Itsy Bitsy Spider

Summary: The day twenty five years old Penny Parker dies alone in a pool of her own blood is the day thirteen years old Penny Parker open her eyes to a broken future. FemPeter. TimeTravel.

Beta: No Beta. English isn't my first language so, please, bear with me. In case something catches your eye, feel free to tell me and I will correct it. It not only helps my stories but also helps me learn more.

Just a warning: Mentions of character death, AU, Time Travel, Panic Attacks, Self-Harm, Angst and Drama, PTSD, Blood, FemPeterParker, FemPeter-is-Penny, Penny is a mess but she will get better (Promise)

Just a warning (Important!): This story is from Penny's Point of view. I don't know yet if I will add other characters' POV… Maybe in a separate story... Also, keep in mind that I am not - in any way - trying to bash certain characters. I will be writing them as PENNY sees them. She doesn't know what is in their mind.

I don't own anything related to Marvel!

Prologue. Awakening

The first thing she notices upon waking up is agonizing pain.

Her second realization is that she is very much alive.

After that, there is only panic.

Breathing with difficult, she tries to understand what is going on. She knows where she is; it is impossible to mistake her childhood room for something else. But what she just can't get a answer to, is why she is there when the last thing she remembers is laying in a pool of her own blood, bleeding to death after giving her comrades a chance to escape. Sacrificing her own life for those still alive was the last thing she could do after failing so many others.

She closes her eyes, trying to come up with a reason to why she is imagining her childhood room but can't come up with anything. Her room along the whole house had been destroyed along with half of New York not even three months ago so it hurts to be there.

Penny tries to stand up only to hisses in pain. She takes a deep and shaky breath.

It feels too real to be a fragment of her cruel imagination.

Tears forms in the corner of her eyes but she refuses to cry. She needs to know where – even when – she is. She needs answers and if there is something that the end of the world didn't take from her it is her stubbornness so she will get what she wants.

Pushing herself from the ground, Penny winces. Both from pain and the blood in floor. At least three of her ribs are broken and by the way she is bleeding, she still has some of the wounds that killed – or should have killed – her. Only, they don't look as bad as before. She can deal with them.

It is dark, her windows are closed, but Penny knows her childhood room like the palm of her hand. She limps to the bathroom, flipping the light switch halfhearted and stops.

Slowly, almost fearfully of what she may see, Penny turns in direction of the mirror. She stares.

The thirteen years old girl in the mirror stares back with an foreign expression that shouldn't belong in that face. She looks horrible.

Penny laughs with a hint of hysteria.

Twelve years. Somehow, she is not only alive, but has also been sent twelve years into the past.

What a sick joke, she thinks.

She touches her face, the girl in the mirror copying her. Penny had been right to think that she still had her wounds with her, but along them, all the scars she had acquired along the years were also present.

Sighing, she opens the drawer to grab the first aid kit she knows is there. Penny remembers being bullied a lot as a thirteen years old. She was a loner and had yet to befriend Gwen and Harry so the first aid kit was the only way she dealt with the bruises she got from Flash and his gang.

She hisses, her whole body trembling as she turns the clod water and steps in the shower. With a scissor she found inside the first aid kit box, she cuts her burnt hair. Penny only stops after there is nothing but a pixie haircut.

She cleans the blood from her body, her eyes narrowing at some of her wounds which seems to be already – in a very slow pace – closing. Apparently, she retained a little of her healing abilities even though she only gained her powers at fifteen.

She is walking out of the shower half an hour later when she hears her Aunt walking past her door. The woman mutters something about what to make for breakfast but Penny doesn't pay attention to the words and merely focus on the voice she hadn't heard in one year.

She grips the sink, trying to not curl in a ball and cry until no more tears can be shed but Penny is only half victorious.

Penny gasps for air as a wave of uselessness shock grief and pain pain pain washes over her body. The bathroom disappears and is replaced by a destroyed street. The faces of the bodies around her are nothing buy a blur and all she can see and hear is her Aunt scream in agony as she is ripped piece by piece not even three feet away from her.

She kneels. Her forehead touches the floor as she tries to wake up. Penny is broken but she has had her fair share of flash backs before to know that it isn't real. That, however, doesn't stop her from crawling her face in despair as she is pulled in and out of the memory. Her mask is no where to be seen, and all she wants is for the blood in her face – blood that doesn't belong to her – to disappear. Bile rises as the smell of burned flesh reaches her senses and she closes her eyes with a silent scream.

Wake up, wake up, wake up – Penny gasps as she hits her forehead against the floor. The vision – memory – disappears and she finds herself inside the bathroom once more. Her face burns as she reaches to the first aid kit with a trembling hand. As she patches herself up, she tries to occupy her mind. She just can't think of time travel at the moment. Humming, she lists all fifty American States.

Alaska, Alabama, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Illinois, Idaho, Indiana, Iowa…

A look at the calendar in the wall shows that it is Summer Holidays (Thank all gods out there because Penny doesn't know what she would have done if there was school) but Penny still takes a long sleeved shirt from her closet as well as a long skirt and boots. She makes a mental note to give away some of those clothes there to those who would use them as well buy more make up because she uses almost everything to hide the bruises in her face and neck as well as the scar she in the right side of her face (She always knew that Rogers couldn't be trusted, especially after the Civil War debacle. That man only thought about himself).

...Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana…

She looks at her room. It is colorfully. Her eyes almost hurt. She hadn't seen so many colors in a long time. There are posters of bands she can no longer remember the name in her walls and her eyes take on the usual teen mess in the floor. Her nose wrinkles when she sees the blood in her bed and in some of her old things.

