


Where We Stand

by JittaBug



Category: Ultimate Spider-Man
Genre: Adventure, Romance
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2012-10-19
Updated: 2012-10-19
Packaged: 2013-07-26 09:26:09
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 783
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8623906/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4006817/JittaBug
Summary: Jordyn Barnes has always wondered about her life. Why she seems to make things float, and why she can hear other people's thoughts. That is until her mom sends her a package containing a small bottle. She then needs the help of a certain science nerd to find out her past, and he needs her to help defeat Taskmaster. PeterxOC. The first chapter is short, but it is only the prologue.





	Where We Stand

**A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first USM fanfiction, and I'm super excited for this! This is just a Peter x OC story, so sorry if you don't like those. Also, I used google translate for this, since more people speak English than my mother tongue. **

**Disclaimer: I don't own USM, I only own my OC Jordyn.**

One foot in front of the other.

My feet barely grazed the black road as I ran. You see, when I ran it was if I was flying. When I ran I was weightless. I let my feet guide me home as I zigzagged through the maze of cars. I ignored the loud, angry honks from the drivers as I squeezed between the bumpers, until I finally reached the sidewalk. I didn't stop running, though. I made my way through the crowd of tourists and businessmen, throwing out an "excuse me," there and a, "Pardon me," here.

My dad and I recently moved to New York for his work. I honestly don't even know what he does, he barely tells me anything about it. One thing I knew for sure I didn't want to do was move to New York. All I ever hear about from New York is how much crime there is, which literally scared me to death when my dad broke the news.

I was flying across the pavement at top speed, getting weird looks from tourists with huge cameras wrapped around their necks. I wasn't scared of some villain like Venom to pop out of nowhere and attack me! I needed to get to the Post Office as soon as possible. My mom said that she would send me a letter or package or something, a late Christmas present (in March I might add) or something, even though Dad told me not to count on it.

My mom and dad split up when I was around 8, so it was a pretty bad experience for me. My mom said that she wasn't ready to take care of me, since I look too much like my dad, and told me that I should just live with him. My dad is still sad, it's obvious. I'm almost 17 now, and since they split, I've only seen her about 12 times.

I rushed into the Post Office, and the bells at the top of the door chimed. I practically sprinted to the P.O boxes and fumbled my keys out of my backpack. Apartment key, no. Car keys, no. Once I finally found the box key, my hands were shaking like crazy. I missed my mom, and I liked it when my parents were together. Not seeing her when I wake up in the morning is devastating. I flung open the tiny door, and inside was a box, just a tiny one, with a note. I quickly locked the door and started to walk out of the door.

I made my way to my apartment, and let my self in. My dad was still at work, and he got a great deal on the penthouse apartment, so there was definitely enough room for the two of us. I sat down at our small glass kitchen table and pulled the note from the envelope. I read it about 10 times before my brains processed the information.

_Dear Jordyn,_

_I probably should've told you this years ago, but I didn't think you were old enough to handle it. One of the reasons your father and I split was because of you. Not of what you did, of what happened to you. When you were about three years old, you contracted a rare disease, something my father and I couldn't handle. Being a scientist myself, I had heard about a serum that could help the immune system, and we used it on you. The serum had a different reaction then we thought, and there was a weird reaction. By the time you were 8, you levitating things behind your back when you got angry, and knowing our thoughts. In the box is the bottle with a tiny bit of the serum left. See if you can make anything of it. _

_Mom _

I felt like throwing up. What my mom basically just told me was that I'm so freak mutant with freaky superpowers. I opened the box with my keys and looked at the small bottle filled just a little bit with a weird purple liquid. I didn't knkw what to do with this. I needed a science nerd, and I needed one fast.

I needed to call Peter Parker.

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