Marvel: The Next Generation

I'd like to shout out to Stiltsrosko and IceDragoness. Their stories are awesome; should give them a read;). And thanks to IceDragoness for letting me use a few of her OC characters. I'd also want to thank my awesome friends, I've written them into the story as students, so keep an eye out;). So, a little about this story before you dive in. This is my own telling of the MCU, and events will be slightly different. Also, I know the canon, but I've changed it to my own liking. Like the younger heroes coming out earlier, etc. It takes place mostly in New York, and forgive me if I don't get street names or places correct; I've never been there. Grayson Clarke is a normal senior in Midtown high. It follows him throughout the year. It picks up right after the events in the Age of Ultron and carries over into Civil War. Sorry in advance if I get dates wrong. His mom is a nurse, and his dad works at Oscorp and will go through a trial because Octavius was illegally trying to recreate the super-soldier serum. Grayson ends up befriending Gwen Stacy (his main love interest), and later the other young avengers, having no idea who they really are. Later, his parents are killed by Octavius, and he and his little sister Zoey (who also has a few friends you'll recognize), are experimented on. They both get powers from the serum but come to find out, they both had a dormant X-gene, which gives them both abilities he wasn't intending. I've also added more characters, such as the X-Men, the Fantastic Four, Luke, and the other Defenders, Deadpool, and various villains. Yes, there will be language, possibly other mature content, so T rating, just to be safe. I will update chapter by chapter as regularly as I can. I work a lot at a hospital, so bear with me. Each chapter will be told from the point of view of the characters. Before this becomes a huge question, yes, Grayson Clarke is loosely based on me. I hope you fellow marvel fans enjoy this as much as I did writing it. I own only the Clarke family and friends, and Marvel/Disney owns the rest.

There is a character list on my Tumblr of everyone who appears or will appear, and which actor I see them as. The name is graysonclarke96. There is also artwork on my page, so check that out.

Chapter 1: Grayson Clarke

Monday, August 24th, 2015

The sound of my alarm jolted me out of my sleep. 6:20, I saw as I rolled over with a groan because today was the first day of my senior year. I scrounged around in my dresser, trying to find a pair of clean clothes. I settled on worn jeans and a white t-shirt. Scooping my backpack off the floor, I headed out into the hall. I didn't see any sign of my dad as I made my way through the apartment. My mom, Sally, stood by the kitchen counter with a mug in hand.

"Morning, honey," she said as I set my bag on the table.

"Morning," I replied. She was in her scrubs already as I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet. My little sister, Zoey, sat at the table, eating a plate of waffles. I ruffled her hair, something she hated.

"Grayson, stop. You ass," she said.

"Hey, language," my mom said, making me laugh.

"Sorry," Zoey said quickly. She stuck her tongue out at me when our mom had turned around. I ate a quick breakfast and grabbed my shoes. Saying goodbye to my mom and sister, I walked out of the apartment and made my way towards the stairwell.

Even this early, New York was bustling with pedestrians and cars flooded the streets. I walked down my usual route to school, moving around the ever-growing sea of people. Midtown High was a short distance away, and as long as I'd been going there, I've always gone on foot. I arrived about twenty minutes later, the front lawn of the school already milling with students. I passed by a group of jocks, or at least I tried to. The biggest one, Flash Thompson, stuck out his foot. I tripped over it and hit the concrete hard. I skinned my knee through a small tear in my jeans, and some blood stains started to appear. What a way to start the day, I thought to myself. All I heard was the loud laughter coming from the crowd of kids around us. Flash had that stupid grin on his face.

"Watch where you're going, Clarke!" he said. Since he was the star of the basketball team and always had his friends around him, I never started a fight. I picked my bag off of the ground and went to head inside. I could still hear Flash's taunts as I passed through the front doors.

When I got to my locker, I saw a glimpse of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. Gwen Stacy, the girl I'd had a crush on since last year. She was hands down the most attractive girl in the school. She kept to herself mostly, although most of the guys, including Flash, were continually trying to get her attention. Flash Thompson must've seen me looking at her because he rammed his shoulder into me, pushing me into the lockers. I gritted my teeth and glared at him. His buddies chuckled as they made their way to their lockers. He leaned against the one next to Gwen's and started talking to her. She leaned away from him as he started talking to her. I finished grabbing my books and walked to my homeroom. As I passed her, our eyes met. I could see some sympathy in hers, as well as the discomfort that Flash was giving her. Even though I knew what might happen, I stopped and walked over to her.

"Hey, Gwen. Just checking to see if you're still coming to my game tonight." Flash's face scrunched together in growing anger.

"Fuck off, Grayson," he said. I ignored him, and Gwen spoke up.

"Yeah, absolutely, I'll be there." She smiled, and I swear it made my knees weak. Flash, on the other hand, grew even more pissed off. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me to face him. His fist slammed into my left eye. I stumbled back and fell to the ground, my face feeling like it was on fire. The students in the hallway stood around in silence, waiting for a fight. Flash's buddies were standing in a circle around me when I got to my feet. Flash hit me again right in the stomach. I doubled over and tried to catch my breath.

