Rewriting a previous fic, hopefully this goes a bit smoother ^^;. Please Read, Review, and Enjoy!

The annoying marimba ringtone blared, echoing throughout the barren studio apartment. Nothing much was there besides a bed, scattered fitness equipment, random pieces of clothing strewn about the room, and moldy plates and mugs left on nearly every surface. A window to the fire escape was left open from when she reentered the room last night. The cold city air pushed through the room as the body on the bed cocooned itself into a bundle of thick blankets, the air also invited in unsettling smells from the streets into the room, they were smells she was used to by now.

She held out for as long as she could in ignoring the irritating alarm from her cellphone (which wasn't very long). With a deep sigh she sat up in her bed, her hair was a tangled mess; her face was greasy and caked in makeup that she was too lazy to take off before going to bed. She reached over to her small bedside table, picked up her cell phone and turned off the alarm then immediately turning on a news station. With reports rambling about the latest basketball game and celebrity scandal, it took all of her self-control to not go straight back to bed, but sucked in a deep breath of cold city air and rolled off her bed, landing on her hands and feet on the floor.

"In other news, it has been announced the United Nations are putting in a plan of action against the Avengers…"

She began doing pushups as she listened to the news report in the background. Switching from one handed pushups to sit-ups and crunches and worked her tiredness out of her body.

"…The Sokovia Accords is a topic of conversation amongst the leaders of the world, though, will the world go through with it?"

With a sore growl, Marley got up and grabbed her pack of cigarettes from her bedside table and walked toward her opened window. She brought a cig to her lips and lit it with her father's lighter, and as if she were finally waking up, took a long drag of the addicting drug.

"I think the Avengers should just be left alone." One commentator spoke up. "They're just doing their job. Of course there will be some casualties!"

Marley huffed and scrunched up her nose as breathed in her smoke. Casualties, she scoffed in disgust in her head. So many casualties. She glanced at a picture sitting on her dresser. A group of children, happy and goofy, Marley kneeling next to them with a grin on her face…Sokovian children Marley had visited in a hospital there while her father was doing a tour with his SEAL team and she was volunteering at a wildlife conservation habitat for a month. Visiting the hospital that day was the idea of one of her coworkers at the habitat and teaching the people there about the wildlife in the area. Marley and a few others agreed to go, but she told them how she needed to leave early to meet with her father.

That's why she was the only survivor when Ultron attacked the city. She had left the hospital an hour before all hell broke loose and was with her father on his military base miles away from the city.

But she was there for it all.

She was there when her father and his team went in as back up.

She was there when she took her father's motorcycle back to the city when she saw it fall from the sky.

She was there for weeks to help clean up the city.

She was there when they found the bodies of her friends in the debris.

She was there when one of her father's teammates told her that her father died holding off Ultron's Sentries from attacking a group of civilians.

And she was there when that same person sent her home with her father's dog tags and only a picture of that day to remember it all.

Marley quickly shook herself out of those thoughts and tossed her cigarette away.

"There has been no word yet from any Avengers representative with their thoughts on the matter-" Marley got up to switch off the news report when the commentator was cut off with breaking news.

"New hero or future public menace?"

Marley narrowed her eyes and stared at her phone as security camera footage was played.

"Popular dance club, Orchid, was the center of a gang war last night, but, was put to a quick stop by, what looks like, a bartender working that night! This worker put the fight to stop before anything drastic happened and only six people mildly injured from fleeing…" Marley frowned. "What do you guys think? Does New York have a new hero?"

"I think this bartender should stick to mixing drinks, we have enough heroes in this city."

"Why? They saved so many people from being killed!"

"Leave the saving to the police."

Marley scowled and turned off the news cast and tossed her phone back onto her bed, not before blasting her playlist, as she went to her bathroom to freshen up.

'Blame it on the Boogie' by The Jacksons, her father's favorite song, roared through her apartment. She could remember when she was younger and, her father was in the Navy, lived on base with him and they would dance and laugh and sing to this song all the time. Those were happier times.

Marley smirked at the memories and began humming along to the song as she washed her face and fixed her hair.

"Don't blame it on the sunshine!" Marley murmured and swiveled around in her socks on the hard wood floor. "Don't blame it on the moonlight…don't blame it on the good times…blame it on the boogie!"

