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This is a fan made fic purely for entertainment.
I do not own Marvel Franchise or any connected entertainmentused in this story other than my plot and my OC's.
My Life is screwed, right ?..
"Jesus Christ..." I thought as I was feeling a blinding headache, I was in the subway train, I feel this is more like TASM, with a wobbling form I walked quivering to an thankfully empty car of the train.
I did not want to label myself as a sexual deviant by ripping off a random lady's blouse.
I tried to remain focused, yet I feel myself slipping away to a exhausting moment of sleep.
It was a good thing informed Harry and Mr Harrington that I might've as well take off back to my house rather than stay with the exhibition and ruin the experience for everyone, thankfully teacher was someone understanding, Harry was not pleased due to not being able to show off with his best friend but his concern won over his ego.
Even though, I knew this would happen I never felt how much of a effects this genetic alteration could have.
As a human, I was not completely immune to effects of sickness or diseases but I was notably healthy and bullheaded enough to maintain my posture and my own mind through any situation during my past life. So this sudden bout of fainting twice took a hit to my pride.
But, I knew what was going and remained myself to calm despite the disfigured voices and sensations I could feel, I put a leash over my own body to not react to the slightest moment happening around.
My station arrived as I walked off from the train absentmindedly.
My eyes snapped open as I held my right hand out immediately catching a rather light weighted...metal box ?, with one hand.
"Oh, my god ?!!~. I'm so sorry and thank you.." A voice of lady interrupted my marveling look over the rather heavy looking box which I caught effortlessly.
"It's nothing, miss." I knocked off my amazement swiftly in a flash, I found myself in company of a very beautiful brown haired lady with beautiful blue eyes. She was wearing a bluish white shirt with grey jeans and black heels.
"Jane..watch yourself can't you ?." Another beautiful lady with fair skin and long black hair under a grey beanie arrived holding a few metallic cases. She wore a grey shirt with brown coat over it and black pants with white sports shoes.
"Here, you go miss." I passed the box to her she smiled.
"Thank you, it would been a great disaster if it had fallen of—um?." Suddenly she looked akwards as she couldn't take the box from my hands.
Even though my expression didn't change, I was already sweating from inside.
Bloody hell.
Of all times why god, why now.
Spider Stickiness.
I thought as my now immensely heightened eyesight caught the pin prick like long spike like strands from my hands.
Maybe it was split second decision but I glared at my own hands as if it had ruined my life in a discreet manner, a thing I picked up in my previous world as I was handling one of the most troublesome group of idiot of mine.
The stickiness paused abruptly freeing the metal box. Huh, guess I still got it. Guess, Debby wasn't kidding when he said I had a chilling glare.
"Eh, thanks." She said trying to not make it awkward as the box fell into her hands, making her wince at the sudden appearance of such weight. Her slender hands struggling to hold the large metallic box.
"Let me." I said rather chivalrously as I took the metal box from her hands, easily.
"Ah—thanks." She said with surprise at how helpful I was and my own strength, I was kinda surprised myself but thankfully I had a good poker face. Oh, and she seemed to now burn a hole through my baggy clothes which she thinks hides my jacked up figure.
The lady friend of hers seemed amused as she gave a mocking smile, as she mouthed at her friend "beauty tricks again". The brunette lady gave a glare.
It was pretty silent as we walked away from the sub ways, for some reason I knew there was something...clicking with this blonde lady.
I tried to figure out what it was. My instincts said it was rather special, I had learned to follow it through my life and I am not afraid to say it had saved my ass most times.
"So..you guys are some researchers from Oscorps ?." I tried to strike a conversation.
"How did you—Oh right." The brunette said clumsily as she looked at the Oscorps tag hanging over her shirt's pocket..
"No, we were there for showing our own project at exhibition." It was the brunette lady's dark haired friend that answered this time.
"Is that so ?, I didn't see you guys anywhere." I replied.
"You were at Oscorps." the brunette lady asked.
"Sorta field trip." I answered with a shrug.
"Oh...Well, we had some issues..with the Oscorp management with our project." She answered with a blank voice.
