Marvelous Rebirth:Wish of A Hero

Scene One: Morning Hustle

The sun barely peeked over the horizon as Marshall tugged on his new jacket, glancing at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His room was scattered with reminders of the summer—tools from unfinished experiments, books, and a now-dormant Omnitrix snug on his wrist. The start of the new school year wasn't just a return to the grind; it was a chance to assess who might emerge as allies—or threats—in his world.

"Marshall!" Elaine called from the kitchen. "Hurry up, or you're walking!"

Marshall groaned. "Coming!" He grabbed his backpack, making sure to tuck his laptop securely inside. He wasn't leaving his most valuable tool unguarded, not with everything going on.

Peter was already outside waiting when Marshall stepped onto the curb. "You ready for the chaos?" Peter asked, grinning.

"Chaos?" Marshall smirked. "You mean the annual 'Flash Thompson Show'? Can't wait."

The two made their way to Midtown Middle School, the streets bustling with students and parents. The school building loomed ahead, its brick exterior a blend of nostalgia and dread for Marshall.

Scene Two: Familiar Faces and New Arrivals

The cafeteria was alive with chatter as students poured in, greeting each other after a summer apart. Marshall and Peter navigated through the chaos, grabbing seats at their usual table. Ned was already there, eagerly recounting a summer vacation mishap involving a canoe and an angry goose.

"And then it just—bam!—attacked!" Ned gestured wildly, eliciting laughs from Peter and Marshall.

"Classic Ned," Marshall said, shaking his head

Gwen Stacy approached, balancing her tray. She slid into the seat next to Marshall with ease. "Morning, guys. Did you all finish the science packet over the summer?"

Marshall groaned. "Let me guess: you did it the first week and spent the rest of the summer experimenting with chemicals you weren't supposed to have."

"Guilty," Gwen admitted, smirking.

Flash Thompson made his grand entrance a moment later, his booming voice carrying across the room. "Alright, losers, Flash is back! Hope you enjoyed your summer, 'cause this year, I'm running the show!"

"Does he ever take a day off?" Marshall muttered.

"Nope," Peter replied, avoiding eye contact as Flash approached their table.

"Well, if it isn't Parker and his merry band of nerds," Flash said, leaning over their table. "What, planning to save the world with calculators this year?"

Marshall met his gaze, unamused. "What's your plan, Flash? Keep the bench warm during gym?"

The table stifled laughs as Flash straightened up, clearly annoyed. "Watch your back, Phillips."

As Flash stomped off, the table relaxed. "That never gets old," Gwen said, grinning.

Their conversation shifted as Billy Billions made his way over, his designer clothes practically screaming wealth. "Good morning, peasants," he announced, sliding into a seat uninvited. "Ready to see who wins the science fair this year?"

Marshall rolled his eyes. "Let me guess: you're already working on a solar-powered yacht or something."

"Close," Billy said, leaning back smugly. "Quantum computing. Don't worry, I'll explain it in simple terms when I win."

The banter was interrupted by a new presence—a boy with jet-black hair and a sharp edge to his demeanor. Kevin Levin walked into the cafeteria, his leather jacket and slouched posture making him stand out immediately. The room quieted slightly as people took notice.

"Who's that?" Gwen asked.

Peter shrugged. "Looks intense. Probably the new kid."

Marshall froze, recognizing Kevin immediately. His heart raced as he tried to process what this meant. Kevin Levin wasn't supposed to be here—at least, not yet.

"Marshall?" Gwen waved a hand in front of his face. "You good?"

"Yeah," Marshall said quickly, forcing a smile. "Just… surprised to see someone new."

Kevin glanced around the room, his eyes briefly meeting Marshall's before he found an empty seat near the back.

Marshall's mind raced. "What's he doing here? Is this coincidence, or is something bigger at play?"

Scene Three: First Period and First Impressions

The first class of the day was science, taught by the always-enthusiastic Mr. Douglas. The classroom was packed, with Marshall, Peter, and Gwen sitting together near the middle. Flash and Billy occupied opposite corners, each trying to outshine the other.

Kevin entered late, his expression indifferent as he scanned the room. Mr. Douglas didn't seem to mind. "Ah, our new student! Welcome! Find any open seat."

Kevin dropped into the empty desk near the back, drawing curious glances.

"Alright, class," Mr. Douglas began, clapping his hands. "This year, we're diving into applied sciences. We'll be exploring everything from chemical reactions to theoretical physics."

Marshall's focus was split between the lesson and Kevin. Something about him didn't sit right. He seemed too calm, too detached.

Gwen nudged Marshall. "You're staring."

"Just… observing," Marshall replied.

Scene Four: Lunchroom Dynamics

By lunchtime, the new kid was the talk of the school. Marshall sat with Peter, Ned, and Gwen at their usual spot. The conversation bounced between typical middle school topics, but it always circled back to Kevin.

"Think he's a delinquent?" Ned asked, munching on chips.

"Probably," Peter said. "He's got that 'I don't care' vibe. Like one of those anti-heroes in a comic book."

"Or he's just shy," Gwen offered.

Marshall stayed quiet, trying to process everything. Kevin Levin being here couldn't be random. He had to figure out why.

Kevin, meanwhile, sat alone, picking at his food. Flash walked by and made a snide comment, but Kevin ignored him. Marshall noticed the way Kevin's hand clenched into a fist, but he didn't react otherwise.

Scene Five: The Launch and New Beginnings

After school, Marshall rushed home, his mind still buzzing from the day's events. He pushed Kevin to the back of his thoughts for now—there was something else to focus on.

Peter arrived shortly after, practically bouncing with excitement. "Is it ready? Did you check the analytics?"