She returned to her room and opened up her laptop, opening a new email and attaching several pictures of the fight that happened in Orchid the night before and CC'd her coworkers for their news app: Glitch, and added 'Orchid wilted last night, here's some exclusives'. And sent the email.

Knock knock.

The faint sound of knocking on her door forced Marley to stop her cheer up session to turn down her music and answer the door.

"Mr. O'Connell, for the last time, I don't have your dog-" she quickly cut herself off once she realized the young woman standing before her was definitely not the confused eighty year old man that lived a floor below her. It was her neighbor May Parker. "Oh, May, hey. Sorry, was the music too loud?"

May waved her hand at Marley, "No, don't worry about it." She insisted. "I actually need to ask you a quick favor."

"Uh, sure," Marley said. She and May had developed a nice friendship since the death of her husband. With her nephew to take care of, Marley helped comfort her and keep an eye on Peter once in awhile. "What's up?"

"I have to work late tonight, and Peter is grounded-"
"Peter? Grounded?" Marley laughed at the thought, then quickly remembered how smart the kid actually was. "...What'd he do?"

May sighed deeply, irritation in her eyes, "He fried the microwave."

"He…He fried the microwave? What does that even mean?"

May shook her head in defeat, "I don't even know and I saw it happen. Anyways, can you just make sure he doesn't leave the building?"

Marley casually saluted her and smirked, "Sure thing, ma'am."

May thanked Marley repeatedly as she retreated down the hallway and Marley closed her door behind her.

"OW!"

Narrowing her eyes curiously, Marley wandered back into her room where the sound originated. Before poking her head out the window, she grabbed another cigarette and lit it in her mouth. She crawled out her window to the fire escape and met the panicked and breathless face of Peter, May's nephew, dangling from his balcony and the fire escape.

"I-uh, I can explain." He panted as his glasses slid down his nose.

"What the shit, Peter?" Marley burst at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I-I-I-" Marley huffed and grabbed the scrawny high school nerd by the collar of his shirt and lifted him back over to his balcony effortlessly. "T-Thanks."

"Mm." she replied and removed the cigarette from her lips. "Now, please entertain me, with explaining what the fuck you were trying to do, half pint?"

Peter's cheeks turned a shade of pink in embarrassment, "I-I was trying to jump to the fire escape…and sorta, tripped. PLEASE DON'T TELL AUNT MAY!"

Marley didn't quite care for telling Aunt May about this sad attempt at escaping, but more about the fact the kid could have accidentally killed himself with his foolishness.

"Relax, string bean, I'm no snitch." She crushed her cig into the metal railing. "But, for your own wellbeing, stay on your own balcony, ok? For the love of God you could have died. "

Peter looked down at his feet, ashamed. Marley took a seat on the steps of the fire escape and nodded to Peter's backpack, "Where were you planning on running off to?"

The scrawny kid didn't meet her gaze and remained silent. Marley shrugged, "Fine, don't tell me. But you're not leaving either way, your aunt made me your prison guard."

Peter looked at her with wide terrified eyes. Marley got up and made her way back into her room.

"OsCorp Industries!"

Marley paused and glanced back at the red-faced high schooler with a raised eyebrow.

"I want to go to OsCorp Industries." Peter admitted. "They're giving a VIP tour today and me and a friend want to go but then I got grounded but this is, like, a once in a life time opportunity-"

"Then go."

Peter's eyes went wide behind his glances in surprise at Marley's response.

"W-What?"
Marley looked at the clock on her wall, "May will be gone til six o'clock." She climbed back onto the fire escape and casually jumped over to the Parker's balcony (which left Peter in awe). "That means you have five hours." She crawled into his bedroom, which Peter reacted to by his face going a deeper shade of red, "Take the subway, it'll get you there and back quicker than a bus. I'm only covering you for those five hours; if you're not back here at exactly 5:30 then I'm no longer your alibi. Got it?"

"I-I got it," Peter was taken back a bit. "But why are you doing this for me?"

"I was your age once upon a time," she winked and walked into the living room. "And I'm in an okay mood today, so why not? Just don't get yourself killed."

A smile grew on Peter's face, "Thank you! B-But how do I get down the fire escape?"

Marley frowned at him and threw her hands toward the front door dramatically, "Use the fucking door, Peter! Jesus, I don't want your blood on my hands because you tripped on a pebble."

Peter blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "R-Right."

"Also," Marley wandered into the kitchen area, "How do you fry a microwave?"