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So I have two stories that I have a clear(-ish) idea of what the plot is, and a few side stories that I've thought about putting effort into writing, but I've decided that I'm too lazy to actually try. :) Credit goes to Marvel Studios and Once Upon a Time producers for giving me all this inspiration!

 

Each story will have a color. My two stories are Lost Girl and Independence. If you want small paragraphs to go with them like the back and/or inside of a book cover would have, just request for it. I'm not gonna write it all out if nobody wants to read it though. XD

 

 

Also, I'm not very active and I'll try to write as much as I can/feel like it, but school is in 28 days (I'm counting down the days XD) and I also have a social life outside of the internet, so I'm probably not going to be here everyday.

 

And for those of you who may recognize me from other roleplays, I'd like to announce that I'm quitting all the roleplays I'm currently in (if I haven't already been kicked out of them) because I'm never active enough to keep up with them. They are fun though. :)

 

First chapter(s) ("chapters" here might be shorter than a real chapter in a book would be) coming soon. :)

 

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I can't wait to read them!

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I'm finally posting! I was going to post a chapter the day this topic went up, but I wasn't happy with what I came up with. :/ So I'm trying again today! I'm going to start with Lost Girl.

 

NOTE: I might go back and forth between stories though, so pay attention to the color of the text and the title above the chapter.

 

Also, I forgot to mention this earlier, THESE ARE BOTH STORIES THAT I THOUGHT OF WITH LIGHT INSPIRATION FROM OTHER STORIES. Think of these as the new Spider-man: Homecoming movie. Spider-man was an original idea that is part of a larger idea. That type of thing. So pleeeeeaase don't tell me that I stole these ideas, because I haven't seen anyone else do something like this, plus obviously don't steal my ideas. I take pride in most of my work. :)

 

 

 

Lost Girl by wolflynx460

 

   Olivia's alarm loudly sounded, despite her attempts the night before to turn the volume down on it. She grumbled, slapping her phone and turning the alarm off. After a few minutes of procrastinating getting up, she finally sat up and threw off her covers. After slipping her slippers on, Olivia dragged her feet to her closet, looking through the many outfits she had. Most were very medieval and princess-like, which was fitting for her current position, but her best friend, Robin, had managed to slip her some modern clothes so she could feel normal. The only problem was that she was rarely ever allowed to wear those clothes, considering the fact that her parents didn't even know she had them. So, Olivia only wore the crop tops, denim shorts, and trendy Adidas when her parents weren't around.

 

   Olivia changed out of her pajamas, slipping on a comfy and modest sweater, plus a pair of leggings and some colorful fuzzy socks. She walked back to her bed, making it and returning it to its more clean-looking state. Reaching under her bed, she grabbed a large box and put it onto a table she had in her room. With a key, she unlocked the box and opened it. Inside the box, there was a book, a wand, and a few random objects. Olivia sat down and opened the book, checking the time. She had woken up an hour earlier than she was scheduled to so she could practice her own spells, instead of the cute little magic tricks Regina had her doing.

 

   With a small, mischievous smile, Olivia carefully picked up the wand. As far as she was told, she "wasn't ready" to use the wand that had been passed down to her. Common sense told Olivia that it shouldn't have been passed to her so soon if nobody wanted her to use it, but it was obvious that common sense never reached anyone in this kingdom.

 

   The books pages were flipped furiously for a few minutes as Olivia searched for a spell that was simple, yet challenging for her level, that required the wand. She stumbled across a light spell. "Hm," Olivia shrugged. "Looks easy..." She murmured, reading the spell. She stood up, holding the book in one hand and the wand in the other. It was still pretty dark out, it being winter. She took a deep breath and prepared to cast the spell. "During the night, let out the light." Olivia said, waving the wand. Gradually, light brightened her room as if it were noon. Feeling satisfied, she looked for a way to reverse it, until there was a knock on her door.

 

 

   "Dang it!" Olivia whispered to herself. "Princess?" A man's voice asked behind the thick door. "Are you alright?" Olivia scurried to put everything away... until she realized that the light was still beaming from her wand and it was visible through the box. There was nothing she could do. She had to hide the box. Olivia picked the box up and shoved it under her bed. She pulled the covers to that side, covering the light from under her bed, then jumped into her bed. More knocking. "Princess Olivia??" The guard kept asking. She shoved herself under the covers and hid the phone she wasn't supposed to have. "I'm okay!" Olivia replied. "May I come in?" The guard asked. "Uhhhh.... y-yeah sure!" Olivia stuttered, hiding the clothes she was wearing.

 

   The guard came in, looking at her strangely and suspiciously, before closing the door behind him and standing straight. "Princess Olivia, I have been ordered to inform you that you will be attending an announcement for the kingdom today," the guard said. Olivia's eyes widened. "Really?" She asked in disbelief. "Yes," the guard replied. "Zelena will be coming in in about two hours to do your hair, makeup, dress you, and give you more details." "Okay, thank you," Olivia smiled. The guard nodded and left her room.

 

   Olivia held in a scream of excitement, bursting out of her bed and remaking it. She then ran to the box, opened it, and reversed the light spell she had cast before the guard came in. With two claps, the lamps around her room turned on, and Olivia hid the box under her bed again. She couldn't believe it. After so many years of begging and longing to be able to leave the castle, she was finally going to actually go outside the castle, see her subjects' faces, and be able to see her kingdom. The last time Olivia had left the castle was as a baby, when she was first born. Ever since then, her curiousity and longing for adventure has grown. Now a teenager, Olivia felt even more so that she should be given the right to see her kingdom from outside of her room. After all, she was the future queen.

 

...

 

   Two hours later, there was a knock on her door. Long, but with a pattern, and one that Olivia recognized. Zelena must be here. She opened the door to Zelena and her daughter, Robin, her best friend, whom she hadn't seen in a while due to being busy with "classes" and meetings. "Robin!" Olivia yelled. "Olivia!" Robin nearly screamed. The two shared a long hug before Zelena smiled. Olivia barely ever got to see Zelena, either. Her parents said we just didn't have corresponding schedules, but Olivia knew that it was because of Zelena's checkered past. "Hi Zelena!" Olivia said. "How are you?" With a smile, Zelena replied, "Very well, thank you, Olivia. And you?" "Great!" Olivia smiled. As Zelena closed the door and started setting up the makeup and things, Robin grabbed Olivia's hands and pulled her to sit down on the bed.

 

   "Are you excited to finally see the kingdom?" Robin asked. Robin had very different rules than Olivia, and whenever she wasn't with her she was either with her mother or Belle or out in the kingdom, buying various art supplies, clothing scraps, and books. Robin was creative, and magical of course, but she wasn't as interested in magic as her mother was. She wasn't great at reading, but her mother taught her. Sometimes even Olivia would teach her. But Robin was refused an education, due to her mother's actions, much to Regina's horror.

 

   "Definetely," Olivia said. "I'll finally be able to breath real air," she joked. The two girls laughed. "Oh, you haven't breathed real air until you leave Storybrooke," Robin said. She had recently gone to New York with Zelena for a short trip, seeing a few fashion shows and hitting multiple stores. "Oh, what's it like?" Olivia asked in awe. "I've already told you a million times!" Robin chuckled. "I know, I just... Man, I just really wanna leave this place and see the world..."

 

   Zelena cut her off and grabbed Olivia, pulling her to her feet and handing her a dress and multiple other garments. "Put those on," Zelena ordered, yet gently. Then she laughed, "And if you think your parents will ever let you leave Storybrooke, girl, you are mad." Olivia pouted as she tried on the dress. "Maybe Henry can convince mum and dad to let him take me! He's been so many times! And we could stay in his dad's old apartment." Zelena turned as Olivia finished putting the dress on and smiled. "Oh darling you look beautiful! Just beautiful!" She tightened the dress around the waist, making the dress poofier and restricting Olivia's ability to breath.

 

   "Dear," she said as she continued tightening the dress. "I know you want to see the outside world, but it's dangerous. You don't have any magic there, and especially in New York, everyone is so harsh." Olivia glared at Zelena over her shoulder. "Don't lie to me, I know my parents are telling people to say that to me whenever I mention the outside world," she replied sternly. Zelena sighed and turned Olivia around, inspecting the dress. "You want the truth?" Zelena asked. Olivia nodded. "The outside world is a wonderful place, and you would have to be very isolated to not want to eventually go there. But Olivia, your parents will never willingly let you leave this kingdom. They happen to have some horrible experiences in their lives that make them think that you're better off here." Zelena stepped back after a few minor adjustments and handed Olivia the shoes. "But you know what I think?" "What?" Olivia asked.

 

   She was now focusing intently on Zelena's words. After Olivia put on the shoes and stood up, trying to get used to them, Zelena grabbed Olivia's hands to steady her and grab her attention. Olivia looked up into Zelena's gentle, bright green eyes. Zelena looked at her like a daughter, which was a breath of fresh air for Olivia, who got nothing but lectures from her own mother. Zelena's gaze was serious, yet thoughtful. Olivia always had admired Zelena. Everyone hated her, yet to a few people, including Robin and Olivia, she gave the best advice, and on a less important note, Olivia always thought about how she was absolutely gorgeous. "You won't know where you belong until you get there."

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's all for now! I'll probably put up more later... Comment some constructive criticism, theories, etc! Hope you guys like it so far!

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@amazingdawn82 Thanks!

 

@cobrapanther473 Haha, thanks but I'm sure your stories are just as good!

 

 

New chapter coming up, it should be up within a few hours.

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Lost Girl by wolflynx460

 

  An hour and a half later, after Zelena had finally picked Olivia's outfit and finished her hair and makeup, Zelena sighed, looking at Olivia. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Princess," she said. By the tone in Zelena's voice, she was not only very proud of Olivia, but obviously very proud of her work. And Olivia was in awe, herself. "Zelena..." Olivia stammered, unable to obtain the words she wanted to say. "This dress is amazing, and I can't - actually, I can - believe that you turned my ugly hair and face into something so..." "Beautiful??" Zelena cut her off. "I was going to say attractive, but..." The girls and Zelena all laughed.

 

   There was a knock on the door and a man asked, "May I come in?" Olivia immediately turned. "Yes, of course!" She said. A boy in his twenties walked in, and he looked at Olivia, almost tearing up. Olivia smiled nervously, asking, "Do you like it?" The man smiled, wiping away a tear, and laughed, "Olivia, you're not supposed to be growing up so fast, you're my little sister for god's sake. I'm gonna have to be your personal bodyguard so I can shoo off all of the boys!" Olivia laughed nervously.

 

   Zelena clapped twice, "Alright, Princess Olivia! It's almost time. Let me fill you in on all the details as we make our way to the castle entrance." Zelena led the way out of the room, with Olivia following close behind, then Robin and Henry. Olivia walked side by side with Zelena. "The announcement is for Prince Henry and Violet's engagement," Zelena said. Olivia smiled, thinking about the day her big brother had asked Violet to marry him. He was so nervous that she would say no, but why would she say no to The Author? And of course, (arguably) the most handsome man in the kingdom.

 

   "It's also to announce that since Roland's disappearance, you are in need of a husband to arrange a marraige with for when you come of age," Zelena said. Olivia frowned a little, looking behind her to see Robin's discouraged face. Robin and Roland were stepsiblings, yet so close, and when Roland had suddenly disappeared, Robin was heartbroken and she changed. She then looked at Henry, her own stepbrother. They were so many years apart, yet Olivia felt like she couldn't live without him.

 

   They finally reached the castle's main doors, where Olivia's grandparents, parents, Regina, and a few other royals awaited. Her grandfather came up to her smiling, and grabbed her shoulders. Olivia smiled, "Good afternoon, grandpa." "Good afternoon, Olivia. Are you excited?" He asked. "Definetely!" She replied excitedly. Then her parents came over. "Remember how to walk, wave, smile, and do not make any physical contact with them..." Olivia rolled her eyes, immediately catching the attention of her mother.

 

   "Excuse me?" She asked. "You do not roll your eyes when your mother is talking. These are rules that every princess has to follow." "Your mother is right," Olivia's dad stepped in. "It's for your own..." "What, safety?" Olivia asked. "These are my subjects, dad. Last time I checked, you two weren't king and queen." The two adults took a step back, taken by her "rude" attitude. The queen, Olivia's grandmother, stepped in nervously, "Alright, let's all take a deep breath. This is Olivia's first time outside of the castle since she was a newborn. She's waited very patiently for this day. Come on, dear," Snow White grabbed Olivia's hand, pulling her towards the door.

 

   Despite her excitement, Olivia was nervous. What if she wasn't what her subjects expected or wanted? She had to brush away her nerves quickly, though. The guards were standing in front of the king and queen, with all of the royal court behind them, and then Olivia and Robin with a few more guards behind them.

 

   The doors swung open. Olivia's heart pounded. Her grandma was right, this was a day she had been waiting for for her whole life, and it was finally here. She just wished she could be herself in front of her subjects, but it was too late to go back. She was already walking.

 

   And stumbling.

 

   Robin steadied Olivia as she walked. Olivia was not accustomed to high heels, and she was shaking on her long legs, having difficulty walking. Thankfully, it was a short walk to the podium with the two thrones for her grandparents. But the whole way, as soon as she was visible to the people waiting for her to arrive, everyone screamed. Apparently they were all excited to see the king and queen, is what Olivia thought. She shyly kept her head down and kept walking until Robin tapped her. "They're screaming for you, Livvy!" She whispered into Olivia's ear. Surprised, Olivia smiled a big smile and waved eagerly, saying "hello" and "good afternoon" to everyone.

 

   She continued to wave as she stood in her spot on the podium. Immediately, her mother slapped her wrist - and hard - and shook her head. Olivia held her hands at her waist, rubbing the spot that was turning red from her mom's slap.

 

   "Good afternoon, subjects of Storybrooke!" The king boomed, causing another uprising of screaming. Everyone quickly settled down though, as the king waved his hands. "Today, I would like to announce the engagement of my grandson, The Author, Prince Henry, and his fiance, Miss Violet!" The whole kingdom cheered. "It will be a wedding that is open to the public, organized by my daughter, Emma Swan-Jones and Killian Jones..."

 

   Olivia tuned out of her grandfather's speaking, looking around the kingdom at her subjects. They weren't as well dressed as she imagined. In fact, some looked like they hadn't slept or eaten in days. The buildings she could see through the open gate at the other end of the royal courtyard looked old and beat-down. As happy as the people seemed, there was a sense of desperation flowing through the kingdom.

