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[RACHEL HARPER]

SUN FALL
Marvel universe fan-fiction, slight..sorta AU

:: Prologue ::

New York was buzzing with activity as always, from noon to midnight and back again. Throughout the city, people have been seen popping up with strange features or powers as of late. More so than usual. Spiderman had seen this many times, a gene becoming active through stress, trauma, or puberty. A gene that they possessed, but never expressed. A gene that he, apparently, had awakened early in College. His spidey sense, his wall crawling, strength, endurance, flexibility and reflexes. Even his spider webs, located in sockets in his wrists, had stemmed from it. All because a radioactive spider had decided to bite him and wake it up. Which meant, in simple man terms, that he could be classified as a mutant, since he’d carried the gene his whole life.
Now the college junior was looking through files that had come to him the previous day, files from SHIELD that showed two potential people for this gene awakening, had been missing for three weeks. Three weeks yet no one knew they were gone because they’d only really been gone for three minutes. It was mind-boggling, since it involved a kind of time-illusion that even had Bruce Banner scratching his head. Whoever had done it, had done a good job of hiding their tracks and how they could’ve done it in the first place. Two people though. Both of them the same age, close in birth dates, both friends. It was...odd. Why these two?
Peter had found his answer in another file, this one stating the changes that the gene had made. None too physical. The only one who had a physical feature to them was the slightly younger one, who had an all too familiar addition to their wrists for his liking. The older one had “enhanced senses, empathy, Asgardian physiology” listed, while the younger had “webs, wall crawling, danger sense” listed. Too familiar, for the second anyway. How was he supposed to deal with this? Another having very similar powers to his own. And what was up with one of them having Asgardian physiology?
The mutant frowned. He’d have to meet these two. The files had said that, once they’d realized what they could do, they’d immediately stuck together. Both outright refusing to leave the other where a potentially dangerous situation could come up. The danger sense of the younger helped with that, along with the older’s enhanced senses. They were Sadie Ward and Sophia Wieck. Heck, they even shared the same initials.
The ringing of his cell phone shook him from his musing. Grumbling he picked up the small device and answered it, wishing that no one disturb him yet knowing that it could possibly be important.
“Yes? Who is this?” He asked.
“Have you looked through the files yet, Parker?” It was Nick Fury, director of SHIELD on the other end of the line. Peter tensed, running a hand through his hair as he realized who he was talking to.
“Yessir. I have, and... are you sure the info-” The hero could’ve sworn Fury chuckled.
“Yes, Parker. The information is correct. All of it. Even the kids powers. We’re looking into it now, so don’t go and get your webs in a twist.” Peter had to roll his eyes at that, thankful that Fury couldn’t physically see him through the phone. “And don’t roll your eyes at me Parker.” Okay, maybe he had some sort of sixth sense to.
“What are you planning to do with them Fury? They’re kids.” Peter, if anything, didn’t want the two to be harmed because Fury was being, well, Fury.
“Bring them to the Helicarrier, talk to them, find out what happened to them. Why? Do you want to see them for yourself? They may be kids, Parker, but they could also very well be dangerous, we need to know if they’re a threat.” Wrong choice of words, Fury.
“Look, Director Fury...”
“You know what I mean, Parker, and if you want to see them then you can, just know that they’ll be under surveillance, and guard, while they’re there.” Fury interjected, hanging up before Peter could get another word spoken.
He leaned back in his chair, feeling a weight on his face that made his eyes heavy. He was tired, after a day of trying to study, being a superhero, and now with his talk with Fury. It was frustrating and all the young adult wanted to do was take a nap, sleep for a few hours and leave both the city and the world to deal with its own problems. But he couldn’t, and now was not the time for his school work. With a shallow sigh, he lifted his cell phone again to dial another number, one of a friend of his. After two impatient rings, the other line was finally picked up.
“Hello?” Peter had to close his eyes for a second, wishing he didn’t have to call them at an hour this late but it was important that they at least heard about what was going on. “Hello? Who's there? Do you know what time it is?”
“Gwen. We need to talk. Its serious. Spider serious.”

