Down the memory lane

I was a laboratory experiment. Much like Kaine, I was made from the DNA of my father only instead of a clone, I was made by artificially inseminating an unspecified woman by an organisation called Alex, made up of defectors from several terrorist and criminal organisations such as Hydra, AIM and even a ninja clan who had ties to the Hand . I have chosen not to think too deeply about how they acquired my father's DNA for this.

So in short, I was a test tube baby, who was artificially grown into the physical age of a 10 year old in a span of 2 years all the while psychically transmitting knowledge directly into my brain via machines and mystical rituals. They transmitted knowledge the world, its history as well as weapons, assassination methods, languages, even the biology of living organisms ranging from humans and animals to even aliens. It might not sound that bad unless you consider the fact that the human brain wasn't meant to absorb such a vast quantity of knowledge in such a short time. Keep in mind, while I was biologically 10 years old, chronologically, I was only 2 years old. So my brain wouldn't even have developed that much when they first started the procedure.

In any case, the effect of such procedures caused me untold amounts of pains, as if all my neurons were bursting into flames at all times. So much so that by the time it ended, my psyche was in a word, 'broken'. I had no emotions, no fear, no apathy, nothing. Just an empty husk of a body, to be moulded into a weapon like clay by my creators. And for the next year, that's what they did. They taught me how to fight, use and create wealpons. Put me through a hellish training to make me stronger.

Under their guidance, I became an unmatched killing machine who despite not developing powers like my father excelled more than their other subjects.

And then one day, they finally sent me on my first mission, to kill a politician and I was captured, quite easily I might add. Partly because of the intervention by my father. Because for all the knowledge they crammed into my head, against my father who was faster, stronger and more experienced than me, who had been fighting the likes of gods, aliens and even evil robots I was barely a challenge.

From there, they retraced my steps and eventually found the Apex headquarters, which was ablaze by the time they reached it. The guards and scientists that once raomed it were killed and almost all documents and servers related to their researches were destroyed. They however, managed to put enough together to figure out my origins.

Once that was done, they began debating about what to do with me. Fury wanted me inside a secure facility, to be interrogated about everything I knew about Apex while my father wanted to try and fix me by taking me to Xavier. It took a while but with the support of Captain America, Fury conceded and release me into the care of my father, who didn't waste anytime taking me to the X-mansion and having the wheelchair-bound Mr Clean examine my mind. That was hw they got the full account of what I went through.

I was then kept there for the next few months in his care as he attempted to put my shattered psyche back together as well remove the conditioning and brainwashing by my creators. In addition to this, I was also put into mandatory therapy sessions. Eventually, they managed to reconstruct my psyche and I could feel for the time in my life. However, I was still in a pretty vulnerable state as I also began re experiencing the trauma of their experiments. As such I still have to attend therapy sessions which continue to this day.

Once I was well enough Dad took me in under the guise that I was his cousin as it would raise too many questions if people knew I was his daughter considering my apparent age. Shield also made sure that the circumstances of my birth were buried for my safety by giving me a new one.

From that point on, my life was started to go uphill, I went to school, did ballet, made friends. In short, I became a normal child. A child who's knew how to kill people in a dozen ways with just her pinky.

If only I knew that it wasn't going to last.

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The taxi pulled up infront of a mildly rundown building. This was supposed to be where Dad was going to start his own company. But as he didn't have enough capital to launch it, he had been using it as a safe house as it was risky for him to leave anything that could tie him to spiderman at home. The ground floor consisted of a make-shift gym filled with weights, punching bags etc. The damaged scaffolding and wall also made a quite decent Parkour track. But that wasn't the reason why I had come here. No, that would be the laboratory/workshop hidden in the basement. This was where both he and I worked on repairing his suit and upgrading his arsenal, until he joined Stark.

I paid the fare and walked inside, aside from a layer of dust, nothing seemed amiss, which was good as it meant that SHIELD may not know about this place. I walked through the exercising equipment, reminiscing about the past and I decided to clean them. After all, if I was going to go on this path, I needed to be in the best shape.

I spent all afternoon, cleaning the exercising area, polishing the dumbells, examining the cords, levers on the machines when I suddenly heard a knock.

Finding it odd, I picked a piece of rebar and answered the door with the rebar hidden behind my back.

The moment I opened the door, my face contorted in rage. I was greeted by a dark-haired woman who had her hair in a bowl cut. She was accompanied by Captain Marvel.

"Director Hill? I seem to recall me and my mom taking a restraining order against you. You are not supposed to be within 300 feet of me or my family without a warrant. " I then took a glance at Captain Marvel. "Same goes to your mutts."

