~Nicole~

I always dreamed of saving the world, being a hero and having amazing superpowers. I would always beg my father to buy Avengers memorabilia and visit with Steve, Clint, Nat, Bruce, or Thor in Avengers Tower. As a result, I knew everything about the Avengers, and I was like a kid sister to them all. Iron Man (obviously) was my favorite, with the red and golden suit and blasters. Still, every Avenger was badass in their own way.

I wished to be a thunder god, or a stealthy, secret warrior. Maybe I could be a strong warrior without being a green monster. No offense, Hulk. Clint tried to teach me archery but the arrows always kept flying past the bullseye. I don't know why I'm so obsessed over superheroes...Maybe-

"I know you're awake, Nic. You stopped snoring." Lex shouted. I quickly pulled the covers down, acting appalled. "I do not snore!"

She laughed, walking out of the room. I gently nudged Zel in the bed next to me. She stirred, turning over to face me. Zel opened one eye. "Oh, hi, Nic..."

"Come on, little sis." I whisper, trying to wake her. She rolled her eyes. "You know I'm the big sis, right, little sis?" Zel taunted.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, kiddo." I chuckle. We quickly got dressed, walking to the kitchen. We lived comfortably in one of the many high-rises Tony owns, for a large family. We just usually ate fruit or cereal for breakfast, or some granola bars, as our dad wasn't the best cook in the world. Lex was like a mother, even though she was only 16, one year older than me and Zel. There were 11 of us in total. Yes, my parents breeded like rabbits.

Our mom had died 9 years ago when we were little, and the youngest sister, Val was a newborn. We've never had a normal childhood. My father, Tony Stark, was a filthy rich billionaire and he flaunted it.

Lex, Rose, Zel, Julie, and I go to a smart kids' high school which I can't remember the name of. Tony insists that Happy take us to school in one of the many luxury cars, but the rest of us feel embarrassed to be seen as spoiled brats, which we weren't. No one really knows we're Tony's kids, because we all have the name of our mom, Vanya Iverson.

We walk to school. I don't mind walking. It helps me stay relaxed from the stress of life. I loathe school. Snakes live there, waiting to bite and tear at me. Don't pity me. I've grown a tough skin.

Walking into the school, I walk to where Andy, Ace, Meg and the space twins sit. The space twins are Nova and Sirius, two exchange students from somewhere I can't remember. They look mystifying and strangely beautiful, and they are caring. They better not be vampires.

Andy smiles at me. She pats the space next to her, gesturing me to sit. Amanda Meredith Quill was a true friend since day one. She's also an orphan. She lives with her grandpa, a nice old man. She loves to laugh and make people smile. Don't underestimate her though. She's a wolf with all bite. Andy doesn't remember her parents, only her mother's brown-blonde hair and her shiny blue eyes.

Ace is a nice and funny boy. He has a crush on Andy, but won't admit it. He's surprisingly strong for a teenager. Ace breaks things easily, like he smushed a carton of milk in one hand. He's protective of his friends and family.

His sister Meg is an introvert like me. She is Ace's shadow, but when you get to know her, she is a legitimately interesting person. Meg is a fighter as well, and a genuine friend. I know her mom, Mrs. Carter. She's kind of mysterious, but I guess all adults have their secrets.

"Niccolleee! Are you listening?" Andy snaps her fingers in front of my eyes. I wake up from my trance. "Heh...sorry, Andy. You were saying something?" I smile.

"Okay...so, do you ever get the feeling that something good is about to happen?" Andy asks the group. Meg shrugs. "Yeah, but then it turns out to be a false alarm."

Andy rolls her eyes. "Come on, Megsy. Don't be a pessimist." Meg blows a bubble with her gum. Andy continues a conversation that switches from talking about intuition to wanting to become an Avenger, the life dream of a superhero fan.

"Thor is a bombshell, to be honest. But Loki is even better." Meg says. Nova laughs. "He may be a villain, but he's OUR villain." The blonde smiles. (Loki is dad)

"Wow...we just suddenly started talking about hot guys. Unbelievable." Ace rolls his eyes and converses with Sirius about guy stuff.

I can feel my hand warm up a little. It's probably just sweat. I wipe it on my pant leg. And then, I see the devil itself. "Look what came out of the trash. Hello, Nicholas." It's Silver Serpent, aka Sarah Grey.

"It's Nicole, you fungus."

"Okay, rat's nest. You better back off from my boyfriend or you're gonna get what's coming to you." She hisses. Oh...so she's talking about Shane.

"He's not even your boyfriend and doesn't even like YOU." I snap. "Go away, bitch."

The snake slithers away, angry and seething. I roll my eyes, going back to my conversation. "How long are you gonna let Snaky Silver hiss at you?" I hear Zel say. I sigh. "She doesn't bother me. Her old school tricks are expired. I just like toying with her."

