"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥? 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩."
Climbing walls, swinging through the air,
A hero was born from a fateful spider's snare.
Penny Parker was forgotten. There was no family she could turn t...
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"i fell?"
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PENNY HAD NEVER SEEN GOTHAM CITY, NEW JERSEY BEFORE. She had never even heard of it before this instance.
For whatever reason, the only thing the girl could think of was how she missed the fresh air in the factory she was previously restrained in. The fumes of Gotham that filled her lungs were bitter and unwanted. She took in the sights that surrounded her. The buildings towered over her, much like they did in New York. The shadows that she was enveloped by, however, did not provide her with comfort. It felt like a blanket, strangling her and leaving her immobile.
Those who past her by regarded her with disdainful glances, their eyes lingering on her wrapped-up leg. The fabric swathed around her mangled flesh is stained a deep maroon and each step Penny took had her wincing. The girl managed to walk a mile within the city of Gotham before she began to feel the effects of the blood loss. Her pace grew slower and her breathing grew heavier. Even with her skin paling and her eyes slowly closing, no one stopped to help. Penny, using the wall for support, stumbled into an alleyway.
It was there that her consciousness was lost.
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"KID?"
A deep voice managed to draw Penny from her unconscious state. She groaned in a mixture of pain and aggravation, much preferring the world of sleep to the strange one she was currently stranded in. Her leg throbbed viciously, but it was somehow more manageable than it was when she first woke in the newly identified 'Gotham City'. She could feel the cold cement beneath her shivering body. It was comforting in a manner that Penny could not explain.
"Kid?" The same voice repeated. "Rise and shine."
The teenage superhero slowly opened her eyes. She peered curiously upwards, half-expecting to see Aunt May standing there.
She did not.
A man in his early twenties was knelt at her side, looking concerned at her current state. He was peculiar looking, with a white streak in his hair and green eyes that could rival the time stone. His gloved-hand was resting on her shoulder, something that when Penny noticed she flinched away.
The man quickly raised his hands in a surrender-like motion at the sudden action. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the young girl.