 

   That's when she caught the eyes of a teenager about her age. He had been looking at her, and when their eyes met he smiled. Olivia suddenly felt a wave of emotion over her and blushed. He was quite handsome, she had to admit. Then he mouthed something. Olivia couldn't understand and tilted her head. "What?" She mouthed. "I believe," he mouthed again. He mouthed those words three times. She was about to ask what that meant, when she her grandfather's voice caught her attention again. She looked over at the king, then glanced at the boy again. He smiled and winked, as if he liked her or something. "Did that guy just wink at you?" Robin whispered almost inaudibly to Olivia. "I think so," Olivia said, still blushing. Robin looked at Olivia and smiled. "Henry was right when he said he would have to become your personal bodyguard against guys."

 

   Olivia held back a laugh, but she smiled as her grandfather continued with the next announcement. "Finally, Emma and Killian's daughter, Princess Olivia, is in need of a husband, since Prince Roland's sudden disappearance a year and a half ago. He is now presumed dead, but if he were to return, he would at least receive a well-deserved spot in the royal court." Olivia could almost feel the boy staring at her. She looked again to see him smiling, looking at her again from head to toe, in awe of her appearance. He caught Olivia looking and immediately looked down at his feet, obviously embarrassed. She giggled very softly, catching the attention of her mother again, who glared at her. If looks could kill, I would have been dead years ago, Olivia thought to herself.

 

   The announcements ended and again, she and Robin were the last ones to leave. Olivia couldn't help but look back at the boy, who again mouthed "I believe" three times and winked, causing her to smile again. As the doors closed behind her, she realized that she had developed feelings for someone she didn't even know. She tried to shake them off. The king and queen walked away with most of the royal court, but Olivia was held up by her mother and father.

 

   "Another rule, no giggling while the king is talking!" Emma almost yelled. She was furious for something that nobody but her noticed. "I apologize..." Olivia muttered. "You apologize? You could have compromised your whole reputation, for laughing at what?" After a few seconds, Olivia asked, "Oh, you're asking me what I laughed about?" Her mother nodded expectantly, crossing her arms. "Uhh..." "I almost fell!" Robin blurted out. "I almost fell," She said again, more calmly. "I'm truly, deeply sorry. I'm just not so used to these shoes yet. It will not happen again, Miss Emma." Robin bowed. Emma scoffed. "Go to your room, Olivia. You have a few hours to yourself before dinner," Olivia's dad said, grabbing his wife's arm and whisking her in the direction of where the king and queen had gone.

 

   As Robin and Olivia walked to Olivia's room, Olivia whispered, "Why did you do that?" Robin smiled, "That boy is in love with you, and you're in love with him, obviously. You don't want your parents to know that, otherwise there will be less of a chance that you'll be arranged to marry him." Olivia cocked her head. "I know it doesn't make sense, but that's how things work in this messed up kingdom." The girls laughed.

 

   Zelena was already in Olivia's room by the time they got there. "I'm guessing you're going to want help getting all that makeup and clothes off?" She asked. "Yes, please!" Olivia said. She could barely breath in the dress Zelena had chosen, and she was starting to get a headache from how tight her hair was pulled up.

 

   As Zelena wiped the makeup off of Olivia's face, and Robin assisted in taking down the beautiful masterpiece of her hair in braids and buns, Olivia only thought of the boy she had seen. Although she'd never met him before, something about him was oddly familiar.

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So, as I was trying to write this part, I realized that writing in third person is really hard. So from now on, I'm going to write from the characters' point of views. I'm really sorry, please imagine the other two chapters from Olivia's POV. At the top of each chapter, there will be a name and that is the POV of the chapter.

 

Lost Girl by wolflynx460 ~ Robin

 

   During Olivia's free time after my mom had left, Olivia suggested we read a Storybook. "Great idea," I told her. "But not one about Robin Hood tonight, okay? It's just, all that talking about Roland..." Olivia put her hands on my shoulders. "You don't have to explain," she said, smiling gently. I smiled back. "Let's go to the library and see what Belle has," I suggested.

 

   We walked downstairs to the library, opening the double doors to a beautifully decorated library. Belle always made sure the room was spotless, and that it looked marvelous twenty four seven. Maps decorated the walls, chandeliers were lit above them, and a thin, shimmering layer of gold was on practically everything. I turned at the sound of Belle's voice, "Hello, girls!" She said excitedly. "Come to read more about your father?" She asked.

 

   "Actually, tonight we wanted to try something different," Olivia said. "Ah, alright! Looking for anything in particular?" I shrugged. "Anything, really..." I began to say. Olivia cut me off, "Someone adventurous!" She said excitedly. Belle chuckled, leading Olivia and I towards a section in the library. "Nearly everyone who is anyone in these books is adventurous," she commented. "But those who aren't adventurous are usually cowards."

 

   "You've read all of these, right?" I asked Belle. She nodded, "Who would I be if I hadn't?" "Who, in your opinion, is the most adventurous?" I asked. She quickly turned. I couldn't see her face, but she seemed slightly nervous. "Umm..." She stammered.

 

   "Peter Pan was quite the adventurer," a voice spoke behind us. There, Rumplestiltskin leaned against the book case, holding a few books. Belle pushed in front of Olivia and I. "I don't think that they're ready..." "Not ready for what, dearie? These two girls hold the future of Storybrook in their hands, since they're our future rulers. They should read all of these books before becoming the most powerful women in the world." Belle hesitated, and Rumple walked past her to Olivia.

 

   "It's completely your choice, you don't have to read about him, but I believe..." Olivia's head snapped up as he said those words. "You what?" She asked. He smiled. "I believe that you'll find Peter's story..." he bowed, holding the books out to her. "...interesting." He said, looking up and revealing a mischievous smile. Olivia's hands slowly moved towards the books, before I pulled her hand away.

 

   "What's your price?" I asked. My mom had taught me a lot, especially about Rumple. He was constantly manipulating people through deals, practically sending them to their doom with each deal. Rumple cocked his head to look at me, shaking his head, "No price," he said. "This one is on the house." He looked back at Olivia. She eagerly took the books. "Thank you, Rumple," she said cheerfully. "Thank you Belle!" She called over her shoulder on our way out.

 

   Back at her room, I looked at the books hesitantly. "I don't trust him," I said. Olivia looked at me. "You sound like my mother!" She laughed. "Rumple's powers are dampened. There's no way he could do anything to us or this book." When she saw that I was still unconvinced, she frowned. "You need to lighten up, Robin," she said. "Rumple's harmless." Olivia's voice echoed in my head as she opened the first book. "Chapter One..."

 

...

 

   After hours of reading, there was a knock on the door and Emma came in. She glared at me. "Robin," she said smoothly. I guess she still wasn't over my excuse from earlier. "Dinner is about to be served. Come, Olivia." As she turned, Olivia chimed, "Can Robin come?" I smiled. I had never been allowed to eat dinner with the royal court before! Emma turned towards us and smiled. "Why, of course! What a wonderful idea," Emma replied less than half-heartedly. "In fact, go invite Zelena as well. I'm sure she doesn't have anything else planned?" She swiftly walked off.

 

   Olivia and I made our way to the room that I shared with my mom. "I don't think your mom likes me," I told Olivia. She looked at me. "Why wouldn't she? You're my best friend." I smiled. Olivia, the princess of Storybrook, calling me her best friend wasn't new, but whenever she called me her best firned I couldn't help but smile uncontrollably. First, it's not everyday that a princess calls you her best friend and means it, and second, I don't have many friends. To be able to call Olivia my best friend fills the emptiness I constantly feel.

 

   I opened the door to see my mom stitching a dress. She turned. "Oh, Robin! Olivia! What a lovely surprise. Are you off to dinner, Olivia?" She asked. "Actually, I was wondering if you and Robin would like to join us tonight," Olivia replied. My mom was obviously surprised. "Me? Really?" She stuttered. "Oh, uh, why of course! Yes! Wonderful, let's go then!" I smiled and she put her arm around me excitedly as we followed Olivia to the dining room. I'd been in here before, but that was when I set the table as a child. I was never allowed to eat in here, nevertheless eat with the royal court.

 

   When we arrived, the royal court was already seated. There were two seats and one seat on opposite sides of the middle of the table open. Regina and Tink sat on either side of the one seat, and Emma and Killian flanked the pair of seats closest to us. "Hi girls! You two can sit here. Zelena, you can sit over there." Zelena looked nervous, walking over to the chair past the king and queen. I sat with Olivia, next to Emma. Emma smiled at me, almost too generously.

 

   The food was served and everyone got their food, then started to eat. I have to admit, this food was ten times better than I had imagined it would be. It was a lot better than the slop my mom had tried to pass as food. The talking was kept to a minimum, although Tinkerbell and Archie were chatterboxes, constantly talking to each other about the smallest things.

 

   Emma wiped her face with a napkin and turned to me. "So, Robin, what are you up to these days?" She asked me. At that moment, I had a roll stuffed in my face. I quickly chewed and swallowed it, almost choking when I tried replying. "Oh, not much! You know, the..." I realized I was talking very casually. This was the royal court! I had to step up my game a bit. I cleared my throat. "Outside of my studies, I've been taking a large interest in art. I've been designing clothing, sketching, painting... doing a lot of non-school-related art projects. It's very relaxing."

 

   "So, you're not studying magic?" Killian asked. I gulped. "Uh, well, part of my study plan is an hour of magic lessons five days a week, but outside of that, no. I don't really focus much on magic," I said. I could see my mother starting to lift her head from eating very slowly, sharing a glance with me. "That's interesting, considering your family's background," he commented. "Or, well, your mother's side." I started to feel uncomfortable and took a drink of water.

 

   "Zelena, I would have expected you to get Robin on a path for a magic career, since you were always so involved in magic," Tinkerbell added. "Yes, me too. You know, considering your past?" Violet said. "You've always relied on magic so heavily in your life, I just figured you would have raised Robin to rely on it, too." My mom started to raise her head more. "Well, I respect my daughter's wishes..." She began.

 

   "But wouldn't you want her to follow in your footsteps?" Emma asked. Olivia and Henry shared a nervous glance. "I don't think this is really an important topic for the dinner table, right?" He asked, chuckling to lighten the mood. Regina looked as Killian, "Robin's father's side of the family was involved with some magic, I believe." Killian glared back. "Maybe, but not as much as Zelena's side." "You mean, my side as well, right?" Regina asked. Things were getting hostile, and fast.

 

   Archie spoke up, "I don't think we really need to be comparing each side of their family, a family is a family and that's that." Olivia nodded. "Archie's right! We shouldn't feel the need to compare Robin's mother and father's pasts," she said. "I'm just having trouble understanding," Emma said. "Why don't you want to learn more about magic?" She asked me.

 

   "I, uh.." I stammered. "Well, I just don't want to end up like..." I stopped mid-sentence. My mom was looking at me. I could see tears forming in her eyes. Olivia stood up. "I think I'm full, how about you, Robin? We have a lot of studying to do... And Zelena, I do need to check in with you on the dresses. We must make sure they fit, right?" Olivia asked. My mom and I stood up simultaneously. "May we be excused?" Olivia asked politely, but firmly.

 

   Emma grabbed me and pulled me down. "This conversation isn't over," she said. "Sit down, Olivia Swan-Jones!" She ordered. Oliva grabbed me and pulled me away. "No, this conversation is over, and it should have never been started," she argued. Snow White finally stood, after minutes of not saying a word, "You're excused, ladies. Go on." Emma stood, completely outraged. "I think we..."

 

   "I think we need to go over better topics at dinner! Especially when our lovely Zelena and her beautiful daughter, Robin, join us," Snow said. "They don't have dinner with us often, so we should take advantage of this time together in a positive way." Olivia whisked my mom and I away, out of the dining room, and tears were in all of our eyes. This dinner was obviously not supposed to be friendly.

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Okay so I'm gonna start writing Independence because I feel like I messed up Lost Girl so I might take a break from that one so I can kind of rewrite it... But here's the other one!

 

Independence by wolflynx460

 

  "Goodnight, honey," my mom said, kissing me on the forehead. My dad came over and did the same, smiling and also giving me a gentle pat on the head. They closed the door and I rolled over, smiling. My life couldn't get any better. I had two parents who loved me more than anything in the world, an awesome neighborhood full of kids my age who I got along with well, and a beautiful house. Little did I know that that night would change everything.

 

   It started with the low hum of an engine outside my window. I figured somebody was just passing through the neighborhood, so I didn't bother to look outside. Until I heard a crash. Broken glass, across the street. Then everywhere, windows breaking. I sat up in my bed, looking at my own window, hiding under the blankets, terrified. The window shattered, and a man wearing all black swung in. He approached me.

 

   "Mommy! Daddy!" I screamed as he grabbed me, covering my mouth. He dragged me to the window, and I looked down two stories to see kids being dragged from their houses, up and down the neighborhood. Kids were screaming and being shoved into vans. Parents were being pushed back by men who looked just like the one that had just grabbed me. The door to my bedroom swung open, and I saw my parents screeching, running towards me, as we plummetted.

 

   The man was attached to a cable, so we landed safely on the ground. He quickly unhooked himself and ran to the van, handing me to another man. I was shoved into the van, and a third man tied a cloth around my mouth. He tied me up, and the door started closing. The last thing I saw was my parents, running out of the house in their pajamas, before I was knocked out.

 

...

 

   I woke up tied to a pole. My eyes fluttered and I groaned. I had bruises on my abdomen from where the men had been grabbing me. A few other kids were tied up with me. They all looked terrified and were mumbling through the cloth tied around their mouths. I looked up, where the light was coming from. There was a slanted table, with all sorts of weird technology attached to it. There were computers surrounding it. It looked like a mini laboratory, which apparently was under a budget, because it definitely wasn't as high tech as the laboratories at my parents' work.

 

   "Test subject 03 was a failure," a man with some sort of thick accent said. I could barely understand him. "Bring up the next one," he ordered. Two men walked over to us and untied the boy beside me, who I recognized as Michael. He usually wore glasses, but since he was probably kidnapped like me, he didn't exactly have time to get them. As Michael was brought to the table, a girl was being dragged away into the darkness. She was motionless. My heart started to beat even faster.