"Seems problematic, so what's in this ?." I asked offhandedly.
"An theoritical structural space time disparate point connection establishment." The dark haired lady quipped in.
"..An Einstein-Rosen-Bridge.." I couldn't help but be nerd about it. It doesn't help that as a genius Peter can't shut his mouth for the godsake, and I am myself a very curious and science loving personality.
The ladies seems surprised I knew what that meant, the short haired lady especially. She probably said that shut me up.
"You know what a wormhole structure analysis is ?." The blonde lady asked.
"Kinda nerd here." Both in my previous world and as Peter, especially Peter.
It dawned on me of how uneducated I was compared to Peter Parker when I was at highschool when I received his memories. I was kinda a top of my own academy back then during my teens, even then I don't think I had been trying to make a breakthrough in a research about the Gamma Rays and Dimension in working theories etc like Peter.
Marvel and their super genius, it hurts my pride every time I compare myself to these brainiacs.
"Sorry, forgot to introduce myself, Peter Parker.."
"Darcy Lewis." the dark haired lady said.
"Jane Foster."
'!!?'
I am reminded of how precious my poker face is.
Jane Foster..Einstein-Rosen-Bridge...Darcy Lewis...I should've seen this coming.
This was fucking Jane Foster.
Dr Jane Foster, the person in Marvel who is known to be one of the best astrophysicist, the creator of Foster theory, Thor's gal who later become female Thor or known as Mighty Thor...
Now that I see it, she looks like Natalie Portman...she's hot alright.
"..."
"..."
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"...So, think you can give me some juicy details over your works if that ain't a problem, I think we can kill some time."
"Why of course. Where should I start,..."
I am reminded that I have the best poker face, suck that Debby...And I am the worst at making conversations.
And just like that I think I discovered I might've as well ended up in MCU or atleast a very big world.
"Are you okay, Peter." An elder voice, firm yet gentle asked me for the umpteenth time with concern.
"Yeah...Uncle Ben...I'm fine." I find myself saying that after finding a quiet voice, far too gentle, far too soft, far too...meek.
My eyes was staring at the man before me, an elderly fellow with grey hair and wise black eyes, he wore a red checked shirt with brown coat over it and brown pants. A man who looked pretty strong for someone in his late sixties, an concerned look over his face.
My face nor body may not give off the feeling but my eyes may gave it away...
Benjamin Franklin Parker...
He...reminds me of someone, looking at me like that. With a concerned look, a scarily striking resemblance to a person who I respected immensely and loved with no equal...My grandfather..
I closed my eyes, finding comfort in the fact this scary feeling of getting back a feeling that had long since faded away, it was new but it at the same time nostalgic.
"It was a good thing that you're teacher did not call your Aunt May, she would be sick worrying about you." He said as he gave a shake of his head.
"Still, make sure that you're good in health, maybe get a check up with the doctor lady next door." Uncle Ben said with concern as I headed upstairs.
Parker Residence is more or less TASM, especially that rather special bag under the bed. Richard Parker's works.
The room was messy. Several junks—or mechanical parts and blueprints of several amazing things that made me feel like going through them, a few clothes here and there—giving me an instinctive feeling to clean up which was more of my own rather than Peter's feeling, a few papers of which I managed to gleam a few important words like "Gamma rays" "Dr Bruce Banner" etc.
I plopped down on the single bed, lots of things hanging over my head. Spinning around and making approximate changes and progressing plans for this chaotic situation. My own thoughts were used to the speed of madman but this accelerated thoughts and brain workings were like speed of light comparatively.
However, I merely shut my eyes tightly finding comfort in the sweet embrace of blankness as I tried to sleep away, hoping this was some wild dream.
For now, I will let future me figure this out for now...on the second thought maybe not considering the trend of the millions of parallel worlds and future counterparts we have here. I don't think I want a future me or any me with me, thank you very much.
'I'm so done.' I can't help but think as I tried to bury myself to unconsciousness. Why am I seeing so much fucked up plot of every Spider man franchise, I'm pretty sure some of them don't even exist in the same universe I am, right ?.
On a plus notice, I have to find a good therapist sooner or later.