Doreen was aware she was always a little odd.
That kind of realization was inevitable, even putting aside the prehensile squirrel tail.
It was like she just ….. popped into existence one day. She just remembered waking up in a strange lab, more acutely aware of her surroundings than a baby probably should be. She supposed it didn't help as she stumbled up she suddenly seemed to physically age 5 Years.
That had been freaky. But she had the sense to chalk it up to some mad science gone awry.
She had been a bit too distracted by the sudden attack by the panicked and slightly older red head with the knife.
She wasn't even sure how she disarmed him so easily. This whole thing was bizarre.
The older boy wisely held his hands up in surrender, and the two raised their eyebrows in confusion as a short Blonde, an almost as Short ugly guy and a dark skinned tall lady approached.
Sharing names they had no clue where they came from (Doreen, Cletus, Katie, Harvey and Monica) the quintet agreed to a temporary truce to find out what was happening.
It appeared they were still Figuring it out 14 Years if the fact they had stuck with each other was any indication.
Doreen awoke in a cold sweat in their little warehouse. Why did she keep dreaming of her doing such scary things she never could, like defeating a giant planet eater, a green dragon, a purple madman with an all powerful glove and more? She looked around. Mayor Craig Hollis tried his best, and he was a better fit for New York than past ones, but the corruption, crime and homelessness was just too widespread. She rubbed her eyes.
"Ughhhhh… I ain't getting more sleep…" she quietly mused. She gently Maneuvered Katie's arm off of her, pushed Harvey's glasses closer to his face for ease to grab in the morning and Polished Monica's boots. Hmmmm. Was she mothering them too much?
She noticed Cletus was gone and decided to mother some more and worry about it later.
He was on the roof as he often was.
"Can't sleep Doreen?" He eyerolled without even looking at her. She didn't blame him for the conclusion jumping. Not many others COULD get up here.
"Yeah. Samesies?"
"No one says samesies."
"I just did. Checkmate."
Cletus snorted. He then sighed, admitting "I had the dreams again."
"....Me too. But those aren't us, y'know? They're not real." Doreen gently reminded him.
"I know. But…. The things I do in Those dreams. The people I hurt. They FEEL real! And sometimes.. I have such horrible urges." Cletus ran his hand through his face.
"Did you act on these urges?"
"Ha, no. I value you NOT kicking my ass two ways to Sunday, thanks."
"Fair. But then you're ok. You're good."
Cletus gave her a rueful smile.
"That easy huh?"
"That easy."
Cletus laughed out Loud.
"Come on, we have to get to bed. We have… unfortunate plans tomorrow." Cletus Noted in displeasure. Doreen wasn't exactly happy herself.
The two decided to worry about it in the morning.
X
Peter Parker (not Spider-Man. Never again. He lost that right) wasn't exactly known for his social visits. Or... well much of anything except he was rich and lived alone in the ruins of the disgraced Parker Industries. In fact, if not for the occasional charity donation, it was clear most would assume he died by now. Being 81 and living in such a place couldn't be easy.
It wasn't. That was the point. But it wouldn't make up for it. Nothing ever would.
There was a clumsy rattling in the basement. Peter sighed and grabbed his cane.
"Some people never learn." He quipped. He made his way down with difficulty, but nowhere near as much as someone his age should. With practiced quiet, he snuck up on his would be robbers.
"You done?" He asked simply after just taking 5 minutes to watch them fumble around trying to grab his secured things. It was the little things that kept him going.
The 5 kids whirled around in clear surprise. The red head gently but firmly pushed the others behind him while brandishing a knife.
And Parker could only see red and hear insane laughing.
".... Carnage?" He croaked out.
He didn't have time to see their confusion, on account of falling over clutching his stressed heart and all.