"The restraining order only specified Stark." she said smugly.

"And would also include you and the rest of SHIELD by association." I retorted.

The woman let out a sigh. "Whatever, let's get down to buisness. Where is your mother?" she asked.

"Hmm? Shouldn't you know? You have been tracking us for days now." I asked mockingly feigning ignorance.

The woman brows furrowed and she took a step forward in an attempt to intimidate me.

"At precisely 0005 hours today, our surveillance team went dark, when it came back online in 10 minutes, neither you nor your mother could be found. That is until we finally caught your face in the traffic camera. Now tell me, where... Were you?"

"I was taking a walk." I replied non chalantly.

"For 20 miles?"

"Yes. You see I am a competitive walker. Hold of let me show. I'll walk away from this door right now." I tried to close the door only for it to be held back by the gloved hand of captain marvel. Seeing that it was futile I stopped trying to close the door.

" We don't have time for games. We need to know where your mother is. Spill it. " The director spat those words.

"Unless you have a warrant, no you do not." I retorted.

"Either you tell me where she is or I'll be placing both of you under arrest."

"On what grounds?"

"Obstruction of justice, and withholding evidence from an ongoing investigation."

"There are no ongoing investigations where we are relevant. At least not anything under the authority of SHIELD."

"SHIELD has been tasked with apprehending any unregistered superhuman. That's included items and data acummulated by a unregistered hero."

"Well neither me nor my mother are superhuman, so you have no authority to detain either of us. And my father's research is his sole intellectual property which he accumulated with his own resources. You have no claim to it."

I could tell I was getting on her nerves. Especially given how tense Captain Marvel was. She looked like she was ready to pull the Director off me. The latter took a step forward and our faces were now inches apart. She glared down at me and I glared back.

"I don't think you realise just the extent of what's going on. Has it ever occured that we were keeping an eye on the two of you for your own protection?" she asked with gritted teeth.

"The only protection we need is from you and your so-called heroes. As far I'm concerned , you are no better than Hydra or AIM. Now, leave." I whisper-yelled at her then pointed at the SHIELD vehicle parked on the road.

The director continued her staredown before walking away.

" That means you too Danvers. "I then turned to Miss Marvel who was struggling to say something.

" Look.. Alex. For what's it worth, I am sorry. If I could do it again.... " she started only to be interrupted by me.

" Don't make me laugh. You would have done the same....exact.... thing. You are a soldier, you can never understand how someone like me or my father feels. Because you were taught to follow orders and not question them. For all the power you possess, you are still nothing more than just another cog of the military. Just another puppet. And believe me when I say that nothing would please me more than to see you and your team lying dead inside a ditch. Now do us both a favour and leave." I said before closing the door.

I leaned against the door, listening to what was happening outside. Once I heard her leave along with the Director, I resumed cleaning the machines. This time much more forcefully as their arrival put me in a bad mood.

The mood persisted even after I was done cleaning and I found myself punching the punching bag. The first time I punched it, I almost broke my wrist, it was then I remembered that Dad had modified so that it was sturdy enough to withstand his attacks. I began punching once more, this time without putting too much force behind the Punches, each letting out a small thump as the bag began swaying.

And I while continued my assault on the punching bag, I began planning. As much as I wanted to go gung-ho on the registration heroes, their was no way I would last long against most of them. Especially considering the fact that it has been years since I had been training. Sure I had occasionally sparred with my father, but he always held himself back during those bouts.

And don't get me started on the gear I'd need. With Stark, Reed and Hank Pym as their sugar daddies, SHIELD and the registered heroes have access to top of the line tech better armour, weapons you name it. Taking them down was going to take more than just muscles and elbow greese.

And assuming I had that, I had no idea where I was going to start. Most of the local detention facilities were too well protected for infiltration without proper specialised stealth gear same goes for the nearby SHIELD bases, assuming that I could find them in the first place.

I felt another, burst of pain as I accidentally punched the bag too hard which caused me to break out of my trance. I looked at the time, and it was almost dusk.

I took a cursory glance, in an effort to to find any bugs or someone spying on me before making my way to a brick wall. After walking to the edge of the wall, I crouched down pulled on a tile. It came off to reveal a rotatable piston which I rotated 90 degrees clockwise then 180 degrees counter clockwise and 360 degrees to counter clockwise. This was followed by a loud thump as part of the wall came loose to reveal a metallic door behind it. Which I entered.