"Flash, come on. Stop", Gwen said. By now, the crowd of students had gathered closer and were cheering him on. Another blow split my lip, and he threw me into the lockers, and I slid onto the floor. I leaned back, my lungs just now filling with air again.

"STAY DOWN, CLARKE!" he yelled. The crowd dispersed, and I heard insults towards me. I got up and walked to the restroom. I checked my face in the mirror and saw bloodstains on my shirt. Bruising was already forming under my left eye. I lifted my shirt and saw the start of more bruising below my rib cage. I sighed, knowing my parents would flip out when they saw this. When I walked into homeroom, all eyes were on me. I didn't look at any of them as I took my seat near the back. Gwen sat off to my left. I glanced over to see her blue eyes locked onto my black eye.

"Don't you need to go see the nurse?" she asked.

"No, I'm fine," I said, my voice coming out a little hoarse.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue earlier," she said. "Anytime," I replied. She smiled in response, and it made my stomach flip.

I doodled in my notebook for a few minutes before she laid her hand on my arm.

"When is your game?" she asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Your game. You invited me to come. When is it?" she asked again. I focused on her words instead of the blue of her eyes.

"It's at 6. At the home field," I replied.

"Great. I'll be there," she said. I smiled and returned to my notebook until the bell rang. I gathered my things and headed off to the first period. My friend, and teammate, Morgan Tyler, shared this class with me. "Dude, are you ok?" he asked. I took a seat to his right.

"I'm fine. I can still play tonight," I replied.

"Coach isn't going to be happy about that," he said, pointing to my eye. Coach Reynolds was our baseball coach, and he wasn't too fond of hallway drama.

"Shit. Think he'll make me run laps?" I asked.

"Probably. You'll be lucky he doesn't bench you from the game," he answered. I leaned back in my seat and groaned. Our teacher, Mr. Jackson, strolled into the room.

"Hope everyone had a great summer," he said. He started passing out sheets of paper. It was one of those 'What do you remember from last year' worksheets. I filled it out, thinking I did pretty good, considering my summer consisted of work and baseball. I handed it back to him towards the last ten minutes of class.

I pulled out my class schedule and double-checked it. My next class, English with Mrs. Druthers, was not something I looked forward to. She was an older lady and was very hard on her students.

"What do you have next?" I asked Morgan. He glanced over his schedule.

"I have Math with that new teacher, Mr. Spreng, I think," he said.

"I've got English with Druthers," I said.

"Oooh. Good luck with that", he said. I gathered my things when the bell rang at 8:05. I walked into her room and gagged. The stench of way too many cinnamon candles reached my nose.

"Wherever you sit now is your assigned seat for the year," she said. I took a seat on the other side of the room from her desk. While I waited for class to start, I watched the news broadcast on TV. 'Avengers conflict in Sokovia comes to a close. City destroyed in the aftermath', scrolled across the bottom. Footage showed the Avengers returning to the Tower. Two other people I didn't recognize followed behind them. One was a girl with a red jacket, and she looked high school age. Long brown hair hung down her back as she nervously glanced at all the cameras. The next guy was certainly a sight. His skin was red, and a gold cape billowed out as he walked past the reporters. I realized he wasn't a man at all when he faced a camera directly. He was some kind of machine, and his eyes seemed to rotate.

Tony Stark, in full armor, stopped to address the crowd as the others disappeared inside. Mrs. Druthers shut the tv off as the remainder of the students filed into class. Right off the bat, she assigned us a homework assignment. The class collectively groaned. Partway through the period, there was a knock at the door. The principal, Mr. Johnson, walked into the classroom, a student following him in. She was a few inches shorter than me, probably '5"11. One of her parents had to be Chinese, as I noticed her face. She had dark brown eyes and dark hair with the tips dyed purple. She didn't seem at all shy like a new student usually does.

Mr. Johnson addressed the class, "This is Daisy Johnson. She just transferred here from a private school," he said. She took a seat next to me as Johnson left the room. Mrs. Druthers handed her the homework, "It'll be due this coming Wednesday since you're new," she said.

"Thank you," Daisy said. She pulled out a book and started reading it. I kept noticing her eyes would glance over at me every once in a while.

"I'm Grayson," I said, trying to be kind.

"Hi. You already know my name," she said.

"Where did you transfer from?" I asked.

"This private school in Manhattan. It was a great school, but the classes were nowhere near as large as this", she said.

"That must be weird for you then, all these faces," I said.

"I'll get used to it. Any of them I should watch out for?" she asked.

I glanced over at Flash, "Just one," I said.

She followed my gaze, "Let me guess; he gave you that?" she asked. She pointed to my black eye.

"Yeah. That and more," I said.

"Right. Watch out for the dickhead jock, got it", she said. I laughed at that, which made her smile. Towards the end of class, she was staring at her schedule.

"Do you need help finding your class?" I asked.

"Yes, that would be great," she said. I glanced at her sheet for a moment. She had Bio with Hamsher, which was my next class as well.

