Marvel: As Gwen, Start With Mikasa Ackerman Template

As I walked downstairs, I could hear the faint sounds of plates clinking in the kitchen. Probably my mother's doing.

To be honest, this sounds strange for someone who has been orphaned all his life to suddenly call someone "Dad" or "Mom."

I took a final deep breath. Anyway, what would come would eventually come. When I entered the kitchen, I saw a sight that I may never forget.

There were four people: one was drinking his coffee leisurely, watching two children, a girl who was six years old and a boy who was eight— playing.

A woman was smiling as she set the table with breakfast that had just finished. Everything seemed so harmonious. When she arrived, all of them smiled at her, which she unconsciously returned with a smile.

My father, Captain George Stacy, looked up from his coffee and gave me a warm smile. "Morning, sweetheart. You slept in today. Everything okay?"

While hugging my little sister, who gave me a morning hug, I forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, just tired from the trip. Guess I needed the extra rest."

Helen Stacy, my mother, turned from the stove with a plate of pancakes in hand. "Well, you earned it. Sit down and eat something before school."

I forced myself to suppress all my complicated thoughts for later, acting on instinct as I slipped into Gwen's usual seat at the table.

As I picked at the pancakes, my mother asked, "Are you feeling better? You seem a bit off today."

Well, as someone who has seen Gwen growing up, it's normal for her to feel strange with the bit of maturity I give off, plus my face giving a melancholic smile.

I guess my dad also noticed something strange about me but didn't ask, knowing that I'm already at the age where I have my worries.

As for replying to my mother, I thought about something that could explain a little bit of my feelings, and I said: "I'm fine. Just a lot going on with school, and you know, my band with MJ. We have rehearsal today."

George chuckled, setting down his cup. "Teenagers. Always 'everything' going on." His tone was light, but his eyes studied me closely. I had to be careful not to arouse suspicion.

After a few more minutes of small talk, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Walking to school again after graduating in my last life felt surreal.

Guess I could only suffer. Fortunately, the original Gwen is a good student, so I don't have to worry about my grades.

The city was alive with its usual bustle, but my heightened senses made everything more vivid. I could hear distant conversations, the hum of car engines, even the rustling of leaves. It was overwhelming but exhilarating.

It feels too good. The only thing missing is some villain popping up so I could relax a little. Well, strangely, I want to fight.

Guess, which normal otaku who finds himself in a world with magic and supernatural stuff when he also has power doesn't want to fight, apart from some Chinese MC and some webnovel readers?

But I could only sigh. In this world, mutants do exist, and like in most universes, they are being discriminated against.

There are surveillance cameras in all parts of New York, and I can't risk showing that I'm enhanced or have some kind of supernatural ability, or I would be quickly spotted.

I mean, Hydra and all aren't a joke. I'm sure that the moment I try to be like Spider-Man, going out through the window to play superhero, they would know my identity.

But fortunately, since I can travel to another world, I may as well do all my things there and stay inactive in this world until I have some kind of space power and abilities to block mind-reading.

The water in the Marvel world is too deep after all. Since I formed a band with MJ, I may as well become a little celebrity, enjoy life, and gain enough power where I don't need to worry about the likes of SHIELD, Hydra, and some supervillains harming my loved ones.

Thinking about it, Gwen felt that the future might not be bad, and she was already looking forward to it. It was only when she arrived at school that she snapped out of her fantasy.

The sight of the bustling schoolyard brought me back to reality. Teenagers laughing, chatting, and rushing to their classes filled the air with a liveliness I hadn't experienced in years.

I murmured, "Ah, youth. It feels so great."

Of course, if anyone who knows me heard me saying this, they might ask if I was alright. Gwen, as one of the three school beauties, was always full of energy, not as melancholic as I am.

Anyway, I didn't bother with this and walked while attracting attention. With Mikasa's melancholy, my body being enhanced due to being bitten by the spider, and the maturity in my face, I was even more attractive than the original Gwen.

As I walked toward the main building, I spotted MJ standing by the lockers, her signature red hair catching the morning sunlight. She waved enthusiastically, a broad grin on her face, obviously in a good mood.

"Morning, Gwen! Woah? You seem a little bit different. Oh, don't tell me you're in a relationship?" MJ said, falling into step beside me.

She didn't even let me respond and continued talking: "Oh, as your best friend, how can you not even tell me? So who is the lucky one? Is it Flash?"

"No, you don't seem to like this kind of guy. Or is it Peter? But I don't think he would have the courage to confess to you."

Well, if the original Gwen is an active person, then Mary Jane aka MJ can be called hyperactive, the kind who can carry on a discussion alone.

Although her personality isn't like the one I remember from the comics, I have a better understanding of the latter thanks to Gwen's memories. She was her childhood friend with whom they shared everything.

MJ's barrage of questions and self-responses caught me off guard. It was only when she stopped that I clarified things.

"I don't want strange rumors about me to start at school," I said. "What are you talking about? I spent the whole night thinking about the name of our band and coming up with songs, but it seems you don't care—you're just focused on gossiping."

Sure enough, MJ's attention was immediately diverted to the band. This was a project she and the original Gwen had promised to do since childhood, a shared dream of theirs.

She said, "C'mon, why are you worried about the band's name? It would be called The Mary Janes."

Before she could continue, I cut her off. "No, I think we need a cool name, one that reflects our specialty. So how about Gwen's Beatles?"

Well, I knew she wouldn't accept it, and in fact, I never seriously considered calling the band that. It was just a way to divert some of her attention so I wouldn't seem too strange after all, the original Gwen was an extrovert.

END OF THE CHAPTER

So sleepy, good night! Don't forget to vote so I can start the journey in a good mood when I wake up.