"Let's face it, Nic. She's kind of getting to you." Andy says. I sigh again. "I kind of feel it getting to me."

Nova pipes up. "One day, Nic, that snake will get stepped on." I nod. The bell rings for the first period of the day. We all go to our separate classes. I do not look forward to today.
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Ah...first period with Mr. Garcia, Spanish. It comes easy to me. Remarkably, Sarah doesn't look my way. I sit close to Alice Hargreeves, a goth girl, but she's also a down-to-earth person. Shane Russell was my former crush in 6th grade. He's been "dating" Snaky Silver on-and-off since then. I don't know what he sees in her.

Peter Parker is also one of my acquaintances. I would consider him a best friend, too. On my very first day here, he showed me around the school and even sat next to me at lunch. This was before I met everyone else. He's cute too, which is a plus. Please shut up, brain. I'm talking. He's good at Physics and at gym, which is not my forte. I'm more of a literature and writing type of girl.

Tony knows that I am friends with Peter Parker, even though he doesn't know who he is. He's chill with it, but he wouldn't want any boys around his little girl. He just tells me to not do anything stupid with him or get into trouble...whatever that means.

I smile at Peter as we are grouped up for a Spanish project. "Hola, Señor Parker. What's up?" He gives me that goofy grin of his. Nicole, STOP.

"Hola, Señorita Iverson. I'm just my same old self. How are you?" He asks. I shrug. "Just the usual." We are deep into conversation about random stuff. I can't help but feel a tingle in my brain.

"We haven't hung out in a long time." I say. "Do you want to do the project together at your house?"

"Why not your house? Just wondering, you know." He asks.

"My dad doesn't want people to just show up, sorry. Even if it is just a friend." I smile.

"Okay, sure. So, I was thinking..." Peter starts. The bell rings, cutting him off. People pack up and go to second period. Peter stops me, grabbing my hand. I blush pink. "Hey, Nic! I was thinking if you wanna do some of the project at my apartment? Here's the address. Is 4pm good?" He asks. I take the paper with his address and nod. "See you at 4, Mr. Parker." I smile.

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch. Lunch is okay, except Snaky Sarah  wouldn't stop bugging me. Peter and I started the project a little, and then we're going to finish it later. 4th period is after, which is gym. That is a horrible idea, but whatever.

As usual, Coach Wilson makes us do some warm up laps. I wore my contacts today, not wanting my glasses to get sweaty and oily. As I run, I feel a stinging sharpness in my eyes. I try not to worry. Maybe I just got some dirt in my eyes. I wipe them as I run. The stinging goes away. A few laps later and we are on to our exercise routine.

The stinging comes back, even more painful. It's like lights are being shined in my eyes. I wince and close them. It still hurts. Now, a migraine is starting to form. I furiously wave my hand at the Coach.

"Can I please go to the restroom? I think I have something in my eyes!" I try not to panic. Peter looks at me worriedly. "Hurry up, Iverson. Try not to take long." Wilson says nonchalantly.

I run to the door, trying to make sure I know where I'm going. I race to the girls' restroom. Everything is starting to blur. What is happening? I look in the mirror. I stare at my eyes. There are swirls of neon blue in the whites of my eyes and everywhere in the eye.

I wipe my eyes. They still hurt. I take out my contacts and splash water in my eyes. Whatever I saw is gone. I splash my face and replace my glasses. Maybe it was nothing. The headache is still there though. I walk back to class like nothing happened.

"Are you okay, Nic?" Peter asks me. I smile. "Yeah! I'm fine, it was my contacts bothering me." We continue to finish our exercises, not worrying about anything.
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The day goes by quickly. Nothing else happened after that fiasco. Maybe it was nothing. I walk back to the high rise with my sisters. I did not tell anyone about what I saw. They'd probably think I'm crazy.

I drop my things on my desk. Sitting down and taking a deep breath in. Zel walks in, looking at me worriedly. "What is it, Nic?"

I shake my head. "Just thinking about life." I weakly smile. "That reminds me...I have to go to Peter's house." I stand to go to the door.

"Be careful, Nic. I know something's troubling you. Just know that you can tell me or any of us girls, okay?" Zel hugs me.

"Calm down, Zel! It's not like I'm going to die!" I laugh, and hug her. "You're like Lex!" She fakes being offended and smiles.

Tony stops me at the door. "Don't do anything stupid, kid. You have your pepper spray?" He asks. I roll my eyes.

"Tony, please. I can handle myself." I say.

"Do you want Happy to take you? 'Cause he can." Tony persists.

My lips are in a sharp line. "Tony. Dad...I'm okay. I'm 15. I can walk by myself."

Tony sighs. "I know. You're my daughter. Just...don't kiss on the first date." He smirks.

