Hey guys! So, this-THIS is the Marvel idea I was telling you about. So, if you don't like it, you don't have to read it, since it may be an out-of-the-moment kind of thing. Plus, I did all of this all night and it may not be good (I have a deep feeling that it won't since I did it all in one night). But please read it and tell me what you think. If you don't like it, then that's okay too, and at least you took the time to read it.

I was going to wait until next month to do this. But, being me, I ignored my conscience. XD

So, I do NOT own Ultimate Spider-Man at all. I only own the plot and my OCs' so please enjoy! :D

Chapter 1: Prologue

I huffed out another short breath. I carried my last box out of the moving van. I swear, if I keep doing this, I think I'll collapse and not come back up. I mean it! I look around to find Mom. She was carrying the last of her things and the movers helped us with the boxes. I shuffled into the first room, the living room, which has enough space to put down our belongings.

My name is Rachel Carter Jackson, Carter being my old last name and Jackson being my new last name, which is my Mom's maiden name, and her name is Jenny Jackson.

As you can guess, we've just moved here from North Carolina, my birth home, as it's my parents' as well. They both lived their whole lives there, with my grandparents, and it was like paradise, a safe haven, a vacation lived out every day. But something happened…something I wish I could just erase from my mind.

My Dad died when I was ten, and it wasn't any accident. Someone killed him, someone that hated him enough to drive him to murder. My Mom was out of town when it happened and I was with my grandparents. When morning came, Grandma Sarah was crying and Grandpa Jacob tried to comfort her when I walked in seeing them both like that. I knew something was wrong right away.

The funeral didn't make any difference on what we already felt: remorse. Mom stood still, stolid, like a statue. But her face kept contorting every time they spoke Dad's name. After only a few days, nothing could change the cloud of sadness that drifted over our family. I always tried my best every day to cheer her up, and Mom always tried to do her best to stay strong and keep a smile on her face, for me, her only child. Yet, I always felt that she didn't change what occurred inside her that lasted for the next six years: heartbreak.

Six years went by in both our lives and it was a living hell to deal with that dark cloud hanging over us. But that wasn't all. At the town's local high school, the rumors and latest gossip spread about my Dad was like taking a bullet in everyday I walked through the double doors of that school—more like a prison. Bullying, gossip, trash thrown at me every chance they had.

Why? Because everyone thinks my Mom was responsible for his death. They all thought that her time out of town was too much of a coincidence that his death happened. And since there was no evidence of who it really was or anything linking her to the murder, she couldn't be charged for it.

But she knew who it really was. And that secret is kept under lock and key, for now.

But it was enough to make her realize that we couldn't stay there anymore, especially since we each carry the same burden, one that's been part of our family for generations, which is why we had to move, as soon as possible. It was heart-wrenching to say good-bye to the old timers, but it was more hurtful to know that no one else cared about us anymore. When the rumors broke out at my school, my friends stopped hanging out with me anymore, leaving me an outcast. The whole town thought we were freaks, to this day they still do, because of the murder, and their suspicions that we aren't…normal.

And trust me, they're right.

The move here was quicker than I thought, and the change of the scenery from warm fall colors and horses galloping past us in their steady strides, to the crowded streets and loud noises of the one and only New York City. I still can't believe Mom chose for us to live here. I would have expected Idaho, Ohio, or Alaska if we wanted to stay secluded away from all the posers back home. I always kept hearing how there's so much crime and villainy here, and that it happens every single day! If Mom wants me away from so much drama and into a place of safety, then why did she chose we live here?

Oh well, at least she bought a house away from the big city and into the safe, peaceful countryside. It was still bright and early, it was Saturday, and I would have all weekend to get comfortable until I start school, again, a few weeks after the school year just started. Yippee! Not! At least Mom will find a job to keep her mind occupied. She was a stay-at-home Mom while Dad worked.

Whatever the case was, I just hope that Mom knows what she's doing…and hope that this won't all be for nothing.

I heaved the last box up in my room, barren, but not until I decorated it. Mom's room was down the hall and the other room up here was the bathroom. Downstairs was the kitchen, the dining room, the living room and the foyer. It was a two-story house and it had enough space for the two of us, and only the two of us. Mom made it specific that she didn't want anyone standing in the way of spending time with me, but also that she didn't really want to start a relationship with anyone.

