So this part of Kloe's story is set during the Start of the movie Into The Spider-Verse, but the two stories do not overlap at all. I just needed something to explain her suddenly appearing on Earth-616. I promise not all of her story is this traumatic, but I didn't exactly know how else to write it. And before you ask, "Won't she die if she stays on Earth-616 for too long?". I'm getting to that in another chapter. This is also pre-Civil War, by a couple months
So Hang tight, and enjoy!
Series Masterlist
Word count: 1.5k
TW: Fire, Murder, mention of guns, death, use of another Marvel OC of mine (Evelyn)
[Brooklyn New York, Earth-3185, 2016]
Kloe stood on the top edge of one of the tallest buildings in Brooklyn. It was a windy day, her three flat, kitsune tails that were a part of her suit were whipping all over the place. She tried to get the train of fabric to stay in place, but to no avail. She took in the sights of the city, reveling in the beautiful lights for just a moment, before she focused back on her mission. It was a simple mission, that she had of course given herself, to take down some of the weapons dealers in town. She knew she shouldn’t be putting herself in such dangerous situations at such a young age. She hadn’t even finished her sophomore year of highschool yet!
But she knew that with the abilities she had received a year ago, she had to do something. Something to help the people who were being affected by these people, these villains who plagued their society. Her world didn’t have the Avengers. Or, at least not yet. The Avengers wouldn’t form for at least another 25 years there.
So she glanced into the lenses of her mask, the hightech mask showing her the suspicious heat signatures popping up around the city. She groaned at the sigh of a group of guys standing in an enclosed alleyway. She tapped her comms, hoping her best friend, Kiran, was on the other side. Kiran had unofficially dubbed himself “Kloe’s guy in the chair”, after she’d confessed that she was The Spider-Fox. She tried to talk him out of it, but he’d shaken his head and been super pouty about it, and after all, how could she say no to that?
“Yeah yeah yeah, you’ve reached Kiran Hollower how may I help you?” Kiran says dramatically over the comms. Kloe laughed and shook her head.
“Fox reporting here, what do you see?” Kloe says with a small giggle.
“I’m picking up weapons and tracking signatures from.. Fifth Avenue.” He replied cautiously, entering this dangerous territory with Kloe carefully. “Klo, I know you want to do this, I really do. But you’ve gotta be careful”
“I’ll be fine!” Kloe says with a grin, and even though he can’t see it, just for dramatic effect she falls backwards off the edge of the building, and catches herself with a web, slinging herself to the next building. Kloe snickered, and Kiran sighed over the comms.
“I assume you just did something I would disagree about, but won’t when I see it because its cool as hell?” He says with an exasperated tone.
Kloe’s silence tells him enough.
“Seriously Klo, be careful. I can’t have you dying on me now.”
“Alright alright yeah yeah. Don’t die. Got it.” She says, swinging from building to building, before stopping on top of a building just above 5th Avenue. She perches on the edge, looking for the heat signatures Kiran had picked up. She spotted them almost immediately. They had chosen their truck very poorly, making it a bright blue moving company truck. She cocked her head to the side, wondering why they had done that.
She crouches behind the ledge, trying to overhear what they are saying. She picks up bits and pieces.
“Do you have the package..”
“She’s gonna find us out..”
“Kill the woman.”
“Rayguns go to the buyer in…”
“Lure her out of hiding..”
“Let’s move”
It doesn’t take a detective to find out who the thugs are talking about. They were talking about her. But she wasn’t a woman, that was clear enough, even though her identity was secret. So who were they going to kill? She shuddered. But she didn’t have much more time before she heard them pile into the truck and pull out of the alley.
She glanced over the edge, trying not to catch their attention.
She waited for them to pull out before moving. She jumped from building to building, being very agile and stealthy in her movements. She bounced from the buildings, trying to avoid being in the light.
