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Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

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xv: Peter Parker's Detective Agency

"The party was a disaster, everyone started chanting 'Penis Parker' and I called Peter so he would go home instead of back to Liz's place."

"Why did it take him so long? He was away a whole hour," C.C. frowned.

"He said he saw something related to the weapons the guys at the ATM had used and went to investigate."

"On his own? He hasn't called me at all since last night, what's wrong with him?"

"You can ask him," Ned responded. "I'm not getting involved in your thing with Peter."

C.C. forced Pietro to promise he wouldn't say a thing to Peter about the previous night, she'd made MJ promise the same thing, and now she was trying to forget she'd burst into tears in front of her friends, she was uncomfortable and tense, and this new information wasn't making things better.

The girl didn't speak for the most part of the morning, and when Peter told her to meet him at the workshop her anger only increased, yet she kept it quiet, waiting for the moment he would notice she was upset.

Right now, however, he was striking a piece of the Chitauri weapon with little to no safety measures, and she was glaring at him from a safe place at the far corner of the table.

"Hey, thanks for bailing on me," Ned approached them.

Peter barely reacted. "Yeah, well, something came up."

He showed Ned the little glowing rock and their friend stared in awe.

"What is that?"

"I don't know. Some guy tried to vaporize me with it," He said casually.

C.C. scoffed, but the boys didn't seem to hear.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah..."

"Awesome!" Peter gave him an annoyed look and Ned fixed his mistake. "I mean, not awesome. Totally uncool of that guy. SO scary."

"...Well, look, I think it's a power source..."

"Yeah, but it's connected to all these microprocessors— that's an inductive charging plate, that's what I use to charge my toothbrush."

C.C. leaned closer to see, she wasn't much of an expert when it came to tech talk, she wasn't much of an expert at anything except espionage and fighting techniques. She'd been taught to use some high-tech stuff at S.H.I.E.L.D, but she'd never been shown how to build it from scratch.

"Whoever's making these weapons is combining alien tech with ours," Peter explained.

"That is literally the coolest sentence anyone has ever said," Ned breathed.

"Friday said it first," She grumbled.

Peter glanced at her but Ned spoke and distracted the boy from her bad mood.

"I just want to thank you for letting me be part of your journey, into this amazing—"

Peter slammed the hammer against the object and the glowing stone flew out of the table.

"Keep your fingers off the blades!" The teacher warned absently.

C.C. lost her patience.

"Can you be any less careful?" She hissed. "That Chitauri thing could blow up a whole city for all we know and you're here hammering against it! Hand it over!"

She snatched the hammer away from his hand, the boys shared a panicky expression. Peter spoke in a slightly frightened tone. "You okay, C.C?"

She glared at him, picking up her stuff hastily.

"I'm fantastic, but it's not like you'd notice if it were any other way, would you? You're too busy playing hero, desperately trying to look cool. You don't care about what I have to say."

"I care about you, I asked you to come for a reason!" He pouted. "But all you've done is sit there and glare at us and I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but we could use Copycat's help here, you know?"

She stared at him, Peter really did not understand he was upsetting her, it disappointed her.

"I'll see you guys later."

"I'm mad at Peter," She announced as soon as she found Pietro and MJ.

She didn't know if the pair could be called "friends", but Pietro seemed to be the only boy MJ could stand apart from Ned and Peter, and he liked spending time with MJ cause she didn't talk much and he, much like C.C., got tired of having to listen to the ramblings of other teenagers.

"Really?" Pietro raised a brow.

"I stormed out of the workshop and now I don't know how to approach him after this, so I guess I'll be mad until I stop feeling uneasy."

"Have you never apologized before?" MJ put her book down. "Cause you could apologize and this would be over."

C.C. pondered. "I don't want to apologize."

"Why not?"

"She'll have to explain why she got mad in the first place," Pietro smirked.

"You'd have to tell Peter how you feel about him and Liz, got it," MJ snorted. "Sounds terrible, that's exactly why I avoid catching feelings for anyone."

"C.C. used to say the same thing— she was all 'I don't care about people, they're replaceable!' and now she cries at parties cause a lanky boy won't look her way."

"I came here asking for help and all you're doing is make fun of me," She scowled. "Maybe I should get angry at you too."

"You wouldn't last a day without us," MJ stated. "Sit and touch the grass or something, right now what you need is to calm down a little."

"I agree with Jones," Pietro hummed. "People don't think right when they're mad, you'll see it will feel much easier wanting to apologize to Peter once you've calmed down."