[RACHEL HARPER]

ch.1 of that Marvel fanfic

:: Chapter 1 ::

“God Sadie, you’re so annoying!” Sophia remarked while her friend simply laughed until she couldn’t breathe anymore. Sadie had been making odd noises, ones like animals and objects for the past thirty minutes. They had been good ones to. Crazy good. How Sadie managed to imitate the sound of a water dropping was beyond her. Yet she did it anyway and now thirty minutes into these sounds, it was getting rather annoying.
Ploop.
“SADIE!!” And there was more laughter, though this was silent as it was coming from the teen’s gut rather than her voice box. “I swear to god!”
“Okay, okay. Geez.” Sadie choked out through her laughter, which was thankfully dying down. Now it was only spontaneous giggle fits.
“Where are we again Sophia? This room’s so bland I’d think it was a cell used for mental people.”
“You are mental, Sadie.”
“Hey!”
“Anyway, we’re in an interrogation room in SHIELD’s Helicarrier.” Sadie’s gave her friend a look.
“And you’re not fangirling? How are you not fangirling? Is there something wrong with you? Are you sick?” Sophia glared back, interrupting before anymore questions could be asked.
“Shouldn’t you be fangirling?”
“I don’t fangirl, Sophia.”
“Then what was that giggling fit you had earlier when we stepped onto this thing?”
“That was me being nervous and anxious.”
“Uh huh, sure.”
“I’m being serious Sophia!”
“I don’t believe you.” Sadie just huffed out a sigh before relaxing in the metal seat she’d been given. They were both sitting at one end of a long, glass-looking table in the middle of a room that was so bare, the white looked like it had different shades from the lighting overhead. There was a window at one side of the room, and a heavy metal door at the opposite end from where the two teens were sitting. There was a few moments of silence between them before Sophia spoke up again.
“Hey Sadie.”
“Yeah?” The brown haired girl asked, her hands folded up on the table.
“I’m bored.” And Sophia really was bored. Bored out her mind from just sitting there with nothing to do but talk to her friend. Sadie remained silent for a minute, thinking.
“Hey, you can crawl along walls and shoot spider webs. How come we aren’t out of this little room by now?”
“Do you want to get on Fury’s bad side?” The mental image was almost as painful as what Sadie imagined the real response from Fury would be.
“Nope.”
Then the door opened as two men stepped inside. One, was Nick Fury, no surprise to the two, now superpowered friends. The other slightly surprised them, seeing as it was Spiderman. Sadie looked over to see Sophia, then back at Spiderman, then back to Sophia with a heavily confused look. The two in question were just staring at each other like they couldn’t believe that the other existed. It didn’t help that she was getting positive emotion from Spiderman to the two of them, and negative at Fury. And Fury was a whole confusing mess that gave her a headache.
“Why do you look like me?” Spider Man and Sophia both said in unison. Sadie grinned despite her headache.
“Well this just got interesting.” Nick Fury muttered mostly to himself, crossing his arms. Louder, even though Sadie had heard him perfectly fine, he added, “Alright kiddies, stop staring at each other, we need to figure out how you got these powers.” You could practically feel his irritation.
Sophia, who had been leaning against the table, inched herself into the available seat next to Sadie, while Spiderman and Nick Fury both sat at the other end, Spiderman, with his feet up on the table leaning back in his chair. He was glaring at Fury every now and then but Fury ignored him. The Director had more of an office-like, authoritative pose, looking rather intimidating with the whole eyepatch and the “glare-stare” on his face.