They stop at an intersection, getting out of the truck holding guns. Shoot. Kloe moved to perch on the ledge right above them. Cars were crashing, and they shot down the stoplights to cause more chaos. Great. One of the thugs yelled out something she could hear clearly and perfectly from her perch.
“You all better hope your mighty Spider-Fox comes and saves you now!” The first thug says in a thick Russian accent. Kloe’s eyes widen under her mask. That was her. This was a setup. They knew she would come, and they wanted her too. But as she heard the screams below her on the street, she couldn’t just walk away. She had to take them down, as she had planned.
Then they did something that shocked her, and made her seeth in anger. They brought out her parents, tied up against a wooden board. In the street! No presentation, nothing fancy, just fear. They, of course, did not know that that couple was her parents. They were just using them as throwaway bait to lure her there. They didn’t know that she actually had personal attachment to these people.
And of course they’d know who her parents were. They weren’t exactly unknown around New York, as her father was a famous artist who would do interpretive art pieces around town, and her mother was his wife, so they knew her because of her father. And they knew about her. Not her being Spider-Fox, but her being their daughter. They thought that that 15 year old daughter was safe and sound in her house, watching the TV in horror. Kloe snorted at the thought.
She swung down into the intersection, keeping her distance from the goons. She couldn’t lose her parents. Not after losing her girlfriend a couple weeks earlier. No, she couldn’t let that happen.
“Ahh Spider-Fox. Finally decided to show up.” A female goon said with a shit-eating grin. Kloe gave her a death glare, and even though the lady couldn’t see it, she knew Kloe was upset.
“Hurting innocent people as a play to get me to show up and fight you guys? Real mature” Kloe quipped at them.
Three of the male goons approached her, closing in on her. But she simply just shot a web at one of them, and did a spin around them to tie all three of them up. She kicked them to the side and dusted off her hands.
“Let them go,” She spat. She was pissed off.
“We came here today to make sure you couldn’t save them. To make the whole city know that their so-called hero has failed.” The first goon growls out with a nasty smile.
“You have been summoned here to watch them die.” The female goon says coldly.
Kloe watches in horror as one of the goons standing next to her parents brings out a matchbox from his pockets, lighting the match on fire. Kloe stops standing there. She advances, and takes down the goons that get in her way. But she notices her body doesn’t feel right. It feels… misplaced. She gets that feeling even more when her vision starts to glitch.
She seems to freeze. But she hasn’t actually stopped moving.
It’s like she was stopped at the one moment in time, in slow motion, when they lit the ropes on fire. She watched as her parents screamed through the tape covering their mouths, her heightened hearing picking up on the muffled sounds. And then she was back in action, throwing punches and webbing up the goons like it was nothing.
But her body was glitching.
It would glitch through the goons in a weird way, and her limbs were all distorted.
And then her vision fuzzes, glitching even more.
The last thing she sees is her parent’s screaming faces.
Before she glitches out of the universe.
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[Brooklyn, New York, Earth-616, 2016]
She feels like she is floating through nothing.
Until she is catapulted forward, and her body hits a hard surface.
She gets up from the cold, hard ground, and she’s in that same intersection. But… it's not the same.
She hears cars honking at her and she scrambles to cross the street. Once she reaches the sidewalk, she throws her hood over her shoulders and tugs her mask off of her aching head.
She didn’t even care if people saw who she was.
But as she looked around, she realized something. This wasn’t her Brooklyn. This wasn’t her New York City. Everything seemed a bit less… naturey. And there were definitely less animals roaming the streets, which was a regular occurrence in her universe.
Her mind immediately popped to the theory of the multiverse that her absolutely delusional physics teacher had ranted about in her last physics class.
Could this be another universe? No. It couldn’t possibly be.. Right?
But her thoughts are interrupted by a girl trying to get her attention. She’s got teal bangs and wavy brown hair. She’s waving at her. Kloe walks towards her, and the girl pulls her into an alleyway.
“You just materialized on that street, and you are gonna tell me how.”
