Do It For The Broken Little Girl Inside

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TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!! SWEARING!!!! sorry just adding it cause I don't wanna annoy anyone. :)

Above is what Aurora wears as Hurricane and for future reference, her arm is black with a white rose on it.  Plus this but less pixelated its from Minecraft Dungeons

  Plus this but less pixelated its from Minecraft Dungeons

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Aurora's POV

Huh Ms Spider is really nice. Not like the other adults I've met.

"Hey!" I hear a voice yell. I spin around to see a guy in red and blue spandex and I think: WTF? 

"Who the hell are you?" I ask the guy,

"My name's Spider-Man! What's yours?"

"Uh, I'm Hurricane, formerly Pyro. Nice to meet you Spidey. Though I gotta say, you don't sound all that old..." I reply. He appears thoughtful. (Well thats what I guess I can't see his face)

"Uh yeah I'm in year 7. Oh shit I really shouldn't have said that oh god" I says, his words devolving into rambles. "Also why are you wearing a mask? Are you like a superhero or something?" he questions. 

"Nah, I'm no hero, but I sometimes do hero-ish things. So your in year 7? So that means your 12 or 13. I'm 12." I muse.  He laughs and asks: "Hey Hurricane, would you like to be friends or something? Like we don't have to or anything but still..." 
PETER'S POV

"Yeah of course we can we friends. Goofy idea but meet up at Manhatten Library tomorrow 4:00 pm?" Hurricane remarked. Without thinking I say "Yeah sure sounds fun!" She smiles from under her cloak. "Well Hurricane I have to go, see ya tomorrow?"

"Yeah see ya then!" she replys.


Aurora's POV

Huh. Did I just... make a friend? Like someone who I've actually spoken to and not over text? Wow I'm proud of myself. (☞゚ヮ゚)☞! YEAH! 

Now that Spidey left I kinda got nothing to do.  I jump down from the building I'm on and decide to go find some scrap metal for my arm. Fighting the Avengers left a dent in my arm and it could affect the circuitry.

✨LE TIMESKIP BOUGHT TO YOU BY.... RICK ASTLEY!!!!!✨🎵NEVER GONNA GIVE U UP!🎵

I get to the scrapyard and poke around. So far just found tin cans and- wait what is that shiny item right there? I run over to it and pick it up. It's a... rock? WTF? How do rocks glow? Especially orange? It starts vibrating and I drop it. Suddenly I'm no longer at the scrapyard but somewhere in the heart of the universe. Its dark and I'm actually terrified. I see an explosion of white light and I realise that this is the creation of the universe. How the hell did I get here? The orange rock thing glows and suddenly I'm back at the scrapyard. WTAF just happened? "Hey RAYA, am I high? Did that just happen?" I ask the AI

"Aurora, no you are not high, just sleep deprived and yes that did just happen. I would advise hanging onto that rock thing and keeping it safe." RAYA replied in her usual calm voice. 

Ok. That happened, I'm not high, and I am going to hang onto that. I wonder what it is. I look around and notice a laptop. I walk over (cautiously I don't wanna be transported anywhere weird again) to it and turn it on. It doesn't work so I decide to zap it with Electrokinesis. (the control or manipulation of, well you guessed it electricity). It turns on after that so I decide to put in the backpack I stole from KMART.  It's black with a Minecraft Creeper on it.  I walk around for a bit longer and find nothing of any help whatsoever. Ugh that sucks. Looks like I'm going to be pulling some illegals tonight. Wait. WHERE THE HELL DO YOU GET METAL FROM????? 

"In answer to your question, maybe try the Avengers Compound" RAYA answers. "Wait did I say that out loud? And its not like the Avengers are gonna let me borrow metal." I stated. 

"Well then genius, steal it. They probably have plenty lying around." RAYA replies.

Huh. That is a good idea. What would I do without RAYA? Probably be in a SHIELD holding cell or some shit. 

"Hey RAYA? I know where we'll be going tonight." I whisper yell, to not draw attention to myself.

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