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hey yall

im back into peter pan so um,, watch out

also do you want me to use y/n or put in an OC name? 

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HummingBird (part 2/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: readers first official day at school and first crime

word count: 2090

Part One

The first class of my day was pretty uneventful. I had precalculus with Mr. Evans which was fun. Who are you kidding dude you took calculus last summer. It’s not like I was gonna say that? I don’t wanna be that show off kid that knows all of the answers. Yeah well not participating makes you have conversations with yourself so sucks to be you nerd.

Jeez I really was having a conversation with myself. I was that bored with APUSH that I was arguing, with myself. Of course I loved US history, but the whole class made me miss Mr. Star Spangled Banner. Maybe I could just check my phone for any alerts of crime in the city.

“Ms. Carter,” Mr. Jameson said, catching my adrift attention, “Could you tell me about the Maryland Colony?”

I heard a few snickers come from behind me, clearly thinking I didn’t know a thing about history and unaware that Steve used to read history books to me at night instead of story books.

“The Maryland Colony was founded in 1634 by Lord Baltimore. It was to be a place for persecuted Catholics to find refuge, a safe haven. Made as an act of toleration.”

“Very nice Ms. Carter,” he continued. I turned back to find the boy who had laughed at me and gave him a real, genuine smile which really threw him off guard.

The rest of the class went well and before I knew it was lunch time. I was honestly surprised that for the first two classes, no one really thought to introduce me or guide me anywhere and as much as I didn’t need it, I did need to make friends. It was already lunch and I had nowhere to sit, or rather, no one to sit with. I scanned over the cafeteria, looking for a place to sit when I found a relatively empty table.

“Thats a lot of food you’ve got there,” the girl adjacent to me commented, “not like it’s a bad thing. You should be able to eat as much as you’d like.”

“Oh no it’s fine,” I laughed, “I just have a condition.”

“Diabetes?” She asked, probably feeling worse about her comment. She seemed like a nice girl.

“No-no, I just have like,” I paused, thinking about a lie, “A really abnormally high metabolism. If i burn more calories than I eat I pass out.” Well, I guess that was only half a lie. My powers entailed that I needed to consume more sugar than regular so I don’t black out. It wasn’t pretty. “Anyways, I’m Aurelie, but my friends call me Bird. What’s your name?”

“Michelle, and I don’t have any friends” She responded. I was going to say something back but by the time I figured out what to say enough time had passed that a response would just be awkward and sad. Lunch soon ended.

Physics was my next class, I sat next to this kid named Ned. He was pretty cool actually, we were lab partners and I helped him with the worksheets.

“So what school are you transferring from?” He asked, scribbling down some notes.

“Oh, I was homeschooled. Parents thought I ought to be socialized or something.” I responded with a chuckle.

“Like in meangirls?” He asked.

“What?-”

“Nothing.”

My last class of the day was P.E. with that same kid who had made fun of me in APUSH. Apparently his name was flash or something? LAmE. It appears that me totally owning him earlier on in the day wasn’t enough for him and so he decided to try and own me on a physical level as well.

“Twenty bucks that new kid drops out of the pacer before it hits twenty,” he announced, the teacher either not knowing or not caring.

“Four hundred bucks said that the new kid is gonna be the last person still going,” I childed, another genuine smile flashed at him. He and most others burst out in laughter.

“What are you doing?” Ned asked me (He was in this class too.), “this is a mixed class, seniors regularly score over the hundreds.”

“Oi Ned, chill dude. Trust me.” I put my hair up into a ponytail, the kids that had made it a point to beat me were showing real game by doing pushups and sit ups. Some of the girls had began to do stretches too to show off.

“Maybe you should.. Um.. show off too,” he suggested. I shot him a look. “I mean look at them! They’re practically asking for it!”

“And who am I to give those meanies what they want,” I chirped.

“Are you even sure you can do this? Four hundred dollars is a lot of money…” Ned gulped. I only gave him a knowing look.

“The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.” I began to run to the beat of the weird elevator torture music and one by one people began to drop out. When Ned left (around 23) the group cheered and encouraged me to follow my friend. I gave him a look that said I will avenge you and I hope he got that message. By the time we hit one hundred and thirty two, the last of them had basically dragged themselves off the floor, giving me wicked glares as I lightly jogged across the way, a small smile on my face. Flash had dropped out around one hundred and twenty seven, and I was pretty sure that Ned was recording me. I was pretty sure the teacher was going to turn off the tape but he didn’t and I began to think that he had heard my little bet with Flash.