 

   Michael was hooked up to a bunch of tubes and weird tech things. I could see him shaking with fear. A strange liquid was injected into him, and he started screaming. I couldn't bear seeing one of my friends being used as some lab experiment. The screaming and tests went on for several minutes. Finally it was over, and Michael looked limp. Tears were forming in my eyes. These horrible people were killing off kids! They unlatched him and two men dragged him to the same place the girl was taken.

 

   "Subject 04 was also a failure," the same man said. I started to recognize the accent as German. The man sounded frustrated at this point. "Bring the next child!" He ordered, his tone getting angrier and angrier. I realized, as two men approached us again, that was next. I was untied from the pole and taken towards the table. I tried to resist, but only being four at the time, I couldn't do much but be a nuisance. I was practically thrown onto the table and tied down. The cloth was taken off of my mouth.

 

   "What are you doing to us?" I asked. "Why are you killing kids?" The man with the German accent turned around. He wore small, round glasses, and a long lab coat with gloves and a mask. He pulled the mask down to speak.

 

   "I'm guessing this is her," he asked the men in the black.

 

   "According to the leaked information, she was living in the same house as him and his rumored wife. There's no way that they're not related," one of the men replied.

 

   "Interesting," the scientist said. He came up to me and cocked his head. "Do you know who your daddy is?" He asked. I stared him down. Even though I was four, my parents told me how to resist people. The scientist narrowed his eyes. "She's not a talker, just like him," he said to the men surrounding us. The scientist hooked me up to the same type of stuff Michael had been connected to. "Well, just remember, that the reason that you are here is because of your daddy. He has done a lot of stuff to us, and now he has to pay the price... with his precious daughter."

 

   With those words, the scientist pressed a button and I was injected with the same bluish-purple liquid as Michael was. It made me feel like my insides were burning, like my muscles were tightening. I started to scream in pain. I knew these would be my last seconds alive. Suddenly, light flooded into the large room, and men with guns and weapons came in. "Drop your weapons! Hands up!" They ordered.

 

   A man in a patriotic suit ran up to me, pushing the men in black and scientist to the side. He looked around frantically for something to stop the process, but it was too late. The liquid had already been injected into me, except I wasn't dead. In fact, I felt exhilirated. He looked up at me as the test finished. He unhooked me from the tech and untied me from the table, grabbing my weak body and walking me outside. He pulled off his mask.

 

   "Are you okay?" He asked.

 

   I smiled. "I'm fine, daddy! You saved me!" I hugged his neck and he held me for a long time.

 

...

 

   I woke up with a gasp, sitting straight up. I ran my fingers through my hair and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I was still in shock from the dream I'd had that night. The dream had kept reoccuring for quite some time, and it really bothered me. It was terrifying. It influenced me, always making my instincts force me to be constantly looking over my shoulder. Even though I had nothing to worry about.

 

   After getting dressed, I went to the bathroom and washed my face, brushed my hair, and put in my contacts. I walked downstairs, following the delicious smell of waffles to the kitchen.

 

   "Hey, mom," I said, sitting down and grabbing a plate. She placed a waffle on my plate and I took some raspberries, strawberries, butter, and syrup. I started to put together my waffle.

 

   "Hey, honey," she said. "How'd you sleep last night?"

 

   "Fine," I lied. "I'm still tired though."

 

   She chuckled. "You're fourteen and a teenager, you're always tired," she said. She walked around the counter and gave me a kiss on the head. "Now hurry up and get ready for school. You're going to be late," she said. I smiled and finished my waffles, putting my plate in the sink, then brushed my teeth and grabbed my phone and backpack, which was full of more art supplies then actual school stuff. I sprinted out the door.

 

   "Love you, mom!" I yelled on my way out. I caught the bus just as it was about to leave and climbed on, sitting down and putting my earbuds in as the doors closed.

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I hope you guys are liking these! Please feel free to offer constructive criticism or comment different theories you have as to what you think will happen next!

 

Also, I might end up rewriting Lost Girl because.. well, cause I want to, but I won't change much. Just the perspective and some minor mistakes...

 

And finally, I forgot to mention that the first chapter of Independence that I wrote is from the POV of Kate Carter.

 

 

Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Kate

 

  I stepped off of the bus and was greeted by Tom. "Hey," he said. "How was your weekend?"

 

  I shrugged. "Boring, as usual. Penelope was out of town again," I said.

 

  "You could have come over to my house!" He said. "I wasn't busy. This was the one weekend when I didn't have a bunch of lacrosse games."

 

  "Well, hit me up next time," I told him. We walked into the school together. We pushed through the crowd of people together and finally reached our lockers. "Man, I'm sick of people crowding around the first section of lockers in the hallway," I told Tom as we opened our lockers.

 

  "Me too," he said. "I don't understand what's so special about those lockers, anyways. It's just more freshmen." I sighed.

 

  "Do you keep up with any news?" I aksed him, shutting my locker after dropping off my textbooks.

 

  "No, not really. Why?" He asked.

 

  "That's where the popular kids' lockers are. They're not just any freshmen," I told him as we walked to history.

 

  "They're people, just like us," he told me. I rolled my eyes. Tom was too pure to understand that in high school, there's social standings. We were at the bottom, and those kids are at the top. Simple. "I feel bad for Penelope," he said. "Her locker's over there, too, right?" I nodded. "What's up with you two anyways? You guys barely talk anymore, and Penelope isn't sitting with us at lunch either."

 

  "High school changes people," I said as we walked into Mr. Jefferson's classroom. We took our seats, and a few minutes later, Penelope arrived with Kylie and Betty. She sat next to us.

 

  "Hey guys!" She said. "How are you?" I looked over at her. Was she actually talking to us? For a minute, my heart fluttered. Was she finally done pretending to be someone else to be in the popular group? Did I finally have my best friend back?

 

  "Great!" Tom said. He started to talk about lacrosse and his family.

 

  Kylie came over and grabbed Penelope by the arm, pulling her towards a different desk. "Come on, Penny, we're sitting over here!" Betty picked up Penelope's stuff and dramatically glared at us, flipping her hair as she turned around and strutted to the middle of the classroom. My hand balled up into a fist. Tom put a hand on my shoulder.

 

  "Calm down," Tom told me. I glared at Kylie and Betty, who had whisked Penelope away to a group of football players. Of course, the cheerleaders have to sit with the hot football players, I thought. Penelope looked over at me and waved me over. I shook my head and looked down at my desk, opening my spiral to the homework.

 

   "Alright, class, settle down and take out your homework," Mr Jefferson said. I sighed, glancing over at Penelope. She sat down next to Garrin, a guy I knew she couldn't stand back in middle school. I could see the expression on her face. She still hated him. I smiled. Maybe the Penelope she knew wasn't completely gone after all.

 

...

 

   Before lunch, I opened my locker and put my pre-calculus textbook, spiral, and pencil bag on a shelf. I grabbed my lunch. A note fell out of my locker and I picked it up. I was about to read it when a voice startled me from behind me.

 

   "I still can't believe that you're in pre-calculus," Penelope said behind me. I closed my locker and turned around, smiling. 

 

   "I guess I'm just a little prodigy," I said. "Maybe I'll become an accountant for Stark Industries," we both laughed. "Walk with me to lunch?"

 

   "Yeah!" Penelope said, practically bouncing up and down. She walked side by side with me, just like old times. "What a throwback," she said. "I haven't had lunch with you and Tom in so long. Do you mind if I sit with you guys today?" She asked.

 

   "Not at all," I said smiling. This was the first time in weeks that Penelope had wanted to sit with us. It made me really happy. We got to the cafeteria and we spotted Tom sitting in the corner to the room. We walked over and he looked up.

 

   "Oh hey, Penelope! Are you sitting with us today?" He asked. Penelope nodded and smiled. "The squad's back together!" He said, causing Penelope and I to laugh. It was the best lunch I'd had in weeks, with Penelope there. Tom could tell, too. He was smiling more than usual.

 

   At the end of lunch, Kylie, Betty, and a bunch of other popular kids stopped us from leaving the cafeteria. "Penelope," Kylie said. "Why didn't you sit with us today?" She asked.

 

   Penelope looked at me. "I wanted to sit with Kate and Tom today," she said, putting her arms around us. I looked at Kylie, who rolled her eyes.

 

   "Look, I get that you're new at this whole popular thing, but when you're popular, you sit with us, and only us, not these weirdos," she said. The group behind her laughed. Penelope cocked her head.

 

   "They might be weirdos, but they're my weirdos," she said. "We're weirdos together! Being weird since 2003," she laughed. Tom laughed, but I stayed relatively quiet. Kylie looked at me.

 

   "Someone seems to disagree," Kylie said. She snapped. "Hellooo?? Earth to Kate! Do you ever talk?" She asked. Again, the group behind her laughed.

 

   "I think she's deaf! Better start waving your hands around!!" One of the guys yelled. Another uproar of laughing.

 

   "Hey, that's enough, Kate..." Tom began. Kylie cut him off by pinching her fingers together.

 

   "Zip it," she said, looking at him. "What's your name again? Oh yeah, Tom? Ugh, Kate may practically be mute, but you seem to never shut up. Why can't you listen for like, two seconds?" More laughing. More and more laughing. I nearly flew off the rails, but I had to keep my cool. For Penelope's reputation.

 

   "That's enough, Kylie," Olivia said. "You guys are my friends, but Kate and Tom are my friends, too. As my friend, I would think that you would respect that." Kylie shrugged.

 

   "Populars and geeks don't mix," She said. "Which is why you need to sit with us at lunch, and in class, and pretty much anywhere." There were nods of agreement behind her. Penelope's head dropped. "You don't want to be kicked off of the cheerleading squad, do you?" Kylie asked. Penelope's arms slowly came to her sides.

 

   I stood in front of her. "Kylie, you can't just kick her off the team for having different friends than you," I said. I smirked. "I suppose she even has more friends than you," I said slyly. The group behind her all shouted "Oooh!" and "Roasted!" before Kylie snapped.

 

   "You don't have the right to speak to me, geek, now get out of my face, loser, and shut up. You're supposed to be mute!" She nearly squealed.

 

   I curtsied, feeling extra sassy and annoying. "My pleasure, your highness, I'll get out of your ugly hair," I said. Swiftly I walked through the group of football players and cheerleaders, putting an extra hop in my step and strutting a bit like Betty, flipping my hair. I spun around to walk backwards and winked. Now I was doing a bit extra, but it was fun making fun of them. They deserved this. I spun back around and walked forwards, getting to my locker. I was probably on Kylie's list now.

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Yikes I just realized that I accidentally referred to Penelope as Olivia in this! Olivia was the original name I was going to use for her character but I went with Penelope because it's not as popular of a name. Sorryyyy!

 

And I was going to post the second chapter on Tuesday, but I went on a trip with a bunch of friends and I was too tired to do it when I got home yesterday.

 

 

Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Penelope

 

  I watched in awe as Kate winked and strutted all the way to her locker. Kylie and Betty were getting really mad, and the football players were laughing, clapping, and uncontrollably talking. Tom looked between me and Kylie, then ran after Kate. Kylie turned to me.

 

   "When did you get so lame?" She asked me. I narrowed my eyes.

 

   "I'm not lame," I defended myself. "And neither are they! I think that you guys could actually become pretty good friends..."

 

   Kylie scoffed. "If you think I'm ever going to try to be friends with those two, you don't know me at all!" She said. She walked up to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Look, Penny, as much as I hate to admit it, high school has unspoken rules... Especially about social standings. The cheerleaders are at the top, because they're the trendiest and richest, and the smart people are at the bottom so they can do our homework." I looked at Kylie, surprised that my friends were turning on each other. Then I thought, they were never friends in the first place...

 

...

 

   I walked into my house to be greeted by my dog. "Tilly!" I smiled, picking her up. "Mom, I'm home!" I yelled through the house. She was in the kitchen with her apron on.

 

   "Hi sweetie," she said. "How was school today?" She asked.

 

   "Ugh," I replied. I set Tilly on the floor and poured some food into her bowl, then sat up on a stool at the island. My mom passed me a bowl of fruit, knowing I'd be hungry. As I poured myself a glass of water, she stopped cooking and sighed.

 

   "Tell me about it," she said.

 

   "Well, I love my cheer squad, you know that," I said. My mom nodded. "But, Kylie is starting to act really mean around Kate and Tom. And she's my friend, but so are Kate and Tom, you know? There's so much pressure on me to make some sort of big choice between them, and I don't want to lose my spot on the squad or my best friends, who I've known since Kindergarten! Ugh, I just don't know..."

 

   My mom sat next to me. "Well, it sounds like Kylie is really rude, and she might be trying to separate you, Kate, and Tom. I think she's doing that because she's jealous of the friendship you and Kate have. She probably just wants that same sort of relationship with somebody." She put a hand on my shoulder. "If you ask me, the choice is clear, but it's up to you sweetie. What do you value more, cheer or your friends?"

 

   That night as I lay in bed, my mom's words haunted me. How could I choose between something I love and people I love? That's like choosing between backhandsprings and back tucks! It stayed on my mind as I fell asleep...

 

...

 

   The next day, Kylie came up to me between classes. "So, Penny, coming to practice after school today?" She asked.

 

   I fake smiled and nodded, "You bet. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

 

   "Good," Kylie said. "And by the way, Garrin texted me last night. He was asking about you."

 

   "Me?" I asked. I've hated Garrin since middle school. I wouldn't date him for a thousand dollars, nevertheless for free and suggested by Kylie.

 

   "Yes, you!" She said. "You're super hot and one of the best tumblers and fliers on the squad. Practically every guy at school is crushing on you, especially Garrin. He asked me what type of guys you're into and flowers you like, stuff like that. He's super into you. I think he's gonna ask you out."

 

   "Wow, I'm flattered," I said. "But I don't really like Garrin in that way." More like in any way, I thought silently to myself. 

 

   "Penny..." Kylie began. "Another part of being popular is dating other people who are popular. If you don't say yes to Garrin, you could be jeopardizing your spot on the squad."

 

   "Why does my relationship status have to decide whether or not I'm a cheerleader?" I asked Kylie.

 

   She rolled her eyes. "Because cheerleading is for pop-u-lar people, Pen Pen," she said, emphasizing every syllable of popular. "And who you date boosts your popularity, and if you decide to date someone who isn't popular? Then you're not popular. And then you'll be kicked off the team because you'll be so distracted going to documentaries with a nerd."

 

   I looked down at my feet. Then I saw a pair of shoes, and looked up. It was Garrin, with a rose. "Hey, Penelope," he said. "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out tonight? Like, go to a movie or a restaraunt, anything you want?"

