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Author's Note: Well, guess I'd clear this up now. Patty and Peter are NOT going to fall in love or something dumb like that. I didn't create this character to add to the collection of perfect Mary-Sues who win the superheroes and drive them away from their canon lovers (though she is pretty Mary-Sueish...DAMNIT). Just so you know. -;; Erm...yeah. Not to knock people who do that, but just so y'all know that I don't intend to make this a strange romantic cesspool. UPDATE! Since I'm a neurotic freak, I re-uploaded this chapter to change the color of Mary Jane's eyes to their right color, green (thank you, reviewer who pointed this out).
Chapter 2: College Nights
The door screeched behind Peter as he entered his apartment, and he sighed. Spiderman had been busy that night, as it was now 9:30, several hours later than he normally returned home. With one hand, he pitched his backpack into the darkness of his apartment. With the other, he groped for the light switch. One click brought soothing light into the tiny room, and Peter blinked once as his eyes adjusted. But there was something in the room that wasn't always there.
Spider sense prompted Peter to leap upwards and wedge himself in between two ceiling beams. A rustling in the adjacent room caused the young man's skin to slick over with cold sweat. Who was in his apartment, and why? Could Harry be seeking revenge? Would he have to fight his best friend?
"Peter?" The small form of a certain redhead caused Peter's racing pulse to slow down, and he found that he could now breathe. "Peter? I heard you come in...where are you?" Her clear green eyes searched the room as one of her creamy-white hands clutched the front of her light blue hastily thrown on robe.
Peter smirked lightly, and silently attached a webbing anchor to the ceiling and leaned upside-down, and lowered himself so he was now face-to- face with the lovely Mary Jane. His clear eyes stared into hers, searching them. She was up to something, and he didn't need spider sense to know it. "Hey, MJ. What brings you here at this time of night?"
Mary Jane shook her head slowly, laughing lightly. "I've been waiting for hours, Pete." Her eyes glimmered beneath a few strands of red hair that had fallen before her face.
Peter cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And just why have you been waiting?"
The young woman laughed musically, and stepped closer to the web slinger. "I was waiting for you, Pete. I thought that Spiderman was tired, and he could use a little refresher. And I knew that Peter Parker could use a night away from his books..." The redhead took Peter's face in her hands, and kissed him passionately in the way that she had kissed him those few years ago.
Patty groaned as she stood in front of her small house. It was quite embarrassing to the young woman that she still lived with her parents. But her father wouldn't let her move out, and the first time she suggested it to her mother the poor woman fainted. So she was stuck here in a small 2- story house on the outskirts of New York City. It was 10:15, much later than her usual returning time.
Her steps were slow and swaggering as she weakly opened the door, and winced as the hinges screamed. She'd have to oil them soon. But for now, she was occupied with finding the light switch in the darkness. Her family had gone to bed, with good reason. It was a Wednesday night; her 17-year- old brother had school the next day, her mother had to report into the office at 8:00 the next morning like always, and her father had Oscorp. Her feet weaved a broken path through the front foyer, and she snapped the light off as she left (there were two light switches in different locations for the same light) and stumbled up the narrow staircase. It bent back on itself, which caused her backpack that was now being dragged on the floor by one strap to slam into the wall as she attempted to change direction.
After what seemed like an eternity, Patty reached her dark bedroom. Her right hand dropped her backpack so it could join her other hand in a sharp clap, which activated the clap-on light on her nightstand at the far side of the room. The light washed over the room, bathing a strange figure sitting on her bed in a pale glow. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad..." The groan was long and pained, the voice of an angsty 15-year-old. "What are you doing in here?" She listened for his answer as she picked up her backpack and threw it in a chair, and began removing her coat.
"Well. I was thinking." He leaned forward; his glimmering eyes were just like hers, save for his left was dark chocolate brown. The scientist pushed a hand back through his once light brown, now graying hair. "I need to do some more tests tonight." He motioned to the large gash that had sliced through the left-side shoulder of her T-shirt; the surrounding material was soaked in dark blood. "You need some boosters. Maybe if I make the formula stronger..." He mused.
