C.H.A.S.M. [MARVEL FANFICTION] ✓completed

PART ONE - A.D.A.P.T.

Where I prank annoying blondes

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"PENNY!!"

I groaned, putting the blue notebook and the fineliner behind me.

"Here, on the trampoline!" I shouted back, turning the music on my phone a bit softer.

"What are you doing?" Miss Brighton asked, and I sighed.

"Just relaxing..." I tried, but of course she didn't believe me. You didn't need to know about my superpower to know about my reputation for never doing nothing. Additionally, mischief was my middle name. Not actually; nobody knows my middle name, if I have one. But you get the point.

"What are you really doing?" she asked, and I slid the blue notebook out from behind me. It had "PRIVATE" and "DON'T READ!!" written on it in big letters, and I'd even copied a few words and phrases in Elvish script for good measure. It made it look more mysterious.

"What's this?" she enquired, inspecting the cover. 

"You told me to write stuff down..." I began, and she nodded,  giving it back.

"All right then. At least if you're busy with that you can't play tricks."

But I can plan them... I thought. I was careful not to say it out loud though.

"By the way, it's your turn for the dishes."

I scowled.

"Isn't it Maya's?"

"Oh no, it's her turn to do the flower vases."

I nodded, thinking; Ohhh, that sounds... fragile.

We don't have supervillains at the orphanage, but if we did, Maya would be one. So a chance to play a prank on her... shouldn't be passed by, so to say.

"Has she started?" I asked innocently, and as Miss Brighton began to nod, I did my thing.

 The next moment, everything froze.

"I'm getting the hang of this," I mumbled to myself as time itself came to a halt. So far, I'd barely had any control over my time-stopping abilities, and they'd mostly been instinctive reactions that were triggered whenever I got a fright. But now that I did have control over it, it was perfect for pranks.

I stood up, hopping off the trampoline and past Miss Brighton. Luckily the doors were open; moving objects when time stands still takes considerably more effort than under normal circumstances.

A bit faster than the average Olympian runner, I burst into the living room. There she was — Maya, pouring water into a tall, glass vase. I smirked, grabbing the vase and tilting it slightly. Just enough so that it would tip over when I'd let time continue, but not so much that it would look as though it had teleported. And then when it'd topple over, the water Maya was pouring steadily into the vase would splatter all over the table.

All right, enough explaining. We're on the clock.

*smirks at frozen clock*

Oh, right. Sorry for my terrible sense of humour.

I superspeeded back outside, (I could've walked, but hey — I'm impatient. It comes with the job) and returned to my spot on the trampoline. I was tempted to give one of the sprayers a twist, but  chose not to. I didn't want anything to be able to ruin my alibi.

I was just about to let time resume when I thought I caught a momement out of the corner of my eyes. My head whipped around to face it, but, as is often the case, it disappeared when I paid attention to it.

I shook off the weird feeling that had come over me. It wasn't possible for anything to have moved, anyway. I focused on copying my earlier position as perfectly as possible. If anything was different, it would seem to have teleported; others wouldn't see the movement, just the sudden change.

I ventured one more glance into the direction where I'd thought to have seen movement, but there was nothing unusual. I took a deep breath, and let time resume.

CRASH!!!

Miss Brighton turned at the sound of shattering glass, and we heard a fustrated scream from inside the building.

"I'll take it that means she has," I ended the  conversation dryly, picking up my notebook and fineliner, and sticking my phone into my pocket. I walked towards the kitchen so I could do the dishes, and was rewarded by the sight of a completely soaked blondie.

"What happened?" I asked, feigning concern as I put my stuff down on the countertop.

"I bet you know full-well what happened!" she scowled.

I couldn't suppress my smile.

"Um, Maya, you're a bit... ehhh..."

"A bit what?" Maya snapped.

"A bit wet."

And with that reply I turned around, and switched on the tap to do the dishes. Maya grabbed a towel and started drying her face and her long blonde hair, which was sticking to her red cheeks. When she was done she threw the towel onto the ground and stomped off sulkily.

With the tip of my sneaker I shoved the towel towards the washing machine, several more sarcastic replies on the tip of my tongue. I shook my head to discard them; 'being rude' was not tolerated at the orphanage, and nobody there understood the finer details of sarcasm.

The basin was almost overflowing, and I rushed to turn the tap off. Not at superspeed, mind you, I was trying to keep that a secret. And so far, I was doing a pretty good job. I think that the ladies of the orphanage might have suspected something strange when I was little, and just think that it's worn off.

I spent the rest of the day doing chores and other uninteresting things, trying desperately to stay alive. It's in those days that I'd start longing for school to start. There's much more opportunities for mischief at school.

I went to bed early, ready for a new day.

A day full of things that NOBODY would see coming...

...not even me.