Can't you Tell that I'm a Girl?

by Talia Iyami

Patricia Parker, the fem! Version of Peter Parker has been living at the Avengers tower ever since her aunt and uncle were killed. She now fights crime as Spiderman, with no one but the Avengers knowing that Spiderman is a she. Her life now consists of school, bullies, supervillains and the embarassing moments of her new, albeit dysfunctional family. All characters belong to Marvel

1. You say escort, I say babysitter

Sorry about putting my Digimon story on hold. I'll try and keep updating the Shadows of Trust, but it may be a while. I need to "be in the moment" so to speak, to write a story. And honestly all I've felt like writing is a (slightly) AU kind of thing for Marvel. So I'll be doing this for a while till I'm out of this funk I'm in. Again, I'm terribly sorry. Please let me know if you like this, and if I capture the characters right.

This features Petricia (Peh-trish-ah) Parker, the female version of Peter Parker. (Don't like gender swap? Turn back now please.) She has no family left, as the robber she let get away killed both her uncle AND aunt. She now lives at the Avengers tower where the Avengers (mostly Tony and Steve, but really it's Tony) dote on, tease and usually embarrass her. She is not adopted by any of them, (so idk how she is legally living there, use your imagination because I fail) so this is not superfamily. Though the Avengers are somewhat considered by me to be one, big, happy, albeit dysfunctional and destructive, family. As Spiderman (yes SpiderMAN, all will be explained in the story) she is a sort of 'reserve' member of the Avengers.

Patricia: In other words? I'm too young.

Me: Yeah, that. Exactly what she said. Enjoy!

Patricia: She does not own Marvel or any of its characters.

Patricia frowned underneath her mask. She was currently in the guise of Spiderman, and being sent off on a mission by Fury. With an 'escort' accompanying her on it of course. So here she was on a S.H.E.I.L.D. jet with her 'escort' of the day. And she was getting sick of it.

The man clad in black with arrows in a quiver on his back turned to face her. He held a bow in his hand and from the look on his face Patricia guessed he could sense her not-so-happy mood.

"What's eating you?" he asked.

"What's 'eating me' Hawkeye, is that I still haven't gone on one solo mission before." Patricia responded. "And patrol doesn't count!"

Hawkeye, having been cutoff, closed his mouth and then shrugged. "What do you expect, your only 15."

"16." She corrected. "And that's not my point. He's doing it based on my age and not my experience! I think I've proved I have plenty of it!"

"Like you did in the symbiote incident?" Hawkeye questioned dryly.

Patricia was grateful for the full face mask, you couldn't see how red her face I had gotten. She bet it rivaled the red of her costume. "Sh-shut up." She spat back.

"Look you have to prove yourself, and you haven't yet."

"How the heck am I supposed to prove myself if I'm always forced to go on missions in some form of group?!" she argued.

"I believe the term is 'escort.'" Hawkeye mocked, mimicking Fury's expression and stance, over exaggerating the tone the director of S.H.E.I.L.D. had used when he put her on this mission.

Patricia huffed and crossed her arms. "You say escort, I say babysitter." She uttered.

At that Hawkeye laughed and returned his attention to the skies.

So that's the first chapter. The others should be longer. R&R and no flaming please.