Arana: Spider-Girl of 2099

Summary: A girl from the year 2099 showed up in the Parkers' living room...through a freaking portal in their television at two in the morning. And said future girl traveled back in time to be trained by the orignial Spider-Girl. There's just one problem, the original Spider-Girl is dead. AU Teen Heroes Universe. Rated T for Language.

Author's Note: Hello, readers. This is a fanfic centered around the arrival of Anya Corazon aka Arana into the Teen Heroes Universe.

Constructive Criticism welcome.

Disclaimer: I own my own characters.

Chapter Four

The Lab of Sami Parker, Middleton...

After they had returned from the robbery (and dropping Robin off in Gotham), the remaining teen heroes stood in front of the large computer monitor, quietly watching Sami file a Mission Log and Report to SHIELD's database. Well, Anya watched, Mindy and Ben were too preoccupied in their phones to pay attention to whatever the older brunette was doing.

With a satisfied huff and one final click, Sami sent in the files before turning to the younger heroes, "Well, now that that's all said and done, what did you think of your first mission, Anya?" Sami asked enthusiastically.

Without trying to sound too rude, Anya cleared her throat, "It was not my first mission. I've been on plenty of other missions."

"I meant with the new team..." Sami said awkwardly.

"Oh...it was okay. Not as exciting as I had previously thought or expected. No offense..." Anya said, rubbing at her arm nervously.

"None taken. Robbery Calls aren't usually the most exciting, unless it's a super villain doing the robbing." Sami explained, giving the girl a reassuring smile to which Anya returned shyly.

"I wish it was a super villain. I was looking forward to kicking Drakken's ass." Ben said.

"If it was Drakken, Kim would have gotten the call. Not us." Mindy reminded.

"Hence why Kim and Ron are preoccupied in Antarctica with Drakken and Shego. She said something about a giant freeze ray and Pop Pop's corn dogs." Sami added, trying to remember exactly what the red head had said.

"So...why didn't we get a super villain call? Why just a bank robbery?" Anya asked.

Sami chuckled, "Unfortunately, or fortunately for you guys, I was supposed to be taking a day off from any and/or all superhero activity...but I figured one mission wouldn't hurt. I also figured we could handle a bank robbery, regardless of who was doing the robbing."

"Oh...that makes sense..." Anya said.

Sami nodded as she went back to filling out the damage report and mission log. Ben yawned as he set his phone down on the examination table before stretching out his arms. After hearing the satisfactory sounds of popping joints, he informed the brunette that he was going to go train in the Basement Gym. This peaked the Latina's interests as she waited to see if he, or Sami, would say more.

After feeling a set of eyes staring into his back, he turned to look back at Anya. After looking, he confirmed that she was the one staring at him, and gave her a look of slight annoyance. With a raise of his brow, he huffed, "Can I help you?" He asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Anya gave him a confused look with a slight glare but spoke anyway, "I heard someone say gym."

"Yes..." Ben asked.

"Is there one here?" Anya asked, anxiously.

"Uh, yeah. It's in the basement, like I just said." Ben explained.

"Okay, okay. Just asking. Sheesh." Anya replied, holding her hands up in her own defense.

Sami whacked the younger brunette upside the head, reminding him to be nice. He stuck his tongue out at his sister, reminding her that she was not the boss of him. She returned his immature reaction to her previous statement. Anya could not help but laugh at the site, glad to see that the siblings were still as close now as they were going to be in the future. It was a pleasant sight to see in person, mainly because the only sights she had seen of them were in holo-texts and pictures in museums. Well, that and Sami became immortal, de-aged to age twenty-six and mainly lives in Gotham (and doesn't associate with the Web-Head Society), but the brunette did not need to know all that just yet.

She then turned her attention to the youngest member of the group. Hit Girl, or Mindy, was hardly paying attention to whatever the others were doing. She had also turned off her phone, now sitting at the work bench polishing her sword. The little blond girl had removed her mask and wig, as well as her gloves as she carefully polished the sharp blade. Anya guessed that Mindy had sensed eyes on her as well, because the younger pointed to the elevator,

"If you take the elevator down, the gym will be the first door on your right." Mindy said without actually taking her eyes off of her weapon.

With a nod, Anya took off her backpack and goggles, set them down on the opposite side of the work bench and headed down to the basement. After hitting the down button, she patiently waited for the doors to close and the elevator took her down.

Once the doors had closed, Ben turned his attention back to Sami, "She's got a staring issue." he deadpanned.

The comment got him another whack in the back of the head, "Be nice." Sami ground out playfully.

"She's from the year 2099. We're probably either really old or dead by then, so it's probably strange for her to see us all in person." Mindy answered.

Sami hummed in response, "Way to keep it positive, Minds."

"What? I'm just being truthful!" Mindy protested, now polishing her throwing-knives.

Gym...

Anya looked around in awe. The gym was freaking huge! How Sami had managed to fit this entire room underneath of her house, the Latina did not know. It was incredible and truly impressing. Not only was there a weight-lifting area and gymnastics bars, but there were treadmills and other elliptical machines, a boxing ring for sparring, and a simulation booth. The entire floor was made of nothing but a plush-like mat, to guarantee a safe landing. Seriously, how did she get all this down here? Anya left a mental note to ask Sami later, but she was betting Tony Stark was involved.

Just a hunch.

Like a kid in a candy store, Anya launched herself from her spot on to one of the many gymnastic bars, giggling happily as she did so.

Sorry, this chapter is short. It acts more like a filler chapter, mainly because I forgot where I was going with this. (I'm on break for the Summer.) Anyway, I will update ASAP. Feedback would be appreciated.