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#1 Posted by silverspidey (147 posts) - - Show Bio

Thanks for the read! I'll go through it again. My eyes were really tired.

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Marvel - The Beginning: The Outstanding Runaways

ARC 1: TRIALS

PART 1 OF 3

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Downtown Los Angeles

Wilder Industries - Duel Building Annex

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His stealthy pace on the cushioned rug helped him slip past a few Night Watch guards. The shoes, extra padded on the bottom didn’t hurt either.

Making his way down the dimly lit hallways, Chase Stein, son of the infamous Mister Stein, runs up behind a beam that protrudes out the wall. Pressing his back up against it, Chase peaks out from behind it, scanning the hallway for any movement. His blue eyes searching for anything or anyone that could give him away. Nothing.

Satisfied, Chase slicks back golden yellow blond hair and wipes the sweat away from his forehead. He was nervous. So nervous in fact he almost wished he used the bathroom once more before he did this. He shouldn’t have eaten at ‘In N’ Out’. He should’ve listened to his dad and just ate a power bar and some coffee – stupid. Chase could feel his resolve waning. He needed to reassure himself and check everything once more, even if it was in the middle of the hallway.

Glancing down, Chase down a ‘pat-down’ check on himself. Wearing a fitted black vest he felt the lock picking supplies he had, top of his white shirt was unbuttoned and he loosened his black tie. Checking his pants pocket, Chase felt the objects he needed to have.

Lastly, he raises his right hand that’s encased in a weight metal glove. Its resembles to that of an armored glove from the Knights in the 16th Century – was purposeful; as was the small screen on the back hand and buttons that ran up the gauntlet covering his wrist.

He had everything he needed. He was good. Chase whispered it to himself. He knew what to do. He was the best.

Calming himself, he draws a deep breath, opens his blue eyes once more and proceeds down the hallway.

Proceeding along the ugly yellow carpeting under foot cushioning his footsteps, Chase looks to the back of his metal gloved hand. A small screen shows a 3D map of the building with a red dot of his location and a blue dot of his destination which says 700 feet closer. Glancing straight ahead, Chase sees the doors with various brass numbers on them. "Three seventeen." he mumbles to himself, turning left down a hallway.

Firming his face, Chase straightens his tie hastens his down the long corridor looking for the right suite number.

However, before he can get much further, the sound of the elevator arriving behind him is heard. Chase looks at the clock on the wall and sees it is 12:51pm. Chase quickly ducks behind a secretary’s desk outside an office suite. Squatting down, Chase feels the beads of sweat gather on his forehead. Carefully peaking over the mahogany desk, Chase blue eyes peers over the wood and between the decorative crystal paper weights to a door across the hall. The exact door he was looking for '317'

Then, Chase eyes shift to the four security men with flashlights, exiting the elevator and kicking down the office doors. Chase slowly squats back down and firms his face, he needed more time, but that didn’t matter now. Getting the job done was priority.

Taking a deep breath, Chase slowly raises up from behind the desk, not immediately notices by the four mystery men.

Quietly he walks out to the middle of the hallway, still unnoticed, and then holds out his metal gloved hand, palm facing outward as a smirk comes across his face.

"HEY!"

Immediately all four men turn to him in unison and immediate reach for the guns.

Within seconds the metal glove on Chase hands, slides out plates metal up his arm, along his shoulder, covering his torso, then over his entire body increasing his height to 7 feet tall, only exposing his mouth and nose.

Where his eyes once were, now is replaced by two hollow lenses, which glow red.

"SHOOT'EM!" yells one of the men as the rest are hesitant.

"Bad idea." grunts Chase as he charges them men fast!

"WE NEED BACK UP!" yells one of the security men as the others shoot at him.

Bullets bounce off Chase suit as he clumsily staggers over to them and swats one of the shooters, throwing his body like a rag doll across the width of the lobby and smashing through a pane glass wall. Turning to the other three, Chase races after the men with the momentum of a freight train. Colliding into one gunman who just shoots at him, Chase sends him aback 30 feet right into the elevator door! One jumps on Chase back, shooting him point blank in the back of the head.