"No, dad. I don't need boosters, I don't need a stronger formula. I need you to just leave me be!" Her coat was thrown on the chair over her backpack, and she was now facing him with fury in her oddly colored eyes.
"Patty. I am your father, and this is the best thing for you. Now." He ignored her eyes rolling in a clockwise direction, and her mouth opening for her to argue. "How did you get that gash?"
"I was mugged on my walk home." She stressed the word walk, insinuating that she needed a car.
But her father ignored that. "Uh-huh...so what happened?"
Patty clenched her jaw and tightened her fists. She didn't feel like talking about this at now 10:25 at night. "I was walking. This guy clapped his hand over my mouth from behind and dragged me into an alleyway. He met with two buddies. They pinned me against a wall, feeling the pockets of my coat and pants. When that was done and they found nothing on me, they began trying to undress me. So I fought back." She shrugged.
"Uh-huh. Did you get any other injuries?" He was intrigued now, dying to hear about how his work was operating.
"A bunch of bruises and scrapes, and little cuts from the knife they pulled on me. But those all healed. Except for this one." She shrugged, but winced as her left shoulder moved. "Now. If you'll excuse me, I think it's slowly healing. Give it time. I'm going to bed." She muttered and crossed the room to her walk-in closet, and disappeared inside.
"Patty." Her father nearly shouted. "You're hurt. This booster will help you, just come on. It's for science."
Patty's angry face appeared as the door opened. She hadn't yet started changing, so she just put her hands on her hips. "Everything's for science, isn't it, Dad?"
"Yes. Please. This will help you. I promise." His eyes spoke clear truths in many mediums as they practically pleaded to his daughter.
Patty sighed. "Okay, okay, OKAY!" She grudgingly left her closet and started out the door, with her nearly giddy with joy father. As the two left, the man clapped his hands and the bedroom was plunged in darkness equal to that in the hallway and throughout the rest of the house.
Author's Note: Well, guess I'd clear this up now. Patty and Peter are NOT going to fall in love or something dumb like that. I didn't create this character to add to the collection of perfect Mary-Sues who win the superheroes and drive them away from their canon lovers (though she is pretty Mary-Sueish...DAMNIT). Just so you know. -;; Erm...yeah. Not to knock people who do that, but just so y'all know that I don't intend to make this a strange romantic cesspool. UPDATE! Since I'm a neurotic freak, I re-uploaded this chapter to change the color of Mary Jane's eyes to their right color, green (thank you, reviewer who pointed this out).
Chapter 2: College Nights
The door screeched behind Peter as he entered his apartment, and he sighed. Spiderman had been busy that night, as it was now 9:30, several hours later than he normally returned home. With one hand, he pitched his backpack into the darkness of his apartment. With the other, he groped for the light switch. One click brought soothing light into the tiny room, and Peter blinked once as his eyes adjusted. But there was something in the room that wasn't always there.
Spider sense prompted Peter to leap upwards and wedge himself in between two ceiling beams. A rustling in the adjacent room caused the young man's skin to slick over with cold sweat. Who was in his apartment, and why? Could Harry be seeking revenge? Would he have to fight his best friend?
"Peter?" The small form of a certain redhead caused Peter's racing pulse to slow down, and he found that he could now breathe. "Peter? I heard you come in...where are you?" Her clear green eyes searched the room as one of her creamy-white hands clutched the front of her light blue hastily thrown on robe.
Peter smirked lightly, and silently attached a webbing anchor to the ceiling and leaned upside-down, and lowered himself so he was now face-to- face with the lovely Mary Jane. His clear eyes stared into hers, searching them. She was up to something, and he didn't need spider sense to know it. "Hey, MJ. What brings you here at this time of night?"
Mary Jane shook her head slowly, laughing lightly. "I've been waiting for hours, Pete." Her eyes glimmered beneath a few strands of red hair that had fallen before her face.