As the numbers increased the other students got angrier and angrier and eventually the tape stopped. I had ran all 21 levels, all 247 laps.

I walked off the court over to Flash, a cheerful grin on my face. I was sorta out of breath and definitely sweating more than I’d like but hey, it wasn’t that awful.

“Hey Flash” I greeted with a friendly smile. He handed me the four hundred.

“This isn’t over, Carter,” he spat, a grimace on his face as the teacher gave a blind eye to us.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I comforted in a sickly sweet voice, “What really counts, is that you tried! You did your best. Did you break your own record today?” he nodded, “See! There we go. With the right motivation you can do anything.” I booped his nose with the tip of my finger.

With that, I walked over to Ned, handing him the four hundred. “Here you go sir, four hundred dollars.”

“What? I can’t take it from you!” He exclaimed, clumsily trying to give it back.

“Dude, I have a lot of money, I don’t need it. Just use the money to make something cool and then show it to me.” I reassured him.

“A-are you sure?” He asked, still wary of accepting such a large quantity of money.

“Positive.”

-

After school I busted through the doors and down the street as quickly as possible, people looked at me weird because my hair was still wet from my post pacer shower but I didn’t care. I was ready to fite™ some crime. The only other person who was out of school by now was that kid that ned sat with at lunch.

I went into an allyway and began to strip, which was something that probably came out of a bad porno. I put pulled on my suit that Tony had made and hid my backpack in an empty garbage can. The suit matched my alter-ego The Hummingbird™ with its dark iridescent fabric. The fabric was also very lightweight and feather like in texture. I had my own AI built in that I named Orzo. I pushed off the floor and flew up into the sky at high speed, shaking my head like a dog to dry off my hair. Hopefully the local vigilante wouldn’t mind some company here on the streets.

I flew higher into the sky, hoping to get a good scope of whatever was going on. This was my first chance at action since, well, ever. Tony never let me help him whatsoever (though he knows I am fully capable.) He didn’t even let me help him in Germany! He let Spiderman, a vigilante he’d never even met join but not the girl that he practically raised! Not only that, but I didn’t even get to meet him. I’ve only ever heard about him through the news and other media. Anyways sorry I got a little bit heated.

Though I expected New York to be just busting with crime 24/7 it honestly was pretty calm. There wasn’t much to do for a while. Very minor things to do. A couple of people stealing purses, I helped a homeless person move to a different street?? Ralph now lived on 22 and third. By seven o’clock not only had I done nothing that day, but I also hadn’t even encountered the spiderkid! Then, almost like the world was answering my prayer (not saying that I wished for crime and anarchy but I was bored) I heard a crash come from not more than down the block. Fresh crime, crime so fresh that my police tracker app hadn’t even gone off yet. I took flight, zooming across the city, trying to stay out of sight. The, yet darkened, streets were filled with life and pedestrians, some checking to see what the commotion was and many fleeing in the other direction.

I entered the store that was currently being robbed. It looked to be some type of antique jewelry store raided by the average thieves.

“Pals, I don’t think they’re open. Maybe you should come back later,” I said to the men, making them aware of my presence. They were taken aback by my appearance and probably my voice as well. By vibration my vocal chords at a different frequency, I could modify my voice to sound louder and have a similar reverb to that of a hum (at normal human pitch).

“And who are you? Spiderkids protege?” One of them snickered.

“I’d hardly say that,” I seethed bumping my head on the ceiling. I silently cursed myself. When I get excited or really invested into something I begin to hover which isn’t that helpful.

Two of the three men charged at me while the other one tried to grab their belongings and leave. I used my speed to use their strength against them, quickly finishing the job and knocking them out. I grabbed onto one of the feather/scales of my suit and pulled it out which transformed it to a larger, sharp feather which I used to pin them both to the floor. I darted out of the store and into the alleyway that the third thief had escaped.

“You come any closer and I’ll have to stab you!” He bellowed, pointing his knife at me. Wow, dude didn’t even think to bring a gun. I put my hands in the air and began to sob.