My parents, were as you could say, madly in love with one another. They were best friends since pre-school, right up until college when he proposed to her on their 1-year anniversary of going out together. Their school lives, their college lives, even their wedding happened all back home. Mom would always tell me the story of how they met and honestly, it felt like their lives were a fairy-tale. I just hope that I can find someone that could make me feel the same way Dad made her feel. But love, even true love, can end abruptly…just like theirs did. I know that Mom still thinks of him, every minute of each day, and that she regrets not being there to save him. She thinks it's all her fault.

After dinner, she left to go wash up for bed. I washed the dishes and turned off the lights before going to my room. I still have boxes to unpack. My bed was ready for me, along with the nightstands on both sides with a lamp on the right one. I took a picture frame out and smiled at the image. It was of me and my parents when I was ten. It was the last picture we took, days before his death. My Mom had her brown-reddish hair loose and flowing down to her mid-back and her brown eyes shined in the sun's glow on her fair skin. My Dad, Ethan Carter, had short dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and pale skin. They were both smiling and I was in the middle, laughing as my ponytails bounced around my face. I have my Dad's hair color and eye color but I have Mom's skin, yet I act like them both all the time.

Dad was always charming, clever and always knew how to irritate her and charm her at the same time. Mom's neat and handy help around our old home saved us the trouble of calling for a plumber or a mechanic. She always seemed to have a way with tools. The two of them being bookworms meant bookshelves in every room and whenever it rained, we would stay cozy by the fireplace while they read to me. They made me appreciate life outside of technology and looking at nature and life. Even if he was gone now, Dad always holds a place in both our hearts and we still do the same routines, we're only one person short.

I don't think Mom wants to remarry anytime soon, since she didn't date anyone for the past six years, so dating sites didn't make the cut. The same goes for me. Back home, every guy I met always finds a way to be a real douche, not ever a gentleman. The day I actually meet a real, kind and gentle plus sweet human being will be the day Mom and I can find peace in our lives again, to whisk the pain and guilt away to another world. I set the frame beside the one with the old folks, Grandma looking just like Mom with grey streaks in her hair and Grandpa having short chestnut hair with grey streaks and green eyes. Oh, I still miss them.

I changed into my simple blue tank top and shorts when Mom came in to say goodnight. She wore her pink night-robe and had her hair in a loose bun. I said it back when she hugged me out of nowhere and kissed my forehead. When our eyes locked, I stared into her eyes, ones with a new color in them. The morning she came back to get me after Dad's death, I was scared to find her eyes being pinkish-purple instead of brown with black shadows rimming them, like she didn't get enough sleep or something. She told me it was nothing for me to worry about but I'm still unsure to this day. I watched her walk out of the door and I closed it, still feeling something was off with the look in her eyes. She was worried about something. Me? Herself? Us?

I turned off the lamp and went to bed, all these thoughts running through my head. Mom always became worried and overprotective about my safety. She never wanted me out of her sight that she even considered home-schooling me. But Grandma and Grandpa talked her out of it, but that didn't mean that she wasn't keeping an eye out for me. I couldn't blame her. I mean, we lost Dad. And she doesn't want to lose me too. I feel the same way. Besides my grandparents, Mom is the only family I have left. If I ever lost her, I just…I wouldn't know what to do. And neither would she if she lost me.

I sighed, rolling to my side to see the moon's light come through the silk curtains, the window showing a little of the outside. Both mine and Mom's room have a balcony, giving a nice view of the area and of the beauty that is nature. I came out there when we started unpacking and I could see miles of grass, flora and fauna, even birds chirping and flying freely. It was a sight to take in. The light hit my lower body and I sighed more, thinking more too.

Who knew I had to deal with a whole lot more than what has happened so far. Monday would be my first day back at school, at Mid-Town High in the Big Apple, and Mom's first day on the job. But unbeknownst to us both, neither of us would be prepared for what would happen on that fateful day. The day that our lives began to change…forever.

I think I may edit this, maybe not, IDK!

I may even delete this story because I'm feeling so overwhelmed by doing this for who knows what reason! I really am!

So, let me know what you guys think, all of you readers out there, in a review. When 2015 comes, I'll decided whether to keep going with this or if I should hold this off until some other time. I have no idea what will happen, for it now rests in your hands, guys.

And in case you're wondering, Spidey/Peter and Iron Man/Tony will appear in the next one but that depends if anyone reads this and stuff.

So, let me know what you think PLEASE and then we'll see what happens from there. Until then, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and all that good stuff! Bye guys! ;)