Hey guys! Now, I wanted to wait until the new year. But I was just finishing this up and...my urges have made me weak!

So, I do NOT own Ultimate Spider-Man at all. I only own the plot and my OCs' so please enjoy! :D

Chapter 2: First Day

(Rachel's P.O.V.)

Morning came sooner than I thought. I groaned, the urge to go back to sleep was nagging at my side. But my Mom's voice became clear from downstairs. "Rachel, get ready. You're going to be late for your first day." Oh right, school. How could I forget? I was dreading it all weekend. I'm almost finish packing but I'm not sure Mom is.

I dragged myself out of bed and went to my closet. I grabbed my planned-out outfit and walked to the bathroom. I showered and washed my hair, followed by blow-drying it. I changed into a turquoise sweater jacket, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and turquoise flats. I only put on some blush, black eye liner, and lip gloss. I added some small hoop earrings and a matching necklace.

I want to look my best for my first day after all. "Rachel!" I unplugged my phone from its charger and I hurried downstairs and went into the kitchen.

Mom already set up my plate with pancakes and juice. She wore a black coat jacket, a dark magenta blouse, jeans and black healed boots. Her hair was in a loose bun. She has enough makeup to pass her as one of NY's residents: clean-cut but desirable. I sat down and covered it with syrup and butter before I chowed down. Mom poured herself some coffee, nothing else. She never ate as much as I did. Back when Dad was alive, he ate as much as me, and so did she. I guess we were like the Three Little Piggies from our eating craves. "So, are you all set?"

"Yep. Too bad I don't have a car of my very own to drive to school...on my own." I hinted at those last words.

"Nice try, but you'll have to do better than that." I groaned.

"Mom, seriously, when can I have my own car? I mean, I'm sixteen, not five! I have the same rights as every other teen in America!"

"True but, you're not like every other teen. You're special. And by special, I mean your so very talented."

"Yeah but...I can't show off my gift since it has to be kept a secret."

"Exactly."

"But Dad always told me to be proud of my gift, not to hide it away." Mom frowned but she tried to smile, brushing my hair.

"I know. I'm proud too. I always have been...and I always will. He is too. But it's for the best we keep it hidden." She hugged me and kissed my forehead. She looked at the clock on the wall across from her. "You better finish up. We leave in five minutes." She got up, finished her coffee, and walked to the foyer to grab her purse. I finished up and put my plate in the sink, grabbed my neon blue book-bag and ran out the open door, Mom closing it behind her before locking it.

Our silver Ford was parked in front of the school as students walked around, mingling and in different groups. And their attire spoke NY as preppy, glamorous, and casual as it gets. Bottom line: I didn't stand a chance!

"You'll be fine." I strained a smile and she hugged me, patting my back, and pulling back. "Now, if anything happens, anything at all, call me immediately." I nodded, tugging my bag on my back. "I will. I love you." We hugged again. "I love you too. Now, have a good time." I got out and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Um, first day on the job, busy as it should be. Other than that, a few errands. You better get going." I nodded and shut the door. I waved at her as the Ford drove away, blending in to the busy streets. I turned on my heals to view my new school: Mid-Town High. It wasn't as fancy or preppy as I expected it to be, but I wasn't complaining. It looked similar to my old school. I made my way to the double door entrance.

When I walked in, all eyes were on me. Being the new kid wasn't exactly peaches and cream. I bit my lip and tried to move past them, keeping my eyes down as I walked down the hallway. I had to get my schedule from the main office. And I have no idea where it is. Problem.

"Hey gorgeous?" I turned around to see a tall jock in a football jacket, spiky blonde hair and blue eyes, hunger lurking in them. "You lost?"

I grew nervous under his stare. "Um, yeah, kind of. But, I'm fine-".

"No, let me help you. I'm Flash, Flash Thompson, all-star quarterback."

"Um...good to know. I'm Rachel."

"Oh yeah, sure. I mean, who wouldn't notice you? After you, you have such a nice figure." Excuse me?

"Um, sorry?" He smirked, smugly, and wrapped his strong arm around me and pulling me to his side. "You're so...curvy...not to mention good-looking. I mean, you're perfect."

"Um, thanks? Now, I have to go to the office and-".

"You want to make out?" What did he just say?!

"What?! Ew! No!"

"Come on! Just one kiss?"

"No!" I struggled pulling away but he grabbed me by the waist. Is he trying to harass me or something? If he is, then I'm doomed.