"That's my next class too. I had him for a study hall teacher a few times last year; he's a good teacher," I said.

"Great. I love science," she said.

"That's probably my worst subject," I said. The bell rang, and I led her down the hall and to our next class. When we walked in, I saw Gwen seated towards the back. She looked over at me and smiled. I heard Daisy gasp a little when she saw Gwen.

"You know her?" I asked.

"No, I don't," she replied quickly. I sat down next to Gwen and introduced the two of them. Daisy sat on the other side of Gwen. As the class went on, they engaged in a quiet conversation.

I only picked up on one sentence, "You didn't tell me you went here," Daisy whispered.

"Yeah, well, there's a lot I don't like to share, Daisy," Gwen replied. They for sure knew one another from somewhere else. Daisy was in the rest of my classes, and I helped show her around.

When the final bell rang, I stopped by my locker and dropped a few things off. I stopped at Delmar's on the way home and got my usual. I worked on homework until I had to leave for my game. It was a doubleheader, so I threw a towel into my bag. I walked out of the building and towards the high school. The bus that had the opposing team from Westchester went by me. I arrived at the school shortly after their bus had dropped them off. I jogged to the dugout and got ready for the game.

Coach saw my black eye, "Clarke, did you get into a fight?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Go take a lap," he said. I sighed and dropped my bag onto the floor of the dugout. Morgan had a sly grin on his face.

"Oh, don't say it," I said. I passed by the stands and saw Gwen. She was talking to Daisy and some other girl. Gwen saw me and waved, and I waved back.

Daisy waved at me, too, as I jogged past. I finished my lap just as the team started practicing drills. After drills, I was first to bat, a little nervous, but glad the coach didn't bench me. The opposing team's pitcher, Bobby Drake, I think was his name, wound up his arm. I readied the bat as he prepared to throw. The ball sailed towards me, and I swung my bat. The two made contact, giving out a satisfying ding. The ball arced towards the outfield. I dropped the bat and made a mad dash, hearing people cheer my name.

I had just reached the second plate just as a player tried to take me.

"Safe!" the basemen yelled. I dusted off my pants and prepared to run again. My mom and sister were cheering from the bleachers. Ethan Cahill was up next. He swung the bat, and the ball sailed far into the outfield. I ran from second, trying to make it to home plate. I passed third as shouts of encouragement came to my ears. I slid home, and the umpire yelled, "Safe!". We were up by two in the fifth inning. I went up to bat again. I missed the swing, and the ball hit me on the shoulder. I dropped the bat and took my base. I massaged my arm before I had to run again.

We won the first game by three. We had a little bit of time before the second game. I took out a few bucks and headed over to the concessions. I waited in line before someone tapped my arm. I turned around to see Gwen.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi. I've got to be honest; baseball's better than basketball. Flash always hounded me to go to his games", she said, rolling her eyes. I paid for two water bottles and handed one to her.

"Thanks," she said. "Why do you hang out with a guy like that?" I asked. We walked at a slow pace back towards the stands.

"Believe me, I've said no. But he's a bull-headed ass and doesn't understand the word". I laughed at her remark.

"But I think I've got better options now," she added. I felt her eyes on me. I looked over at her, my face starting to flush.

"There you are; we've been wondering where you've been." My mom and Zoey walked towards us.

"What the hell happened to your eye!?" she asked.

"Was it that Thompson boy again?" Mom asked.

"Yeah. It's nothing, mom. It doesn't hurt anymore." She was still pissed as I hugged her and ruffled my sisters hair.

"Stop," she said, glaring at me.

"And who might this be?" my mom asked. I gestured to Gwen, "Mom, this is Gwen. Gwen, this is my mom and sister, Zoey."

Gwen shook my mom's hand, "it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Clarke."

Zoey spoke up, "You're beautiful. Are you sure you're a friend of my brothers?", she asked. Gwen laughed and replied, "Thank you, yeah, I'm sure."

"I'll see you guys later," I said. Zoey and my mom walked past us to the concessions.

"Your family's nice. I only have little brothers. Always wanted a sister", she said.

"She's a pain, ever since she started freshman year," I joked. Gwen slapped my arm, and we both started laughing. "Go hit a home run for me," she said.

"Absolutely. See you after the game?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. She walked back to the bleachers, and I went back to the dugout. Halfway through the second game, we were down by three. We ended up losing the game. I tossed my stuff into my duffel and walked towards the school. I hung out with Gwen for a while before going home. I was exhausted when I finally got home. I ate dinner in my room and worked on my homework some more. I took a shower and went to bed. I laid there for a while, unable to sleep. I kept thinking about Daisy and Gwen's conversation earlier and how they could've known each other. I finally dozed off to sleep around 10.

Mr. Johnson was the principal at my school; he has no relation to Daisy in this story. Sorry for any confusion. And Daisy and Gwen are best friends, but Daisy didn't know where Gwen went to school. The news footage showing the Avengers coming back is a few days old at this point. Also, Gwen's suit is like the one in the artwork for that Marvel Rising series, just to help give you an image. That's the first chapter!. I hope you enjoyed it. Grayson out!.