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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
This is exactly why I never wanted this “super-hero” gig in the first place. How could I have known anything about being one? Sure, I’ve seen some of the recent “super-hero” movies, but that’s Hollywood, right? That’s just CGI magic, scripted fights, and smoke & mirrors. How could that be of any use to me?

What’s more, I was about ready to have my butt handed to me, and I’m the one who has the super powers. How in the world was I going to face villains who actually have powers when I cannot handle one that doesn’t? While I had intended to save my friends, I probably have just made myself the victim. If it wasn’t for my superhuman reflexes, I probably would be out cold right now.

Wait. One. Second. I should be smarter than this. I should know from my athletic career that if you cannot use blunt force to overcome your opponent, you must find another way. Bulkier doesn’t always mean better.

First, I needed to create some separation between this shady man and me. I performed a back handspring in order to create the space I needed in order to prepare my next move. Finally, my high school cheerleading days have paid off! Once I have landed on my two feet after I performed the acrobatic feat, I extended my hands toward the assailant and double-tapped the small trigger located at the end of my palm.

Two separate strings of spider webbing shot out from my wrists, flying toward my opponent. However, the result wasn’t what I expected. Whenever Spider-Man would do this, it seemed like the webbing would form how he wanted it. If he needed to ensnare a thief, the webbing would perfectly form a net and capture the villain. This did [b]NOT[/b] happen for me. Only two weblines struck the man in the check, stunning him for a moment, but it did not incapacitating him.

I only had moments until my attacker would snap out of his initial shock. After quickly scanning the area, I saw a thin pipe in the alleyway, one that was almost the size of a baseball bat. I quickly used another webline to pull the pipe over towards me, grasping it in my hands. Once I had my intended weapon in my hands and I had turned my attention back to the other man, I realized that he was already about ready to strike me.

Too bad I had spider reflexes. I swung the pipe at the man’s thigh, just as if I was swinging a bat when I used to play softball back in high school. The man crumbled to the ground, groaning in pain. I dropped the pipe, causing a clanking noise to echo throughout the alleyway. I wasn’t sure if I was overjoyed or horrified that I just struck this man. I could probably chalk it up to self-defense, but still, I just struck a man with a pipe. I wasn’t a violent person, was I?

Anyways, I took a deep breath and approached my friends. I didn’t want them to know that I was, well, a metahuman now, so I tried to disguise my voice. I mean, how hard could it be? No one figured out that Batman and Spider-Man were Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. Batman didn’t even wear anything over his mouth.

“Could someone please call 9-1-1 so that the police can pick this guy up,” I said while pointing at the man rolling on the ground. I tried to alter my voice, but the only thing I achieved was making myself sound like a bozo.

“Aubrey?” One of my friends guessed.

Gosh darn it. This “disguising my identity” seems like it won’t be as easy as my comic counterparts make it out to be.

“What? I never heard of that name before,” I tried to deny, but my voice was still betraying me, no matter how much I tried to alter or hide it. How in the world did no one catch on that Batman and Spider-Man sounded just like Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker? Was J. Jonah Jameson so thickheaded that he could not tell that his stud photographer sounded just like Spider-Man?

“Aubrey, where have you been? You been gone for over a day!” Another one of my roommates asked.

This was neither the time nor the place where I wanted either to answer or to discuss that question. I needed a way out and the only way out was up. I gave my three friends a snarky comment about not going into dark alleys at night and promptly jumped toward the wall, adhering to the side of the building with my hands and legs.

“Aubrey Rose Adkins. You come down here right this instance!” The third friend said. My comment obviously did not go over well with them. However, I just ignored their cries and continued up the wall. I mean, who do they think they are by calling me by my entire name, including my middle name? My mom?

Once I crawled up the side of the building and flipped back onto the rooftop, I immediately saw that Athena had been waiting for me. She reached her hand out towards me, clutching my shoulder in her arms. Seconds after she took my shoulder, a bright white light blinded me. The next thing I knew, I was back in my room in the apartment I shared with my roommates. They had not arrived home from the grocery store yet. And good thing, too! There was a woman dressed up like a Greek goddess standing in my room (let alone that I looked like someone trying to cosplay a female copy of Spider-Man).

“How in the world do you expect me to do this job – which I honestly did not want to do in the first place – when people can easily recognize me by means of my voice?” I yelled at the so-called “Goddess”.

“Don’t worry, child. I will think of something,” Athena said as she smiled at me. “I am in fact called the Goddess of Wisdom for a reason.” Once she finished her sentence, she instantaneously blinked out of existence, disappearing from my line of sight. All I know is that this is definitely is going to be a ‘love hate’ relationship between the two of us.