“Okay so what happened to you two?” Sadie felt herself tense up, she glanced over to see Sophia’s jaw locked in place. Neither wanted to remember what happened. It was 336 hours crunched into only three minutes. Sadie could almost feel her brain straining itself again, trying to push away the memories for her own safety, so she didn’t go insane.
“What. Happened?” Director Fury asked again, grounding out the words. Sadie instinctively tried curling up into a ball in her seat, while Sophia wasn’t doing too much better, twitching.
“Fury, I don’t think...”
“Spiderman, you’re not the one making decisions here. I am.”
“There was lots and lots of pain, okay. Lots and lots of pain. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Please don’t make me think about it.” Sadie mumbled, eyes wide as if seeing something no one else could, curling tighter into herself. Sophia took a few deep breaths, calming first, before focusing on her friend.
“Sadie mainly went through mental pain to get her powers. Mine was mostly physical. Sometimes I think her’s was worse, though she says different. Pushover.”
“Webley.”
“I’m not a Webley!”
“But you’re a spider!”
“But-”
“Um...kids?” Peter asked, hoping to get the two to stop their bickering, even though it did draw Sadie out from whatever state she’d been in. They both immediately shut up, staring at him. Fury coughed into his hand, making both heads swivel toward him. Peter thought it was unnerving, though he knew that Fury would be unaffected.
“You had no records from before you just...suddenly appeared after those three minutes. Nothing. No birth certificates, no death records, no missing person’s report. How?”
“We were whited out. Then we were changed, then ta-da! Here we are.” Sadie explained with a dry tone, her voice having no real humor to it even though she was a generally happy person. Sophia snickered at that.
“We were completely different people, excluding our personalities. You wouldn’t find anything on us because we, as we are now, didn’t exist before those three minutes were up.” Sophia elaborated, expanding on what Sadie had said to get the point across.
“Okay. Fine. What powers do you have?” Fury asked, hoping to get something else out of them since they wouldn’t tell him everything that went on to give them their powers.
“Um. I have enhanced senses and sort of Empathy-”
“What do you mean sort of?” Because sort of didn’t cut it with Director Fury.
“I can sense positive or negative emotion and if its directed toward me or not.”
“...Okay go ahead.”
“And I have…. um, yeah...And Sophia here is a Webley.”
“I’m not a Webley!” Sophia snapped, before sighing and recounting what powers she had, listing them off by the fingers on her hand. “Wall crawling, spider webs and danger sense. That’s it, no. Webley. Involved.”
“Okay, how ‘bout Spidey?” Sophia gave her friend a look.
“That I could deal with.”
“Okay Spidey Girl.”
“It’s Spider Girl, Sadie.”
“Whatever SG.”
Okay, Peter was officially disturbed, even more so than he had been the previous night.
“Fury.” He hissed. “What’s a Webley?”
“I don’t know, Spider Man.” He replied shortly.
“HELLO MIDGARDIANS! WHERE IS THE ONE-EYED MIDGARDIAN? I HAVE GREAT NEWS FOR HIM!!!” Thors’ voice boomed, penetrating the supposed soundproofed walls of the room. The Asgardian himself did open the door and walk in, leaving Fury to bring a hand to his head with a sigh, frustrated.
“HELLO NICK FURYSON!!” Beaming like an idiot.
“Thor. What are you doing on my Helicarrier?” Nick Fury’s voice grew more angry with every word spoken.
“I bring good ne....who are these small ones and what are they doing here?”
Sadie and Sophia, well, they were staring at Thor with something of amazement or awe. Sadie had this huge stupid grin on her face.
“Fangirl.” Sophia muttered.
“Am not!” Peter had to hold back the snickers that threatened to rise from his mouth.