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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this! It seems a bit rushed but I was trying to fit all of that in less than 2k words to make for an easier read. There's more coming I promise!
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Since im gonna be posting spiderverse stuff, might as well introduce one of my oldest spider-sonas! i had her since itsv, though she isnt my first, i still need to redesign my first.
shes old so her design isn't the most original but i don't have the heart to change her
but she's to this day one of my favourite ocs i love her :)
1st image is the redesign 2nd image ist the "og"
▊狐 “Could red bodysuits be trending? Hm... I’m not accustomed to wearing things so skintight, but I suppose I could pull it off! My body looks good in anything after all!”
Kloe woke up on a couch in a very… fancy.. very tech-themed apartment. She didn’t even remember passing out. But clearly that girl had knocked her out, because the right side of her neck hurt. Kloe winced. That was definitely going to bruise.
She glanced around the room. Whoever that girl was, if this was her apartment, she must be some tech mechanic or whatever, Kloe thought to herself. But yet again, her thoughts were interrupted by the hissing of two sliding doors from across the room. The girl from the road stepped through, carrying a tray of what seemed like… food?
Kloe was perplexed.
First the girl knocks her out with no explanation, then she drags her back to her apartment in who-knows-where, and now she’s offering her food?
Kloe noticed the ache in her head was now a dull, throbbing pain.
Had the mystery girl treated her wounds?
“Brought you some food. You look pretty beat up.” The girl says, her light French-Canadian accent gliding off of her tongue.
“Who are you?” Kloe says, rubbing her eyes. She watched intently as the girl sat the tray down on the coffee table in front of them, and took a seat on the couch opposite her. The girl moved the tray closer to Kloe so she could grab anything if she wanted to.
“My name is Evelyn. Evelyn Lune. Most people would’ve heard of me, but I guess you haven’t, because you’re ‘Not from this world’, or some shit like that,” The girl said with a smirk. Then she gestured down to Kloe’s left wrist, which now had a sleek metal bracelet on it. “Your molecules were all over the place. You clearly aren’t meant to be here. Or in this universe. So I stabilized your molecules so that you can be in this universe.”
Damn… how long had she been out for her to be able to make that? Kloe rubbed the last bit of sleep from her eyes, taking the time to examine the girl.. No, Evelyn, a bit better. The first thing she noticed was the girl’s striking eye colour. They were a deep teal, like the colour of a coral reef. Definitely not normal. But who was Kloe to judge? She had heterochromia, which meant that one of her eyes was green, and one was a light blue. But another thing she noticed was how the girl carried herself. She carried herself with confidence.
“How long was I out for?” Kloe asked quietly, but then realized she hadn’t formally introduced herself. “I’m Kloe, by the way.”
Evelyn nodded her head. “Nice to meet ya’ Kloe,” She pauses and looks at the clock. “You were out for about three hours.” She says with a guilty smile.
“Sorry. I didn’t know how else to get you here. You aren’t from this universe, and I just had to know how you just materialized in the middle of the street.” Evelyn says with a soft chuckle. She then points at the tray of food. “Go ahead, I’m not going to poison you”
Kloe glances at the food. It didn't look poisoned, it was just sandwiches, cheese, and crackers. She tentatively took a sandwich into her fingers, realizing her suit was still on she double tapped the spider that was under her sweater, and the suit was baggy against her skin. She pulled the top part of her suit down to her waist, revealing a white tank-top. She carefully pulled her arms out of the sleeves and grabbed the sandwich again.
She watched as Evelyn took a huge bite of her own sandwich, then took a bite of her own. It wasn’t anything special, just a ham and cheese sandwich. But it felt good to eat some food after her hectic day. Could she still call it hectic? It was pure chaos.
When both she and Evelyn had finished their respective sandwiches, Evelyn spoke up again.
“So, hermana,” Evelyn starts off, using a Spanish nickname that usually meant sister, but could be taken in a friendly way as well. “What’s the universe you come from like?”
