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“They can change, they just need someone who knows that they can do it.” Peter retaliated, straightened his back, and hovered above his little sister “I will keep doing it forever if I have to, but I will not force them by fear.”

Spider-Man on the question of criminals

G H O S T

A Day Off

“How’s the dinner?” Logan asked her as they walked alongside one another on the edge of the lake, cones of ice cream in their hands. Storm got her white tank top on, showing her toned stomach, and low-waistline denim jeans, braving the summer sun casually while letting her silver hair flow freely with the caressing wind. She’s a sight to behold, everybody agrees on this, and many looked up to her as a goddess justifiably.

‘You know she fancies you, right?’

‘Yeah, sure, Furball.’ He mused with a chuckle.

“It’s my mother’s idea, actually,” Ororo relayed “She's an old friend with Queen Regent Ramonda, and both agree there’s no one else the Golden Tribe should be welcome as his consort.”

“So, it’s political?”

“Well, for the most part,” Ororo replied as they kept to the shades, enjoying the sounds of children and humans around them “T’Challa was not a bad man or anything, I've known him since we were children, but we are like siblings more than anything, and his eyes are set on someone else already,”

‘So does mine,’ Ororo muttered internally as she glanced sideways towards the long-living mutant, so manly and intimidating in visage that very few get to know the soft sides of his. He was a caring person despite his hard image of a brute; most of the girls in the Institute looked at him like their uncle and she saw many instances in which Logan also acted like their overprotective father without knowing.

[ Secret Invasion Part 2: Tangled Webs | AO3 ]

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Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy, Glimpse of Ben Parker/May Parker Characters: Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Edith, Some thief Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, EDITH got a personality from yours truly, A bit science heavy, The Avengers are just decorations, Kinda like how an alien invasion in Insomniac's Spider-Man 2 happened and none were found, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault Series: Part 1 of Legacy-Verse Summary:

Peter Parker is just a college student, albeit one that take double majors approach with Biochemistry and Engineering.

Peter Parker is, no, was, an Avenger.

Peter Parker used to mean something, to numbers of people.

Peter Parker is also, Spider-Man; a persona that exists in a constant alternative state between loved/hated by New Yorkers.

Peter Parker was given a chance, albeit tragically, to be born anew in a world oblivious(ed) to his indentity. And he sure was not going to waste it.

** The mention of SA will only be in the final chapter **

CONTEXT for this universe>>> 1. Wanda Vision never happened. 2. Dr. Strange: Multiverse of Madness never happened. 3. The stories derived directly from the moment Strange cast the Oblivion Curse and branched into this continuity, and anything MCU released after NWH was considered non-related to this series.

“What the fuck is that thing?!” Teresa roared as her leg muscles were burning, sweat soaking, head frantically turning left and right to scan for the pursuing demon in a giant man’s guise filled with bloodlust and perverted sadism.

“The hell…would I know…” Bobbi’s panting showcased the limitation of her body caused by a large wound on her stomach from the lightning-fast claw attack courtesy of Victor Creed. The new stim shot developed by Richard Parker recently helps numb the pain and keep her going, but the loss of blood is slow but gradually catching up as the chase goes on.

“He’s too fast to be a human!” following her instinct, Teresa shot a valley of ICER rounds into the rustling bushes surrounding them, still having no clue about their destination.

There’s only a singular drive that matters at the moment.

Survive.

They run, and run, but the chance of survival receding significantly with the more Bobbi Morse keeps pushing her limits.

“Run, little rabbits! Make it more fun for me!” the giant man cackled from the woods, like a wraith of vengeance hunting them down. Sounds of trees being pounced upon and launched from chasing their tails like a shadow, deliberately stretching out the inevitable doom for entertainment.

She’s not an expert marksman or godly-accurate like Hawkeye or anything, but she could’ve sworn on her dead mother’s grave that she landed at least five shots of ICER rounds into the inhuman hunter after he almost disemboweled the blonde agent. According to the specs, that much dendrotoxin in someone’s system should introduce a cardiac arrest or even semi-permanent nerve damage already; yet the motherfucker’s still maniacally hunting them down like cattle effortlessly.

Maybe, just maybe, she can sacrifice Morse and get away from here. A slim chance of success, but it’s better than whatever the sadist giant had in mind.

That’s how she lived her life since…

Teresa suddenly stopped in her tracks and ducked down out of instinct, rolled out of the way, and quickly lined the barrel of her ICER at the blur of Victor Creed, aiming at the center of mass. Three consecutive shots rang out, colliding into the savage man’s chest and neck, resulting in his falling limp and careening into a nearby fell tree, the sound of the collision was identical to a speeding truck crashing into a pole. The light of hope is fleeting, as the mass of a furred man slowly rises from the exploded tree with splints of wood piercing into his flesh, yet the animalistic man doesn’t seem too bothered by it at all.

