Stimulation: A Peter Parker fanfic

Stimulation: A Peter Parker fanfic

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"Are you sure?" "THE TEST SAYS SO!" "The test could be wrong, you know." "HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS?" "I don't know man, i'm just hungry so if you have anything to eat that would be grrreat." Hey, I'm Valerie. What would you recommend doing when you have a bad life? I mean i think i have tried everything, from being captured, dancing, singing, taking "medicine", to hanging out with superheroes. Some people think "love" is the answer to everything. I think the fuck not. (ignore my cussing, or not, whatever.) So I decide to run away, "start a new life" and all that shit, when my mother dearest decides to flip my life upside down, chuck it in a blender with dumpster juice and sardines, and blend it at high speed. Totally normal stuff for a normal girl like me. And then i go on to meet my dad, see my old buddy again, fight an evil villan, and all that jazz. Normal. P.S, the Avengers are not what they seem. (this book is going contain characters from other books as well so hang around) angst? probably. funny? probably. hotel? trivago.
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No Choice

It's not like I'm here for a joyride or some other stupid shit. Apparently, I'm Tony Stark's daughter. Yay. A product of one of his past crazy nights out where he was a little less than careful. My mom decided to drop this on me last night, then left for work, whatever the fuck that is for her, then the car came home in the morning instead of her. Whatever. She's never been a model mom anyways. So, here I am per her uber's instructions. No clue what else to do and I have nowhere else to go, so I'm going for broke here. A letter from my mother in my hands, I finally reach the door. With pursed lips, I ring the doorbell and jut my hip out to hold my hand. A bored expression on my face and worry in my heart; I wait. I DON'T OWN THE AVENGERS OR MARVEL, ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.

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