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"mmph." Patricia blinked blearily, her tired eyes not having adjusted to the sun yet. Getting out of bed and stretching, she found herself wincing in pain. She went over to her mirror and pulled up her shirt and grimaced at the sight. There was a large, ugly, purple bruise where Rhino had hit her.
"Lovely, frickin' lovely." Patricia muttered, yanking her shirt back down. And they hadn't been the only villains gunning for her. Just a couple weeks ago she fought some dude called the Hobgoblin, someone called the Scorpion the week before that and the Spider Slayer incident before that.
"I really hate robots."
Patricia grabbed a pair of slight baggy jeans and a short sleeved hoodie. She was often made fun of for being small chested and having little to no curves. When it wasn't really true. She just wore baggy clothing.
Looking at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but frown. She wasn't exactly….pretty. She had plain brown hair, no highlights or natural glow or whatever to it that reached halfway down her back. She didn't have very defined cheekbones and her face was roundish instead of smooth and narrow like most girls her age were. Her lips were small, but did have color. Her legs seemed kind of scrawny to her, as did her arms. Her nose was small, but not in a good way. She did like her eyes though. They were this dark icy blue, but they were also a bright color at the same time. It was the only part of herself she did like. She sighed, still hating her self image, and knowing that it was one of the reasons why she was picked on, she pulled on her shoes and gathered up her school work. She brushed her hair last, because it took so long. Her hair wasn't just long, it was thick. Like, super thick. (A/N exactly like my hair, thicker hair really is harder to take care of) It was when she was heading to breakfast that she glanced at her alarm clock.
-kitchen-
"crud crud crud crud crud crud." Patricia shot through the kitchen and into the elevator.
"Late again?" Steve asked not even bothering to look up from his paper.
"Do you really need to ask?" Tony questioned, heading back down to the lab with his cup of coffee.
-school-
Patricia breathed a sigh of relief as she barely made it to her class on time.
"Class if I may have your attention?" Miss Meriwether called out. "We have two students who are transferring from Bayville for a short while. Miss Katherine Pryde and Miss….uh" The teacher adjusted her glasses and looked carefully at her clipboard "uh, Rogue?"
"Like hi, you can call me Kitty." The girl wore a soft looking yellow and pink baby doll top and a pair of capris. She had on a pair of pink and white converse. She had her long, dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail and her eyes were brown. She seemed to be the cheerful, chipper type who always smiled.
"You already heard mah name, but it's Rogue." This girl was the exact opposite of kitty. She wore a green top that had one black shoulder strap that looked like it buckled on to the rest of the shirt. She wore a long sleeve black fish net shirt over it and a pair of jeans that flared out at the bottom. She wore a pair of black combat boots, dark green eye shadow and purple lipstick. She had very fair skin, it was almost white, and her hair was long and brown with a white streak running through it. She also wore a pair of black gloves with green trimming. She screamed a "don't mess with me" attitude.
"Let's see, there are two empty seats over there next to Patricia." Miss Meriwether didn't even look up from her clipboard as she pointed in Patricia's direction with her pen.
"Like, hi. Your name is Patricia?" Kitty asked.
"Yeah." Patricia whispered back. "What's Bayville like?"
"Small, quaint-"
"boring." Rogue cut her off.
Kitty scowled in the goth girl's direction before turning back to Patricia "Ignore her."
"Ahem." The three girls looked up to find Miss Meriwether and the whole class looking at them. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class ladies?"
"No, sorry mam." Patricia muttered, her face turning bright red.
-lunchroom-
"Ugh, why do even put up with that jerk." Rogue growled, jerking her head in Flash's direction.
"Because if I do anything about it, it only gets worse." Patricia replied.
"Honestly it scares me how much he reminds me of Duncan." Kitty muttered.
Rogue let out a snort of laughter while Patricia just looked confused.
"Who's-"
"Hey, Kitty! Rogue! Over here!" a German accented voice called out, cutting Patricia's question off.
