I didn't know Aquamarine was a movie character until just recently. SHE IS DIFFERENT THAN THE ONE IN MY STORY! THERE IS NO CONNECTION! That is all!
Ok, so let's start the story...
She was tapping her foot impatiently, holding a remote in her right hand that was crossed with her left. It had many small buttons, each blinking or glowing, but there was a big, dull red button that seemed to be pressed a lot more often than the others...
Spider-Man stood up and in front of the kids. He didn't say a thing, afraid to jeopardize the situation even more.
"I...I mean..." He tried to say.
"You see, Spider-Man, I tell you to wait so you will not find yourself learning things that people who are employed here do not even know. You already know too much as it is."
"That's the mean lady!" Jemi pointed. She gave an evil, twisted smile.
"What business do you have abducting children? Kids, for God's sake, kids!"
"You will soon know more than you wish."
"You said that to me before. I want answers now! Where will these kids be taken to?"
"To be employed at my factory, making House of Heroes merchandise. Also, the women will be trained to become servants here, such as your friend, Abba."
"And the parents?" He asked.
"Do I look like I care about parental permission?"
"No!" Narcissa hissed.
"Quiet, kids." He mumbled at them.
"Spider-Man, I do not have the proper tools to fix your neck restraint. We can fix it tomorrow, after the task, if you survive that is."
"Tomorrow...when will the kids be shipped off?" He asked.
"Tomorrow. I can let you see them, if you would like."
He nodded. Why was she being nice?
She forced him out of the room, shiny remote in hand, and personally walked him to his wing of the House of Heroes.
"So, Spider-Man," She said during the trip. "You were told you were battling Aquamarine and her friends, am I correct?"
He nodded.
"I hope that will not effect the outcome of the task." She said, though her voice showed she really didn't give a damn.
"Don't worry, It won't."
He walked into the room, and Mary
Jane wrapped her arms around him.
"Spider-Man! That's the
beastly woman I told you about!" She whispered, not caring if the
Headmistress heard or not.
"Ah, Miss Mary Jane Watson," The Headmistress beamed, "I have not seen you since your trip here, are you well?"
"Confused, but well. How did I get here?"
"I brought you. 'Figured if anyone could sort out Spider-Man and keep him out of trouble, it would be his girlfriend."
"Hey, I don't know how it goes on your home planet, but women do not control men." He groaned.
"They don't?" Mary Jane snapped at him.
The Headmistress smiled evilly again, showing some bright white, pointy teeth beneath her bright red lipstick.
"My point exactly."