“What’s the news, Thor?” Fury asked, hoping to get this over with.
“Jane has agreed to marry me!” Silence.
“That’s great Thor.” Fury said in a dismissive tone, not wanting to deal with the Asgardian at all right now.
“Who are the small ones?”
“Sophia and Sadie, Thor.”
“Why are they here?”
More silence, which by then Sadie couldn’t exactly take.
“For the love of all that’s holy! One, that’s great Thor, I’m very happy for you. And two, we are being asked some questions by Mr. Fury over there and Mr. Spiderman is with him.”
“Thor, I suggest you leave the room for a bit. You can talk to the kids later-”
“We’re teenagers, sir. Not kids.” Sophia piped in. Fury just gave her a look.
“Anyway, you can talk to them later. Alright? I need to finish up here first.” Thor nodded his head before leaving the room.
Peter had to hand it to Fury, nothing fazed him much. Not even a Norse god getting married to a human.
“I have a question.” All eyes turned him. The college student pointed a finger at Sophia. “Why do you look like me?”
Sophia raised an eyebrow. “Uh no, you look like me.”
“Well I was born first.”
“Yeah but...I got nothing. And no, I don’t know how I look like you.”
“Liar.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Am I?”
“Yes now please will you tell me why you look like me.” Peter couldn’t take it anymore. The question had been bugging him for hours now, ever since he’d seen her picture in her file. It itched and he’d go crazy if he didn’t know.
“Well you see, what had happened was...”
“It’s because you’re his clone-daughter!” Sadie piped up, though looking anything but happy.
“Clone-daughter?” Everyone else, yes even Fury, asked, attention now turned to her.
“Yeah, clone-daughter. What, no one told you?” Sadie asked Sophia. The other girl shook her head. “Well one guy wanted a clone of Spiderman here but they couldn’t get enough DNA so they got the DNA of this one girl, dunno who it is though, supposed to be close to Spiderman though, so you were “made” as a clone but you’re not one. You’re his daughter!”
Whatever facial expression that Peter had a moment ago was gone. Gone like tickets to the that new Ironman movie that no one in this universe will ever know about. He blinked, trying to process the shear fact that he had a daughter. Sophia, despite the fact that she had blonde hair instead of his brown, and a slightly different skin color, she looked a lot like him. Like, face, eyes and general build and everything else. Except she was a girl, so she couldn’t be his clone. If she were a clone, she would be a he. Sadie’s explanation was, if not completely correct, the most accurate one they had to go on right now.
Fury hummed, thinking. “Why did they want a clone of Spiderman?”
“They wanted to find out how his powers worked and developed.” It was a simple, almost obvious explanation, yet said with the least amount of emotion that Sadie could conjure up.
“Alright.” The Director said after a few minutes, standing up. “Sophia, you’ll be staying with Spider Man. Sadie....you can stay with Thor for now.”
“Okay!” She exclaimed, happy again.
“Fangirl.”
“I’m not a fangirl Sophia....I just think Thor’s cool is all.”
“Right...”
“You said my name, Nick Fury Son?” Thor asked, poking his head back into the room.
“Thor I thought I told you to...you know what, never mind. Sadie here,” Fury momentarily paused to point out Sadie. “Will be staying with you and Jane for now. Is that alright with you?” He asked even though he didn’t exactly care if it was okay with the Norse god or not.
“I will watch over the small one, Nick Furyson. Come on, Sadie!” He walked up to the teen, pulled her up out of her chair and lead her out of the room before anyone could say anything else.
“Thor! Stop it you’re gonna pull my arm out of its socket!”
“My apologies, small one.”
“Yep.” Sophia said with a mischievous grin. “Fangirl.”

