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Peter lay in his bed. He looked at his clock and groaned.
Oy, I have to get up again? Peter said seeing he was almost late for school.
He got out of bed, throwing on some deodorant after pulling on his pants over his plaid boxers. He had a muscle shirt on, which he had been sleeping in along with the boxers.
He walked towards the bathroom scratching his ass as he walked down the hallway. He looked in the mirror and started to brush his teeth. He stared at his new muscle that was flexing and un-flexing with every back and forth stroke. He dropped the tooth brush into the sink and smiled flexing his muscles infront of him like hulk Hogan. There was a knock on his door.
"Are you ready to go Peter?" Aunt May asked. "You'll be late if you don't go now."
"Yeah Aunt May," Peter replied, mouth still full of tooth paste. He rinsed out his mouth. "I just have to put on a shirt."
"Just pick up some toast on your way you," Uncle Ben added.
"Yes Uncle Ben," Peter said rolling his eyes. As if on cue his stomach rumbled. "Thanks for supporting me," he muttered.
Peter rushed out of the bathroom and jumped over a pile of towels on the floor just as his mind yelled at him to. He put on his shirt saying "I see dumb people!" and then tore out of the house forgetting the toast. He ran down the street and noticed there was no way he would get there on time. He went into an alley and made sure no one was around. He started to climb the wall.
"With great power, comes great responsibility." Flashed through his head. Oh yeah like this is great power. Talk to those freaky mutants about power.
He climbed up the wall and came to the roof. He measured his distance and started to run, making it over the first gap with no trouble. He saw his school on the opposite side of the street. He looked down into the alley and saw no one looking and jumped down three stories, landing with a crouch. He stood up.
Whoa I'm still in one piece, Peter thought. What a great not so great power I have.
Peter checked the street and was surprised to find so little traffic. He reached the door of the school and waved hi to Mary-Jane stepping inside when he realized he had forgotten his bag.
Flash glared at Peter as he crossed the hall. Mary-Jane flashed Flash a dark grin saying, "You got beat up by the biggest geek in the school." Flash snarled and held this shoulder. His shoulder had been dislocated in the flip and he was going to have it in a sling for a while longer, meaning he was out of the basketball team for the rest of the semester.
Peter slumped into P.E., his worst class.
Well that was before, Peter thought. I do have these sweet powers.
Peter took the basketball and dribbled it once. It actually came up to him. He smiled and started to run up and down the gymnasium with the basketball bouncing in front of him. Next it was time to shoot the ball. Peter lined up and Kong just laughed, having no Flash to give him something to repeat. Peter measured his shot, and released just as his mind told him to. The ball bounced off the backboard, started to roll around the rim. The ball was almost at a stop when suddenly it dropped into the basket. Everyone gasped in shock.
"Parker," the teacher said in disbelief. "How did you manage to pull that off?"
Peter smiled. "Persistence is the way to victory," he replied with a shrug.
The coach shrugged. "Listen Parker, if you can make ten out of ten baskets we'll let you take Flash's spot for the rest of the semester."
Peter considered it. It would make him more popular, less people laughing at him in the hall way. Peter measured the next shot and this time it swooshed in. He shot the next seven with little effort. With a smile he turned around for his last shot and threw the ball over the back of his head. He heard the sound of it hit the backboard and turned around in time to see it go through the hoop. Every one started to cheer him and Kong even patted him on the back.
"That was amazing Parker," Kong said in his deep booming voice.
I think those may be the first words I ever heard from Kong's brain, Peter thought but answered with a full hearty thank you.
"Ho-ee crap," Harry said talking to Peter who sat behind him in English class, "they actually let you on the basketball team."
"Well that's very supportive," Peter said rolling his eyes.
"What'd I miss?" Gwen asked sitting down beside Peter.
"Nothing," Harry said turning around.
Gwen's mouth dropped. She held her hand to her chest shocked.
"Is something wrong with you two?" Peter asked.
"He seems to be ignoring me lately," Gwen said sad. "I think he's cheating on me."
"I don't see Harry doing that," Peter said.
"What should I do Pete?" Gwen asked gazing at the floor. "I can't stand him to ignore me."
"It'll be okay," Peter said lifting her chin with his forefinger.
Gwen looked deep into Peter's eyes and smiled. "Yeah, it will wont it?"
Peter sat in the lunch room when he heard loud yelling from the hall way.
"Who is it?" Gwen asked.
"I'm not cheating on you!" Harry replied.
"Fine if you're not going to tell me anything, then we're through!" Gwen said. "Never talk to me again."
Gwen stormed into the cafeteria, her face red with anger and tears streaming down her cheeks. She was clenching her fists, and holding her lips closed. She clunked down beside Peter and buried her forehead in her arms. He could here her weeps and every one of them was a needle through his heart. He put an arm around her shoulders.
"I think I know why he was so cold to me Peter," Gwen said looking up, her sobs subsided enough to get the sentence out. "It's something about me, something I didn't even realize till today. I love you Peter Parker."
Peter blushed and retracted his arm. His heart rate increased.
"I love you too," Peter said with nothing else to say. "Not love, but I have a crush on you."
Gwen looked up at him and smiled.
Marina Kezleck sat at her lab table, mixing chemicals. She was a leading chemist at Oscorp Labs in New York. She placed the liquid in the fridge for over night and looked at her watch. It was quitting time, a thought that made her smile.
Marina was 5" 7' with blonde hair and a bronze tan. Her voice had a light lantino blend. her eyes were green.
She walked out the door looking through her purse. She found her car keys and unlocked her car and with one smooth motion sat in it. She frowned. How she had ever got such a high paying job at a company at important as Oscorp she'll never know. She placed the keys in the slot and turned, the engine struggled to turn over. She focused on the engine and helped it.