"Hey, do you guys have any plans for this Friday?"

"Why, are you going to ask us on a date?" Pietro hummed.

"Don't be nasty, P.J." C.C. made a face. "I don't. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'll like to go watch the academic decathlon in D.C., it's my first time going and... I don't know, I guess I'd like to have you there."

"Aww, are you growing fond of us? Are we your soft spot?"

"Stop. Stop it right now," MJ stood and grabbed her things. "You have until Thursday to let me know."

"I can't, sorry," Pietro said. "I've got a party."

"I don't trust P.J. enough to leave him alone at a party, but considering I was the one that made a scene last time... I guess he'll be okay on his own."

"So you're saying you're coming with me?" MJ asked, trying not to look eager.

"Yeah sure," She smiled.

"Great," MJ nodded. "See you guys."

"Wait, I forgot my history book."

"Don't take long."

She rushed back into the school, spotting two strange men a the far end of the hallway. C.C. saw Peter run out of the opposite corner and follow the two, Ned's head peered out from behind the wall but he didn't move. Sensing that those guys had to do with Peter's little adventure the prior night, she moved in the same direction as them.

They had entered the workshop in which Peter had been tearing apart the Chitauri weapon, he was on the stairs listening intently to their talk, but he hadn't noticed her. He left the safe space to get a closer look but moved a chair in the process.

Peter stuck himself upside down to a table, one of the guys had noticed the movement and was walking towards him. C.C. quickly took action, she walked down the stairs loudly, and spoke in a firm, curious voice:

"Oh, you must be the electrician! This is not the place where we'll be hosting our homecoming, though, let me walk you to the court!"

"Er... no, it's fine," one of the men spoke to her. "We actually just finished here, Sir. If you could just point us to the main exit..."

"You go upstairs and turn left, then you walk straight to the end of the corridor, you can't miss it."

Both men walked past her -or Mr. Dell in their eyes- and abandoned the workshop.

She waited a minute before speaking. "You can come out now, Peter."

The boy slowly appeared from under the table, he looked up at her in confusion until C.C. shifted back into her original form, the boy gaped at her.

"Wow, you're really good!" He exclaimed. "It's the first time I see you shift fully! How did you do it without touching him first?"

"I touched him about thirty minutes ago, bumped into him..."

They stared at each other for an awkward second before C.C. decided she was still upset.

"Bye."

"No, wait! C.C!"

The girl tried to run out but Peter caught her in a web, however, C.C. used her claws to set herself free.

"What the f— Stop pulling tricks I don't know about!"

"Stop trying to stop me!"

They emerged on the main hall where Ned was waiting for Peter, she glared at him.

"Take him off my back!"

She ignored Peter's shouting and walked right out of the school.

"You came!"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," She hugged MJ briefly, both girls were still awkward about physical contact. "Nice of Mr. Harrington for letting me tag along."

"This school would do anything for a Stark," MJ smirked.

"Hey, it's Peter!"

"What!" C.C. turned abruptly, behind her MJ snorted.

"Er— I was hoping I could rejoin the team?" He said to Liz and Ned.

"No, no way, you can't quit on us, stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone—"

"Hey, welcome back! Flash, you're back to first alternate," Mr. Harrington climbed out of the bus.

"What?"

"He's taking your place," said one of the teammates happily.

"Excuse me, can we go already?" MJ spoke up behind her, Peter's attention immediately landed on C.C. "Cause I was hoping to get in some protesting in front of an embassy before dinner, so..."

"Protesting is patriotic, let's get on the bus!"

"Looks like Peter's starting to listen to you," MJ nudged her arm playfully.

C.C. knew better, though. Peter hadn't talked things out with her, if he was here, it was very likely he was following a lead on the modified weapons. She believed it to be a little selfish, considering all these students were counting on him and he didn't care about the decathlon at all.

He tried to say something when she walked past him, but C.C. turned to MJ and started a conversation before he could speak.

An hour later Peter approached her.

"Ah, hey," He cleared his throat. "Happy just called me, he said you're not answering your phone."

"Her driver has your number?" MJ frowned.

"Yeah, Happy's a little paranoid when it comes to my safety," C.C. was quick to lie. "This will only take a minute— be right back."

She abandoned her seat and followed Peter to the very back of the bus.

"Did Happy really call or you're just making up an excuse to talk to me?" She inquired rudely.

"He called," Peter gave her an annoyed look. "Did you know he put trackers on us?"