“It’s… a lot more naturey. More trees and grass. Everything is like eco-themed ya know? But still in a futuristic way.” Kloe starts off with that, which piques Evelyn’s interest. Kloe continues, trying to not leave out major details, in case this would be helpful in getting her back home. “Animals are free to roam wherever, and there isn’t much sickness” She says, reminiscing the memories of her home.
“Sounds like a pretty cool place to live,” Evelyn points out, taking another sandwich. “I’d wanna live there if I could pet a squirrel every time I walked through the street.”
“Yeah. It was pretty nice.” Kloe’s memories of the past few hours crash into her consciousness, and she winces. “But I think it’s gone.” She says, and Evelyn cocks her head questioningly.
“What do you mean?”
“When I was being sucked into.. The void… glitch thing- I saw the whole city crumbling. Everything disappearing to black. And it wasn’t just me leaving, because I saw people running from it.” Kloe said sadly. Her voice cracked, and she held back tears.
Evelyn didn’t know what to do with that information. That was heartbreaking. She could never understand the pain of her entire universe being ripped away from you and destroyed. That wasn’t just her life being taken away that was… everything. Quite literally everything. And however young Kloe was, Evelyn knew that she didn’t need to go through any of that.
Evelyn and Kloe talked for some more time, and eventually got to the story of what Kloe was doing before she got to Evelyn’s universe.
As Kloe went on, Evelyn’s heart ached for the young girl. Evelyn was young as well, but she had been through her fair share of traumatic events beforehand. Kloe was so innocent before. She had had so much to lose, and she lost all of it in a matter of minutes.
When Kloe finished. Evelyn’s face was one of shock, sympathy, anger, and everything in between.
“Kloe… I am so sorry.”
“It’s alright.” Kloe says unconvincingly, wiping the few tears that fell off of her face with her sleeve.
“No, it’s not okay. You shouldn’t have had to go through that.”
“Seriously Evelyn, it’s okay,” Kloe brushed off her concern with a wave of her hand. “Plus, you don’t look like you have a pleasant story to tell either, and you can’t be much older than me”
Evelyn sighed. She should’ve known that the conversation of her past experiences would come up. But when Kloe mentioned it, she winced a bit.
“Or how you got your metal hand,” Kloe continues. “My point is, we’ve clearly both been through a lot, and just saying you’re sorry for it doesn’t do much.”
Evelyn nods. Her eyes flicked down at her metal hand briefly at the mention of it, but back up to Kloe.
“Damn Klo, you’ve got a way with words. I just know public speaking hates to see you coming” Evelyn says with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. At that, Kloe lets out a soft laugh, her face twisting into some form of a smile.
“Okay but seriously, how’d you get the metal hand?” Kloe asked inquisitively. She was genuinely curious to know, and was not aware of how much trauma was about to be dropped onto her with the next revelations.
Evelyn laughed darkly, and made sure Kloe really wanted to know before beginning her own traumatic history. She told, and explained to Kloe what and who HYDRA was, trying to spare her the most gruesome details. Kloe’s eyes widened as Evelyn continued to recite it. When Evelyn finished Kloe’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
“How the hell are you still standing?” Kloe asks in utter bewilderment.
“Eh- Coffee and ibuprofen. Though HYDRA never gave me either, so…” Evelyn shrugged.
“Okay. Now maybe I understand why you were hesitant to tell me” Kloe said with a shudder.
Evelyn and her talk until very late at night, exchanging stories about both of their worlds. Evelyn was shocked to hear that they didn’t have the Avengers in her universe, and planned to introduce Kloe to them as soon as she could. Kloe told her all about the fact that there were no heroes that she knew of, other than her, but plenty of villains. They bonded together, becoming good friends very quickly.
Evelyn let Kloe stay in one of her guest rooms in her apartment until Kloe could find somewhere to stay.
Maybe this universe wouldn’t be so bad for Kloe.
