Disclaimer: Spiderman belongs to Marvel comics, etc. New York City belongs
to...New York State, I think. But Patricia Tournell belongs to me. Not that
anybody else would want her...XD
Author's Note: Okay. This is set in movie-verse, after the second movie. So, yes, this contains spoilers. If I screw up any characters, please tell me because I'd hate to ruin such a great movie/comic/cartoon with my crappy writing. Rated for violence, a bit of oddness that's just...strange...and a bunch of internal conflicts/angst.
Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave
Chapter 1: College Days
The college campus was always busy the first week of school. How couldn't it be? With students running around trying to find classes, new students getting adjusted, old students showing superiority, the campus made for a difficult field to navigate. But in the midst of all this sat Peter Parker on a wooden bench. This was his third year now. Strange how this had all gone so fast. It seemed like yesterday that that spider that changed his life and bore Spiderman had bitten him. Though he had tried to give Spiderman up, the web slinger had wheedled back into his life once more. And after a near-fatal meeting with Doctor Octopus, he had begun to see just how serious being a superhero could be. But none of that really mattered. None of it except for Mary-Jane Watson. Oh, how he loved her. They were getting married soon, of course. But it raised some questions. Would there be any sure way of protecting her? Of making sure that no harm could come to the soon-to-be Mary-Jane Parker? Of course not. Life was uncertain, and Spiderman's was no exception.
Before Peter plunged into a whole other train of thought, he was brought to reality by the sound of somebody falling and dropping books, and being kicked by the passerby. He quickly stood up and strode to the victim, finding a girl on all fours doing her best to gather books through the legs and feet of the crowd she had tripped into.
Of course Peter ran in, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her out of the mass. He looked to her, surveying her face briefly. She was a bit younger than he, most likely by only a year or so. Her face was pretty, but her coloration was rather distinctive. Peter wondered where she had gotten her contacts and hair dye. But that aside, he looked to the underclassman in his arms. "Hey, you alright?"
The girl hopped down and drew back, holding her left arm in her right hand so the underside of her arm was visible to only her. Nobody else noticed the scrape near her wrist. But then, nobody noticed when the skin around it bubbled and seeped together, erasing the scrape from existence. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." She brought her now healed arm into her chest, as if protecting it.
He eyed her almost skeptically, as if checking the roots of her hair. "Where'd you get the hair dye?" Then, he looked at her eyes. "And the colored contacts? Which one's your real eye color?"
The girl brought her chin into her chest, and nearly glared up at him. "Nice to meet you too. And I'll let you in on a secret." She grabbed his shoulders and stood on her toes so her nose brushed his. "This." Her right hand combed through her auburn hair. "Is natural. And this." Her left hand ran down the silver streak that framed the left side of her face. "Is something every woman on my mother's side is born with naturally. And." She pulled back and pointed to her left hazel eye. "This is my natural eye color." She then pointed to her right blue eye. "This one's natural too. Characteristic of the family on my father's side."
Peter could only blink. "Wow...well, sorry. Guess it's not a great foot to start on." He held his right hand out for a shake. "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."
The girl arched an auburn brow, and held her right hand out tentatively. "Patricia Tournell, but everybody calls me Patty." The two shook hands, and Patty withdrew hers rather quickly. "Well, Mr. Parker." Her eyes darted to her books, where the crowd had now disappeared. "It's been nice to meet you, but I have some books to pick up and a class to catch." She turned on her heel and now that the crowd had vanished, stoop to quickly grab her books and hug them to her chest. Her hair was rather short and unruly, and wisped about her face as she moved, and ultimately left.
Peter stared in the vacant spot where Patty's books had been. She was strange, but not just strange. There was something about her not right. Something a little sick perhaps. But he'd never know. It's not like he could walk up to her and say, "Hi. Remember me, Peter? Well, I'm Spiderman too, and my spider senses are telling me that there's something wrong with you. Mind telling me what it is?" Oh that'd make for lovely conversation. He sighed and shook his head, and walked off to his own class without so much as another thought towards this Patty girl.
