Rachel-Thanks, since you were the only one to give us a chance this next chapter is dedicated to you.
WolfchildBlazer and Mayla in accordance to the law, hold no claim over the Spiderman movies, comics, or merchandise that is sponsored by it. However, Mayla has complete and total rights to the original character Meg.
Meg sat scanning the computer screen, searching for information. Going on the information gathered in birth records and the information given by her now dead relatives she was searching for Aunt May's address. A smiled spread across her face as she saw a match in New York, clicking over to an airport site, she booked one ticket to Manhattan. Margaret stood and walked over to her phone dialing her boss's number, she mused over the past years as it rung. Margaret had grown up nicely in the looks department, she was elegantly tall, her cedar brown hair hung to her lower back in waves. Bejeweled aquamarines sparkled with intelligence and caring within her aristocratic face. Her youthful half smirk etched across her face as she heard her boss's voice. Requesting vacation time, and hearing her boss agree she hung up and then dialed another number.
She curled one finger in one of her bangs as she waited for her best friend to pick up. Yes, Margaret Parker, had grown up after the dreadful car accident, she had been employed in the field of computer technician in scientific research. Scientific smarts must run in the Parker family, as she succeed quickly becoming a head technician and research with in two years. Her best friend's voice finally sounded over the phone, and Meg quickly informed her of her plans. There was sounds of crying and a quick promise was made of calling every week. Then Meg placed the phone back in it's cradle. Sighing she walked off into her bedroom and pack a medium suitcase.
With her packing done, she paid her bills online for two months and the sending one quick glance she left, the door closing eerily behind her. The airport was packed as she picked up her luggage and passed customs. Boarding the plane, she propped open her laptop on her lap. Going to the biggest newspaper site in Manhattan, she quickly scanned the past few years worth of news. Arriving at Manhattan's airport, she exited and hailed a taxi. She requested that she be taken to the nearest motel, arriving she settled in for the night.
Meg sighed frustrated as for the seventh time within the hour she rang for Aunt May. She had been trying to reach them all week long and having a devil of a time as it was. Living out of a motel was demeaning at times, sometimes the hot water refused to work and her neighbors were particularly loud in their partying. Finally, she heard the familiar click of a phone being picked up. "Hello?" a woman's voice questioned on the other side.
"May Parker?" Meg inquired into the mouth of the phone. She heard an affirmative, and Meg sighed in relief. "Hello, Aunt May, this is little Margaret." Meg informed her, and she heard a startled gasp in the background. She was quickly invited over to Aunt May's home and given the address to go to. We once again find Meg hailing a taxi and going to May Parker's little cheery home. Meg knocked cautiously at the door, sending a subtle glance over her clothing.
The door was opened by a short, but kind faced woman. She had her grey hair in a tight bun on top of her head, and blue-grey eyes stared at Meg with a smile. Meg smiled at her and gave Aunt May a bow. Aunt May smiled kindly, before grabbing the startled girl in a hug. Aunt May lead Margaret inside and to a little kitchen table. They shared small talk until a male figure walked into the apartment via the front door. Meg's back was to the door so she didn't see him. Aunt May smiled happily and stood up. "Peter, come here and looked who decided to come visit." She said pointing to Meg's back. Meg's ears perked when she heard her twin's name, so she turned in her seat to face him.
Peter was tall, brushing 6'5 in his height , short cedar brown matching hair fell boyishly in his eyes and brushing the lower lobes of his ears. The most identifying feature of the twins was the aquamarine blue eyes. His was staring into her matching pair with a cute curious filled expression. "Who, Aunt May?" Peter questioned his mother like figure. He watched as Meg's shoulders dropped. So, they had not told him of his twin. No matter, she remarked, they would just have to build a new sibling relationship.
Aunt May sighed and shook her head at him. "Your twin sister, Margaret Parker, she was given to relatives in L.A." She informed him and the she turned an inquiring brow to Meg. "By the way, how are they?" Aunt May asked, and Meg's semi-relaxed countenance turned sad and troubled. Aunt May walked over and gave Meg a comforting embrace. "Peter, come over and sit, Meg, explain what has happen over the years." Aunt May instructed. Meg dropped her shoulders and began her tale as far back as she could remember. When her tale finished there were empathic gazes directed at her. "Poor dear, her surrogate parents, just like Ben." Aunt May stated, memories filling her mind. Peter's face had become closed off, but Meg did not venture to ask why.
"Never mind that, where are staying dear?" Aunt May inquired. Meg blushed, ducking her head in small embarrassment.
"A motel, until my transfer papers come through and I can find an apartment." Meg responded. Aunt May gasped and shook her head.
"That cannot do, that's it you are staying here." She ordered and force Meg and Peter out the door. "Peter, drive your sister to pack and pick up her belongings." was her last instruction before she shut the door. The twins shared a glance and they shrugged at each other. The walked to the car, and the drive to the motel was a short one , but they spent the time getting to know each other. By the time, they had arrive back at May's they were laughing uproariously at one of Meg's adolescent experiences. A sibling bond quickly built between the two and later that same week at dinner Peter asked Margaret a question.
"Hey, Meg, my friend is having a social party, I want to introduce you to him, will you come?" Peter asked. Meg, blushed and gazed down, she was unbelievably shy when it came to socializing. She was ready to decline with excuses, but when she saw the expression of puppy dog pleading on her brother's face her protest died in her throat. She nodded her consent in total numbness, but she recovered quick enough to enjoy Peter's excitement filled response. Aunt May just laugh heartily at them. "Don't worry, you won't regret this." Peter exclaimed and Meg could only stare and think that she hope his statement was true.
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