“Oh my god, you found my one fear, small knives.” I hung my head claiming defeat.

“Wait really” He asked, a look of genuine surprise on his face. I pulled out another feather and threw it, pinning his sleeve to the wall.

“No,” I chuckled out in disbelief, “anyways, I’ms sure when the cops get here you’ll have had enough time to figure out a reason why you’re stuck in an alleyway with lots of fun jewels in your bag, good day sir.”

I flew back into the sky just to see the one and only spiderkid zooming towards the shop.

“Hey dude! I already got it, you’re good. See ya” I hollered, waving good bye and flying around a bit to ward off any arachnids if I needed to. Maybe I shoulda talked to him? 

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HummingBird (part 1/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: reader is the adoptive child of Tony and Steve who send her to highschool. 

word count: 1253 

“I don’t need to go to school tony, you know this, Friday is a lovely teacher.” I rolled my eyes. He and Mr. America had been trying to get me to go to a school since last year. Something about people skills?

“No, Tony is right. You need to go to school. Its not about learning science and math, its about working in a variable environment and working around it. In fact, its what you need to be included on the team,” The captain retorted.

“So, what you’re saying is that I can’t be given mission privileges until I go to highschool?” I tried not to whine but this was so unfair.

“Um, yes, that is what we are saying.” Tony tried to be fatherly, “and you are going to listen.”

“Fine, I’ll go…” They prematurely smiled in accomplishment, “on a few conditions. First of all, I get to have my own place close enough to the school that I can walk or bike. I don’t want to have to take a bus back to Stark tower every night. That’s not gonna happen,” they both nodded in agreement, “ Secondly, I’d like to be mostly independent, I’ll check in once a week and make sure to give you updates, visit monthly, all that jazz. Just please don’t send Happy to babysit, please. Neither parties enjoy it. Finally, I’d like to keep my suit and use it in my spare time.” To my last request both Tony and Steve disagreed.

“You are not going to bring your suit with you. Absolutely not.” Steve said, “You aren’t out to the public and you won’t be for a while.”

“Why not! It’s a good idea. I’ve been training my whole life, getting out there as a local hero is good practice! I’ll be able to get in some new variables that may come in handy! And,, and!! By the time you let me join ;) the ;)Avengers;) for ;)realsies I’ll already have a popular rep with the public.” I said, lawyering the fuck outta them.

Neither of the two said a word, which was what I took as a yes.

It was finally moving day. Tony had signed the lease for a studio apartment not five blocks away from the school he had signed me up for. Midtown High School. Everything was ready to go. Of course, the school year had already started for them, but that was none of my concern. I honestly wasn’t there for school.

“Hey, guys, I’ll facetime you on sundays, see you once a month, it’s not goodbye forever!” I comforted. Steve and Tony were a little sad that I was leaving but I mean it was their idea.

“I know, its just that my little girl is gonna go and get socialized!” Steve exclaimed, a sad smile on his face.

“Oh my god there are going to be boys there, maybe this is a bad idea-” Tony continued to ramble as I attempted to cut him off.

“Hey, hey, Pops!” calling him my father got his attention, “I’ll be fine. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do… or anything you would for that matter. I love you guys. I gotta go, Happy is getting impatient.”

I waved goodbye to the two men who had raised me for most of my life and began to daze off, observing the people and buildings we drove past. We soon arrived at an old tall apartment complex. All of my things were already there so I told Happy that I was fine to go in alone and that he could go. He gave me the key and drove off almost immediately.

I lived on the 28th and final floor of this nearly deserted complex. Appartment 28C. Apparently the elevator only went to the 26th floor, so I had to climb the final two. I could tell by the yellowing walls and musky smell of the hallway that Tony really had paid no expense getting me this place.

Entering my room I had expected to see a room along a similar theme to the rest of the building. However, the apartment’s design was more similar to that of Stark Tower. Everything was high tech and clean. The kitchen was fully equipped and stocked. The living room looked magnificent despite its rather small area. There was just enough room to have a couch, coffee table, and tv without being too crowded. My room was gorgeous, my twin sized bed from my old compact sitting in the corner, my own desk and laptop along with a lot of cool other gadgets, and my bathroom had a tub. It was like a d r e a m.