Chase jumps up, crushing the man between his back and the concrete ceiling! Landing on his feet, Chase grabs him and toss him aside before balling his metal fist and bashing the last gun man across the face, sending him bouncing off the wall.

Seconds is all it took. Chase deactivates the suit, the metal places sliding back into each other with abnormal ambiguity. Smoothing his golden blond hair back, Chase steps over the bloodied and battered gunman who lay amongst scattered debris.

“Don’t mess with Steins.” Huff Chase, turning aside from them to the Office Suite he needed to get to, 317.

As Chase turns the doorknob to the office, he’s taken off guard as enters and sees Nico Minoru, dressed in black jump suit standing on a desk, a painting clearly meant to be on the wall, now on the floor and a flashlight in her mouth with documents in her hand.

Chase eyes open wide as he slams the door behind him, throwing his hands up in the air.

“ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS!” Chase exclaims, "I WANTED TO USE MY NEW FEATURE ON THIS THINGAMAJIGG!" he says pointing to his metal glove.

Nico spits out her flashlight, "Not my fault your too slow.” She quips, slamming shut the safe door and spinning the rotating lock.

“Besides, this is a single effort trial." she says flirtatiously.

Chase narrows his eyes, “Single? So does that mean I have to stop you then?"

Rolling her eyes, Nico reaching down and picks up the painting, carefully placing it back on the wall. Seeing the painting positioned the way it was when she walked in, Nico hops off the desk and wags the rolled up paper to Chase, who stands by the door, stiff lipped and rather quiet.

"Stop me now, but I may make you ‘chase’ me for it though." she says sultrily.

Chase immediately blushes as he nods, "We-well ya...thats what I thought. We're workin' together" he says.

Nico winks at him, "You'd think I was gonna betray you now? Come on, we only got each other in this, who knows what our parents have planned for us, we just got to get through this together."

Chase nods happily, "Right. Now let’s get outta here." he says.

Suddenly the dim lit lights go out!

"What's happening?" Nico asks, concern lacing her voice.

Promptly Chase looks on the screen on the back of his metal glove, "Someone is cutting off all the power to the building." He replies.

Nico raises her eyebrow, "Why?! This is a simple extraction. We only have an hour left." she says.

Chase shakes his head, "No, no, no all the safety precautions we took, are getting undone. Someone is interfering. Get ready to use that staff."

Nico face firms, "No.”

Chase looks to her in visible protest, "What do you mean know?! You know this building was chosen cause it has an ex-military back up security force! I can take out a few guys but not…Nico get it out."

Nico’s face shifts from angry to scared, looking at her chest, “I-I no. I can’t.”

Suddenly a TV behind them turns on, bathing them in a soft white glow. Nico and Chase hold their hands just over their eyes from glare as gates slam shut over the massive windows and then the door to exit the office!

Immediately a face appears on the television screen. A bald African American man, his expression tired but almost aglow with, irritation. He threw his head back, swallowing down a mouthful of whatever liquor made him suck the air between his teeth. He returned his eyes to the screen, opening the top button on his white collared.

“So its you two. Stein’s boy and Minoru’s girl.”

"Mister Wilder?” Chase exclaims in almost disbelief, “What are you doing?!” he asks.

“You can’t do this Mister Wilder.” Nico states, hoping to reason with him, “Stop now and I promise we won’t say anything.” She pleads.

Chase cuts her look, “We won’t?” he scoffs.

Nico face firms with determination, “NO, we won’t.” she insistently replies.

“Nico Minoru…” Mister Wilder sighs, “…if only your mother was as kind as you, but I’m afraid that even if you made that promise, its too late for that.”

Chase points at the screen, “Listen old man…” he says in a slightly deeper voice that only Nico knew he was forcing to put on so he could sound tough like his father, “…this is Trials and you know the rules…

“Shut up boy.” Wilder snarls, silencing Chase, “…bad enough I had to deal with your father all these years, I won’t deal with him again in the lesser undistilled form of your arrogance and stupidity!” he states.

“And I know what this night is.” Wilder continues, “This, is Trials. The night to prove yourselves to the Pride that you’re worthy of Leading our Cabal by surmounting the challenges set by the Pride. So what do they have you doing?”