Marina was a mutant—a telekinetic. She checked her blind spots and pulled out of her parking spot. She accelerated out of the parking lot, wanting to get home as soon as possible. After such a stressful day she couldn't wait to see her lover.
She got home and saw Felicia Hardy in a bra and pajama pants standing at the stole with a spatula and frying pan. She was browning some turkey to put in with spaghetti sauce. Marina smiled as she walked in the door.
"Smells good baby," Marina said taking one big sniff.
Felicia smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, how was work?"
"It was okay," Marina said, "could've with out some one those comments."
Felicia put down the spatula and held Marina's arms. "You'll be okay; people have become less racist over the last few decades, it's bound to transfer to mutants eventually."
Marina stared at the ground. Felicia put a finger under Marina's chin and made her look into her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Felicia asked. "You shouldn't listen to those intolerant jack asses."
"Why did god do this to me?" Marina asked. "I've been religious since I was a baby. Not only did he make me a lesbian but he also made me a mutant!"
Felicia took a step back. She noticed the meat starting to burn. She sighed and answered.
"God made you those things because it's the better way of life," Felicia said. "What's wrong with being a mutant? And if you weren't a lesbian then you would never have met me would you?"
Marina took the cross on her chain around her neck and held it tight in her hand. "No, no I guess I wouldn't have."
Felicia smiled turning off the burner. She turned to face Marina who leant forward and kiss her.
"You know what I'm gonna do?" Marina asked, now happy.
"No… what?" Felicia asked.
"I'm going to give Mutants a good name finally," Marina said. "I'm going to go around saving people."
"A super hero?" Felicia asked, unsure.
"Exactly," Marina smiled. "Can you make me a—"
"Costume?" Felicia finished.
Marina smiled. "You know everything, you're so perfect."
"Well I am the reason why god made you a lesbian," Felicia said kissing Marina deeper this time.
Wilson Fisk held the phone in his thick fat hands.
"I have a subject who's completely willing for the test doctor," Fisk said, every word made his second third and fourth chins wobbling. "I just need to know when you're ready for the test."
"I have the formula completely ready," Doctor Strom replied. "Who is the subject?"
"His name is Roderick Kingsley," Fisk replied. "He's one of my best hit men."
"That's perfect for the job," Strom said.
"Thank you for your time Doctor," Fisk said. "I will speak to you tomorrow before the test."
Fisk hung up the phone and turn to look out the window. He stared long at the sun set. A helicopter flew across the sun and was setting to land. Fisk leant forward smiling; he saw his reflection in the window.
Mary-Jane shifted nervously. She rang the door dell of Peter's house.
Hi Peter, she thought, thinking of what to say to him, umm, so what are you doing tonight? Nothing? Cool… listen, if you're not doing anything tonight you wanna catch a movie… just you and me? You will? Oh yea Peter I love you. No that's no good. That'll freak him out completely.
Peter answered the door. "Oh hey MJ," he said smiling.
"Hi Tiger," she said grinning more broad. "I was just wondering what you're doing tonight."
"Oh nothing," Peter said. "I'm just hanging with Gwen."
"Oh can I come with?" Mary-Jane said saddened that he wasn't free.
"Sorry MJ but it's sorta just me and her…"
"Why?"
"Cause her and Harry broke up and… now we have a date."
Mary-Jane turned away slowly. "Hope that works out well."
"I'll catch a flick with you tomorrow," Peter called after her.
"No. No it's okay," Mary-Jane said.
"A date champ?" Uncle Ben asked patting Peter on the back. "Before you do that, you still gotta eat your toast."
Peter smiled and with a slight chuckle went inside. He quickly inhaled the piece of toast and then went up to his room. He sat down at his desk and looked at the various drawings he had made. They were pictures of various costumes that he was planning to make. He was thinking of going into wrestling, this way no one would know it's him. He came to his favorite, a costume made out of red and blue, with black, elevated; webs were covering the whole body.
I'll start making that tomorrow. Peter thought. Right now I got a beautiful lady to think about.
Roderick sat in the chair.
"This isn't going to be painful right?" Roderick asked as Strom took and unknown amount of liquid into a glass.
"Don't worry," Strom said. "It might taste bad, and you might be knocked out for a few minutes, but it shouldn't hurt."
"Do not worry," Fisk said, "if this does what Strom promises, then any pain will be well worth it."
"Yeah, well your promise isn't that great Wilson," Roderick said as Strom approached with a translucent green liquid.
Strom left the liquid on the table beside the chair and then pulled the two leather straps covering Roderick's arms tighter. Strom picked up the glass and then poured it down Roderick's throat. All of Roderick's veins tensed up, followed by his muscles. His face tensed up, and then he passed out, his body twitching. Over ten minutes Roderick's muscles grew slowly.
Roderick groaned. "I feel terrible," Roderick said. "I'm a little sore."
"That's okay," Strom said. "That's part of the process. Now Mister Fisk, about my pay."
"What makes you think that I will not just send Mister Roderick on you now?" Fisk asked superciliously.
Strom's face turned from confident to scared. Fisk smiled and handed him a block of hundred dollar bills.
"The other things you ordered will come later today with my associate," Strom said being led to the door.
"Thank you very much Doctor. Now get out of my sight," Fisk said opening the door for Strom. Fisk turned to Roderick. "Now about your hit man name. I thought that I'd make you a costume befitting of that name, Hobgoblin."
To Be Continued...
Yeah, see now something is happening. If you're having trouble figuring out who Marina is, she's no one, i thot since im making my own marvel that i can make my own characters too.
