch was a powerful telepath and telekinetic but Lucy was just as powerful. Both Psywitch and Psyche had attended Xavier's Institute together as 10-year-olds and had grown up best friends. Until a combination of life circumstances and Magneto, who had persuaded her to join his Brotherhood of Mutants, convinced Psywitch Mutants were the dominant race and humans needed to be put in their place.

There was a large part of Lucy that was anxious. The last time she had fought Psywitch people had died.

"Alright Psywitch that's enough. Release these people and no one has to get hurt." Lucy said from behind, crossing her arms over her chest. Lucy's costume was blue as opposed to Psywitch's black. Her costume began just under her shoulder like a dress and the skirt ended at her mid-thigh. Her sleeves were long and ended at a point in the center of her hands. She wore a short cape with a choker around her neck. The cape, dress, and short heels were all blue while her leggings were gray. Her hair was in a ponytail.

Psywitch turned around to face Lucy and laughed, "Psyche? How long has it been honey, three years?" Psywitch asked turning to face Lucy with a hand on her hip. Lucy's hands balled into fists as some of the civilians nearest to them began to break away.

"Not long enough." She replied gathering as much mental energy as she could, she extended her hand and struck Psywitch. The attack pushed Psywitch back through the throngs of cars and into a nearby building. Everyone who had been fighting stopped and glanced at Psywitch. Without turning away from her target, Lucy spoke.

"Get out of here as fast as you can and call the police. Those who are injured, call an ambulance." Lucy grunted as Psywitch picked herself up and hit Lucy with her own mental energy.

Lucy flew back as Psywitch floated over toward her. Brushing the rubble off of her shoulders she fought against Psywitch's next attack.

"Clearly it's been too long. By the way, do those dead children still keep you up at night?" Psywitch brought her hand up and sent more mental energy toward Lucy. Psywitch always knew

Lucy felt a ringing in her ears and a pounding in her skull. Gritting her teeth, she gripped the walls of the building. Forcing herself up, she connected with Psywitch's energy and redirected it back at the villainess. Psywitch always knew just how and where to hit.

"It doesn't surprise me you're still defending these fragile humans. You always were a softie." Psywitch said as Lucy flung her farther down the road. She gasped softly to herself as an image of a dead child, its broken neck evident, appeared in her mind. She knew Psywitch was trying to upset and defeat Lucy. Lucy pushed aside her personal feelings as her mental energy rammed into Psywitch's. Both fought for supremacy as Psywitch closed the distance between them.

"Don't you get it? We're superior and they know it." Psywitch continued as another dead child from that night flashed through Lucy's mind. Both Psywitch and Lucy grit their teeth as they stood almost touching one another. "We're stronger and better in every way."

Reaching out to Psywitch with her mind, Lucy connected to it. "No Gwen, we're not stronger or better than them in any way. And that's what you don't understand. Co-existing, that's strength." And without hesitating or stopping, she shot as much psychic energy as she could in the other woman's direction. Gritting her teeth, Lucy could tell Psywitch's resolve was waning more and more. Giving it her last hurrah, she slammed as much energy as she could into the finale. Once Psywitch was stumbling backward and holding her head, Lucy figured she had done enough.

Once Psywitch was on the ground Lucy heard several things at once. The first were sirens nearing her location. Whether they were police or ambulance or both she wasn't entirely certain. The second thing she noticed was a whirring sound, as if something was flying overhead. Lucy looked up, holding up a hand to shield her eyes as she saw the S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier directly over top of their location. The last thing Lucy noticed was that people were starting to come back into the streets again. Unfortunately, she didn't see much else before the world around her went dark and she fell to the ground.

Author's Note: So it's taken me some time, but after one review I decided to completely rewrite my OC Origin stories (the ones I had already written anyway). I would like to apologize in advance if any of the Marvel Cannon Characters seem out of character at all. I would also like to thank The Solar Surfer for editing this chapter, as well as the others. I truly appreciate her dedication and patience!

I don't own anything related to Marvel, Beyoncé, or Lady Gaga but I do own my OCs.