"Struggling only makes me want you more." His breath scorched up the back of my neck and ear, making me squirm.

"Let me go, you creep!"

"Aw, come on baby. Don't leave me hanging." I'm no one's baby!

So much for making a good start on my first day in NYC, on my first day back in school. And now, this creep won't leave me alone. I couldn't use my gift or else Mom would find out and ground me for life. What do I do?

"Hey Flash. Leave the girl alone." Both our heads looked up to see a guy around my age, maybe older. He looks preppy, with an olive green collared shirt and black pants, with short brown groomed hair and blue eyes. And he didn't look happy. "I said leave her alone, Flash."

"Oh yeah? Make me, Osborn." Osborn smirked, confidently, and that's when he pointed at what's behind us. A strong hand pulled me away from Flash's arm and he was grabbed by his collar by someone in a business suit. He has very short brown hair, shaved, and blue eyes, mad as we all are.

Flash gulped nervously, stuttering, "P-P-P-Principal Coulson."

"Mr. Thompson, please come with me to my office."

"Y-Y-Y-Yes sir." He hung his head low as he dragged the creep away. Good riddance. Osborn walked over to me. "Are you okay?" I nodded and grinned, "Yeah, thanks to you."

"Sorry about Flash. He's just-".

"A big-time creep who hits on newbie passers?"

"I was going to say a woman-hitter but, yours works too." We both laughed. "By the way, I'm Harry, Harry Osborn." He held out his hand for me. I smiled and shook it.

"I'm Rachel, Rachel Jackson."

"So, I take it that you're new around here?"

"Yeah. Me and my mom moved here Saturday. I've been dreading this all weekend. Now, I have a reason why to."

"Eh, Flash is just a jerk like that, that's all. Besides, there are good people here who aren't him, like-".

That's when another voice spoke out from behind me.

"Harry, has Mr. Macho left the building already?"

Harry Osborn, smirked back over my shoulder, "If he did, we'd be hearing his complaining throughout the whole school. But he is in Principal Coulson's office as we planned. What took you so long, by the way? I'd thought you wouldn't get him here on time."

"Well, you know me. I like to take my time on things."

"Yeah, science projects and hard formulas, maybe. But when it comes to Flash, you like to hit him where it hurts. Or in this case: his reputation. Oh, by the way, this is Rachel Jackson. Rachel, this is my best friend, Peter Parker." I turned to say hi to him when suddenly, I stopped. My mouth was in an "O" shape and my eyes balled at what they're seeing.

Peter Parker looks to be around my age, or a little bit older, but he still has a tall stature. I'm short by 5 ft 6, and he's owning a few more on me, maybe 5 ft 8 to 9. He has short brown hair with bangs coming down the sides of his face, framing it well. He wore a blue collared shirt button free with a white under-shirt below, his muscles showing through them, paired with jeans and sneakers. But what stood out the most are his eyes, so blue yet so soft the way he looked at me, not to mention his lips, so pulp that they may feel velvet-like if I touch them.

Bottom line: He's cute, very cute.

"Hey, nice to meet you, Rachel." His hand raised up to me but I was still staring at him, trying to process what just happened. When I saw his hand, I snapped back into reality and shook it. "Uh-y-yeah, it's nice to me-meet you t-too." Oh man, I'm already stuttering! Plus, my hands are feeling sweaty.

"So, you're new around here, aren't you?" I nodded. "Well, then that means you haven't got your schedule yet. Hey, why don't we take you to the office ourselves? We can also give you a tour of the school while we're at it," Peter said, smiling.

"Uh, I'd really appreciate it." I hugged my bag closer to me.

"Uh, hate to break the news Pete but, I promised MJ I'd help her with her article. It's due by the end of the week."

"Oh, okay. Say hi to her for me, will you?"

"I will. See you later, Peter. It was nice to meet you, Rachel." Harry ran down the hallway, waving bye to us both, leaving me alone with Peter.

"So, I guess it's just you and me, then." I blushed pink and mustered a smile, my stomach doing flips while doing so.

"It would appear so. Lead the way, Parker." Peter smirked at me, not like how Flash did, but more...playful.

"Right this way, Jackson." He led me down the hallway, our bags in tow, and I blushed deeper without him noticing. But what I didn't notice is that he's blushing too. This day is turning out better than I thought it would. I wonder how Mom's first day is going?

(Jenny's P.O.V.)