Heading over to the table the voice came from, and Patricia being dragged along, they came across two boys and a girl.
"Like, guys this is Patricia. She helped us find our way around here today." Kitty gestured towards Patricia who sort of just meekly waved.
"Hello, my name's Jean." She was the only girl currently at the table. She had long red hair and green eyes, was tall and had a model kind of look going for her. She was wearing a green top with sleeves that stopped just before the elbows and a pair of jeans.
The kid with the German accent spoke up next. "And I'm Kurt."
He had dark blue, medium length hair and grayish eyes. He was wearing a red shirt with a brown jacket and cargo pants.
"I'm Scott." This boy was tall, with brown hair and, well she couldn't tell what color eyes. He was wearing a pair of red tinted sunglasses. He had on a blue short sleeved shirt and tan slacks. He obviously worked out, given how well muscled he was.
"Come on sit with us!" Kitty exclaimed, half shoving Patricia down at the table.
"So what's New York like anyway?" Jean asked. "We only arrived yesterday, so we haven't really looked around."
"Well, it's…interesting." Patricia answered.
"How so?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow at her tone.
"Well New York has to deal with a lot of super villains or other worldly enemies." Patricia replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
"It can't be that often." Kurt argued, but the look on Patricia's face told him otherwise. "Can it?"
Patricia looked to the side and shrugged her shoulders again. "I'd just avoid down town if I were you and be careful at night. Oh, and don't go anywhere near Hell's Kitchen."
"Hell's Kitchen?" Rogue asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Really bad part of the city, the worst actually. Extremely dangerous." Patricia replied.
Lunch went on normally, the group telling each other a little about their selves. The final school bell rang and everyone left to go home.
Well, everyone except Patricia that is. She headed to the flower shop and bought two dark red roses.
She then hailed a taxi and told the driver her designation.
"I don't know why, I just feel like visiting them today." Patricia mused in her head. She wasn't smiling, not in the slightest.
The taxi dropped her off at her destination and she paid the driver. She watched him leave before turning around and walking through the large iron gates. She walked along the pathway, knowing the way to her destination by heart. She then veered off the path and stooped in front of two smooth, marked stones.
Here lies Benjamin Parker
Loving Uncle, wonderful man, devoted Husband
Here lies May Parker
Loving Aunt, caring woman, beautiful wife
Placing one of the roses on both graves Patricia sat down, wrapping her arms around her knees.
"Hi Uncle Ben, Aunt May. It's me, Patricia. Schools okay I guess, still get picked on a lot. But I do what you told me, I just ignore them and walk away." Patricia muttered.
She wiped her eyes on the back of her arm and swallowed before continuing.
"I'm still doing what I can as Spiderman, though I'm nowhere near the big leagues yet. I know you would worry Aunt May, but I have to do this. It's my fault you're gone because I didn't do anything."
Patricia felt tears run down her cheeks, but she made no attempt to wipe them away.
"I, I let that robber run past me. I made no attempt to stop him just because I was bitter. I'm so sorry, If I had known he would-" Patricia paused, shaking her head.
"No, I shouldn't be making an excuse for what I did. I looked the other way once, and I'll never do it again. It's like you always said Uncle Ben; with great power, comes great responsibility. I take responsibility for my actions that night, and I still do now. And I take responsibility as Spiderman to do what's right, to do what I should've done that night."
Patricia wiped at her eyes, sniffing, before standing up.
"Bye Uncle Ben, Aunt May. I'll come visit again soon." Patricia walked towards the path, but paused and looked over her shoulder. "I love you guys, so much."
And with that she headed home.
Okay, I cried when writing this last part. ;_;
Wah, I'm sorry Patricia. Okay, yes the X-men are here, but no I am not going too fast. They're going to be here for a while, so there will be a couple chapters with them before an actual team up.
Read and Review as always please, and no flames.
