Author: CreativeBex PM
This is the story of Spiderman's daughter, Spidergirl, formally known as May Parker. A just turned 16 year old girl who discovers the secret her parents have failed to tell. Will it effect the family and how will May cope with being the new teen hero, spidergirl?Rated: Fiction K - English - Adventure - Mayday P./Spider-Girl - Chapters: 7 - Words: 6,556 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 04-27-13 - Published: 05-30-12 - id: 8164796
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I sit along with Benjy, Mom and Dad at the breakfast table. I eat whilst shooting glances at my father. I know his secret and he didn't tell me nor did Mom, that's if she knows, so I won't tell them mine!
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I ask Dad.
"Not until nine, sweetheart. Are you trying to get rid of me?" He giggles sipping from his coffee mug.
"No." I say with a blunt tongue. I look up to Dad, this time he's looking back at me. I leave the table. "I'll catch you all later." I pick up my lunch Mom happily prepared and nab my school back that dangles from a hook by the door.
"It's a little early, hotshot." Mom says feeding Benjy.
"I'm meeting Lisa at the store." I lie and exit the house.
I huff and stick my hands within my jean pockets. I lower my head so that I look at the floor and watch myself walk, and press onwards to school with a faint pout upon my lips. Everything is happening all too fast for me, first I gain Spiderman's abilities now I found out that I am Spiderman's daughter. What else don't I know?
I stop and stand still. Raising my head I look at my surroundings, taking in how quiet and calm the city is. Does America really need another Spider-hero? Maybe I should keep quiet about my powers and only use them when it is a must. I could be a builder and use my webbing instead of cement!
"I need to tell someone," I breathe. "But not my parents." I turn my heels and trail over to Uncle Osborne.
"Mayday!" My Uncle greets me gladly. "Shouldn't you be at school, kiddo?" He ruffles my air and allows me entry into his large house. My Uncle is rich. He owns Oscorp, let down by his father and has gained countless awards for his many efforts within the business.
"Do you remember when I asked if I could tell you anything?" I take a seat.
"Yes." He sits next to me.
"I'm so confused and scared." I feel a sour tingle in my nose. "I don't know what to do."
"Is everything alright at home?" My Uncle begins to get worried. "Has something happened?"
"Something has happened." I comment and stretch out my hand. I curl my two middle fingers and; Tist!
Webbing once again flies out and flings onto the near wall. I do the same again with my other hand, showing Uncle Osborne what my wrist a capable of. I then stop and look to him. "My dad has lied to me and now I have to suffer with being deformed for the rest of my life."
"..." My Uncle is silent then clears his throat. "May, I know that your father is Spiderman."
"What?" I stand but is pulled back down to sit.
"For obvious reasons your Mom and Dad didn't want you to know but this is know who you are. Don't suffer, enjoy."
"But how? I need guidence and I don't want to ask my dad."
"Then I'll help you."
"Of course, being your godfather, and adoptive Uncle I will see you through this and if your parents find out I'll take the fall. OK?"
"You mean that?"
"I do, kiddo." He smiles and bundles me inside a cuddle. "First things first, you need a suit."