[RACHEL HARPER]

THE WAY THINGS ARE

They’d all been locked up here for who knows how long. After the first three months they gave up on counting days or weeks. They don’t remember much of anything before the white walls, the indoor halls, or the Park, but they do know that they aren’t normal by any means. They’ve all been given a code that identifies themselves amongst the others at this place they seem to be in. At this point they don’t care how they achieve their goal, all they want are answers and a way out of this prison they know as their “home”.
YJ After Endgame What If, Will try to keep everyone as canon as situations and consequences will allow
SuperMartian, Spitfire, Family!Team, Daddy!Bats

ROBIN

“We didn’t come for a play date.”
“Okay. I’m officially whelmed.”
“Uh, KF? How ‘bout we not tick off the guy that can fry us with a look?”
“I hacked the motion sensors.”

Robin shot up with a choked gasp. He was warm, sweating profusely, yet the room he was in held barely any warmth to it at all. Taking in deep breaths of air, the teen tried to figure out what happened, and where he was now. He gripped his head with both hands, feeling a headache coming on and groaning because of the pain he was now aware of everywhere else. He was in a small room, backed into one of the corners with a blanket and pillow. Neither were very comfortable, he noticed. He supposed that the prison-like bed that was bolted to one wall wasn’t very comforting either. Perhaps that was why he was tucked away in a corner? He wasn’t sure.
There was an odd taste in his mouth and a nauseous feeling in his stomach and throat. There was some kind of weight on his back that he couldn’t identify and the room around his was either blinding white or a light yet dull and boring grey. Looking down to inspect himself, he noticed that he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and slightly baggy pants, both grey, with plain looking shoes and socks that were white.
What else was here?
Robin looked around, focusing on the room instead of how he got here and other such complicated questions. It made his headache fade to being tolerable, so he made sure to remember it later.
There was a sink, a toilet, a small mirror and the door which had a small barred window-like opening near the top. There were no air vents that he could see, but he could feel a breeze, probably from the window. Great, there was no way to get out of here, as far as he knew of course.
With a sigh, the hero shifted a little, not wanting to leave the mess of blankets that were pulled into what looked suspiciously looked like a bird’s nest. Another blanket had been laid over him, while pillows, though scratchy and flat, were scattered haphazardly around the makeshift bed. Sorry, nest. Two of which he’d laid his head on.
Another shift and Robin managed to get himself to his feet, struggling to stand upright with the odd weight on his back in between his shoulder blades. He turned his head as far as it would go, only managing to see something out of the corner of his eye. Great, so he couldn’t see what he had on his back and he knew for a fact that the mirror above the sink was too small to see whatever it was. Guess he’d have to wait and see what happens. He needed answers if he was to figure out what kind of situation he’d be put in. Now if only he had his memory to, that would be great.

AQUALAD

They were in the Park again. A giant area enclosed by a dome, more than five hundred acres. The surrounding buildings were what made up the place that he, and the others, were held in. They nicknamed it the Dungeon as a whole, the biodome that acted as a massive, human conrolled habitat was nicknamed the Park, while each building had their own names. The one housing all the labs and testing rooms was the Studio. There were four that housed the people here, nicknamed Apartments, and each of their rooms were Cabins.
They, being his friends in the Dungeon. First came Miss Martian as far as he knew, then himself, with Kid Flash and Artemis next, then Superboy. Even though Miss Martian was here first, he had ultimately taken up the role of the leader, caretaker, or as Kid Flash would joke, the den mother of the group seeing as there was no other to take up a parental role in their lives at this point. They’d only see each other while at the Park, but they ended up staying there for weeks at a time whenever the lab-coats weren’t giving them tests.
There were hundreds of kids here, all of whom made an effort to stake out a territory within the biodome and keep it. The lab-coats never did anything about it, thinking nothing of it besides how they all chose to react to one another. Thinking of them as something less than human.
His group had taken “control” of the area around a lake, not too large but pretty sizable with a river and an a nice island. The island is where they made their camp here, where they slept and ate and told jokes and stories to pass the time. Miss Martian was fishing right now, while Superboy and Artemis were out hunting whatever they could find that the labcoats had put in here. Kid Flash was running around, helping out with Miss M or Superboy and Artemis whenever he could. Aqualad himself had taken up a patrol of sorts. Kid had taken the shift before him, so he was “resting” right now. Yeah right. He was also on duty to figure out the territories of those nearby, but hasn’t seemed to have done it yet.
Not that the others weren’t friendly. They were to an extent, but Aqualad knew everyone kind of had their own agenda. Their own way to survive that may not include teaming up or socializing with anyone.
“Ow! Hey! Lemme go!”
Aqualad? What was that? Miss Martian asked through the telepathic link she’d established with everyone as soon as they all entered the Retreat. A precaution they all took as soon as they entered the Park, and something the lab-coats seem to have no knowledge of.
I’m not sure Miss M, but I will find out. The leader responded before gearing himself up to move. He was on the lake shore, on a natural cave which acted as more of a sunbathing rock than anything else. He liked it there, seeing as it was on one of the harder to reach places of the lakeside. He had been sitting on top of the rock formation looking out toward the forest, but now had switched to a crouch as he judged who was approaching.
Miss M. Can you sense anything? He asked through the link.
Be careful. There’s the new kid, but there’s also three labs with him. Aqualad nodded his head, while his mind was a buzz of activity. Why so many? Usually there was only one, two for those like Superboy and Kid Flash. But three? What did they give this new one?
Any idea on the new kid? What he calls himself at least?
He calls himself Robin in his mind, but everything else seems shielded and guarded. I cannot get through without risking harm. The telepath replied, mystified probably at the fact that she couldn’t see into someone’s mind. Only the lab-coats were like that, and they were aided by special devices on their person.
Alright. Tell Kid Flash that we’re doing a rescue op of a new kid.
What if he turns on us later? Being a pet for the lab-coats. Kid Flash asked, jumping in on the conversation as he moved to crouch down beside his “alpha”. Sometimes the lab-coats really weren’t so creative with terminology.
That’s a risk we’re going to have to take for now. As soon as we know he’s safe from the lab-coats, then we can determine whether or not to let him into our pack.