Not wanting to risk Aunt May or Uncle Ben (He is alive and she can keep it that way – Uncle Ben is alive!) seeing anything, Penny cleans the blood as much as she can, throwing what couldn't be saved out of the window. Everything falls inside the dumpster outside so she doesn't blink as she works.

The posters go next as does the clothes she had been using when she woke up. Finished, Penny trains her walk. She can't walk around limping every time she moved. Questions would be made and she isn't in the right mental state to answer – lie – her way out of them.

...Nebraska, Nevada, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota...

Her steps to the kitchen are slow. Uncle Ben is still sleeping and she can hear Aunt May humming as she prepares breakfast. As much as it pains her to admit it, Penny would prefer to see Uncle Ben rather than Aunt May. The loss of Aunt May is too raw but the wounds caused by Uncle Ben's has long since healed. She moved on.

"Penny! What happened to your hair?"

Penny puts her hands behind her back and clenches her fits to the point of bleeding. The pain keep her awake and away from the memories. Such method won't work for long but is enough for now.

"I wanted something new." She barely recognizes her voice. Penny almost grimaces.

Aunt May also finds something strange about her voice by the look she gives her but doesn't comment. Penny is thirteen (Twenty five) so any strange behavior of her part can be blamed on her puberty. At least, Penny hopes so. Even after all those years, she still finds it difficult to lie to Aunt May. She could make a half-lie but nothing else.

"It suits you, dear!" She smiles sweetly. Penny tries to smile back and hopes it doesn't look as broken as she feels. "Are you planning on going out?" Aunt May asks.

She is. But only because she needs time to breath and think without hurting every time she thought of how close Aunt May was. That will only distract her and Penny has things to understand and plans to make.

Penny tries to keep eye contact but it is too much. She looks away and plays with her hair. "I am going shopping. I wanted new clothes and to redecorate my room..."

Her eyebrow twitches as the woman gives her an odd look at this answer.

Penny bites her tongue, trying to not panic when it hits her why something like shopping would gather such reaction. Penny only started going to shopping for herself on her own free will at sixteen. Thirteen years old Penny hated shopping. She thought it was girly and too troublesome.

Before she can come up with a excuse, Aunt May squeals happily. "My baby girl is growing up!"

Penny almost cries in relief.

"Do you have money?"

Penny merely pats the bag she has with her. She has more than enough. Penny shoved every single dollar she found in her room inside the bag. She has no idea of what she is going to do with it but money always come in handy.

"I will give you some more!" Her Aunt waves her protests off as she rushes to her purse. She gives Penny one hundred dollars; a stern look in her eyes daring her niece to refuse her. "Now, why don't you eat first? I made pancakes!"

Pancakes? When was the last time she ate pancakes? She could barely remember the taste…

Penny makes a excuse. She doesn't even know what she says exactly but she still smiles (It hurts. God, it hurts. She no longer knows how to do this) and tries to remember how she acts at this age. Penny is almost at the door when her Aunt stops her.

"I made your favorite! Chocolate!" There is a pout there. Penny can't see it but she can still feel it.

Aunt May sounds so playful. When was the last time she heard the woman sound like that or look like that? She had always been so calm and even a little distant after Uncle Ben died…

Penny closes her eyes and turns around. Her Aunt is nowhere to be seen but she knows the woman is smiling victorious as the time traveler walks to the kitchen.

…Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin… There is only 48… She is missing something… Oh well, she can start again… Alaska, Alabama…

Penny walks away from the house almost an hour later. She checks her make up with the help of a hand mirror and catches the bus down the street. The driver greets her cheerfully and she smiles (Maybe if she keeps trying, it will look sincere instead of painfully) before taking a seat in the back.

She gets out of the bus in the Central Park. Her head immediately turning in direction of the Stark Tower that has yet to be made. For a moment, she sees the Tower there. It is on fire as is everything else around it. There are people screaming and Pepper – Pepper is still there and – Penny blinks as she tastes something metallic in her mouth.

Her lips is bleeding and it takes her only two seconds to notice the crimson crescent moon marks in the palm of her hands.

Penny takes a deep breath.

…She always – always – forgets New Hampshire and Wyoming.

She cleans herself up as she walks further in the park. Penny tries to not look around, afraid of another flashback, and soon enough picks up a rather isolated place to seat. The trees hides her from everyone else and Penny can pinpoint three different escape routes if necessary.

She sits down, staring at the faint scars in her hands before taking a notebook and a pen from her bag. She puts them aside for the moment and closes her eyes, breathing in and out as Danny (lost both of his legs after saving the life of an elder couple; he disappeared two weeks later – Matt, Luke and Jessica were never the same after the loss of their friend) had taught to her to do when she wanted to clean her mind and organize her thoughts.

Now that she can finally breath properly and think, a long forgotten emotion burst in her chest. It is warm and she finds herself filled with energy every time the words time travel repeats like a broken record in her mind.

She is in the past. She has a chance to save her friends, to save her world. Penny isn't such a fool as to let such opportunity slid from her fingers.

Penny is broken.

She can barely walk a little without suffering a flashback and the pieces of her heart and soul are shattered on the floor but that doesn't mean that she is lost beyond repair. Little by little, if she fights for it and picks up the pieces, she can stop the future from repeating itself.

Penny is broken and now, she has a long and difficult road ahead of her.

But she can and will do it.

If not for her friends, then for the world they sacrificed everything for.

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-Cissnei