“Looking for ways to piss on your coffin when they hang you for this.” Chase spits.

Nico steps forward, “It’s a treasure hunt.”

“NICO!” Chase exclaims, upset she told him anything about Trials.

“We’ve been going through all of Los Angeles.” Nico explains, “That’s all it is. Its all Innocent Mister Wilder. Please just let us continue.”

Still on the Television, Mister Wilder starts to chuckles, “Innocent, really Nico? Then how come all the places you’ve been ‘infiltrating’ in your ‘treasure hunt’, are my Companies, my subsidiaries. Everything you’ve taken, ruins me overnight!!"

Chase and Nico look at each other confused.

On the television Mister Wilder rubs his eyes, "Look, you can pretend like you don't understand. But I know how much your parents have a hold over you…”

Nico tilts her head at the screen, feeling nauseous at his presumption.

“…but I can’t, I won’t let them ruin my legacy after already ruining my son!” Wilder says, focusing his attention to them he shakes his head sadly, “We did this before to a good man in New York. Parker I think. It was on New Years too. Talk about Karma.”

Chase grits his teeth, “KARMA ISN’T GONNA GIVE US BACK THE TIME YOU’RE WASTING WILDER! NOW RAISE UP THESE SHIELDS AND LET US OUT OF HERE!”

Nico looks at Chase, stunned at his temper, “You’re going to make his worse!” she whispers, “He’s clearly upset don’t…”

“Look Stein boy…” Wilder says with a pointed finger, “You’re father may think of you as a Howard Stark but I don’t like you, bad enough Nico had to be here.” He says, shifting his eyes to her, “My boy always said you nice to him.”

Nico gulps, “We did get along.”

“And now he’s a low life runaway.” Chase blurts, “A dead beat just like his father.”

“Now…” Wilder retorts, “…you sound like your Father.” He sighs leaning back, “Although I doubt he’ll ever know that after tonight.”

Nico feels her face drain, “Mister Wilder…”

Wilder holds up his hands, “Enough.” He sternly interrupts, “I’ve been with the Pride for decades, but after EVERYTHING I’ve done for them, after the lies, the secrets, the killing…” He recalls, balling his hands into fists before slamming them flat on the table and staring at the pair, “See, the Pride, belonged to me.”

“What’re you smoking?” Chase chides.

Wilder narrows his eyes, “Save for the Mancha boy, my boy Alex was gifted.”

Chase remains quiet, not willing to dispute it.

Wilder points at him, “And your father knew it. And sabotaged my entire family so he could keep his grip on the Pride through you boy.” He says, folding his arms, “But that plan is gonna go up in smoke, along with you.”

Chase steps forward, "Screw this.” He huffs, “Wilder, you know that if any ‘participant’ during the night of Trials, if faced with an imminent threat of exposure, We can kill you! You know that right?” he sneers coldly.

Nico pulls his arm, "Chase stop we’re not killing Alex father!”

Chase yanks his arm away and points at Mr. Wilder, "I mean it! I’ll back trace this feed to whatever hole your in and put a bullet square in you before daybreak!"

Nico shakes her head, "NO YOU WON’T!” she protests, “There's another way! There's always another way."

"You don’t listen do you boy.” Mister Wilder says to Chase, “I have a private ex-military crew ready to do a clean up in twenty seconds after you go up in smoke." he says as red countdown numbers start to flash on the television screen, starting from 10.

"Up in smoke?" Nico nervously repeats, hoping it doesn’t mean what she think it does. She knew from Alex that the Wilder’s were kind and intelligent people, but the meaning of their actions were in their words, and when they were mean, they were ruthless.

“Yes…” Wilder answers, “Because after the C4 lining the walls in that office.”

Chase shakes his head, JEEZUS!" he exclaims in a panic and points his glove at the floor and blasting it. The floor rumbles but Chase and Nico quickly a thick metal sheet glistening in the dark under the rug that smolders from blast fire.

Suddenly, the screen on Chase glove shows the through the x-ray mode of where the C4 is located.Chase looks at Nico as the numbers hit six and points to the wall.