ROBIN

“I said lemme go! Are you guys even listening to me?! Hey- ow! Watch it!”
The people in lab-coats had come to take him...somewhere. Robin didn’t know where, but tried to memorize the hallways and passages they took. Left, right, left, through a set of double doors, down an elevator, right, right, left. The rest seemed impossible. Everywhere he looked he saw white, white, or a very light grey like his clothing. If he didn’t get out of here he might just go insane.
“Shut up ya brat!” Wham! The lab-coat who said this got a fist to the face as a reply, knocking him off balance and sending him to the floor. Being one of the ones who was holding Robin so he couldn’t escape, the youn teen took the opportunity that presented itself and used his freed hand to twist the other scientist’s arm and break free.
“Did someone call for the welcoming committee?!”
“KF! Focus!”
“I am! I’m kicking Lab butt!”
The next thing Robin knew, the people in lab-coats were gone. Completely gone and in their place was a kid a little older than him and one that was older than both of them.
“Ha ha! Still got it. Hey, kid, you okay? Not hurt too bad?” The redhead asked. He had a handful of berries, which kind Robin didn’t know, and was popping them into his mouth one by one like some did popcorn. Thrown into the air and catching them in your mouth.
“I...I’m fine. I’m Robin.”
“I’m Kid Flash, nice to meet ya. This ‘ere’s Aqualad.” The eldest of the two nodded his head, his facial expression calm and collected. “So. You new?”
“KF. If he wasn’t then he’d know not to fight them when they take us here.”
"Yeah yeah." Aqualad gave a sigh.
"Aren't you supposed to be on scout duty right now?"
"I was getting around to it when you asked me to be to be here!"
"It should've already been done but instead you were being lazy and were procrastinating. Now get to it before I decide to call in Artemis to deal with you." Robin cracked a small smile. Maybe they could help him figure this whole place out. Maybe they could help him find out why he was here, and how to get out. He knew one things for sure though. There was never going to be a dul moment around these people.

[RACHEL HARPER]

COMPLETELY NEW IDEA!!!

What if you're trainng most of your life, or at least for a long time, in this one specific area which you love. You believe that your calling would have something to do with this. When in fact your calling in life turns out to be something completely different (it's not, you just believe it is) and you're failing at it. So you essentially believe you are failing at your purpose in life (in reality its the opposite of what you are) and you don't know why because you think that it's what you're meant to do.

The reason you believe that this is your calling instead of your actual calling (what you've been working on) is because your memory had been altered. You were dumped these twisted versions of your memories, of a calling in life that doesn't match up with your persona, and you don't realize any of it.

Yet there has to be someone or something responsible for all this right? Well, that's something you're going to have to figure out on your own, without your original, true memories. This, is going to be harder than it sounds isn't it?

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So yeah, that's my random thought for a story that I may/may not develop into an actual story. Even so, it sounded great in my head and I had to write it down.