 

   "Uh, umm..." I stammered. I thought I'd have more time to make that big choice.

 

   Kylie made it for me. "She'd love to," Kylie said. "Pick her up at 7?"

 

   Garrin smiled, "Yeah, yeah sure! Awesome! Uh, okay, I'll pick you up at 7!" He smiled even bigger and gave me a hug. I squirmed, trying to escape from his grip, and then he pulled me into a kiss. I tried to push him away, but he held me there for a few seconds. His hands travelled to my cheeks, brushing my face and running through my hair. Finally, he slowly pulled away, putting his hands on my waist. He smiled real big and walked away. I stood there in shock.

 

   Kylie grinned and stood in front of me. "If you thought that was a kiss, wait until tonight," she said.

 

   "How do you know what's going to happen tonight?" I asked her, slightly worried.

 

   "Because, he and I used to date!" She could tell I was worried. "Don't worry, Pen Pen! He really steps it up." She winked and walked away to her first class. I felt somebody watching me and turned around to see Kate and Tom. Kate looked kind of mad and furiously walked to her first class. Tom looked shocked, slowly following her.

 

   "Wait, Tom!" I called after them. "Kate!" I found myself standing there in the empty hallway, shaken up by what Garrin did and Kylie said. My mind was going a million miles an hour. This was not how I wanted it to go, I thought to myself.

 

 

Sorry this isn't very good, I couldn't think of much! And I kind of rushed because I have gymnastics in half an hour... Thanks for all the sweet comments!

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@Nacho She may not be able to see nicknames. I don't know if that was fixed or not.

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Okay so I posted a chapter yesterday but it didn't post :T soooo I'm taking that as an opportunity to fix it. That chapter was also rushed so this one should be better, hopefully.

 

Also, @Nacho sorry I don't come here as often as I used to so I'm not really used to calling people by their nicknames anymore. I'll try to call people by their nicknames.

 

 

Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Tom

 

  I slowly followed Kate. She seemed pretty agitated. Recently I had found out that it was because Penelope was acting totally different around the cheerleaders and football players. I could tell that she just wanted her best friend back. "Kate!" I called after her. She was speeding up towards her first class of the day, English.

 

   I reached out and grabbed her wrist, turning her around. There were tears in her eyes. "What, Tom?" She asked. I almost lost my train of thought. Kate never really showed emotion, but when she cried it broke my heart. It made me want to cry, too.

 

   "This is probably just a phase," I told her, unsure of whether I was reassuring her or myself. "It's like a..." I thought long and hard for something that could make her laugh. "...like an early mid-life crisis," I finally said. She held back a smile. "Come on, I know you, I know you wanna smile," I said. She finally smiled and laughed quietly.

 

   "You know me so well," she said. We looked at each other for a few seconds. I hadn't noticed until then how blue her eyes were, and how there was the slightest bit of green in them. She quickly looked away. "Um..."

 

   I realized I was still holding her wrist. I let go quickly, immediately embarrassed. Kate started walking towards her class again. I decided to walk with her, because I knew that she was still hurting. When we got there, she turned around.

 

   "Thank you, Tom. You only moved here a few months ago, and we've only been friends for a few months but," she looked at me. "I feel like I've known you forever." She smiled. I smiled, too.

 

   "No problem, Kate. I'm always here for you," I said. She pulled some hair out of her face and went into the classroom. I sighed. Kate's the most thoughtful person I've ever met. She deserved to know about me, Penelope, and her family. But I had strict orders. I could not tell her anything, otherwise I would be jeopardizing the mission, Penelope, and Kate's safety. And no matter how much Kate deserved to know everything about her life, I couldn't put her in danger. I would never put her in danger.

 

 

 

Kate ~

 

  After P.E. I was at my locker. I grabbed my lunch and was about to close it when I saw a note. I opened my locker door a bit more and took it out. It was the same note that I had seen the day before, I'd just never read it. As I was about to read it, there was a light tap on my shoulder and a gentle voice said, "Kate? Can we talk?" I turned around to see Penelope. I was still mad at her, but I was also worried about her. At that moment, I decided that she needed to know that I was mad. I rolled my eyes and turned back around.  I closed my locker and quickly walked towards the cafeteria.

 

   A hand grabbed mine. "Kate, please..." Penelope said. I turned around and looked at her. She was really scared. Her hands were cold, clammy, and she was trembling. Her skin looked much paler, almost my own skin tone. Instinct took over.

 

   "What's wrong?" I asked. She let go of my hand and handed me the note. I opened it and read it:

 

My dear Penelope,

 

   Please meet me in front of your school at 8. I miss you, and it's time for you to come home.

 

   I looked up at her. "This is creepy," I told her, handing the note back to her. She nodded. "I definitely don't think you should go. Either this is a prank, or Garrin is trying to be romantic and is coming out as creepily weird." She looked at her shoes. "That's not what you think, is it?" I asked.

 

   She came closer and looked around, making sure nobody could hear her. "What's if this is from... you know?" She asked. I sighed. Her dad had left when Penelope was two, and he hadn't been seen or heard from ever again. Penelope had no memory of her father, and her mother never told her anything. They didn't have any pictures, recordings, or videos.

 

   "Penelope, as much as we'd both love for this to be your father..." I began. This was going to break her heart. "I highly doubt it's him. You've lived in the same house for all of your life. You are home. Whoever this is, it's probably a kidnapper. Like those stories you hear about on the news, or the horror movies they make where the innocent teenager thinks she's meeting some lovey dovey guy her age, until she gets kidnapped and sold."

 

   Her eyes were tearing up even more. I went way too far. "But Kate, I just have this feeling that maybe it's him, that we've finally found each other, that..." She looked into my hands. She saw the slip of paper and pointed. "What is that?" She asked.

 

   I held it up. "I don't know, I was going to open it with Tom..." She snatched it out of my hand. "Hey!" I said. "That could be private!" She backed up and read it a few times over. She handed it to me, her eyes wide. The note was almost identical, except I was addressed as "Penelope's distracting friend who deserves a final goodbye".

 

   "Whoever this is, they know who we both are! And my dad and your dad knew each other, so he must've met you! He must remember you! This has to be my dad!" Penelope said excitedly.

 

   I shook my head. "Penelope, I just don't know..."

 

   "Please, Kate," she said. "Please come with me! We could bring along an adult, or we could even just hide in the bushes and see who comes. Please.." Her eyes were tearing up again.

 

   I sighed and wiped them away. "Fine," I said quietly. I had to admit, my own curiousity was getting the better of me. "We bring our phones, and something to protect ourselves with just in case." Penelope nodded eagerly. Her face was puffy from crying. She was wearing a hoodie, so I pulled the hood over her head. "Sit with Tom and I today, okay?" I said. She nodded and I walked her over to our usual table. We managed to slip by the popular table without being confronted.

 

   I saw Tom looking at his phone and shake his head, looking kind of distressed. He put it down and looked up, seeing Penelope and I. We sat across from him.

 

   "Hey," he said. He looked at Penelope and started to get worried. "Everything okay?" He asked. Penelope and I handed him our notes. He read them both and slid them back to us.

 

   "You're not thinking about this, are you?" He asked. "I will personally make sure you don't go. This is crazy. It's creepy. You two could get hurt, or worse! Kidnapped, drugged, mugged..." He gulped. I knew he was thinking of the worse. I felt reassured that he was so worried.

 

   "We're going, but we're bringing our phones and I'm planning on bringing my dad's old pocket knife," I said. "My mom said it was his from when he was a kid..." I choked up a bit. Holding back tears. It had been ten years since he died.

 

   "If you're going then I'm coming, too," he said.

 

   Penelope shook her head. "No way."

 

   "She's right, we can't let you come. Whoever this is wants just us two, and if they are violent we don't want you to get hurt," I said. He narrowed his eyes.

 

   "There's nothing you can do to stop me," he said. "I'm coming whether you like it or not. You guys are my best friends here. We stick together, okay?" It was almost a command.

 

   I still shook my head. "No, Tom," I said. "We can't let you fight our battles."

 

   "But.."

 

   "I said, no," I said firmly. He looked at me. His brown eyes were pleading. A single curl was on his face, the rest of his hair looked perfect on the top of his head. I shook my head. He sighed, giving up. 

 

   "You're calling me at the first sign of trouble," he said. Penelope and I agreed and we finally ate something.

 

   I looked up at Tom. He glanced at his phone. It had buzzed a few times. He put it on silent and turned the screen face down. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

 

   He looked at me for a few seconds before slightly nodding, "Yeah everything's cool," he said, almost whispered. Unconvinced, I kept eating. I could feel him looking at me. I glanced upwards and he was. I wonder why he looks at me that way, I thought to myself silently.

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Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Penelope

 

   I watched the clock at school, tapping my textbook with my pencil quietly. It was seventh period and I had my favorite class, science. I would usually be listening, but today I couldn't. I had to make sure that I beat the cheerleaders and football players to our lockers so I could pack up quick. Hopefully I would be able to leave school without getting any attention, but my chances were slim.

 

   Ten minutes until class was let out. Ten long, slow minutes. I was snapped out of my thoughts and back into reality when I heard my name. "Penelope?"

 

   I looked up. It was Barry, one of my classmates. Everyone was switching seats. "Uh, hi?" I said. I had absolutely no idea what was going on.

 

   Barry slipped into the newly unoccupied seat next to me and spoke as he set down his things, "It's very unlike you to tune out of class. It's obvious how much you love science." I felt my face getting hot. I was trying to not draw attention to the fact that I pretty much lived for science and paranormal type stuff.

 

   "Uhh," I chuckled nervously. "Well, I was just, um, thinking about, uh-" I stammered, scratching my head and trying to be casual.

 

   "Garrin, maybe?" He asked. My eyes widened. He laughed. "Don't act so surprised. You must have known that someone would catch that on video, right? Betty posted it all over the media. You and Garrin have already been shipped, even. You guys are all that anyone talks about now." He seemed a little sad when he said that, then smiled again.

 

   I didn't know what to say, other than, "How bad is the ship name?"

 

   "I honestly don't think it's that bad, actually! It's Ganelope."

 

   "That's horrible," I said very monotone.

 

   "Yeah, I know, I was just trying to be positive." We both laughed. Barry was funny! I remembered that I had known him since elementary, I had just never really become friends with him. I looked at him closely. He had brown hair that was neatly groomed. It was in a pretty trendy style, but I think it was always like that. He wore glasses that made him look professional. Heck, Barry looked like he was fresh out of college, with a great job and everything.

 

   "So, um, how much did I miss?" I asked.

 

   "We're starting a new chemistry lab. Mr Roman just gave us our partners, and guess who's your partner!" He gave me a goofy grin, and I laughed so hard I quietly snorted. We both burst into laughter again. When we settled down, he said, "Right now we have a little bit of free time to just talk with our partners."

 

   "Oh, well if we're partners we should have each other's numbers," I said. I didn't know why I said it. It was like someone else controlled me.

 

   "What? Um, y-yeah, okay.." Barry pulled out his phone. I got excited when he said yes. We exchanged numbers and he smiled at me again. He had such a sweet smile. His eyes were such an exotic color of hazel. They were a bright, lighter shade of hazel, with different colors and shades of brown mixed in. Sometimes they would change. I snapped myself out of it quickly, and we sat there silently.

 

   "Well," I said awkwardly, "If we're going to be partners, let's get to know each other."

 

   He pushed his glasses up a little. "I already know a lot about you," he said quietly. He looked down at the floor. "We've known each other since elementary school," he pointed out. "You'd think I'd know a thing or two."

 

   "Oh," I replied. I was slightly embarrassed because I didn't know much about him. Judging by what I did know, he was somebody I should have become friends with a long time ago. I moved my chair closer to him, filling the awkward gap of space between us. "Then tell me about yourself!"

 

   We talked for a good five minutes before Mr Roman called for our attention. We turned towards the front and I looked at the clock. Less than a minute until school ended. I quietly grabbed my stuff and prepared to dart out the door.

 

   "You guys listened well today, so I'll let you leave before the bell. Have a good day!" He said as everyone raced for the door. Once I made it out, I nearly sprinted to my locker, ignoring a few teachers who yelled at me. After fiddling with the lock, I finally got the locker open and I grabbed my backpack, stuffing everything in there, plus a few more textbooks and composition books. I grabbed my headphones and threw on my hoodie. I nearly slammed the locker, throwing my backpack over my shoulder, and ran towards the doors.

 

   I pulled the hoodie over my head, but not quick enough. "Penelope!" I heard a voice behind me. It was Kylie. She waved and I turned back around towards the bus, running faster. I heard more people yell after me, most of them were my cheer team mates, but a few were football players. One was Garrin. He stood in front of me.

 

   "Hey, babe!" He said, holding out his arms. Out of no where, Kate rammed into him. Dang, she's always been so unexplainably strong. "Run!" She yelled as she held the giant football player back. I swear, Kate's pretty tall but he's almost double her size and you couldn't miss the muscles hiding under his shirt. They were very visible. I jumped onto my bus just in time. The doors started closing.

 

   I turned and saw Kylie knocking on the doors of the bus. "Don't open those," I told the driver. "She doesn't ride this bus." He shrugged and started to drive as I took my seat. I saw Kylie and Garrin, with a crowd of cheerleaders and football players behind them. I sighed and sat back, watching as we pulled away from the school and tall buildings sped past.

 

...

 

   That night, I quickly finished my homework and studied until around six. I was walking to Kate's at seven so it wouldn't be so late and our parents wouldn't get suspicious, and we planned on getting home from our school before nine. Manhattan is glorious, but it can get sketchy in the bigger part of the city later at night. I checked my phone and smiled. Barry had texted me.

 

   Barry: Hey

 

   Hi

 

  Barry: Had fun with you in science today. Btw we start the lab Thursday. Want me to send u the info we got in class today?

 

  Sure that would be great

 

  Barry sent a picture of the worksheet: Here u go

 

  Thx. I'm looking forward to being partners with u

 

  Barry: Me too.

 

  Barry: I mean, I'm excited to spend time with u

 

  Barry: I mean, excited to work with u

 

  Barry: I mean excited to be ur partner

 

  I laughed, looking at the texts. He could even make me laugh when we weren't talking in person. I looked up and saw that I was red in the face. I cleared my throat.

 

  I'm excited to spend time with u too ;)

 

  Barry sent the funny grinning emoji and again, I laughed. We kept texting for what felt like only ten minutes, but then the doorbell rang. I looked at the time, and saw it read seven. I had completely forgotten about my date with Garrin, and I had to go to Kate's.