"Remove the C4! Summon that stinkin staff! Thats the only way you can channel your powers and save us!" he yells, panicking.

"I can't i'm too stressed I need to focus!" she exclaims as she looks at her chest.

Angered, Chase grabs Nico by the shoulders, "WE ARE GONNA FREGGIN DIE NICO!!" Chase yells they both see the numbers hit five.

"STOP YELLING AT ME I CAN'T DO IT LIKE THAT!" Nico yells.

"DO IT!!!" yells Chase as they lock eyes.

As Nico turns and sees the numbers on the television go down to 1 and then zero.

Suddenly, as if the walls seem to jump, all the glass shatters as the walls crack like paint chips from a ceiling with a red glow of fire behind them.

Almost as if the room slowly started to lift from the opposite end of the hallway into the air and the opposite towards the floor, everything starts to shift to steep incline. Confused, Nico feels the room start to vibrate as she looks at the wall behind the television start to glow red at the center and slowly become engulfed in a seemingly never ending pit of fire!

As if fear and dread made a hole in his stomach, Chase eyes open wide as his hair starts to fly back from the force of the oncoming explosion and sees Nico remains motionless and in a trance-like state.

As if something calmed Nico. Staring at the fire, she becomes almost completely entranced by it. It was beautiful. More than that. It was powerful. The curling fire engulfs the wall, quickly devours along the flammable rug towards them and smothers the glass table ahead of them, shattering completely. She loved it. She felt it. Not the fire…but the power.

Tuning almost everything out as the wall gets brighter and brighter white with Chase yelling at the top of his lungs until he is red-faced for Nico to do something.

Suddenly a glow emits from the center of Nico’s chest. A long bronze staff extends out of Nico's chest and she automatically grabs hold of it with both hands.

Baring her teeth, Nico eyes glow bright yellow as she exhales white smoke from her mouth and nose. The Staff vibrates in her hands, trembling with raw power but she focuses on the approaching fire, the eruption from the C4. She feels everything moves, crackle and burn all at once and channels it, into one word:

"WINTER!!!" yells Nico.

Suddenly, Chase is slammed against the wall as fire fizzles out at his feet while he slumps to the floor. Holding his head, Chase, slowly opens his eyes as he sees Nico standing in the middle of the room with bright moon glow on her. However, as Chase gets his barrings, he rubs his eyes and sees Nico standing in the middle of the room with her staff in her hand, snow on her shoulders, ice on the floor and thick clouds floating on the ceiling as the moon glow from outside filters in through the blown out windows!

Chase staggers to his feet as he sees Nico turn to him with glowing yellow eyes.

Chase gulps, “What the fudge…”

To be continued….

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#4 Edited by silverspidey (147 posts) - - Show Bio

Thanks bro! Trying my best :-D

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#5 Posted by silverspidey (147 posts) - - Show Bio

You're doing an excellent job of managing these characters, it isn't easy but once the voices of each character stick in your head, like Quill's, then it'll be even easier. But great job regardless.

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#6 Posted by silverspidey (147 posts) - - Show Bio

BRB has been done justice! Well done!

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#7 Posted by silverspidey (147 posts) - - Show Bio

Thanks TDK! MJ is my favorite honestly, I felt like Gwen should've been handled differently so i'm gonna reflect that in this series.

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#8 Edited by silverspidey (147 posts) - - Show Bio

Thanks a lot TDK, i really am trying to funnel the best elements of Spider-man and keep a few people on their toes too. Thanks for reading!

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Marvel - The Beginning: The Amazing Spider-Man

ARC: DOG DAYS OF SUMMER

PART 2 - LAST TRIP OF THE YEAR

P.S. 33 Queens Lincoln High School

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Down the white floored hallway, the red lockers glisten from the morning sunlight that shines in through the windows and large front doors. Voices of kids fill the air as students stand by and lean on their red lockers. Some talking to girls, others huddled around each other on Instagram, some comparing cell phones while many more continue to laugh and gossip. Classic High School Weather.

Among the ruckus of school kids, Peter Parker looks down the hallway and immediately spots between the walls lined with students, the ground of football players.