Despite the complexity of the mechanisms, my father hadn't used any electrical components to make that mechanism. It was simply an analog mechanism that utilises pulleys and levers to lock and unlock that part of the wall which would lock itself after a set time. Makes it easier to keep it hidden from people like Stark who would only expect it to be part of a electrical system.

On the other side of the door were stairs that led down to the basement. I pushed a switch and a series of light bulbs turned on, lightning the way down.

I was greeted another door which I opened to reveal a room covered in darkness with another switch on the wall next to me.

The moment I pressed it, the lights came back on, revealing my father's hideout. I was currently inside the workshop, where he tinkered with new tech and made and repaired his suits, there were 3 other rooms adjacent to this one. One was a makeshift kitchen, the other was a small bathroom with functioning plumbing and finally a fully secured laboratory filled with chemicals and other apparatus which my father mainly used to create more Web fluid and research his blood.

That was what SHIELD was after. You see ever since my father was bitten by the radioactive spider and gained superpowers, he had been running countless tests in fear of any deadly sideffects. This fear only magnified when he met alternate versions of himselves. Some of whom had different abilities, while others had horrific mutations such as Spiders Man and Man Spider.

When he joined Stark, my father had confided in Stark about his research though he kept the existence of the lab a secret. Stark in turn let my father use his resources to further his research.

When he turned on Stark, my father was able to erase most of his findings and the data from the servers but the little amount that they had recovered with the help of Jarvis made them covet his research due to the various way it could be applied into the field of medicine, genetic modification and curing genetic illnesses.

I walked into the lab to find it untouched and then opened a refrigerator that was storing several chemicals. I pushed several bottles and vials aside until I felt the hidden compartment, which I took out to reveal vial of golden liquid and a note inside sealed inside a bag. I replaced the compartment and placed the vial on the table before unfolding the letter despite having already read it.

Both the vial and the letter had been left behind by my father before he left to home for the last time. He was going to expose what the government was doing with Project 42 and renounce his alliegance to the Registration act before joining up with Captain America and the Secret Avengers. Unfortunately, he was only able to do the first one as he was ambushed by the Thunderbolts not long after resulting in his death. It was only untimely intervention by the Punisher, who killed two of the Thunderbolts and brought his body back before it could be collected by the government.

I made sure to hide both his letter and the vial here before SHIELD came knocking as they would have without a doubt confiscated them.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts before I began reading my father's final words to me once more.

"Dear Alexia,

Words alone cannot describe just how sorry I am. Becoming Iron man's sidekick, registering myself, I did all of this to keep you all safe. I thought that Tony and SHIELD would be able to keep you safe even at the cost of going against my morals. But even then, I always thought I was doing the right thing.

It wasnt until I saw what was happening inside Project 42 that I realised just how far we had fallen. How far I had fallen. Which is why I have to make things right even at the cost of my life.

I have had many regrets over the course of my life. But none will be bigger than the thought of you losing the chance to have a normal life. Some people will praise me and others will condemn me and in doing so, they will aim their hatred, their expectations on you.

Which why I leave you this vial. It is the culmination of the research I had done on my blood and the blood of the other spiderman and women. Using their blood and that of several exotic species of spiders I have created a serum that would grant you similar powers as me. Perhaps powers even greater than mine.

Now the choice is yours, you can either continue to try to live a normal life, perhaps gift this vial to someone else. Or you can use it on yourself and hopefully continue my legacy should the worst come to pass.

Whatever you choose, know that both me and your mother loves you and I will always be proud of what you have become. I have faith that you will do your best for which ever choice you make.

Love, Dad. "

I wiped the tears threatening to fall from my eyes as I neatly folded the letter before placing it on the table. I then took the vial before moving to a cabinet and taking out an injection gun. I deftly loaded the vial into the injection gun before bringing the needle over to the base of my neck.

As the needle hovered over my neck, the only I knew for certain was that this was going to hurt. And then I pierced the needle into my neck pulled the trigger, injecting the contents into my bloodstream.

In a matter of seconds, I began to feel light headed and took a seat on the chair to keep myself from falling. I stared at the ceiling as the darkness consumed my vision.

AN: sorry for the grammatical errors and continuity errors.

I also wanted to discuss a few things

1. I need some suggestions about what abilities I would give to MC. While she will have some of the abilities of other spiders, I also want a unique ability for MC.

2. Chi or magic. Most of the other fics mainly have the MC learn magic but I dont want mine to go that route in this one. Though I might give her an inborn affinity to chi which will help her take on enemies above her league. So should I use chi or magic or just leave both of them.