 

  "Penelope! Garrin is here to take you on your date!" I nearly screamed, but kept it together. I hated Garrin so much, I never wanted to go out with him, much less hug or kiss him. I can't stand him. I quickly changed into a pretty casual outfit and grabbed my Adidas, putting them on as I jumped down the stairs. Garrin looked me over from head to toe, slightly confused at my casual outfit.

 

  "Did you want to do a movie night? I can do that," he said. He was in a tux and holding flowers. I have to admit, I was flattered, but I didn't want to go on a date with him.

 

  "Um, Garrin, I'm sorry I don't have your number so I couldn't text you. I forgot I actually already had other plans tonight," I said. He looked really disappointed and slightly mad.

 

  "You could have texted Kylie," he said. "Or even Betty, I don't know." He seemed a little aggresive about it now.

 

   "I'm sorry, Garrin, I totally spaced."

 

   "You also didn't go to cheer practice," he said. "Is everything alright with you? You've been acting so weird all day."

 

   "I'm fine, Garrin, I promise. I'm just dealing with some stuff right now, and I really have to go, I'm gonna be late."

 

   "Late to what?" He asked.

 

   "Don't worry about it," I said. "You have to go, I have to go. Love you mom," I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. I started pushing Garrin out of the doorway and closed the door behind us.

 

   "No, I am going to worry about it. Are you cheating on me? Are you going out with someone else?" I tried pushing past him but he moved, pushing me back. "I'm not moving until you tell me where you're going, so we can go together."

 

   I looked at him. "Garrin, move." I said.

 

   He stepped forward, forcing me backwards and I hit the door. He got closer. "Penelope, I like you! I'd do almost anything for you."

 

   "If you'd do anything for me, then you'd let me leave and not ask questions. You'd drive home and save the flowers for a girl who actually feels something for you, and who you deserve. Because I don't like you, Garrin, I never have and never will," I said. I was almost yelling by the end. My phone buzzed in my hand. It was Kate.

 

   Garrin looked at me fiercely before stepping back and letting me pass him. I answered the call and started sprinting towards her house. Luckily it was pretty close. "I'm on my way!" I said to her.

 

   "Good, because we gotta catch the train! Now hurry up!" She hung up and I ran faster. Thank you, middle school track.

 

   A few minutes later I made it. Kate was on her doorstep and we both ran towards the subway. I was panting really hard, and we ran for twenty minutes. Kate didn't need a break at all and kept a steady pace. She's so fit, sometimes I wonder why she's not an athlete and I'm not a musician like her.

 

...

 

   Ten minutes after getting on the train, we got off and ran - I had just caught my breath at this point, and was kind of peeved that we were running so much - to the school. We walked when we were a block away. Kate handed me a pocket knife.

 

   "It's my newest one," she said, pulling out her dad's. We briefly stopped so she could show me how to use it. Kate has so many pocket knives. She has a lot of weapon type stuff, actually. She has a few BB guns, more knives, even a bo staff. In her garage, there was a punching bag that her dad used to use. It was really cool. I constantly find myself in awe of Kate's life. She seems to have it all. Awesome mom, awesome house, cool stuff, cool room, smart, etc.

 

   We finally made it to the school. We sat awkwardly on the steps leading to the main doors. The lights were on inside, due to a few clubs still having meetings and stuff. Kate and I talked quietly. It was eight ten, and nobody had showed. Kate looked around and behind us constantly.

 

   "I don't think any body's gonna come," she said. I nodded in disappointment. We stood up, her arm around me.

 

   "Penelope?" A man's voice asked behind us.

 

 

Ooh cliffhanger. What's gonna happen next?

 

And sorry for not posting lately, I got busy with school shopping. Update: I got my braces off and my teeth feel really slimy XD But my school picture looks pretty good, like my best one since fifth grade so... Ok didn't read over it but sorry for any typos! Might post the next chapter tonight

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Awesome work! I might start doing a few stories that just randomly pop up too, and if I do I'll post the thread number on here so you can see them. Keep up your awesome work!

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@Instint - Thank you! And I would definitely look at them if you post the thread number! I love reading other people's work!

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Lost Girl:

 

-starts off with the "alarm clock" cliche. I'd avoid that if I were you

-has a first paragraph that seems rushed and vague. I can see why you'd want to make exposition flow smoothly, but the reader needs to know some things.

-doesn't incorporate a lot of details. In my opinion, the start should be detailed so people can get the scope. Later you can add more. But maybe describe surroundings or something.

-again, doesn't provide a lot of exposition. I could assume what's going on, but only through my vast knowledge of book plots. If this was the first time someone read a book like this, they would be clueless.

-suddenly states that it is winter. where did this come from?

-needs to start a new line every time someone talks. This is for pacing mostly, and also because that's usually the format.

-adds a Once Upon a Time thing just there. Did you mention this or?

-will add more later

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-I don't feel any tone or mood. Perhaps slow some things down 

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-where is Henry in all of this

-Didn't Zelena have a redemption arc

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Yikes I am soooo sorry that I didn't post the next chapter that night! School started last week on Wednesday for me, so I've been really busy with homework (yes, I got a bunch of homework the first day), pre-tests, and studying. I probably won't be very active on here, but I'll try to post chapters on weekends that I'm not busy. Also, HAPPY FRIYAY!

 

Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Kate

 

   "Penelope?" A man's voice said. Within a few seconds, before even turning around, I recognized that he had an older English accent. The voice was deep (that's how I could tell it was a man) but not quite as deep as other men. I looked at Penelope, whose eyes were wide. A tear started rolling down her face, and she slowly started to turn around. I turned around, too, and saw a pretty average size man standing at the top of the steps, casting his shadow over us.

 

   He smiled, his hands clasped together, "You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he said. I looked at Penelope again, who smiled a little bit. I could tell that she was trying to not get her hopes up that this man could actually be her dad.

 

   "Are you... are you...?" Penelope stuttered. I put my arm around her again.

 

   "Are you Penelope's dad?" I asked. The man looked at me and tilted his head, then glared. He came walking down the steps, and I pulled Penelope a few steps back with me.

 

   He was still glaring at me when he reached us. Finally, he said, "You're a stunning image of your father." I withheld my own shock and excitement. I always knew that my dad and Penelope's dad were friends, but I just never expected anyone but my mom to tell me that I looked like him. The man started to walk around us.

 

   "Your dad is a special one, let me tell you that..." He began. Is? As in still alive? I thought to myself. I looked over my shoulder at him with a confused expression, and he paused, then laughed. "Yes, is. I still think it was so foolish of him to lead you on to believe that he was dead!" I started thinking at what felt like a million miles an hour. He wanted me to believe he was dead? Why would he want me to think he was dead? Why didn't he stay with mom and I?

 

   The man came back around and faced Penelope. "Darling, it's time that I show you your real home, and take you away from this dump of a city," he said, looking around him as if he were disgusted. He must live on a farm or something, or in some remote area.

 

   "Where's that?" Penelope asked.

 

   The man smiled excitedly, "You'll see when we get there. It's beautiful. Everything there is beautiful." I glared at him. He seemed off, and I didn't trust him as much as I was hoping I could. Maybe this meant that he was lying about my dad, if he seems untrustworthy now to his own daughter.

 

   I grabbed Penelope's hand, "Penelope needs to get back home to her mom. You should come! You haven't seen her in a long time. And maybe my mom too! Since you knew her so well back in the day." He looked at me and glared again. What was his problem with me? What did I ever do to him?

 

   "No, Penelope is coming with me now. She needs to be cleansed of this place," he said. Strange wording. 'Cleansed'? 'This place'? He knew we were in New York, right?

 

   "Now, Kate, you can run along home now. Your mother has a lot to tell you, now that you know that your dad is actually alive and well," he said. He smiled at Penelope and grabbed her other hand. "Come on, dear, let's go home." As Penelope started to walk with him, so caught up in finally meeting her dad that she was blinded by the reality of the situation, I had a bad feeling in my gut. I felt my instincts come over me.

 

   Before I knew what I was doing, I reached for my dad's pocket knife and pulled it out of my pocket, flipping it open and attacking the man. He didn't even flinch when I sliced his shoulder, but instead, just looked over his shoulder calmly.

 

   Until he changed.

 

   His whole outfit changed into some weird looking costume, with horns and a long cape. A spear formed in his hand, and he turned to face me. He looked like some wizard, or a god or something. I didn't know what to do. I stepped back as he stepped forward.

 

   "Penelope is leaving with me, whether you like it or not. And nobody in your mother's little organization can stop us from finally reuniting," he boomed. He swung the spear in his hand at me, going for my chest and stomach. I started to think about what my mom taught me with bo staffs. I quickly dodged, keeping a good footing and watching his movements. When his feet shifted, I dodged. When his shoulders turned, I dodged. When his arms swung back, I dodged. He kept coming at me with the spear, which I started to see had a blue crystal at the end of it.

 

   Penelope was yelling at us in the background, telling us to stop. Telling me to let her be reunited with her dad, and telling her dad to not hurt me. After minutes of him pushing me back, I could tell he was starting to lose his form. This was the time to strike. I stepped forward while he was in the middle of his backswing, pushing his momentum backwards and causing him to trip backwards. As he tried to catch his footing, I struck with the knife. After multiple tries, he was beginning to get his footing back, and I realized that the knife wasn't doing anything.

 

   I regretfully threw the knife to the side and started to go hand to hand, punching and kicking him in the stomach, arms, legs, and chest. The man finally began to strike at me again, and I went defensive. I pushed the spear away with each strike he tried to hit me with. Then, with a narrow opening, I kicked the underside of his wrist, which caused him to open his fingers and let go of the spear. I dove and caught it myself, rolling over it and turning to point his own weapon at him. His arms immediately went up, and I grinned.

 

   "You're not taking Penelope anywhere," I said. I was about to try to knock him out until I heard his voice in my head.

 

   Lower the weapon, Kate. I started to feel obligated to put the spear on the ground. His voice was convincing me that I didn't need it, or Penelope for that matter. When I lowered the spear and dropped it onto the ground, he walked over and picked it up. Then he pointed it back at me.

 

   "Penelope, go down a few blocks. I'll meet you at the sushi restaraunt," he said. I looked behind me and saw Penelope hesitantly turning around.

 

   "Penelope! Stop! Don't listen to him!" I yelled. I felt something sharp on my neck and turned back to see the spear pointing directly at my neck. I opened my mouth to yell or scream for help, but he shook his head and thrusted the spear towards my neck even more. I obeyed silently.

 

   "For years, Penelope has been led to believe that I left her and her mother for my own selfish reasons," he whispered to me, watching for Penelope in case she came back. "But I didn't leave her. She and her mother were taken from me. They told my dear fiance at the time that I was a murderer, that I killed my own mother and father." He was starting to tear up. "I didn't do anything wrong, Kate! I was starting a family, trying to be normal, like Thor had advised me! Like all of them told me to! I had fallen in love and had a beautiful daughter, and then they turned on me and warned my family that I was dangerous."

 

   He started to take steps towards me, forcing me back into the darkness, away from where the school's light flooded out. We eventually made it into the shadows, where all I could see was the crystal in the spear and the man's bright green eyes glowing.

 

   Then, the spear went flying, and the eyes closed. I ran back into the light and saw Penelope's dad on the ground, his hand caught in something sticky. His hand was near my dad's pocket knife, so I ran towards it to pick it up, until I heard a familiar voice scream, "Watch out!" and felt my feet leaving the ground with the knife in my hand. I looked down and saw the man who was holding the spear in his free hand watch me. I realized someone's arm was wrapped around me tightly and looked up at a person wearing a red, blue, and black suit. I could feel their muscles through the suit they wore and was surprised. I realized that we were swinging from some sort of web. They looked back at me, their weird looking eyes on the mask going wide.

 

   "Who the heck are..." I was about to say, until we were shot out of the air and I watched as the person was shot away as I was falling, falling, falling...

 

 

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Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Tom

 

~ After School ~

 

   I sighed and sat down in the back of the bus, leaning my head back on the uncomfortable seat in exhaustion. I hated going to a normal school. I was used to attending a school full of geniuses, so being there was almost like a disgrace or something. Then again, it was a major confidence boost.

 

   I felt my phone buzz in my hand and looked down to see I had a text from Paul. Paul. I wondered why Happy would pick a stupid name like that. Before I could even unlock my phone to read the text, I saw Kate out of the corner of my eye. She was holding Garrin back as Penelope ran by. The sight of her holding people back for her best friend warmed my heart, and also made me laugh. Garrin and the other football players and cheerleaders looked really mad, and I couldn't be happier. They were all major jerks, so they deserved to not have something go their way.

 

   Once Kate finally let Garrin go, she looked up at me, almost as if she could feel me looking at her. I quickly felt my face turn hot and she smiled and waved at me. I waved back and she ran towards her own bus. I sighed again. I wondered how long I could keep up this act. Kate didn't deserve to be lied to, and neither did Penelope. I knew it was for their own safety, but what would be so bad about knowing that...

 

   I forcefully pushed the thought away when my phone buzzed again. Another text from "Paul". I opened the texts and they were just the usual. The bus doors closed and we started to slowly move forward as I began to type, "Mission Report October 24th, 2021".

 

   About 20 minutes later, I looked out the window and saw the old apartment building. I got out of my seat as the bus rolled to a stop and got off the bus, giving the driver a "Thanks" before heading towards the building. I walked up the steps and came to the door, looking both ways. The bus had taken off and my peers didn't turn back to look or acknowledge me as they walked to their own homes. When I felt the coast was clear, I jumped over the railing for the stairs and made a mad dash towards the alley.

 

   I hid between a dumpster and garbage cans. After a few seconds, I looked all around me; to either side, above me, even behind me to check if there were any windows. Then I rolled up the sleeve to my sweatshirt to reveal a watch. I held my finger on the screen and a 3D menu was projected above it. I scrolled through the options until I found the one labelled "Tracker". I pressed it and it took a few seconds to load a 3D map of what looked like Kate's neighborhood, and the tracker popped up at her house. I let out a sigh of relief. I checked Penelope's tracker and she was also at home.

 

   I felt my phone buzz again in my pocket and swept the 3D menu away. My watch looked normal again as my phone kept buzzing. I read the Caller ID was Paul and answered.

 

   "Hey, what's up?" I asked.