All of them with green jackets. The cheerleaders in their short white skirts and green top walk and laugh amongst each other. In the center of them all, is the blond haired slicked back Flash Thompson. Walking tall over cheerleaders, Liz Allen, Sally Avril, and Gwen Stacy, Flash twirls his football in his hands and spins it on his finger.

Slamming his locker shut, Peter rolls his eyes,, "You know what I don’t care about them, I don’t care. I have bigger things to think about.”

“As you’ve been saying that for the past fifteen minutes…” Harry says, looking at Peter’s OZCORP Invitation Letter, "You really think you’re gonna get this? I mean, like, I know my pops, he's such a perfectionist? You think you’ll land it?” he asks.

“I have to get that internship Harry…” Peter confesses, “…for the fact that Eddie and I are on the same floor kills my grades cause I’ve been fudging his grades so he can pass classes and its screwing with mine…”

“WHOA WHOA WHOA!” Harry shouts, “You’re ^&*!@# ME RIGHT?!”

“WILL YOU KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!” Peter exclaims.

“Sorry but DUDE, like, he’s the devil…no offense.”

“I know, but it’s not for him though…” Peter says, “…it’s for Uncle Ben. The old man really likes him on the football team and if Eddie doesn’t keep a C-Average….”

“He’s benched and then kicked off.”

“And buh bye potential scholarship and hello Eddie at home. In the end, it works for me.” Peter says, “Plus, you should see Uncle B talks about football with him, he’s is all proud of him. With Eddie gone, maybe, just maybe he’ll notice me when I show him stuff like this.” He says, holding out the OSBORN INTERNSHIP INVITE.

However as Peter and Harry turn to walk into the rowdy classroom, Peter stops in his tracks as if struck by lightning. Feeling as if he was punched in the face, his eyes lock into the glorious soul sitting across the room.

Over Delvin and Cashini kissing, just behind stinky Kevin picking his nose and trying to touch a Laurel's curly straw yellow hair as she's face deep in Instagram. In front of the goth girl giving Harry an evil look as he fails at 'wooing' her, Peter sees a red headed girl, dressed in a black ‘BEATLES’ T-shirt, blue jeans. It was almost poetry just watching her sit quietly at her desk, staring out the window.

Peter feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum. His palms grow moist. His tongue goes dry and reaches over, shaking Harry, furiously with excitement, making him disengage his failed flirting.

"Who...who's...who's...who's...

Harry hits Peter on the back of his neck.

"OW! Harry! Who's that? Thanks." says Peter.

Harry slides in front of Peter with a pervy smirk, "Why? You likeY? Huh? Huh? Wanna get some of that!?”"

"Dude like get out the way!" Peter mumbles, pushing him aside to get a look at the redhead.

"Her name Mary Jane." whispers Harry, “New Transfer Student.”

“Know anything about her?”

“Totally!”

Peter looks at him with a raised eyebrow. Harry shrugs, “Sally Avrils super secret but not so secret Twitter page got info. Anyway, supposedly, Maryjane Watson can’t go onto the next grade cause her old man moves a lot and she was in the right class but in the wrong district. So they gave her a pass, but she could finish her day here as a ‘credit’ if she attends this next school year.”

Peter's face drains. “Man I gotta wait the whole…”

“She lives three blocks away.” Harry interjects.

Blood flows through his veins again.

“Wow…” Peter exclaims and looks at Harry, "...what DOESN’T Sally Avril know…”

“UH! PEACE OUT DUDE!” Harry exclaims, hurrying away from him like zebra running away from a lions targeted dinner.

Peter watches Harry race to his seat but suddenly feels the heavy hand of a rather overweight football player grabs him by the shoulder.

"HEY IT’S PUNIE PARKER! WEDGIE TIME!" he yells.

"NO WAAAH AAHHH!!!" yells Peter as Hubie, the massive linebacker grabs Peter by the back of his pants and drags him down the hallway.

"STOP IT HUBIE!" yells one of the cheer leaders.

Peter tries to run but Hubie holds on to him tight, dragging him along.