Later on, before I was going to go to bed, I opened the laptop and called up Tony.

“Hey Guys!!” I greeted smiling from ear to ear.

“Hey Bird! How are you? Do you like the apartment?” Steve answered.

“It’s amazing, thank you guys so much. Is Tony there?” I asked, wanting to say hello to him as well.

“Yeah he’s in the lab working, he left his phone here.” He replied.

“Can I talk to him?”

“Yes ma’am” Steve responded, making his way to the lab, “Tony! Your daughter wanted to talk to you!” I could hear crashes of sound coming from a distance and Tony yelling back a few curses to Steve about not calling me that. Soon enough he appeared on my screen.

“Pops, were close enough that I can call you pops and you can call me daughter, if you want to.” I replied, smiling back.

“How’s the apartment, do you like it?” He asked, a genuinely nervous look on his face.

“I love it, I especially love the bathtub.”

“OO Oo!! There are bathbombs under the sink!” Spangles squealed, “Also, did you get our envelope?” My face clearly said no. “Check the coffee table.”

I did as he said and checked. Inside the envelope was a wad full of cash money, probably somewhere around tenthousand dollars.

“Guys you didn’t!” I sighed a loving smile on my face.

“That money is for emergencies. I expect you to keep in the vault in your closet. Your card is limited to enough for groceries. If you want to buy anything else with it you’re going to have to ask me first. Agreed?” Tony lectured. He really was a father to me.

“Sir, yes sir!” I saluted. “Um, what vault though? You said the one in my closet but the only thing in my closet is clothes.”

“Oh, you see that weird screw on the doorhinge– no the other door- yeah that one. Press on it” The wall on the back of my closet did a weird turn taking my clothes with it and presented a small vault and more importantly my supersuit (and some cool weapons).

“I totally forgot about the suit!” I said as I put the money in the vault, using my “birthday” as the code.

“No using it tonight young lady, your first day of school is tomorrow. Do you have all your things prepared” Stark ordered.

“Yes sir.”

“Now go to bed kiddo” Tony said.

“Right away sir. Goodnight i love you two” i said as i hung up.

I put away the suit and got into bed, looking out at the magnificent view of new york. I could still see the tower from where I lay and yet it was still so far off. My brain began to wander to other things as I fell asleep.

Part 2

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Chaotic Neutral (2/??)

Summary: The residence of Storybrooke concoct a plan to rid their town of this newfound threat. With the help of Regina and Henry, they try and convince Carter to leave on her own accord. 

Word Count: 1538

Warnings:?? none 

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“You really don’t have to help me, I’ll be fine on my own,” said the girl, sitting on a spare bed in Regina’s home. Ms. Mills had her doubts about the kid. It wasnt a terrific thing to have a very powerful and possibly temperamental child running about the streets. Carter looked to be around Henry’s age, perhaps a tad older. She was someone that they’d like to keep their eye on.

“It’s really no problem, I can’t have a young girl all alone in the forests,” Regina replied. More like she didn’t want the kid to be left to her own devices. Who knows how much power she had or how well she could control it. “How old are you anyways?”

“Well, I don’t really know. All I know is that I’ve been around as long as the fairy tales have existed. I was the first of the authors creations…” The kid replied, observing the room.

“So you’ve been stuck in that body this whole time?” Regina remarked. Sure, time worked a bit differently with magic, Rumplestiltskin was surely old enough to have generations of children (if he could ever get anyone to love him) but even then, he had some wear and tear. This child was absolutely radiant in energy and youth. She didn’t even have eyes stained with war, not that Regina could see.

“Well, no. I’m able to change appearances as I please. The sorcerer thought that, y’know, that would be good for stealth and stuff.” Regina just noticed, the girl did not have a single item with her. Not a luggage, no type of possession. She didn’t need it. She had all the magic she could ever need.

Regina looked closer at the kid. She saw herself. And not in a shapeshifty kind of way, but when Regina looked into Carter’s eyes once more, searching for the death ridden bags or lifeless gaze, she only found sadness- rather, emptiness. Regina understood what it looked like to be alone. She had spent so many years looking such.

She left Carter alone, not wanting to pry anymore.

