COLORS || P. PARKER

Prologue

 Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Parker or any other Marvel characters/plot lines. I only own Marina Hopkins, my OCs, and anything else you don't recognize.

 "I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you."

                                                                                                                              ~Friedrich Nietzsche   

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Prologue

Two rough knocks on the door.

Since Marina Hopkins could talk, her parents warned her not to open the door for strangers.

The knocking turned into pounding.

Now, at age fourteen, Marina knew that whoever was outside that door was definitely strange.

Just a few short days ago, the young girl's parents left for a business trip. They never really talked about their line of work and their daughter never cared to ask. However, there were times when Marina would catch snippets of conversations. She caught words such as base and weaponry. Fourteen years of living with her parents and she never thought to ask.

Whispering could be heard outside the door.

She should have.

Suddenly, the whispering turned to yelling. Marina stood from her spot on the couch, but it was too late. A loud crash echoed throughout the apartment complex. The poorly painted door now laid broken on the floor. Two men in dark black uniforms had fallen from busting the door open.

As Marina stared in pure shock, more uniformed people charged in. Each wore a helmet so their faces weren't visible. More notably, each pointed a gun to every corner of the room.

"W-who are you?"

Everyone's attention fell to the short girl they had failed to notice. 

A woman with dark brown hair moved toward what seemed to be a walkie talkie attached to her vest. Instead of answering the girl's question, she spoke to whoever was on the other side of the line. "Sir, we have a child on the premises."

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Marina's parents had always taught her to absorb the surroundings. You never knew who could be out there.

Unfortunately for Marina, there wasn't really anything to absorb. She sat in a fairly large room with cracked walls that were a dreadful grey and the hanging lights above her flickered every few minutes. In front of her was a mirror, but she was sure there was someone on the other side staring her down. A rickety table stood before her and she sat in a cold, steel chair. Marina had watched enough movies to know that this was an interrogation room.

She eyed the man in front of her. No detail on his face stood out. He seemed to be older, considering the grey hairs. However, he had a large build and looked quite strong. The man's brown eyes came off as intimidating, so Marina only made eye contact with the floor.

"Where were your parents going?"

This was the third time the man had asked.

Marina gritted her teeth. "I already said I don't know."

The man let out an exasperated sigh. He tried to keep his voice gentle, but his eyes revealed his tired state. "You gotta know something, kid."

A beat passed. Without another glance, the man got up and left. When Marina heard the clang of the metal door, she finally looked up at her reflection in the one-way mirror.