I parked outside the coffee shop and made my way inside, feeling immediate warmth apart from the chilly air outside. Only a few people were here, drinking and chatting, not a busy Monday morning like I thought it would. I made my way to the counter and ordered an espresso. My drink from the ride here ran out and I need more if I want to make it through the day without breaking.

I adjusted my brown-rimmed glasses and blew on a loose strand of hair in my face. My hair, loose and wavy, when I should have kept it in a bun. As I waited for my drink, I leaned on the counter, my hands rummaging through my purse. I pull out my phone to check the time. 8:20 AM. School should be starting by now. I just hope Rachel's first day turns out all right...or else I may just lose it here. But I'll try my best and keep it cool, for her sake, and maybe mine.

I also hoped my glasses stay on my face. I looked at the glass case to see brown eyes, not pink. That means it's working...thank God.

The bell ringed as the door opened, hitting my back with the chills. I hugged my jacket closer to give me warmth when something else did. Or rather, someone else, as they were right next to me.

"Well, hello beautiful." I turned to be face to face with a charming yet dangerous smirk. Oh great, my first day in the Big Apple and already I'm being hit on.

"Why, hello yourself." I turned away just in time to get my drink when the counter girl saw him. She started swooning over him as he made his order, smirking his ass off just to get it for free, no doubt. "I'll have whatever she's having." His voice, slick yet smooth, motioned more to me than her. "Right away, Mr. Stark."

Stark? As in Tony Stark? The owner of Stark Industries? Oh my God. I'm officially doomed. Yes, back home, we had a TV and on the news, we always heard the name Stark spoken one too many times. And with his social life plus his hero life, his name itself brings nothing but trouble.

"Thank you." He winked at her and she sighed dreamy-like, fluttering her eyes at him, making me want to gag.

I rolled my eyes, groaning and making my way to sit down, far enough from him, to get a view of the busy city. But then, he sat down across from me. I pretend to ignore him and drink my espresso while it's still hot. But I can sense that he's staring at me, very intensely, and it's making me feel uncomfortable. But I won't let him see it.

"So, beautiful, care to give me the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"Hmm, let me think about it." I show a fake thinking-face and hum to myself. "Uh...no."

"Oh, I see. You're the beautiful yet mysterious type."

"No, I'm the I'll hurt you if you don't stop pestering me type." And believe me, I'm a close second to going off.

"So, you're not weak, rather feisty. I like that," he added lowly, with a smirk that's shark-like. Think about it: Take away the T and put a H there, you get Shark. Simple. And yet, my stomach started making knots and...is it getting hotter in here or is it just me?

"Okay," I dragged the word out, "Um...so, am I suppose to fall for you charms? 'Cause if so, then it's not working."

He leaned back and drunk his espresso, but his eyes never left mine. "Well then, that's a problem." I raise my brow at him, "Oh, how is that?"

"It means I don't get you." I almost choked on my espresso, holding back from spitting it out on him. My eyes ball up to his, and then I notice his appearance.

He has short brown hair that looks like he just got out of bed, all messy but he made it look just right. He wore a long-sleeved grey shirt, tight faded jeans, sneakers, and a tight black jacket. I could see a circle of light coming out of his shirt, his arc reactor of course, and I do know about that. He has a goatee, dark compared to his tan skin. Then, it came to his eyes. Brown they are, with a hint of shine to them, deep and rich, just like he is.

Overall, he is handsome, dangerously handsome, since he's Tony Stark after all. I gulped down the hot beverage, all thought about his striking features that still leave me perplexed and so warm all of a sudden, and breathing in relief.

"What is that suppose to mean?"

He smirked again but he remain silent, drinking and not looking at me. "Oh, now you're being quiet." He looked like he was trying to keep himself from laughing, but he was still grinning like a fool. I shook my head and went to finish drinking when a few fans of his came in and asked for his autograph, taking pics and filming it. Good grief!

I just finished my drink and I crushed it, throwing it in the bin beside the table. I grabbed my bag, signing off to Mr. Stark himself, and walked out of that joint. But I heard some rustling behind me as I left and I just made it to the Ford when I heard footsteps, loud and close, coming behind me.

"Hey beautiful! Wait up, will ya?!" What does he want now? I turned back, crossing my arms as he halted before me, skittering across the pavement. "What do you want, Stark?" He looked up and grinned like he won. "Oh, so you do know who I am." I grinned back, with more enjoyment than him, and said, "Yeah. I may not be a tech-lo-maniac like you, but I don't live under a rock."