"I'M GLAD YOU FIND ME SO INTERESTING BUT YOU REALLY HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER WAY TO VENT YOUR DYSFUNCTIONAL BEHAVIOR YOU OVERSIZED TWINKIE! WATCH A MOVIE, LEARN FROM THOSE TWILIGHT DUDES AND BITE SOMEONE WHY DONTCHA, DO WHAT YOU LIKE BUT LET ME GO!" Peter yells, but to no avail.

In the middle of the hallway, Peter already sees the majority of the students rallying around them in a closed circle and chanting ‘GO! GO! GO! GO!’ like those Roman citizens in that Gladiator with Russell Crow, right before he was about to kill that guy in the stadium before yelling ‘ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?!’

Looking up at Hubie, Peter so wanted to be Russell Crowe right now OR at least have a sword.

As the overwhelming shame and embarrassment colors Peter’s face increasingly reddening face, a voice out the crowd shouts pierces through the crowd.

"HUBIE I SAID STOP IT THIS INSTANT!" shouts a livid Gwen Stacy, the blond of the cheer leader who squeezed her way past other riotous kids and stands before Hubie like Daniel in front of Goliath….who ate donuts and totally let himself go weight-wise.

Hube shakes his head, making his chubby cheeks jiggle.

“Nah blondie, Puny Parkerz gots its comin’.” Hubie says and pulls Parker straight up and beings pulling up Peter’s underwear waistband!

“HUBIEEEEEEEE!!” Peter shouts.

“GO GO GO GO!" goes the harmonious yell of the students.

Hubie smiles as Peter closes his eyes tight in pain as Gwen covers her mouth.

"One abominable wedgie comin' up!" he says.

“HUBIE ENOUGH!!!” shouts a thunderous voice.

Peter’s desperate eyes snap to his brother standing in the middle of the hallway next to Flash Thompson.

“PUT.HIM.DOWN!" Eddie snaps.

Hubie, looks at him confused, "B-but it's the shrimp." he says letting Peter go.

"Finally! You jerk." says Gwen kicking Hubie in the shin, making him howl in pain and hop up and down holding his leg.

Embarrassed but grateful, looks to Eddie glaring at Hubie.

"Thanks bro I owe ya one.” Peter mumbles, quickly gathering his books on the floor.

Eddie looks at everyone as Peter gets his stuff., "YO! Everyone listen’up..." he shouts, briefly glancing at Maryjane in the crowd before turning his attention back to everyone, “…this kid here…” pointing to Peter.

Peter looks at him suspiciously since he said the word 'kid' which only denotes something bad is about to happen.

"He's my brother and nobody touches him, especially before we go on the last school trip of the year, unless you wanna make it memorable…so if you do, no one touches my brother…BUT ME!”

Suddenly Eddie grabs Peter underwear waistband and yanks it has high as it can go, snapping it and pulls it over Peter’ head, giving him an Abominable wedgie as Peter screams at the top of his lungs.

"AND ONLY I GIVE THE WEDGIES! WOOO HOOO! CONSTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR WOOO!!" he yells

“EEEEEEEEDDDIEEEEEEEE!!!” Peter shouts.

“ED-EEE ED-EEE!” Hubie chants as everyone roars with laughter as Eddie holds his brother up while pumping his fist in the air.

Stunned, Gwen holds her mouth closed in shock.

Standing before everyone, Eddie throws a groaning Peter to the floor and folds his arms, smiling at everyone, “NOW EVERYONE READY FOR THE LAST TRIP OF THE YEAR?”

“EVERYONE IS READY!” shouts a voice.

Eddie’s face turns pale as he looks behind him at Principal Elfman standing behind him with his arm folded and shifting his very bushy mustache.

“Everyone but you Mister Parker.”

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A few hours later…

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Embarrassed, shamed, and moved to tears, Peter Parker sits in the back of the school bus. With hood of his brick red hoodie pulled over his flush red face, Peter leans his head on the window, staring out at the school as children get out early for lunch. Clutching the Intern Invitation letter in his hand, Peter's brown eyes shift to it. Biting his lip and clenching his jaw, Peter simply throws it to the floor before pulling out his ipod and stuffs his white headphones in his ears, ready to tune out the world.