"Why does everyone tell me that? I do not like Peter like that! He is my best friend!" I sputter.

"I'm messing with ya, kid. Constant vigilance, Okay?" He says.

"Okay, grandpa." I hug Tony.

I say goodbye to the girls and leave for the Parker residence. Why am I so nervous? I've hung out with Peter before...but never at his own house! He has an aunt named May, I think. In some ways, Peter and I are like the same. Surprisingly, he lives near my home.

I go up the floors and reach the Parker apartment. I knock nervously. Nicole, what is it with you today? Someone has to know. A woman opens the door. "Hi, I'm Nicole Iverson and I'm here to work on a project with Peter. Is he here?" I say, trying to shove the nerves down.

The woman smiles. "Yes. Peter has been expecting you. You can call me May. It's nice to meet you, Nicole."

May leads me inside. "He's in his room." She points at a simple, white door. I knock on it. "Hey, it's me, Nic." I say. Peter opens it. "Oh, hey Nic!" He lets me sit down on the chair next to his desk, while he sits down on his bed. I smile.

"Nice room, kind of better than mine." I say.

"Aw, thanks. I tidied up a bit before you got here. Didn't want to make a bad impression." He grins. My heart warmed at that. "You could never make a bad impression." I tell him.

We start our work on the project, brainstorming and formulating it. You had to make a dish and record it in Spanish. I kind of edged myself closer to Peter. My brain is going a thousand miles per hour. What is happening?

I accidentally touched his hand. "Oh wow! Your hand is hot!" He laughed. I nervously chuckled. "Sorry...I sweat sometimes."

Please, someone help. My eyes stung again. "I got something in my eye again. Um... where's the bathroom?" I said, trying to find somewhere to calm down without worrying Peter.

"It's down the hall on the left." He said. I briskly walk to the bathroom, shutting the door and bracing my hands on the sink. I look at the mirror. My eyes are glowing neon blue. Now both of my eyes are flickering. I close them but the blue doesn't seem to want to go away.   The sink is becoming hot. I take my hands off the sink. The bright blue light is spreading to my hands. Even my veins are turning neon blue.

I breathe deeply, trying not to have a panic attack. Fuck. I shake my hands, try to splash water on them but nothing works. Tears roll down my eyes. I wince, squeezing my eyes shut and balling my fists.

"Are you okay in there?" Peter asks. It's been 20 minutes. "Yeah! Just a minute!" I call out. Come on, brain! The violet light isn't going away! I think of a plan.

I open the door and try not to meet Peter's eyes. I turn deep red. "Sorry, Pete. I have to go. My sister called me for an emergency." I lied. I stuck my hands in my hoodie pockets and put on my hood. "Um...okay! Well, I'll see you tomorrow." He says. I keep my gaze lowered so no one sees my eyes.

I swiftly walk as fast as I could. The night sky is starting to appear. I try not to meet anyone's gaze but I need to stay alert. My glasses do not help one bit. I walk pass alleyways and I hear a guy shout.

"Please don't hurt me! Here's the money!" I hide behind a parked car and look at the scene. A small bank is being robbed. A teller is holding his hands as four masked robbers are ransacking the safe. Unfortunately, my stubborn self decides to step up to the plate.

"Hey! You guys stop it!" I yell. The four men look at me, a stupid 15-year-old girl, and laugh, as one would. "Go home, kid. Or we'll shoot holes in you!"

"Run along assholes!" I yell. My adrenaline rises. They point their guns...and shoot. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Thoughts race in my head. I'm sorry, Dad. I should've stayed home. You would say, "this is where the story ends, Nicole." But how could I tell you MY story if I'm dead?

The 4 bullets bounce off me. The guys look at me worriedly. I meet my bright blue eyes with their scared ones. I show them my hands. Then, the guys point their guns at the teller.

"Is this some kind of trick? Don't hurt us, freak. Or we'll hurt him!" The man looks at me in fear. I give the teller a small nod and he seems to know my plan. With a power I didn't even know I had, I feel myself slowly levitate and I raise my hands in their direction. Beams of bright blue energy fly at them and the 4 men are pushed into the wall, knocked unconscious. The wall crumbles from the force of my energy.

My hands power down, the light gone from them. My feet slowly touch the ground. The teller looks at me, dazed and confused. He stutters out, "Who are you?"

My heart hammers in my ears. The next words come out clearly. "Lapis."
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If you liked this chapter, feel free to vote! More chapters are coming soon. Okay, maybe I will put some MJ in there (we'll see what happens :). Hopefully the timeline is clear enough. This takes place during CA: Civil War so be prepared to see some action in the later chapters. And this is a Spider-Man x OC story :P And the Iversons are Tony's kids...no one knows that. Peter is gonna be shook