Peter cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And just why have you been waiting?"
The young woman laughed musically, and stepped closer to the web slinger. "I was waiting for you, Pete. I thought that Spiderman was tired, and he could use a little refresher. And I knew that Peter Parker could use a night away from his books..." The redhead took Peter's face in her hands, and kissed him passionately in the way that she had kissed him those few years ago.
Patty groaned as she stood in front of her small house. It was quite embarrassing to the young woman that she still lived with her parents. But her father wouldn't let her move out, and the first time she suggested it to her mother the poor woman fainted. So she was stuck here in a small 2- story house on the outskirts of New York City. It was 10:15, much later than her usual returning time.
Her steps were slow and swaggering as she weakly opened the door, and winced as the hinges screamed. She'd have to oil them soon. But for now, she was occupied with finding the light switch in the darkness. Her family had gone to bed, with good reason. It was a Wednesday night; her 17-year- old brother had school the next day, her mother had to report into the office at 8:00 the next morning like always, and her father had Oscorp. Her feet weaved a broken path through the front foyer, and she snapped the light off as she left (there were two light switches in different locations for the same light) and stumbled up the narrow staircase. It bent back on itself, which caused her backpack that was now being dragged on the floor by one strap to slam into the wall as she attempted to change direction.
After what seemed like an eternity, Patty reached her dark bedroom. Her right hand dropped her backpack so it could join her other hand in a sharp clap, which activated the clap-on light on her nightstand at the far side of the room. The light washed over the room, bathing a strange figure sitting on her bed in a pale glow. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad..." The groan was long and pained, the voice of an angsty 15-year-old. "What are you doing in here?" She listened for his answer as she picked up her backpack and threw it in a chair, and began removing her coat.
"Well. I was thinking." He leaned forward; his glimmering eyes were just like hers, save for his left was dark chocolate brown. The scientist pushed a hand back through his once light brown, now graying hair. "I need to do some more tests tonight." He motioned to the large gash that had sliced through the left-side shoulder of her T-shirt; the surrounding material was soaked in dark blood. "You need some boosters. Maybe if I make the formula stronger..." He mused.
"No, dad. I don't need boosters, I don't need a stronger formula. I need you to just leave me be!" Her coat was thrown on the chair over her backpack, and she was now facing him with fury in her oddly colored eyes.
"Patty. I am your father, and this is the best thing for you. Now." He ignored her eyes rolling in a clockwise direction, and her mouth opening for her to argue. "How did you get that gash?"
"I was mugged on my walk home." She stressed the word walk, insinuating that she needed a car.
But her father ignored that. "Uh-huh...so what happened?"
Patty clenched her jaw and tightened her fists. She didn't feel like talking about this at now 10:25 at night. "I was walking. This guy clapped his hand over my mouth from behind and dragged me into an alleyway. He met with two buddies. They pinned me against a wall, feeling the pockets of my coat and pants. When that was done and they found nothing on me, they began trying to undress me. So I fought back." She shrugged.
"Uh-huh. Did you get any other injuries?" He was intrigued now, dying to hear about how his work was operating.
"A bunch of bruises and scrapes, and little cuts from the knife they pulled on me. But those all healed. Except for this one." She shrugged, but winced as her left shoulder moved. "Now. If you'll excuse me, I think it's slowly healing. Give it time. I'm going to bed." She muttered and crossed the room to her walk-in closet, and disappeared inside.
"Patty." Her father nearly shouted. "You're hurt. This booster will help you, just come on. It's for science."
Patty's angry face appeared as the door opened. She hadn't yet started changing, so she just put her hands on her hips. "Everything's for science, isn't it, Dad?"
"Yes. Please. This will help you. I promise." His eyes spoke clear truths in many mediums as they practically pleaded to his daughter.
Patty sighed. "Okay, okay, OKAY!" She grudgingly left her closet and started out the door, with her nearly giddy with joy father. As the two left, the man clapped his hands and the bedroom was plunged in darkness equal to that in the hallway and throughout the rest of the house.