Marshall grinned, opening his laptop. The Subway Surfers app had officially launched the previous night, and the numbers were already rolling in.

"Okay," Marshall said, typing furiously. "Let's see how we did."

The dashboard lit up, displaying the download count: 50,000 and climbing. Revenue from in-app purchases was already hitting triple digits.

"Dude!" Peter shouted, almost knocking over his chair. "This is insane! We're rich!"

"Not rich," Marshall corrected, though he couldn't hide his excitement. "But definitely off to a good start. If this keeps up, we'll have enough to start working on the next project."

Peter laughed, throwing an arm around Marshall. "I knew it! I knew this was gonna work!"

Marshall smiled, but his thoughts drifted back to Kevin. The launch was a success, but something told him his life was about to get a lot more complicated.

Scene Six: Researching Kevin Levin

Later that evening, Marshall sat alone in his room, the glow of his laptop illuminating his face. The day's success with the app launch had left him buzzing, but he couldn't shake the unease he felt every time Kevin Levin crossed his mind.

"I need to know more about him," Marshall muttered to himself, pulling up his browser.

He typed quickly, his fingers flying over the keys. Using skills he'd honed over the summer—quietly learning to hack and research without drawing attention—Marshall started digging. Official school records, news articles, even old social media posts.

Kevin's name finally popped up in an article from a small-town paper.

"Kevin Ethan Levin," Marshall read aloud. "Son of Ethan Levin, a mechanic, and Melanie Levin, who's… missing?" His eyes narrowed as he skimmed the article. Kevin's mother had disappeared under mysterious circumstances when he was six years old. His father had been raising him alone ever since, moving frequently—likely to escape trouble, based on the thinly veiled references to "incidents" in their previous towns.

"Incidents," Marshall repeated, shaking his head. "That could mean anything."

The more he dug, the more he noticed a pattern. Wherever Kevin went, trouble seemed to follow. Small property damage reports, unexplained fights at school, even a case involving electrical malfunctions at a local power station.

Marshall leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen. "This guy's definitely got something going on. But what?"

He glanced at the Omnitrix on his wrist, its faint green glow reassuring yet foreboding. "If he's anything like the Kevin I know from the stories, this could get messy."

Still, the files didn't offer any concrete answers. Kevin's delinquent reputation seemed to be earned, but there was no evidence of anything supernatural or alien. At least, not yet.

Marshall saved the files he'd gathered to an encrypted drive, just in case. "Time to keep an eye on him," he decided. "If something's going on, I'll be ready."

Scene Seven: Normalcy in Chaos

The next morning, Marshall met Peter outside his apartment building. Despite the tension bubbling beneath the surface, he forced a smile as they fell into step on their way to school.

"So," Peter said, adjusting his backpack. "Did you sleep at all, or were you too busy counting your millions?"

Marshall laughed. "I slept. But not before checking the numbers again—80,000 downloads now. Revenue's still climbing."

Peter let out a low whistle. "Man, this is just the beginning. We're gonna be unstoppable."

They turned the corner, spotting Gwen waiting for them near the school gates. "Morning, nerds," she greeted, smirking.

"Morning," Peter replied, his voice suddenly an octave higher.

Marshall shook his head, chuckling. "Smooth, Pete."

As they entered the building, the familiar chaos of middle school engulfed them. Flash Thompson was already making a scene in the hallway, tossing a football between his hands and yelling at anyone who dared step in his path.

Billy Billions leaned casually against a locker nearby, loudly bragging about his family's latest vacation to Paris. "The Louvre? Overrated. I told my dad we should've gone to Dubai instead."

Marshall exchanged a glance with Gwen, who rolled her eyes. "Does he ever stop talking?"

"Nope," Marshall replied.

Scene Eight: Kevin's Shadow

Marshall couldn't ignore the way Kevin seemed to drift through the day like a ghost, avoiding eye contact with most people and keeping his answers short when teachers called on him. At lunch, he sat alone again, picking at his food while the rest of the cafeteria buzzed with energy.

Peter nudged Marshall. "What's with you and the new kid? You've been staring at him all day."

"I'm not staring," Marshall said quickly. "I'm… observing."

Gwen arched an eyebrow. "Observing what? He's just a kid."

"Just a kid who's been in trouble a lot," Marshall muttered. "Doesn't that strike you as weird?"

Ned chimed in, munching on a sandwich. "Not really. Some people just have bad luck."

Marshall wasn't convinced. He had a feeling Kevin's "bad luck" wasn't luck at all.

Scene Nine: The Unexpected Encounter

After school, Marshall stayed behind to grab something from his locker. The hallway was mostly empty when he spotted Kevin leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, Marshall considered walking past him, but something about the look in Kevin's eyes stopped him.

"Hey," Marshall said cautiously.

Kevin glanced up, his expression dark. "What do you want?"

"Nothing," Marshall replied, keeping his tone neutral. "Just thought I'd say hi. Welcome you to the circus."

Kevin snorted. "Yeah, thanks. Real welcoming place you've got here."

Marshall hesitated, then decided to take a risk. "So, what brought you here? Family stuff?"

Kevin's jaw tightened. "Something like that."

Before Marshall could ask more, Kevin pushed off the wall and walked away, disappearing down the hall.

Marshall frowned, his unease growing. "Yeah, definitely not a coincidence," he muttered under his breath.

Scene Ten: Evening Reflections

That night, Marshall sat at his desk, staring at the files he'd gathered on Kevin. He couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was at play.

"Why here?" he wondered aloud. "Why now?"

He glanced at the Omnitrix, its glow steady and unyielding. For now, he'd have to keep his distance and watch. If Kevin was hiding something, Marshall was determined to find out what it was—before it was too late.

To Be Continued...