 

   "Robbery on the corner of Fourth and Avenue. Chop chop," he said before hanging up. I unzipped my back pack and pulled out a suit with what I imagine was probably a grin that was along the lines of goofy and cringey. After changing into it, I got another call. I read the Caller ID and it was Kate. I smiled and picked it up.

 

   "Hey, Kate," I said.

 

   "Hey, Tom! Just was wondering if you could talk?" She asked. I grinned in a goofy way again.

 

   "Uhhh..." I stammered. "Yeah, you know what, just give me like twenty minutes and I'm all yours."

 

   "Cool, I'll call you in twenty," she said. We said our goodbyes and she hung up. I started to make my way towards Fourth and Avenue.

 

 

~ Three Hours Later ~

 

   "Oh, that's so cool!" I said to Kate as I walked up the stairs.

 

   "Yeah, my mom's like a rocket scientist so she helped me out a bit, but I'm pretty proud of it. I think that it could be used like in the army or something. Ha, who am I kidding, I'm gonna end up working at McDonald's," she laughed on the other side of the line.

 

   I shook my head, "No, I think that you could go really far with it. It would be a game changer, for sure! How much do you think it would cost to design and make the final version?" I asked with large budget on my mind.

 

   "I did the calculations and I think for just one suit it would be a little under a million... But we don't have that type of money or connections," she sighed. "So I don't think it's gonna happen."

 

   "I wouldn't count yourself out just yet," I said. "Maybe you'll meet Tony Stark one day."

 

   She laughed, "Yeah right, why would Tony Stark care about me? He's like, a ka-trillionaire."

 

   "I bet he's really nice," I said. "A good mentor, too. Maybe even a good dad."

 

   "Pepper and Tony only got married a few years ago, Tom! And Pepper's really busy running Stark Industries. I doubt she's ready to have a kid," Kate said.

 

   "You never know," I smiled. I got to the seventh floor and slowly walked towards my apartment. "Hey, I gotta go do some homework. You'll keep me posted about tonight though, right?"

 

   "Mhm, definetely," she told me. Then there was a slight pause before she quietly said, "Thanks, Tom."

 

   I stopped right in front of my door. "For what?" I asked.

 

   "For... well, I guess everything? I don't know, you're such a nice and smart person. You're supportive and always there for me and Penelope. For how long I've known you, it's really amazing. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you," she said. Then she laughed quietly, "I don't even remember what it was like before we became friends."

 

   There was a long pause between us. I didn't know what to say. I was honored, but at the same time I was also so shocked. Did she really think of me like that? Did she really think of me that well?

 

   Kate cleared her throat awkwardly, "Ummm, you had homework to do?"

 

   I shook my head, "Right, yeah." I sighed. "Homework."

 

   "Okay, well maybe we can talk later tonight after I go with Penelope to meet this guy," she said. She sounded hopeful.

 

   "Yeah, definetely! We'll talk later tonight," I replied.

 

   "Okay, um.. Well, bye!" She said.

 

   "Bye," I said. She hung up and I sighed, resting my forehead against the door for a few seconds. It suddenly swung open and I fell flat on my face. I rolled over and looked up, holding my head and wincing. The door slammed shut and I heard all ten of the locks being locked before I finally sat up.

 

   "C'mon, dude..." I said. "This is obsessive."

 

   Happy stood over me and helped me up. "Sorry, kid, but we can't get our cover blown. Who were you talking to on the other side of the door, anyways?" I stood up and took off my backpack with a small smile.

 

   "Kate," I said to him.

 

   He laughed and walked back to the couch where he had two computers, a few tablets, and his phone set up. He sat down and typed while he talked to someone on one of the tablets. I walked over and peeked over his shoulder. He was typing up a mission report, with what I sent on it.

 

   "Hey, that's my mission report!" I said like a little kid. Happy pushed me away. "And why'd you laugh when I said I was talking to Kate?" I asked. He kept pushing me away and I finally gave up, scoffing and muttering under my breath, "Adults.."

 

   I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to see... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Happy is so scared of getting our cover blown that he's willing to starve us. Thanks a lot, buddy. I walked over to my backpack and pulled out my lunch. I reached in for any leftovers and pulled out an apple.

 

   With a mouth full of apple, I asked Happy, "Who are you talking to anyways?" He looked up at me, then down at the tablet again.

 

   "What? You wanna talk to the kid? Okay..." His eyes widened. "You want me to leave the-- You know what? Not. Worth it." Happy waved me over to the couch and walked to his room, slamming the door behind him. I leaped six feet onto the couch.

 

   "Yello," I said with my mouth still full with apple. I almost choked when I saw Mr Stark on the tablet. "Oh, um... I mean... Hello, sir. Happy is gonna be sending in my mission report, if that's what you're wondering..."

 

   "No kid, I wanted to just talk. You've been so busy up there... Wait a minute..." He looked at the apple in my hand. "Are you just now eating that? You know, I'm buying you your lunches here, kid! If you're not actually going to eat them, then I could use that money for..."

 

   "Kate's new invention?" I perked up. Mr Stark looked at me strangely.

 

   "What?" He asked.

 

   "Kate invented this super suit that has a bunch of gadgets on it and can enhance a human's strength, agility, etc etc... It sounds really cool. Sounds even more high tech than Natasha's suit, which, I gotta hand to her, is pretty awesome..."

 

   "I designed that."

 

   After an awkward pause, I repeated, "...I gotta hand it to you, it's pretty awesome. She wants to be able to make enough for the U.S. to use for more dangerous missions. They're bullet proof, light weight..."

 

   Mr Stark stopped me, "Yeah yeah, sounds great. Listen, kid, you've been gone too long. I'm pulling you out and sending in the hammer guy. He thinks he knows where Penelope's dad is. Plus, I managed to get the Decathlon pushed back about a month, so it's in a few days now. You can thank me later. I've sent a driver your way to pick you and Happy up tonight, and you'll be back at HQ tomorrow, then after some reports and blah blah blah.... Oh right, you'll go home and study for the Decathlon! Because I doubt you've been studying since you've been there." Mr Stark gave me a stern look.

 

   "Mr Stark, I can't go now. I promised Kate and Penelope that I'd be there for them tonight," I said. When Mr Stark gave me a confused expression, I told him about the notes and the girls' plan to meet the stranger at the school tonight. Mr Stark was not for it.

 

   "We need to get them out of the city, now," Mr Stark said. I looked at the clock, it read seven thirty pm.

 

   "They need to be at the school in thirty minutes," I told him. Mr Stark cursed and got up, running back and forth, making calls, and furiously texting and typing. He must be trying to organize a group to go get the girls and their families.

 

   "Just let me go distract them and keep them back until your people get there!" I told him. Mr Stark wasn't listening. After what only felt like two minutes, Mr Stark was still trying to get people on their way to the school and to the girls' homes. I glanced at the clock. Seven forty-five. I shook my head and got up, leaving my unfinished apple on the table. I pulled the suit out of my bag again and changed into it. I opened the window and heard voices behind me.

 

   "Peter? What the heck?!" Happy said, coming around the corner. Mr Stark was yelling on the screen to get me to stay there, but it was too late. I was already swinging towards Kate's house.

 

   After I had left, Happy looked at Mr Stark on the screen, who was uncontrollably cursing and slammed his desk and yelling, "Thor, get in here!"

 

   "This is what happens when you don't tell me stuff!" Happy said furiously, walking back to his own room to leave Mr Stark and Thor arguing back at the Avengers Headquarters on his tablet, and me on my way to finally prove my worth.

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Ok warning, stuff might be kind of hard to follow because I'm writing the events that are happening during other chapters that I've written, so just to explain, this next chapter takes place after Penelope leaves Kate and her dad at the school. The chapter after that will take place a bit after Kate falling from a few stories.

 

 

Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Penelope

 

   I walked towards the sushi restaurant that was only a mile away from the school. Everyone at school loved to go there. During lunch, after school, late at night on weekends, any time of the day you could find a student from New York High at that restaurant. It didn't matter whether you were popular or a geek, everyone was there at least a few times a month, and at the most about five times a week or even twice a day. They had the best sushi in all of New York.

 

   Personally, I loved the restaurant and grew up with fond memories of going there with my mother, Kate, and her mother. I even remember going with Kate's dad a few times before he died. But that was a long time ago, and at that moment, walking to the restaurant, it was the first time I realized that I was dreading it. Would I remember this restaurant as the place I would be as my father and best friend argued at the school? Had they even been arguing? What were they arguing about again? Had they been fighting as well?

 

   With each step, I left more of my faith in the two behind and gained more doubt. Was everything going to be okay? Was this going to end up being a murderous crime? I could see either one of the two killing the other. But as I stepped up to the crosswalk and looked across the street, my mind went blank and everything around me sounded differently, looked differently.

 

   Ding. A small flash of bright green light as the crosswalk changed lights and the cars all stopped, allowing me safe passage across the busy road. Almost as soon as I got to the other side, cars sped all around me, zipping to and from place to place from place to just another place in the city that never slept.

 

   A light ringing as I opened the door to the brightly lit and decorated restaurant. I caught a strong whiff of different soups, fish, and more authentic Japanese foods as I walked in. For it being eight thirty, there were a lot of people there. Most sat in the booths surrounding the sushi track, a few lonely people and happy couples sat at the sushi track. Only one boy caught my eye.

 

   I slipped into the seat next to him, wishing that it was him. He turned and almost choked at the sight of me. His slightly curly hair was a bit messy, and a single curl fell on his face, leading my eyes to his. His bright, intelligent green eyes that could put any girl in a daze. His gentle, genuinely happy smile with straight teeth and the smallest little dimples. A few freckles hear and there, but throughout the winter I knew that they would disappear.

 

   "Penelope?" Barry said with a mouthful of sushi. "What are you doing here?" He asked in a pleasantly surprised, yet confused tone. I laughed a bit as I picked up a plate of ebi and unwrapped my chopsticks. Before I could answer the question, a server came by and asked me what I wanted to drink. I said that a water was fine and he came back within moments with a glass of water. With a shy "thanks" and a smile, I turned back to Barry.

 

   I thought for a few seconds, wondering why I was there, until I finally shrugged and laughed, "I honestly have no idea." Barry looked at me confused and took a quick look around the room.

 

   "I thought you were supposed to be on a date with Garrin?" Barry asked in confusion right as I had shoved the ebi into my mouth. Forcing back a laugh, I struggled to catch my words.

 

   I shook my head and mumbled, "I'm supposed to, but I don't like him." Barry's eyes widened and he looked back down at his finished plate of sushi. He quickly and silently grabbed another plate and shoved the sushi into him mouth to avoid talking. We sat in silence for a while, eating our sushi in peace and leaving me to think about why I was even there.

 

   Finally, he turned to me and asked, "You don't know why you're here, instead of at home or on a date? Or with Kate or Tom or someone else?" Someone else? I silently asked myself. Why would I want to be with anyone else, when you're the only one who seems to accept me? 

 

   "What I know is that right now, I'm glad I'm here with you," I said. I quickly looked away so I wouldn't see his reaction. Why did I say that? Stupid, you barely know him! Get over it! Shut yourself up!

 

   I felt my face getting warm and took some more sushi, starting a nicely sized stack in front of me. I could feel that Barry was looking at me, but I just simply took a drink of water to try and cool myself down. I sighed and set the water down, feeling my hands shaking. Trembling from head to toe, I closed my eyes and willed myself to keep in tears of frustration. Why couldn't I think clearly, see clearly, hear clearly?

 

   I felt Barry's hand on my shoulder and could barely hear him ask if I was okay. I looked at him, seeing just blurry colors and hearing sounds like the ones from those Charlie Brown cartoons, when the adults talked. Wha wha whaaawha? Whaa whaa whaa whaa! My eyes closed and I felt arms wrap around me. Looking up, Barry held me up and prevented me from falling off of the chair I sat on.

 

   "Penelope?" Barry's voice cleared up. "Penelope, are you okay?" Barry sounded concerned. I held my head and sat up, Barry's hands moving to my shoulder to keep me steady just in case.

 

   "Um, yeah, sorry..." I said, holding my head and wincing. "Sorry, that was weird."

 

   "Penelope, are you okay? You're sure you don't remember what you're doing here? I can walk you home if you need me to," Barry offered. I shook my head, trying to prevent the same situation from happening again by concentrating.

 

   That's when I broke into tears. I was just so frustrated with myself. Why couldn't I remember anything from after texting Barry? Why couldn't I remember how I got to the sushi restaurant? Had I actually gone on my date with Garrin? Was Kate still mad at me? What happened to that note I got in my locker?

 

   Barry's arms wrapped around me again. No questions, no snarky comments. Just a reassuring hug. He never ceased to amaze me, in the few hours I've really known him. All he did was hug me, rub my back, and occasionally tell me that I was okay when I would cry harder. Eventually, I stopped trembling and we shared a look. He smiled warmly, as if telling me that the world had just achieved world peace. I couldn't help but smile a little just at the sight of it.

 

   A flash of light shone behind us, and we both turned around. It was coming from the direction of the school. I was flooded with thoughts. Kate. My dad. They'd been arguing. No, not just arguing, fighting. My dad wore something strange... It was so out-of-this-world, so godly. Kate hadn't been on the winning side. Kate. Kate was losing. Kate Carter, my best friend. Who had supported me just like Barry did whenever I would be sad. I would be sad about one thing, and that was my dad. And now that he was here, she was fighting him.

 

   You idiot, Kate! I thought to myself. I slapped a twenty on the counter and stood up. "I have to go," I told Barry. He grabbed my wrist as I tried to walk to the door and took my twenty, replacing it with his own money that paid for both of our meals, and then opened the door for me, handing my money. I shook my head, trying to give it back, but he insisted. I smiled a bit and we walked towards the school.

 

   I shivered, wishing so desperately that I'd thought of bringing a jacket of some sort. A hoodie or sweatshirt. Gosh, even a robe would have sufficed. Barry looked over at me and started to take off his own hoodie, trying to hand it to me. He only wore a short sleeve shirt with jeans and high tops.

 

   "No, you must be cold too," I said, pushing his hoodie away. He shook his head.

 

   "Yeah, but you're shivering so bad that it looks like you might get hypothermia. And I think you'd have a very unhappy mom if I walked you home with hypothermia, so I'll get hypothermia instead," he said.

 

   "We're not going to my house," I told him.

 

   "I know we aren't. But once we're done wherever we are going, I'm walking you home," he said, pushing the hoodie towards me again.