"Good to know. Now, I've been meaning to ask you something." What could he possibly want from me? "Do you want a job?" Is he serious? I asked him myself. He nodded, explaining the reason, "You see, my former personal assistant had to take a leave for the Stark Industries in Malibu so that leaves a spot open." I arched my brow up, "But why ask me?"

"Because I had J.A.R.V.I.S. look up your files." J.A.R.V.I.S? Who is that?

"He's my A.I., programmed him myself. Anyway, your files look squeaky clean enough. So, how about it, Miss Jackson?" I'm surprised he knows my name, well he did look me up, but how did he find the time to do it so fast? Especially since we just met and all.

"As much as I would like to, I can't. I have...other means of careers right now." He looked disappointed, in his face, but he put on a charming smile. It made me melt. I hate how he's making me feel. I shouldn't feel a thing for him, him of all people, and he is a playboy...

"Well, if you change your mind, here's my card."

He pulled out one and took my hand in his, placing it in my palm. His hand is big, calloused and rough, but it has a side of softness to it. His touch sent lightning up my arm, shocking me to the point where I may melt into a puddle. What is happening to me?

He leaned in to me and his warm breath hit my cheek, making it turn crimson red.

"Until we meet again...Jenny."

He winked at me and his hand left mine, as well as him, and he walked down the sidewalk the opposite way. I'm not surprised that his fans were running after him. The life of a celeb is a lot to handle. But not for him, obviously.

The wind blew in my hair, leaving me both hot and cold at the same time. Okay, what the heck just happened? One minute, I was cool and collected, ready to take on NY like a breeze. And then, Mr. High and Mighty comes in and makes me want to drool over him like a baby, just like everyone around here does since he's a big-time celebrity and hero. If he thinks I'll agree to take the job, that Stark's got another thing coming!

Still, I looked at the card that has the company logo etched on it with a phone number. I held on to it, just in case.

After driving for a few minutes longer, I made it to my destination. I parked outside the building.

"I sure hope I know what I'm doing." I said to myself. Well, here goes. I walk up the stone steps, past the stone winged gargoyles, and knocked on the double doors. That's when they opened by themselves. Okay, I'll have to get use to it. I walked in and saw the decor: fanged-lions, knight armor, and other strange trinkets. After all, that is who he is.

"I would have expected some sort of welcome."

"Well, pardon me, my dear."

I gasped when purple smoke swirled around me. It glittered, the dust spewing out in my face almost hitting my eyes. The funnel disappeared just as it arrived before me, revealing a well-dressed man. He has black hair longer than Tony's reaching his shoulder, a black pointy beard, and he wears a white-long shirt with a high collar, a red vest with gold lining, a gold chain going into his pocket, black sleek pants with matching shoes, and he has golden rings on his fingers, plus pierced ears.

"It's been a long time, old friend." His grey eyes looked past my glasses, a glamour charm, and the brown eyes to my pink ones. He smiled, as did I, and he embraced me. I returned it, with much gratitude that he's here. "It's been too long, Jenny."

And it has. Stephen, Ethan and I were good friends back in the day, before Jenny was born. Even after, we always kept in touch. But when Ethan died, I couldn't bring myself to contact him, not when Ethan told me not to. It was to cut off our links to anything associated with our old lives, with who we were...and still are, for our safety.

"I know. And I'm sorry, Stephen. But I had to keep us hidden, just like Ethan told me to. I knew I had to come to you, but I had to make sure Rachel was taken care of, first and fore-most."

"I understand. Now, what is it that you need?" I took my glasses off, the brown color evaporating and replaced with pink hues taking its' place. The black shadows rimming them, with the scar crossing through them both, dark as ink, luckily it hasn't made me blind. It plagued me barely on the surface. But beneath the surface, it cursed me from within.

"I need a cure for this." He smirked, well-obliged to help.

"Dr. Strange, at your service."

So, Rachel has met Peter, Harry and Flash, things got a bit rocky but all is well.

And Jenny has met THE Tony Stark (faints at the mention of his name) and Dr. Strange appeared in this one as well.

So, what will happen next? Now, I tried my very best to bring out these characters so I may be kind of rusty with this. So, please forgive me and let me know if this is going well!

Leave me reviews (I expect at least three since I only got one from the last one, which was the prologue, but one is better than none I guess), and any suggestions or advice could help. AT LEAST THREE REVIEWS, MORE WILL DO TOO! Just review or PM me if you like on those suggestions that I'll have to work out with, and have a great Happy New Year! 2015!

Until then, bye guys! ;)