She soon after rejoined Emma and her family at Mary Margaret's house, in need of an emergency meeting over the newfound threat.

“So, where’s the kid?” David asked, no longer having the forgiving tone that he once had in the diner.

“She’s in the house with Henry, probably hanging out as I see that they get along,” Regina replied, partially defending the girl.

“And you trust her with him?” Mary Margaret gasped, concern staining her voice.

“I can assure you, she means no harm.” Regina took a sip of her coffee, “I could see it in her eyes. She looked.. sorta empty.”

“Isn’t being empty, like, a motive to become evil? We all just got our ‘Happy Beginnings’ less than a year ago! I’m not going to chance it,” Hook said. Many of the group nodded in agreement. They didn’t have anything personally against Carter, but things were finally beginning to become normal. None of them wanted to give that up.

“So then what are we supposed to do? Kill her? She’s an immortal entity,” Regina retorted. As much as she didn’t like it, Regina had seen herself behind Carter’s facade. She had seen her lonely years, trying to fill the hole in her heart with revenge. Distracting herself. Carter- she had a different problem. She busied herself with other so much that she forgot to be happy and enjoy herself. Regina didn’t want to hurt her or banish her. She wanted to help.

“Then.. we’ll send her away,” David chimed. David was among the most fearful of losing his happy ending.  

“And what makes you think she won’t portal herself back to this land?” Emma added. None of them were willing to admit, but all were slightly jealous of the bookworms unlimited power. Portal making would make all their troubles much smaller. In spite of this, none recognized the great cost of that magic. They feared losing their happy ending, not realizing that Carter could never have one herself. It wasn’t that Carter didn’t have the time to give herself a happy ending, but that she wasn’t willing to risk receiving one. Having a happy ending could interfere with the story or end hers. If her story ends, she would no longer be able to assist all those in need. Such a burden would disrupt any type of conclusion.

“Why don’t we just find her an assignment. Give her a person to fix and then she’ll be on her way,” Regina suggested, “Someone that would take her ages to fix… Someone who is all kinds of messed up. By the time she’s done we’ll have been gone from this town and into the next.”

“I don’t think you mean who, I think you mean where,” Hook interjected, “Let’s send her to Neverland.”

--

“Henry, are you sure that you can do this?” Emma cautioned.

“Yeah! It’s not like this is a secret mission,” Henry reassured, “As her friend, I’m going to give her a suggestion as to where she could help out.”

As Henry entered the room Emma tried to calm herself down. Why was she so nervous all of the sudden? This girl had done close to nothing and yet here they were taking every precaution protect their safety. Their safety weren’t even at risk. The truth was, the heroes weren’t scared or worried. As much as they hate to admit, they’ve become bored. Every one of them have been fighting a battle since day one. They weren’t accustomed to normal life where the most difficult challenge you have is filing your taxes. They were doing the right thing helping out Carter.

“Hey Bird!” Henry chirped, entering the room where the girl was lazily playing a video game she didn’t seem to be much good at.

“Hey Mother Hen, what’s up?” She paused the game.

“Nothing much, I was just thinking about how you fit within the book and I was wondering, why are you here?” He blurted, “Not to be rude…”

“Oh it’s fine,” she chuckled, “Well, honestly, I’m not too sure. I guess this place had a big ending. Or beginning or whatever you guys would like to call it. I was sorta just called here, but it seems that you guys aren’t in need of any assistance so I’ve been just enjoying the milkshakes.

“I have a feeling that this story… isn’t over yet, but honestly who knows.” She finished.

“Why even waste your time here? You are such an important asset to the harmony and function of all the fairytales, shouldn’t you like utilize your time and go help someplace that needs it now and then come back later?” Henry asked.

“I suppose you’re right. Things aren’t wrapped up here anyways, I should get going.” She began to pace the room, mentally getting ready to take a journey.

“Where are you gonna go?” Henry crinkled his eyebrows, analyzing Birds steps.

“Not sure, but I’ll figure it out when I get there,” she answered honestly.

“Maybe you could go to Neverland. Last time I was there the place as in anarchy, the only kids left there are super evil. You could help them be happy!” Henry smiled, attempting to calm down carter who was very obviously worrying.

“What if i can’t give them a happy ending.. What if I fail?” Bandit sat down, a vacant look on her face.