"I'm an unregistered mutant and you're an idiot, of course they put trackers on us," Her eyes went to Ned, who was holding some kind of artifact projecting a place far from the decathlon's building. "By the looks of it you're tracking someone as well, so don't come at me acting all insulted."

Peter had nothing to say about it, she began to leave but he grabbed a hold of her hoodie -his hoodie, she hadn't returned it after the night Ned found out about them.

"Alright, fine, I won't complain about the tracker but can you please tell me what's going on? You've been mad at me for days and I've got no idea why."

"I don't want to tell you," She replied childishly. "So just ignore it and leave me alone—"

"I have the right to ask," He said in an angry whisper, "also you're stuck with me in this tiny bus for at least another four hours, let's just get it out of the way."

"No."

She snatched the hoodie away from his grasp, Peter lost his patience.

"Just tell me what did I do to you!"

Everyone on the bus went silent and turned to stare. C.C. felt her cheeks grow warm and turned her back on the other teens.

"Sorry," He mumbled, sitting back down.

The girl glimpsed at him for just a moment, she saw his jaw clenching as he fixed his gaze on the back of Ned's seat. She felt forced to do it, but sat down anyway, considering she was far more tired of keeping her bad mood active than she was of Peter's behavior.

"You didn't do anything to me... it's what you're doing without me."

Peter didn't speak, he didn't dare interrupt her.

"When I told Tony about you, I thought you'd get mad at me for revealing your identity, and for not telling you who I was, but it was the complete opposite. After that, you were always so hyped about what we'd do together, but it's like... it's like you only care about me when I'm wearing the suit. I'm no use to you without it."

"It's not—"

"Let me finish," She frowned. "You don't ask what I think about all the crazy stuff you're doing— To me C.C.'s life's important, but you don't care about her, cause you don't even care about yourself, you just care about Spider-man."

Peter stared at her as if she were speaking another language, so she tried to simplify her words.

"I didn't stay in school to be your sidekick. I want a normal life, and you wanting nothing to do with that is ruining the little time I have to enjoy it. Don't act as if what you're doing is equally as beneficial to everyone involved."

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StoryTime: All That and a Bag of...

At my previous job, I and a coworker or two would often grab lunch at a local restaurant. Usually, it was just me and one other guy thought. Sometimes we'd go to the pizza place. Sometimes the Chinese place down the street. There were a few good spots but we went to them all the time so they got pretty boring. Isn't it funny how when you finally have access to almost any food, you end up feeling like nothing sounds good and taking it for granted?

One day, most of my coworkers were busy, and my go-to guy told me he had errands to run. I drove by the Chinese place we usually go to and parked my car. But as I got out, I saw the Subway next to it and decided that since nobody ever wanted to go there, I would do that instead. I closed my car door and felt someone watching behind me. It felt like they were ready to make their move and ambush me with something but there was a distinct lack of a feeling of ill-intent.

I started to rush off toward the entrance as I hear from the watcher behind me "HEY! Hey man! Can you uh...I don't get paid for two weeks and I just started a new job...Can you buy me lunch and I'll pay you back?" I look back and see an older man in his late 30's sitting in his beat-up work truck wearing a neon work vest frantically awaiting my answer. "Uh..." I said, not really wanting to interact with anyone that day but feeling like I was long overdue for a good deed. "Sure, man...Come on."

He said "Are you serious?! Thank you. Oh, God. Thank you. God Bless you." and he leaped out of his truck, and threw the door shut running toward me. He held the door open for me and said "I'll pay you back. I promise." When I do things like this for people, I don't really want to be paid back and as I told him, it "wouldn't be much of a good deed if I did." He thanked me with an oddly frantic nature and seemed to almost get teary-eyed.

I thought to myself about how rare kindness must be to him if that small amount elicited that response. Then I realized that it most certainly was to me, and that's about the same amount of kindness it would take to move me as well. "I haven't eaten in a few days..." he told me. "I just started this new job, and I'm in a bad way until I get paid." He added. As his words hit me I said with a somewhat heavier heart. "Well, you're eating today, man. Get whatever you want.

The person in line ahead of us turned around and mean mugged him, and looked at me as if to say I was being scammed. That the guy was just in it for a free meal. Honestly, He could've been right in that moment for all I knew. But the truth is, I didn't care. I'd rather it be a free food scam than any other type because it's still a good deed done in the name of goodness.

But at the same time, I felt like this guy was either legitimate or extremely exaggerating his actions to seem that way. Either way, I didn't care. And because of that, the joke would be on him if he was lying. He ordered a 6-inch sandwich, and I told him to make it a foot long if he hadn't eaten in so long. He almost broke down again but snapped out of it, and changed his order.