 

   "You don't have to do that," I said shyly.

 

   "It's a free country, Penelope. I can do what I want and what I want to do is walk you home," he said. With a slight pause, he added, "You shouldn't be alone." I gave in and took his hoodie, pulling it on and feeling instant relief. The warmth from Barry wearing it just a minute before made it warmer. I wrapped myself up in the sleeves that were too long for me and we walked towards the school.

 

   The explosions were getting louder. We slowed a little when they sounded, but sped back up when the flash faded. Students and teachers ran past us, warning us to turn back. With each person that passed up, Barry looked at me and watched for when I might stop. But I just kept walking, so he did too.

 

   I started to shiver again and Barry chuckled, "Still cold?" He asked. I shook my head, unable to speak in fear of what was ahead of us. Pain? Death? We had no idea. Barry wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, trying to reassure me. I felt him shivering next to me and could feel how cold he was, but I could also see the fear in his usually bright green eyes.

 

   After a few minutes, we reached the school and we taken aback by the sight in front of us. Kate was falling from some sort of web, rolling out of an eight foot drop and struggling to stand. She laid on the ground on her back, rolling to her stomach and punching the ground. Her knee pulled in to her chest and she stood up. Her hands held her head and I could visibly see how much she was struggling to catch her breath.

 

   Red and blue swung by, white webs being shot at my dad's godly figure. I immediately recognized the blur of patriotic colors to be the famous Spider-Man, who was usually in Queens. Why was he here, fighting my dad alongside my best friend? I thought of how excited Tom would be. He loved Spider-Man and all of the Avengers, although he would only care about Kate.

 

   Kate and Spider-Man switched, each fighting my dad and coordinating their attacks with each other. My dad didn't seem to even care. He would effortlessly throw each of them to the side when he was getting impatient. At one point, Spider-Man was struggling to get up and Kate starting going hand to hand with my dad.

 

   Back and forth, a punch and a dogdge, a swing of the foot or fist and a step to the side, a kick and I fluid motion that pushed it away. They battled fiercely, and I could see how hard Kate was concentrating. She concentrated on more than his fists, but his shoulders, hips, and feet. His knees and his elbows. His head, his facial expressions. Pride flooded me seeing the effect that Kate's mom's training had on her. Even though it was all defensive, Kate had apparently picked up the attacking part on her own.

 

   "Is that Kate and Spider-Man fighting uh... umm.. a cosplayer?" Barry asked me.

 

   "That's Kate and Spider-Man fighting my dad," I said with a tilt of my head. Barry was silent, but I could tell that he was confused and taken aback by what I had said.

 

   I held back a gasp and jumped when my dad punched Kate, causing her to double over and then took his knee to her jaw and her fist to the other side of her jaw, knocking her to the ground. She held her jaw and winced, blood coming from her nose and the corners of her lips. My dad held up his spear.

 

   "Time for Penelope's last distraction to be obliterated," he said almost maniacally. I couldn't think of anything other than Kate's safety. I jumped towards my dad, screaming for him to stop and hearing a familiar voice plus Barry's screaming at me to stop.

 

   I jumped in between my dad and Kate, getting pierced by the spear. The spear hit me and the crystal flashed, an explosion causing my body to be thrown across the street. I groaned in pain and looked at the street lights above me. That was the last thing I saw, before I blacked out and the sounds around me faded. I felt nothing and everything went dark.

 

 

 

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Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Kate

 

  I screamed and closed my eyes, preparing myself for impact from the fall. I felt something on my back and I felt a weird feeling as I started to slow down and go back up, then wobble a bit before settling. I opened my eyes and saw that there was a web spread out from two street lights and the school, and I was in the middle of it. The guy in the blue and red suit swung past. I immediately remembered Tom telling me about Spider-Man, the hero that supposedly lived in Queens. I had just been saved by a real super hero!

 

  As explosions and fighting broke out behind me, I felt desperate to help Spider-Man in the fight against Penelope's dad. I gripped the handle of my dad's pocket knife. With little hesitation, I started to try to cut myself out of the web. The web was sticky and I struggled to slice through it, but I managed. The only two things I dreaded at the moment were helping Spider-Man and thinking about how I would have to clean the knife later. That would totally suck, I realized. I focused my attention back onto cutting through the webs.

 

  Only a few more strands of web remained. I was literally hanging from a thread, but thankfully the web was sticky enough that I was just, you know, casually dangling from eight-ish feet in the air. I looked at the ground under me. I took a deep breath and knew that I was going to have some unexplainable bruises from this. Checking to see if any people were under me, I cut the last thread and let the knife fall on the ground before me so I couldn't cut myself on it during impact.

 

  I slightly bent my legs and landed, going forward and rolling, landing harshly on my back. The wind was knocked out of me and I gasped for air. I flipped over onto my stomach and hit the ground with my hand. I grabbed my dad's knife and struggled to stand. I trembled and gasped for air, almost falling over while standing. Remembering what my soccer coach had told me my first year after getting hit in the stomach, I put my hands on my head and breathed deeply. The thought of playing soccer at that moment almost brought tears to my eyes, but I held the tears in. I would have given anything to just go back to the good old days, when it was just my mom, Penelope and her mom, and I. Except I'd want Tom there, too, because he'd become one of my best friends.

 

  Spider-Man was thrown to the side and I saw my chance. I jumped and slid on my side, hooking my feet under the man and tripping him, then using my momentum to stand back up. I'd have some scratches from that one. Penelope's dad quickly recovered and we engaged in hand to hand combat. It was tough, he was definetely really skilled and he had an unmeasurable amount of strength, but somehow I held him off as Spider-Man recovered.

 

  Back and forth we went, first me getting knocked away and then Spider-Man taking my place. We'd sometimes fight him two on one, me going hand to hand and Spider-Man using webs and his own super-human like strength. Often we'd just switch places, one person on the ground as the other fought with the man. It was nearly impossible to knock Penelope's dad down, but we landed a few good blows.

 

  At one point, the man started to get impatient. He effortlessly threw Spider-Man to the side and punched me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. I then took a knee to the jaw and a punch to the other side of my jaw, falling backwards and trying to hold back a scream in agony. Penelope's dad held his spear high above his head, ready to strike me either in the stomach or in the heart.

 

  Just get it over with, I thought. I don't have much to live for anyways. Just kill me now and put me out of my misery. 

 

  Instead, I had no time to think or react when I heard two people screaming at Penelope. I didn't even know that Penelope was there, let alone in danger. I can't even imagine how horrified I must have looked when Penelope stepped between me and the spear. I don't think anyone saw, though, because there was a flash of light and I felt a hot sensation on my skin, as if I were too close to a camp fire. I watched as Penelope's limp body flew across the street, landing in front of a bank.

 

  "Penelope!" I screeched. I felt as much pain as Penelope probably did, except I only felt the pain of losing Penelope. I saw a boy, I think it was Barry..? I saw him run across the street without watching for cars. Cars screeched to a stop as he ran past and dropped to his knees at Penelope. Spider-Man swung across the street and jumped down next to him.

 

  I looked up at Penelope's dad, who looked horrified. My hands clenched into fists. He may have just killed my best friend, with that stupid stick thing. I wanted so badly to defeat him now, I wasn't worried about hurting him. I wasn't worried about even killing him and being sent to jail. I got to my feet and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine.

 

  "You..." I said, low and soft, but loud enough for him to hear. He groaned in pain, trying to move away from me. He was scared. I had him where I wanted him. "You call yourself a father, and then hurt your own daughter?!" I screamed. I brought my foot down onto his stomach, causing him to writhe in pain.

 

  "Stop, please..." He begged, holding his stomach and backing up. But I had no intention in stopping, not until I avenged Penelope.

 

  I kicked him in the side, causing him to roll over onto his stomach, and then kicked him again to get him back onto his back. "You think I'm going to stop, when you couldn't stop yourself to practically killing your daughter?!" I asked. I continued to kick him and punch him, until tears were streaming down my face and I was crying uncontrollably. I was nothing without Penelope, nothing. And this man had just taken everything I had and crushed it.

 

  I felt hands on my arms and was being pulled back by someone. I sobbed, screaming and cursing at the man, who was bruised and bleeding from his face and knuckles. I felt the person's arms wrap around me, holding me as my knees buckled and I collapsed. I looked behind me and saw Spider-Man looking at me. I couldn't see his expression, but his narrowed eyes were a hint to me that he was concerned.

 

  I looked across the street, where Barry was still on his knees next to Penelope. I lifted my arm and pointed, my finger trembling like I was ninety years old. Spider-Man helped me to my feet and walked between the man and I. As we walked across, he called Tony Stark and told him what happened and to meet us there.

 

  When we made it across the street, Spider-Man set me down next to Barry, who steadied me and wrapped an arm around me so Spider-Man could take care of Penelope's dad. I looked down at Penelope's limp body. I saw small signs of life and felt a flood of relief.

 

  I stared forward at Penelope and asked Barry, "Did you call an ambulance?"

 

  "Spider-Man told me not to. Apparently someone's on their way," Barry responded.

 

  I turned around to look at Spider-Man, who was standing over Penelope's dad. I jumped when Spider-Man was blasted back by the spear's light and the man stood up. I moved back, shielding Penelope's body.

 

  "Barry..." I said, watching the man walk our way. Barry stood up and shielded Penelope and I.

 

  "Get away from us," he said. I have to admit, I admired his courage. But it was short-lived when Barry was sent flying down the sidewalk. I looked at the man and was prepared to die for Penelope.

 

  The man only stood in front of me. Staring into my eyes. I wondered what he was waiting for. He came over to kill us, didn't he? So why wasn't he killing us? He moved to look at Penelope. He held his spear in the air, a single tear streaming down his cheek. I braced myself for impact.

 

  Suddenly, the sky was lit by a blinding light, and the man was knocked away. In his place stood another man in a similar, more refined outfit and a red cape, holding a hammer. He looked at Penelope and I and muttered something that I couldn't understand. It sounded like some sort of old version of a language I'd never heard of.

 

  A jet flew above and people jumped out of the back of it. There was a woman with reddish brown hair, Iron Man, and a red man with a golden stone in his forehead. Spider-Man swung to the scene.

 

  "Grab someone and go, kid," Iron Man told him. Spider-Man looked at me, then looked at Barry. He crouched down and picked me up. He shot a web at the jet and my heart dropped when we went flying through the air. We landed in the back of the jet, and there were even more people. A man had a stretcher ready, probably for Penelope.

 

  "Pe- I mean, Spider-Man, are they bringing her up?" The man asked.

 

  "Yeah, I think Vision's getting her," Spider-Man replied. He helped me over next to the stretcher. "Buckle up," he told me. I buckled myself in and the jet shook. Spider-Man peered over the side of the jet. "Loki's starting to rejuvinate, is Thor going to take him in?" Spider-Man asked.

 

  Just then, Iron Man flew up with Barry and Vision followed behind him with Penelope. The first man hooked her up and started to read her vitals. At this point I could tell he was a doctor. Another man came from the cockpit. He was in a cape - I'm starting to notice that these guys really like their capes - and touched Penelope. After a minute of silence, he walked to the end of the jet.

 

  "Loki's mine," the man said, flying out of the jet. The girl flew up only seconds after, gasping. She was beat up a bit, but she looked more shocked than hurt.

 

  "Are you alright?" The guy who I assumed was Vision asked. She shook her head slightly. She sat down across from me and Barry finally sat next to me, looking at Penelope desperately. He looked like he had lost faith in her or something. Tony Stark was revealed as his suit was packed into a suitcase and he sat next to the girl, Vision on her other side. Spider-Man sat on the other side of me.

 

  More explosions. Barry looked a little scared, but reached over and held Penelope's hand. He was worried for her. I would have found it cute, if I wasn't in shock. What was going on? Within two minutes, I go from crying on the concrete to sitting in a jet with half of the Avengers. My best friend was unconcious, laying in front of me on a stretcher, barely breathing, and there were explosions under us.

 

  The man in the red cape flew up, but didn't land. He only said, "Take off! Go, now! We'll meet you back at the headquarters!" He flew away and Tony yelled to the cockpit to leave. The doctor pressed a button and the back of the jet closed.

 

  We were all silent, looking at Penelope and the doctor, who was rushing all around her. He was frantic and complained that we were going too slow. Every time he complained, voices from the cockpit would say, "We're going as fast as we can, Banner! Shut up!"

 

  Tony was grinning at me the whole time. I looked away uncomfortably, but I could feel him staring, so I decided to ask him, "What's your deal? Why do you look at me that way?"

 

  He laughed, "Why don't you ask Spider-Man?" Spider-Man stood up.

 

  "Mr Stark, I had it covered! I had Loki under control until Loki sensed Thor, and then blasted me with that weird spear!" He said. He sounded like a little kid, whining to Tony Stark as if he were Tony's son.

 

  "From what I saw, kid, you didn't have it under control," Tony said. He turned back to me. "But you, you're a pretty skilled fighter. I saw the way you attacked Loki. You were calm, you know, until.." He cleared his throat to avoid continuing his sentence, which was smart. I would have punched him if he had. "Anyways, are you in karate or something?"

 

  "No, my parents both served," I said. Tony nodded, hiding a grin that I could see. "My dad died when I was four. My mom's taught me a bunch of fighting techniques so I can protect myself, since my dad..." I choked up. Recalling a memory like that broke me.

 

  "Well," Tony said after a minute. "You're good. Really good. Maybe you could become part of the team one day," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him.

 

  "You're joking, right?" I asked. He looked at me, genuinely confused. I pointed at Penelope. "My friend might die, and you're offering me a job? I suggest you shut up, Tony Stark, before I give you a hands on presentation of my full range of fighting techniques. Just as a little preview, I know over thirty ways to knock you out without using a weapon."

 

  He looked away uncomfortably. I looked back at Penelope, who was still barely breathing. I looked at Barry, who looked sad. I pat his shoulder, wishing that Tom was here. He would know how to make me feel better, not make me angrier like Tony.

 

  The pilot shouted five minutes later, "Landing in five!" I looked up at each of the heroes in front of me. There was Vision, then the girl who I'd heard been called Wanda. On her other side was Tony "The Idiot" Stark. On my left was Spider-Man, and I was guessing that the doctor was pretty important, too, although I didn't know him.