“You won’t I believe in you. If you ever need my help just pop in and we can figure it out together. I’m the author and you’re the happily ever after repair troops. We’re practically brother and sister.”

“Actually there is one thing…” Bandit admitted, “Can I see your story book?”

Henry pulled it out of his backpack, holding it in his lap. Carter then duplicated it into her own hands and made it vanish into the place where she likes to store her things. (the void ;)

“Thank-you Henry. I’ll be back for another milkshake eventually,” Carter chuckled out as she stepped through a portal that had just appeared. Just like that she was gone.

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Chaotic Neutral (1/?)

Summary: When a mysterious new comer arrives in town, the heroes of Storybrooke decide not to take any chances. After discovering much about this new character they don’t know what to do. 

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: A few spoilers?? Lotta exposition im so sorry. 

Part 1

The door bell chimed as the customer entered the diner, Granny’s Diner. This little town had been just bustling with new crime and adventure for The Savior and her little gang. Aside from their usual havoc, things could not have been more normal for the residents of Storybrooke. To be truthful, unless you played a major role in Ms. Swans life, there was a little chance that you’d personally get caught up in a fight and only a slightly larger chance that you’d get stuck in the collateral damage. Not to mention, its the end of season six and apparently everyone got their happy beginning.

The door chimed once more, this time acting as a warning to everyone within the small, quiet diner. Emma and her posse had entered the premise and with her came an energy of panic and confusion that certainly always loomed around her. Despite the fact that she almost dies on a regular Tuesday, patrons of Granny’s Diner can’t help but furrow their eyebrows. The closer in proximity you are to Emma, the faster your order is taken, the faster you get your food. Of course, this phenomena probably doesn’t compensate for having your baby daddy killed right after you reunited with him, but hey, the girl who walked into the diner at the beginning of this story still hasn’t gotten her order taken.

Mary Margaret, still fresh with baby anxiety, glanced across the facility. Glad to see a crowd of very familiar faces. She glances once more and, to her surprise, sees a person who was completely unfamiliar. A young girl, gazing out the window, waiting to get her order taken.

Snow was certain that the girl meant no harm but there was something slightly off about the child. She looked like a person who had lived in Storybrooke her whole life, well accommodated and comfortable. She didn’t trust it.

“Guys, do you recognize that girl over there, the one in the corner booth,” Mary Margaret whispered to the group. Regina and Emma nonchalantly glanced over whereas the other had not so subtly turned to look. By their expressions, none had recognized the girl.

“Snow, It’s probably nothing. There are loads of people in this town, we can’t possibly recognize them all.” David tried to soothe his worried wife.

“What about Greg and Tamara, those weren’t some very kind strangers and honestly, I don’t want to take my chances with this lass,” Hook muttered, taking a sip of his rum infused coffee.

“Hook and Snow are right, we can’t take our chances,” Emma concluded, “Henry, are you sure that you don’t recognize her from the story book?”

“I haven’t seen her in the book, but I think I have seen her around. Maybe I could talk to her?” he suggested. His two mothers looked nervous, but allowed him to go and chat anyways. This girl seemed about his age and his family would be close. Plus, this allowed time to discuss matters they’d prefer Henry not hear.

As if it was the third coming of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the moment Henry sat at the booth with the young girl Ruby came over to take her order.

“Hey, I’m Henry,” he said as the waitress left the two.

“Carter, Bandit Carter. My friends call me Bird,” she replied, an interest in her voice, “What brings you to this lovely booth?”

“You looked familiar. I think I’ve seen you before… apparently no one else has?”

“And your family thinks I’m dangerous, don’t they,” she chuckled, “I take it this town doesn’t like strangers do they.”

“Well, it’s just that we’ve sorta had a bad history with visitors in this town. It’s nothing on you. Where are you from?”

“I see,” she said, taking a sip from her choccy milkshake that had arrived sooner than it ever had, “your family sent you over here to interrogate me to make sure I didn’t pose a threat.”

“So you are from a story…” Henry smiled, glad that he could investigate on his own without his mothers looking over his shoulder.