He added chips and a drink to it, but only after I insisted. Further taking away the idea that this was all a scam to get free food. He picked his sandwich and drink up and looked like he was ready to walk out. "Do you mind if I eat with you?" he asked me. I was taken aback. Most of the time when I had bought someone lunch over the years they either doubled their order, left as soon as it was ready, or both. "Uh...Yeah, man. Sure." I told him.

We went and sat down and he thanked me again frantically for the food. Then he pulled the sandwich out and started literally scarfing it down in front of me. And I mean scarfing. And for a brief moment, I thought to myself "Who eats like that?" until it clicked in my head that only someone who hadn't eaten a meal in a long time would... I immediately felt horrible. "How long has it been?" I asked. "Um...Been a few days. Maybe Saturday?" It was Tuesday.

"I'm sorry, my brother. I didn't realize how bad it was." I told him as tears burned in my eyes burning my nostrils as I was overcome with emotion. He told me he understood, and I did more than anyone else did for him. I explained my stance on doing the good for the good and he told me again he would pay me back. "No, my brother. I never expected you to. That's the whole point. His eyes welled up more than they had before as he kept eating.

"My wife left us..." he said. "us?" I asked seeing what I was assuming was his wedding ring on his necklace and worrying about his answer. "Yeah, me and my little boy. She left us, and went to Louisiana." (I believe) he told me. "She took almost everything with her leaving me broke, and without any way to provide for my son." He took another bite and continued. "I just started this job, and it pays good. But I ain't gonna see a dime until next Thursday."

I asked him when the last time his son ate was, and he told me he had been going without so he could feed his son. I believe he said he could only afford ramen and hot dog weiners and was making his son that. I had always wanted to be a dad and I didn't really have the best examples growing up. At that time I was questioning ability to be a father.

Kandace and I were either planning to or trying to conceive, at the time and all I could think was being in a situation where I couldn't afford to take care of my son and what that must be doing to him. Much less foregoing food for himself to do what little he could. Thinking about it now as a father makes the emotion so much worse but at that moment it nearly broke my heart.

He didn't ask me for money. He told me he was going to find a way to get some groceries. That he didn't have anything to sell, but he would find a way. He nearly finished his entire sandwich by that time, and I asked why he was eating so quickly. He told me he had spent 30 minutes of his 60-minute lunch break asking people outside to buy him lunch so he didn't black out at work with no food.

In that moment...I had had enough. I wasn't going to put up with a situation like that that I had the power to change. I packed the rest of my sandwich up to take to work and said. "My brother. I know you don't have much time left but can you follow me to the Grocery store real quick?" He said "uh..sure" unsure of why I would ask him that. He followed me over to the ATM directly inside and upon realizing where we were said "I...No, my brother. You've already helped me enough."

"My brother..." I told him. "I don't trust these humans out here to help you, and I'm not going to let a hard-working single father and his son starve. It's just not going to happen." He started actually crying at that point and I did all I could not to do the same. I pulled out what I could afford to give him.

The number is not important, and I can't remember anyway, but it's not as much as I wanted to give him. I told him that I hoped what I gave him would get him through to payday and he hugged me (After asking.) I told him they would be ok and that we was an amazing father to sacrifice for his son like he had. The kind of father many kids unfortunately never had. I knew he needed to hear that and I'm glad I said it.

He kept trying to tell me he wanted to pay me back. And in the end, I finally told him how he could. "When you are on your feet and can afford to. Find someone who needs help like you did, and help them." I said. "That's what I'm doing now, and that's why I'm doing it. I continued.

As an Autistic adult, I came from a place where nobody would hire me, and no matter what I tried to make money, I fell flat on my face. I have been plagued with bad luck most of my life and have often felt cursed, so when I finally get on my feet and out of the bad times and see someone struggling to do the same just like I did, my first thought isn't to judge them or tell them to pull themselves up. It's to help them up.

He was a single dad with a new job trying to do right by his son. He was pulling himself up. But he needed help. Sometimes when people help themselves up, they still need a hand. And in a world of apathetic "not my problem" attitudes. Be that hand. Be that hand in spite of the judgmental onlookers, and naysayers. Yes. Guard yourself against being used, and abused but do what you can afford to do to help make their world, and by extension the rest of the world a better place.

And wherever you are, my brother, if you are by some random happenstance reading this. I hope you and yours are as well as me and mine. Thank you for being a shining example of fatherhood in a time where I was questioning my ability to be one.

-Nathan Alan McConnell

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