 

  A minute later, Tony cursed. "I can't stand this, she needs to know," he said. He walked directly towards me and then suddenly turned to Spider-Man. He tried to pull off his mask, and after the two struggled a bit with each other, Tony pulled it off and what I saw left me speechless. I guess we were going to talk later. A single curl fell in front of his soft and innocent brown eyes.

 

  "Tom?"

 

 

 

 

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Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Tom/Peter

 

   "Tom?" I looked at Kate and saw her shocked expression. Shame, embarassment, and anger flooded me. Kate's going to hate me now, knowing that I've been lying to her and everyone I've met in the past months. Didn't Mr Stark think of that? That the girl I'd been protecting would hate me? That her whole world was just turned upside down, and that seeing me in this suit made it a hundred percent worse? Plus, my mask had been hiding some tears I had. I probably looked like a mess.

 

  The whole jet was silent. I looked around. Barry looked confused, and so did Vision. He apparently thought that I'd told Kate who I was. Wanda looked extremely uncomfortable. Sam walked out from the cockpit and saw my mask off with civillians around and immediately backed up, also looking uncomfortable. Mr Stark was grinning.

 

  I stood up again, "Mr Stark..." I began, but he cut me off.

 

  "Listen kid, there's a lot that's being kept from her. She needs a friend right now, one that's not unconcious, and you've been dying to tell her everything anyways," Mr Stark said. I looked at him in confusion. I'd never told him that I wanted to tell her everything, but he wasn't wrong. I did want to tell her everything.

 

  "It's obvious," Mr Stark explained. The jet shook a bit and Mr Stark and I almost fell. The back of the jet opened and the doctor rushed the stretcher out. Kate watched the stretcher deperately and looked at me. She was angry, I could tell. She walked off of the jet and ran, following Penelope with Barry not far behind.

 

  "Kate!" I called out to her, but she didn't say anything. She didn't turn around, she didn't even acknowledge me. I was just another person who'd lied to her in her mind. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over to see Sam, with Bucky coming up on my other side.

 

  "Kid, when it comes to women, you're either in or you're out," Sam explained as the two men walked me off the jet into the Avengers Headquarters. I raised an eyebrow, wondering how he could possibly know that since he didn't have time for women and couldn't get a girlfriend even if he tried. I decided to listen as Bucky continued.

 

  "Yeah, and by lying to her? You're automatically out," Bucky said. His metal arm was wrapped around me. I guessed he was trying to comfort me. "Don't worry, there are plenty of other fish in the sea."

 

  "How would you know, you're over a century old," I told him. He laughed and slapped my back. I held back a wince in pain and didn't laugh. I just wanted to talk to Kate. But when we got into the headquarters, she was no where to be found. She was probably with Penelope, Barry, and Bruce. I sighed, regret starting to kick in.

 

  Sam and Bucky walked me to the main room, where all of us kind of just relaxed and hung out. "You hungry, kid?" Bucky asked.

 

  "Yeah," I said sadly. "Just don't get me anything that Vision made, alright? I heard he's been cooking lately." Sam sat down across from me on his phone. Suddenly, someone jumped into the seat next to me. It was Natasha.

 

  "Hey, Peter! How was the mission? We've missed you around here," she said, overly happy. I shrugged and let my chin fall into my hands. "C'mon, talk to me, kid!" She said, punching me on the shoulder.

 

  "He's sad 'cause Kate found out he was Spider-Man," Sam said, only barely paying any attention. Natasha turned back to me.

 

  "Isn't that a good thing, though?" She asked in confusion.

 

  "He'd been lying to her for months. Code name Tom, and he didn't tell her anything about her family," Sam replied.

 

  "Ooh, yikes that sounds horrible," she said. "I feel so bad for Kate. I remember she was the most adorable thing when she was a little kid. How old is she now?"

 

  "Fourteen, I think," Sam said.

 

  "Wow," Natasha said, sitting back. Bucky walked in and tossed me an apple. I half heartedly took it and looked at it.

 

  "Seriously?" I ask.

 

  "What? I can't cook," he said defensively. Bucky and Sam started to laugh uncontrollably.

 

  "It wasn't my fault I lied to her," I said. "Mr Stark told me not to."

 

  "You don't have to listen to that idiot," Natasha replied. "I mean, I get Tony's practically your dad and all, but..."

 

  "He's not my dad," I mumbled.

 

  "Sure, sure," Natasha chuckled. "Anyways, he talked about how much he wanted you to tell Kate all that stuff while you were gone, though."

 

  I looked at her in confusion. "You're joking, right?"

 

  "No, I'm serious," she explained. "He hated how everyone was lying to her. Especially how her dad wanted her to think he was dead."

 

  "Well he gave me strict orders to not 'blow my cover'," I said angrily.

 

  "I wasn't the one giving those orders," a voice said behind me. I turned around on the couch and saw Mr Stark. "I mean, technically, I was, but I wasn't the one who made the orders. I was ordered to order you to not tell her anything."

 

  My fists clenched. "By who?" I asked, keeping my cool.

 

  "By me," Steve said behind him. I stood up and walked over to the two of them.

 

  "Are you kidding me right now?!" I yelled. "Do you know how upset she would get over you, wishing you weren't dead, wishing she remembered you?! Penelope would literally have to cradle her to sleep, I would talk to her for hours to convince her that what happened happened! And now she hates me! She hates me, and when she finds out about you? She'll hate you and Sharon, and probably every one of the Avengers, because we've all known the truth about her! And none of us bothered to tell her that her dad was actually an Avenger, and the Avenger she looked up to most. The great and mighty, loyal and proud Steve Rogers. Captain America."

 

 

 

 

 

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Independence by wolflynx460 ~ Kate

 

   After giving Tom - or Spider-Man? I didn't even know who that boy was back there anymore - an icy look, I ran and followed the doctor and Penelope. Barry came running next to my side. We entered the building, which had the Avengers symbol all over it. As we stepped in, I almost stumbled and quietly gasped.

 

   The headquarters was massive. The first room we stepped into was giant, with huge vaulted ceilings that went up a few floors and hallways, doors, stairways, and elevators all around us. Most of the building was glass and windows, but there were some normal walls. People in business suits and tight black one-piece or two-piece suits hurriedly walked from here to there, independent or with a companion. Many held pieces of glass that were tablets, or a phone. Most slowed down or stopped to look at Barry and I with confused expressions.

 

   We kept running and passed what seemed like hundreds of doors. How many rooms were in this place? Sometimes, sections of walls would have a strange texture and hexagonal pattern. Out of curiousity, I knocked on it. It was extremely strong - I would have guessed it was vibranium, the same material that Captain America's shield is made out of.

 

   I had been distracted by the building so much that I hadn't realized that other nurses and doctors had joined the first doctor in trying to help Penelope. We finally made it to a certain room - although it didn't seem any different than the others - and two nurses held the doors as they rushed Penelope in. Barry and I tried to come, too, but one nurse stopped us.

 

   "Sorry, kids, you can't come in here," she said after a small pause. She gave us another confused expression, although I realized that she looked at me more than Barry.

 

   "Ma'am, that's my best friend, please let us in," I begged. She sighed and looked behind her. Worried and rushed voices were speaking behind her. She shook her head.

 

   "I'm sorry, we can't let you in," she repeated. Then the first doctor intervened.

 

   "Take them to the living room," he said. "I'm sure the others would be glad to have them."

 

   Shocked, the woman retaliated, "Banner, you can't just-"

 

   "But nothing, Dr. Cho. Take them upstairs," he ordered. Then he added to us, "We'll keep you updated." He went back to focus on Penelope, who was already attached to more wires and doctor-y things. Dr. Cho sighed and walked past us, letting the doors close shut behind her. She walked with a quick and steady pace. I noticed how she walked with her chin up a bit and her chest out. Shoulders back. Obviously, this Dr. Cho was a very proud, confident woman. People nodded respectively towards her as we walked by, and she would glance or give a small nod back. A superior in the building for sure.

 

   The elevator was just glass. All I could see were trees and forest. It was peaceful. A good place for a building that was probably filled with a lot of stress. After the long and awkwardly silent ride, the elevator doors opened to the top floor. We were at a fairly long and large hallway. Directly in front of us was another set of doors with the Avengers symbol on it. This symbol was literally everywhere at these headquarters.

 

   Dr. Cho opened the doors, not bothering to hold them open for us. She was a bit sassy in my opinion. When we entered the room, I had the same dizzy feeling I'd had before. I gasped a bit at how large this "living room" was. It was much bigger than an average living room and had a huge screen, plenty couches and chairs, coffee tables, a kitchen, a dining table, and more. It looked like a luxurious penthouse times five. Random tablets, phones, papers, and more was scattered around the room. What stood past Dr. Cho was what really caught my eye, though.

 

   There stood a fraction of the Avengers. The unmistakable Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, and Tony Stark. Spider-Man was there, too, speaking in an angry tone to the greatest thing in the room. He only wore a casual t-shirt and jeans, but he was immediately recognizable. Steve Rogers.

 

   Dr. Cho cleared her throat loudly, forcing everyone to look up at us three. Steve turned around and looked surprised. Spider-Man, whose mask was off, looked down at his feet. Tony stepped forward first.

 

   "Hey, Dr. Cho. How are you?" He asked casually. She scoffed.

 

   "Look, Bruce and I have a patient downstairs so if you could just take these... kids... that'd be nice," she said. She spun around and barely gave us a glance before bursting back through the doors to the elevator.

 

   "Don't mind her," Tony said. "She's a bit moody, if you know what I mean." Sam and Bucky burst into laughter, which triggered Natasha into punching them both on the shoulders.

 

   "Anyways," Tony said. "Welcome to the Avengers HQ, kiddos. I'm Tony Stark... you obviously know that, I mean, I'm like, the most famous person around but you know. This here is Steve, Natasha, Sam, Bucky, and Peter. Peter Parker." That's what his name was! Peter Parker. I tried to hide the fact that I was happy I finally knew who he was.

 

   Beside me, Barry was in heaven. Something we had in common - we were both obsessed about the Avengers. Barry stuttered a greeting, telling all of them what an honor it was to meet them and how they're truly Earth's mightiest heroes. I held back a laugh at his geekiness until I realized I was the same way. My hands were trembling and a bit sweaty, plus my breathing shuddered a bit.

 

   "I heard about what happened," Natasha said. "I'm sorry. I bet Pene... I mean, your friend, will be fine. She's in the hands of the best doctors in the world right now."

 

   "Minus me," Tony chimed in.

 

   "There's no doctor named 'me'," Natasha replied calmly, not flinching when the whole room laughed and when Bucky slapped her - and hard - on the shoulder.

 

   "Well..." Tony breathed, offended. "That's the end of that conversation. You guys thirsty?" Tony asked us.

 

   "Can I have some water?" I asked shyly, realizing that I hadn't had water in hours. Barry asked for some water as well.

 

   "Sure thing," Tony said with a nod. Then he snapped at Peter and said, "Kid, get them some water."

 

   "Why me?" Peter retaliated. "Just because I'm the youngest Avenger here, doesn't mean I should be bossed around by you antiques!" Natasha shot Peter an icy glare that made him shy away.

 

   "Listen to Stark, kid," Steve said. I looked at him and nearly got lost in his presence. Steve Rogers, the Captain America is everything anyone wants to be. You could say he's 'literally, like, goals' if you were Kylie. He's intelligent, strong, and he has the perspective of a man from the 30's. In my opinion, that's pretty cool. And he's the poster boy for liberty, life, and happiness, three things that the Articles of Confederation and The Great Compromise back in the beginning of America's history focused on giving to all free men in America. Now, that's spread to women and people of all races. Captain America just resembles everything our country aims and needs to be, an old soul with a love and respect for the people, and who has the people's trust for his services. I guess you could say I'm a bit obsessed over Captain America but honestly, how could you not be?

 

   As Peter huffed and walked to the kitchen to get Barry and I some water, Tony motioned for us to sit down on the couches. He began to speak until Peter yelled from the kitchen, "Ice or no ice?!?!" and caused for us all to laugh.

 

   

.........

 

   "So, you're a soccer player?" Tony asked me.

 

   "Yeah," I said, brushing the hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. "I used to be super serious about it, but then I had an accident last year and since then my mom's kind of forbid me to be a professional soccer player." I chuckled uneasily. This wasn't exactly an easy topic for me. Peter's head jolted up when I mentioned the accident.

 

   "Oh, I'm sorry."

 

   "It's fine, I'm fine," I reassured him.

 

   "It's pretty late, these two have been up way longer than they should have been," Natasha said, standing up after looking at the clock. "Hey kid, can you show them to the extra rooms down on your side of the hall?" She asked Peter. He stood up.

 

   "Yeah sure," he said tiredly. "Goodnight guys, I'mma go to sleep too." Tony walked over to Peter and messed up his hair a bit.

 

   "Alright, goodnight kiddo," Tony said. He and Natasha walked out of the living room to the elevator. After saying our goodnights to all of the Avengers, we went into the hallway and Peter took us to the end. He motioned to the two doors at the end, which unlike the rest, had no stickers, newspaper articles, logos, and decorations on it.

 

   "Here you are," he said. "T'Challa isn't here right now, so don't even think about trying to get a private autograph session with him." He said to Barry, who was freaking that his bedroom was next to T'Challa's, the Black Panther. Barry went into his room, saying goodnight to Peter and I. Peter turned and motioned to the room across from Barry's. "This is yours. There's, um, a mini fridge in there with some soda and water. There's a bathroom in there. If you need anything, just um, come get me. I'm in the room next to you, so..."

 

   There was a moment of awkward silence. "Thanks," I said quietly.

 

   "Yeah no problem," Peter said. He walked towards his door.

 

   "Uh, Peter?"

 

   He turned around and I looked for something to say but couldn't think of anything. I let my head drop.

 

   "Yeah, me too," Peter said. We both didn't know what to say. We'd been so close and I had just found out that he'd been lying to me for the months we'd known each other. Now I felt like I was supposed to forgive him, but I didn't even know why he was lying to me in the first place, so how could I truly forgive him?

 

   "Um," Peter stammered. "I have to go back to Queens tomorrow. I had the decathlon coming up and I already missed it last year, so my principal and Mr. Chamberlain and my friends would kill me if I missed it again. If you wanna talk before I leave, I'm leaving at two, so... Yeah. Okay. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight."

 

   "Goodnight," I said quietly. We both entered our rooms and the walls were thin enough that I could hear a sound, as if someone had just flopped onto their bed, in Peter's room. I heard a sigh and jumped onto my own bed. Within minutes, I'd already fallen asleep.

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