Under the moonlight, Teresa witnessed the most baffling sight she’d ever come across.

Victor Creed casually dislodged all of the splints from his body, even the big one that pierced through his diaphragm had been pulled out like plucking a chicken’s feather, the exposed skin shows the wounds he sustained a mere moment earlier mending themselves like reverse footage, accelerated beyond human comprehension.

His metallic and shiny grin of death illuminated by the cold and uncaring gleam of the moon sowed despair into her heart. Shaken with fear and desperation, Teresa lined the gun again at the slowly approaching monster in front of her and fired another set of shots into his broad chest.

Her fingers kept pulling, her arms locked into a straight line, and her eyes glued to the occasional struggle of her killer.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Click…

Click…

“Damn…that’s annoying,” Victor Creed growled with a sadistic smile, tensing up his arms and extending his Adamantium claws from his fingers “Ya should’ve kept running, little rabbit,” his clawed hand raised above his head, prepped for a deathly swipe, but he went rigid and foaming at his mouth a moment later as a sling of electrode penetrated his side, sending a lethal dose of electric shock through his body.

Teresa’s eyes traced the line back to its origin and met with the pale face of Bobbi Morse leaning against a tree trunk with one of her escrima in hand, her pressing finger violently shaking from exhaustion.

“Get out of there!” the command came in like a dying plea, but it was enough to jumpstart her paralyzed brain. Rolling to the side and running again, Teresa approached her C.O. with confusion and gratitude. “The battery won’t hold much longer…we need to…” she whimpered, almost collapsing on the tree trunk if not for Teresa’s support.

Teresa, with quick thinking, took Bobbi’s gun into her hand and rained another magazine down on Victor Creed, purposefully grouping the shots at his head. “How many spares do you have?” the Chameleon gritted through the fear and reloaded one from her belt into the gun.

“A couple…” Bobbi groaned and leaned heavily on Teresa, her hand still clutching the escrima like a lifeline. “Fury said nothing…about this kind of…monster.” Morse coughs a froth of blood, her internal organs starting to break down.

The effect starts to lessen when the battery is running out of juice, evidently shown in how Victor Creed gets hold of the electrode cable with his massive hand and pulls; the hook tip dislodged forcefully from his side accompanied by a squirt of blood.

“Woah! That’s the stuff! Haven’t been shocked that good since Harbin, makes me kinda missing that fucker Shiro,” Sabretooth yapped on while evading another electrode with ease since he wasn’t caught off guard this time. “Ya got some bite, I’ll give y’all that.” He walked up to them, claws sprung, and metallic fang lined his grinning face. the halo of death formed around his head from the fading moonlight was to be the last sight they would see in this final moment. “But, sadly, bunnies; everything ends.”

Summer Road trip

AO3 fic cover (WIP)

“Aside from spying on me, you mean,” Norman cut in, face still harboring a grin, but his eyes turned cold and calculated, boring their penetrating glare into her. “It’s not an acceptable thing to be doing, especially for one relying on a university’s scholarship such as yourself, Miss Stacy.” The words made her stop, and Gwen slowly turned towards the red-haired man who managed to instill an inexplicable dread and revulsion by the cloak-and-dagger nature he often operates in, as well as the recount she’d heard from her boyfriend about his maniacal counterpart from another reality. “A scholarship that, I might add, relies heavily on OSCORP’s charitable donation for years now.” He drums his fingers onto the table’s surface in a rousing rhythm, harboring a triumphant grin on his face, then, he motioned for the seat where she’d just get out of “Maybe we can discuss the terms of conditions where I would not withdraw that donation in the near future? What do you say?”

Excerpt, Secret Invasion Part 2

Peter's and Teresa's interaction

“Let’s talk about it then,” Peter grinned angrily under the mask “Look at you, you are alive and well, talking like you know better. What’s stopping me from just…” Peter stopped, taking a deep breath, and exhaled “…you and your dad hurt someone I cared about, Teresa, but I asked Fury to recruit both of you because I know both of you can be better. I…hope, both of you can do good things with your talents. Call me stupid, but that’s the truth.”

“…why? I don’t buy the whole Samaritan thing from you, Spidey. Why did you do it?” Teresa curiously questioned the vigilante in front of her, irritated by the lack of facial expression.

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Contexts;

- Richard Parker is Doc Ock

- Teresa Parker is Chameleon

- Teresa shot Gwen Stacy

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