“Well, I’m aware of the story book and have been into the enchanted forest, yes,” she replied, succin that straw a bit too fast. She quickly curled up in pain from freezing her brain. She began to giggle from the silly feeling as Henry worriedly stood up, jostling the table enough to send his cup of hot cocoa sailing across the table, straight towards the girl. In a flash, the girl held her hands up, the liquids levitating in midair.

“You’ve gotta be more careful dude,” she laughed out, subconsciously beginning to return the cup and cocoa into their original state only for them to fall on the table as she was knocked unconscious.

“Henry are you okay?” Emma asked while his other mom put a magic neutralizing bracelet on the sleeping girl.

“I-I’m fine. Why’d you do that? I was doing a good job getting information!”

“Henry, that girl had magic. She could have hurt you” Regina replied, “as much as I’d hate to say it, this kid gives me bad vibes.”

“Look,” David said, attempting to be comforting once more, “I think we’re all just a little bit tense. If you’d all like, we can take her down to the sheriff's office and find her files if it makes you feel better.”

Two hours late and the poppy had finally worn off. The child woke in a cell, the whole gang of heroes longingly awaiting her to begin explaining a few things. They had done their research but many of the questions they wished to ask, remained unanswered.

“Ms. Carter, sorry about this situation but we’d like to ask you a few questions,” Snow began.

“Don’t interrogations usually take place in an interrogation room?” the child replied. You could hear the smirk in her words.

“We’ll be the ones asking questions.” David sternly said, defending his wife, “We’ve searched through every database and file on Storybrooke’s residents and have found nothing on a ‘Bandit Carter.’... Is that because it’s not your real name or because you’re not from here.”

“If I’m to be perfectly candid, I’d just like to mention that your registration office does an awful job of accounting for every new arrival in Storybrooke.”

“Answer the question kid.” Emma stated, “Look, we know you have magic. We just want to know who you are.”

“Henry knows who I am.” Bandit smiled, encouraging her friend to speak his mind, “He said it earlier, he’s seen me before.”

“Henry is that true?” Mr. Gold asked, eagerly waiting a response like everyone else in the room.

“Yeah… I’ve definitely… It’s sorta blurry but.. I think I’ve seen you in my dreams.” The room was silent aside from his voice and the incessant ticking of the clock on the wall. “They started a while ago, after we had to fix the stories. I began to have these dreams. Sometimes I can see you. Sometimes it’s just your voice. Other than that I’ve never encountered you.”

“Would you care to explain why you’ve been plaguing my son’s dreams?” Emma threatened questioned, pulling the girl flesh against the bars of the cell.

“Hey,,, chill,, it’s sorta hard to say coherent sentences when you’re being actively threatened,” Carter said, being gently put down, “Henry has been having dreams with me in them because he’s the author. I’m what the Sorcerer liked to call a bookworm, the only member of the Happily Ever After Repair Troops. Unlike being the Author, it’s a permanent job.”

“What do you do? Why are you and Henry Linked?” Snow asked, confusion evident on everyone's faces.

“Well, I’m supposed to clean up after a story has played out. Restore the land to its original prosperity. Tie up loose ends. Give happy endings if possible. Henry and I are linked because, well, our jobs tie into each other. He writes the story and I figure out how to heal the collateral. His dreamscape is where he most often writes and so it’s where we’re linked together strongest.”

“How about why we couldn’t find you in the book? Why is your job permanent? Whats the extent of your abilities?” Mr. Gold asked, with a bit of venom in his words.

“I’ve only been in the book once, when I was written into existence. The Sorcerer had the first author write me and almost immediately after my page was removed and burned. Like how the author can never write his happy ending, I can never be seen on the pages… which makes sense. It would be kinda weird to see the same character appear in every story. I get to work behind the scenes. When the non-important things are happening. I was written to be immortal which is why it’s a permanent job. They gave me any power I could possibly want. My abilities have no extent. In fact, this little cuff you put on me has no effect. I’m immune to your magic. The only reason your little sleeping spell worked on me was because, well, I needed a nap.

“My only guides are to never be seen on the pages and that I must always remain neutral.”

“ ‘Neutral,’ What is that supposed to mean?” Hook asked. Geez these people are paranoid.

“I might have all this power but I can’t use it to tip the balance of good and evil, so if you’re thinking I’m an enemy or wanting me to become your ally, you might as well just leave.”