Frustrated and loss for words, Peter looks at Harry as he slides into the seat next to him and gently shoves him.

"Dude." Harry exclaims, pointing to Eddie through the window, exiting the school with the other Football players.

Peter’s face turns red once more, not saying a word as his eyes well up with tears.

Harry looks at Peter look down to his feet and pats him on the back, "Sorry dude." he mumbles.

Peter glances at Eddie surrounded by an entourage of football teammates as Hubie clearly is relating to the other cheerleaders what Eddie did. Eddie puts his arm around Gwen but she pushes him off. Peter watches with interest as Gwen points at Eddie, shoving him back and points at the bus, causing everyone to look at Peter. Shaking his head, Eddie reaches for Gwen but she pulls her hands away and throws her glittery green ‘pom poms’ to the ground, storming away.

Everyone roars into laughter as Eddie calls her but to no avail.Trying to look away, Peter catches sight of Eddie glance at Peter in the school bus with the other students, just staring at him.

As if the moments passed for but a moment, Peter disengages his look and turns away. Gulping, Eddie quickly turns away, feeling guilty, but erupts into laughter as Flash and Hubie throw their arms around him as more students follow behind him.

“Hey, drop something Tiger?”

Peter and Harry look up quickly to see Maryjane standing over them, brushing aside her hair as she holds a crumbled up piece of paper out to Peter.

Harry’s brown eyes open wider than Hippos mouth and starts tugging forcefully on Peter's arm, "AWWhawwhaww DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!"

"Get off me!" Peter grumbles, batting Harry off his arm but then notices Maryjane standing before them.

“Oh crap.”

Chuckling, Maryjane smiles at Peter, “You’re funny.”

Harry smiles and crosses his, "Hey! You know I taught him everything he knows?"

Maryjane rolls her eyes, “Right hotshot.” She retorts, sliding into the seats in front of them and sits on her knees, facing them from the rear seat, “You drop this tiger.”

Peter looks at that crumbled paper, “No. That was for someone…worth having it.”

“DUDE you’re KILLING IT for us!” Harry loudly whispers in Peter’s ear.

Maryjane looks at Peter push Harry back and turn aside to stare out the window.

“He’s uh…” Harry gulps nervously, “…not in the mood I guess.”

“Hmm…” Maryjane huffs, thinking for a moment before reaching in her pocket and pulling out a piece of paper as well. Seeing Maryjane not turning aside or saying anything, Peter watches her from the corner of his eye unfold both pieces of paper and hold them out.

“’OSCORP Summer Intern Invites…” she reads from the both papers, lifting eyes to Peter with a smile, “…for Outstanding Gifted Children’. Not everyone got this you know.”

“You got invited too?” Peter says, turning back to her in keen interest.

“Yeah…” Maryjane says, “…I uh, not super-smart so we’ll see if they take me since I know one other person here got an invite but regardless, it’s a special thing to get, you shouldn’t just throw it away, especially because of those jerk faces.”

“There’s only one jerk face out there.” Peter says, nodding to Eddie outside, “My brother.”

MJ nods and looks at the Paper and looks down at the Invitation, “Well…” she says, not knowing what to say, “…you could sob and be sad cause of those jerks or, take this….”

Peter looks up at Mj smiling at him as she wags the invite in his face.

“…and show them and me just how truly outstanding you are?, So what’d ya say Tiger?”

Her warm smile and positive demeanor make Peter smirk as he take the paper and smooth it out, ”I guess, what’s your name?”

“Maryjane, but YOU can call me MJ.”

“I’m Peter.”

“AN I’m HARRY!”

“Well nice to meet you too Harry. “ MJ smiles as Harry sits back and folds his arms proudly. Looking at Peter, MJ puts her finger to her cheek and thinks for a moment, “Yeah well Tiger. It’s a bit of ride to OSCORP so uh, wake me when we get there okay?” She smiles, hopping back down to her seat.

"ALRIGHT SETTLE DOWN EVERYONE..." yells The Teacher.

As MJ slides back down to her seat, Harry turns to Peter who covers his mouth in shock as Peter pumps his arm in the air as Harry shakes him excitedly.

TO BE CONTINUED...