Author's Note: Okay. This is set in movie-verse, after the second movie. So, yes, this contains spoilers. If I screw up any characters, please tell me because I'd hate to ruin such a great movie/comic/cartoon with my crappy writing. Rated for violence, a bit of oddness that's just...strange...and a bunch of internal conflicts/angst.
Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave
Chapter 1: College Days
The college campus was always busy the first week of school. How couldn't it be? With students running around trying to find classes, new students getting adjusted, old students showing superiority, the campus made for a difficult field to navigate. But in the midst of all this sat Peter Parker on a wooden bench. This was his third year now. Strange how this had all gone so fast. It seemed like yesterday that that spider that changed his life and bore Spiderman had bitten him. Though he had tried to give Spiderman up, the web slinger had wheedled back into his life once more. And after a near-fatal meeting with Doctor Octopus, he had begun to see just how serious being a superhero could be. But none of that really mattered. None of it except for Mary-Jane Watson. Oh, how he loved her. They were getting married soon, of course. But it raised some questions. Would there be any sure way of protecting her? Of making sure that no harm could come to the soon-to-be Mary-Jane Parker? Of course not. Life was uncertain, and Spiderman's was no exception.
Before Peter plunged into a whole other train of thought, he was brought to reality by the sound of somebody falling and dropping books, and being kicked by the passerby. He quickly stood up and strode to the victim, finding a girl on all fours doing her best to gather books through the legs and feet of the crowd she had tripped into.
Of course Peter ran in, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her out of the mass. He looked to her, surveying her face briefly. She was a bit younger than he, most likely by only a year or so. Her face was pretty, but her coloration was rather distinctive. Peter wondered where she had gotten her contacts and hair dye. But that aside, he looked to the underclassman in his arms. "Hey, you alright?"
The girl hopped down and drew back, holding her left arm in her right hand so the underside of her arm was visible to only her. Nobody else noticed the scrape near her wrist. But then, nobody noticed when the skin around it bubbled and seeped together, erasing the scrape from existence. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." She brought her now healed arm into her chest, as if protecting it.
He eyed her almost skeptically, as if checking the roots of her hair. "Where'd you get the hair dye?" Then, he looked at her eyes. "And the colored contacts? Which one's your real eye color?"
The girl brought her chin into her chest, and nearly glared up at him. "Nice to meet you too. And I'll let you in on a secret." She grabbed his shoulders and stood on her toes so her nose brushed his. "This." Her right hand combed through her auburn hair. "Is natural. And this." Her left hand ran down the silver streak that framed the left side of her face. "Is something every woman on my mother's side is born with naturally. And." She pulled back and pointed to her left hazel eye. "This is my natural eye color." She then pointed to her right blue eye. "This one's natural too. Characteristic of the family on my father's side."
Peter could only blink. "Wow...well, sorry. Guess it's not a great foot to start on." He held his right hand out for a shake. "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."
The girl arched an auburn brow, and held her right hand out tentatively. "Patricia Tournell, but everybody calls me Patty." The two shook hands, and Patty withdrew hers rather quickly. "Well, Mr. Parker." Her eyes darted to her books, where the crowd had now disappeared. "It's been nice to meet you, but I have some books to pick up and a class to catch." She turned on her heel and now that the crowd had vanished, stoop to quickly grab her books and hug them to her chest. Her hair was rather short and unruly, and wisped about her face as she moved, and ultimately left.
Peter stared in the vacant spot where Patty's books had been. She was strange, but not just strange. There was something about her not right. Something a little sick perhaps. But he'd never know. It's not like he could walk up to her and say, "Hi. Remember me, Peter? Well, I'm Spiderman too, and my spider senses are telling me that there's something wrong with you. Mind telling me what it is?" Oh that'd make for lovely conversation. He sighed and shook his head, and walked off to his own class without so much as another thought towards this Patty girl.