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Year 2015, Age: 17
"Ha"
A 17 years old girl shots up from her bed, she's soaked in sweat and her hearts racing a little more then it normally would.
"Are you are ok, Pyrrha? Should I call for Mr. Stark?"
The girl startles a little at the masculine mechanical voice for a moment before visibly calming down as she remembered where she was, she runs a hand through her short soaked covered hair.
"I'm ok, J. Just a little hot in here, and leave dad to his sleep"
The girl, Pyrrha visibly more calmed and collected called out once more as she arose from her bed.
"He is sleeping, right J?"
"I'm afraid Mr. Stark is not, He's in the lab"
Pyrrha, who was in the process of removing her wet shirt stopped and sighed exasperatedly, before removing her boxers and walking to the bathroom to take a nice, cool shower.
"Notify Dad, I'll be down in 15 to help"
Pyrrha said as she closed the door behind her, once inside she heads to a glass shower door, gently grabbing the handle and using her free hand to start and set the shower.
After a minute of waiting she hops in, she welcomes the lukewarm water on her bare skin and hair, before reflecting on her reincarnation so far.
'Man, even with 17 years having passed since her rebirth into a Marvel world and as a gender-bent Peter Parker'
Pyrrha gently runs a hand through her hair as she stands under the water, her mind drifting a little as she reflects on this life.
'Still can't believe I didn't get the Aunt May and Uncle Ben experience, these fanfics lied. Not all Aunt May's and Uncle Ben's are so nice and benevolent as there made out to be'
Her thoughts, taking a colder turn as she remembered her parents in this life dying when she was 4, she had gotten her memory's a year prior but didn't know or care when they would died.
She naïvely thought it wouldn't really matter, as she would have had a Aunt May and Uncle Ben to rely on till turning 16.
She still remembered that rainy night at there home, her parents dropped her off a couple days earlier for a business trip.
She had met the gentle and kind, Aunt May and Uncle Ben a couple of times and even stayed with them twice, but reality will often times remind us why it's called reality and not some fantasy make believe.
This world seemed to differ a little from the movies and what little she knew of the comics in her last life, in this AU Marvel world Aunt May and Uncle Ben we're expecting their first child.
They had shared the joyous news weeks prior at a little get together, but that news had also sealed a young Pyrrha to her fate.
She had remembered as they set her down and nicely told her she wasn't welcomed and was to be placed in a orphanage, a social worker standing outside the front door waiting.
One of the biggest and what she felt most overlooked reasons Peter Parker was adopted by them, other than how kind they were, was there inability to have their own children.
At just the ripe old age of 4, she was orphaned and abandoned, being a reincarnated didn't lesson the slight sting of betrayal.
She remembered the first couple of months, how they did call and check in, but overtime the calls slowly stopped. After the birth of their first child, "Sigh"she never did got back in touch with them.
Pyrrha, a name and gender so foreign to who she used to be, had to adapt and embrace who she was and is, in order to survive this World.
The years would come and go. Easy and interesting, her new and enhanced Iq lead to her being the odd one out, not that she cared as she was mentally older.
She did attend Midtown School of Science and Technology for a year(2012) at the insistence of her father to get out of the lab and socialize, yet spider fate seemed to truly hate Pyrrha.
The science teacher had gotten the school to authorize a field trip to Oscorp and that day, not even 11 minutes off the bus.
She's bitten by a unique looking spider on the back of her neck, minutes later she's feeling worse than that time Tony had the brilliant idea to be a chef and tried to cook them something to eat.
Pyrrha still remembers the look he had as he-
"Pyrrha are you ok in there? It's been approximately 15 minutes"
"I'm ok J, just stuck in my head, momentarily skimming over the past"
She call's out as her hand turns the shower off,
drying herself off as she leave the bathroom, she calls out once more.
"Is dad still at it?"
"Yes… he.. appears to be messing with your Web Shooters?"
"Fu€k, ok give me a -OUCH- minute! Can't have a repeat of last time he thought of some brilliant idea"
Saying so as she throws the tow aside and grabs a random pair of clothes before running out of the room at a inhuman speed.
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"I Was Caught "
"In The Middle Of A Railroad Track(Thunder)"
"I Looked 'Round"
"And I Knew-
"Jarvis kill the music!!"
Pyrrha ordered and in an instant the blaring music ceased.
Descending the stairs she stops and opens the labs glass door, she walks in to see a man sitting at a work bench, walking closer she sees him messing with her web shooters.
"Dad, we talked about this.. You don't tinker with my Weaver suit and I don't add a cool and totally working ray-gun to the Iron Man suit !"
Pyrrha stated theatrically as she looked over his shoulder, she kind of find it funny.
"That's not how that works, Pops"
She added playfully to try and get on his nerves a little, her hand stealthily reaching under his arm to grab at it.
"I know that, I was there for all the failed attempts, remember?"
He said, humor evident in his voice as he playfully smacks the hand away.
"Rrr… it was only 4 time and you're never going to let me live it down, Are you?"
The exasperation crystal clear in her voice as she leaned against his wheelchair, ignoring what some would call physical abuse.
"So what are you doing to webys?"
"Just trying to make them better"
"But why? They're fine as is with all of my calibrations and modifications, plus I have organic webs"
"I just get worried is all and they could be so much better-
And just like that, they spent hours bantering and going over how to make her web shooters better, until Jarvis shut off the power to the lights, reluctantly they had to get something to eat for breakfast.
Just another Monday in the Stark House
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