With Doctor Strange's Portal And The Iron Fist's Chi, We Can Elevated Danny's Or Lin's Powerscale Like

Foggy's death was not exactly a cheap shot; it's to show that, in New York City, even with numbers of vigilantes around, sudden and unprecedented deaths can still happened.

Superheroes can't be everywhere despite how amazing they are, there will be the people they failed to save.

What makes them heroes was that, despite the downs they will find the courage to get back up and keep on hoping to see a better day.

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me as a writer

The White Queen

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

At a family meeting, somewhere in the future...

MY fanfic : at AO3

Spider-Gwen

“Spider-Man?! The convoy’s being ambushed!” Gwen yelled into the comms, trusting Edith to deliver her message to the more experienced vigilante who was occupied with the relentless drones.

“A little bit occupied here, Spider-Woman—Oh, I know you!” Peter’s voice grunted through the comms, and a huff made its way through before he added “Keep them off the convoy as long as you can!”

Gwen huffed in annoyance after her eyes fell upon the speeding form of the Beetle tailing the truck again, she quickly rushed to the front and knocked on the driver’s window before it rolled down “Can we go any faster?”

“Not possible, ma’am; the load was too heavy.” The driver answered with his eyes never once left the road.

“Damnit…” Gwen cursed under her breath and maneuvered her body out of the fired bolt onto the roof, lowering herself into a crawl to minimize the available targets. “Guess I’m doing this!” Gwen pounced into the air with a planned corkscrew to follow the warnings of the Spider-Sense, evading the valley of bolts that can shatter bones as one already did to Officer Morello of BPD. Following her intuitions, Spider-Woman aimed and shot a line of webbing at a streetlight nearby to create a pivot before delivering a heavy double kick into the rushing Beetle’s helmet, missing the center by an inch but connected firmly, nonetheless. Using the face of her enemy as a springboard, Gwen pushed with both feet and introduced a gap between them before latching another web line on the truck, reeling herself in to stay with it.

Spider-Sense blared again as Gwen dodged to her left before a tackle came from behind, and blindsided her unnatural awareness using a feint attack. The Beetle quickly established their superior techniques in hand-to-hand combat as several punches, kicks, and elbows connected to the superhuman’s ribs and sides kneading her like a dough. Gwen gritted through the substantial amount of pain ramming into her body from the lapse of Spider-Sense caused by the surprise, but eventually, she could somewhat follow the attacks and deliver a series of decent counters utilizing her superior brute force against the mechanical enhancements of the assassin. Both women exchanged blows and counters for a moment before the Beetle decided to sneak in some close-range projectile with her twin railguns. Several spiked bolts shot high and low, grazing and missing the superhuman in their struggle on top of the moving truck.

Gwen strained herself almost to the limit trying to incorporate every Judo and Jiu-Jitsu move she’d ever learned under NYPD and Yuri Watanabe’s tutelages to try and keep up with the trained fighter opposite her, culminating injuries, albeit shallow and inconsequential, over time. The only advantage she had was the Spider-Sense, but that requires more attunement on her part to be as fluid as her boyfriend. Utilizing her stronger and more resilient muscles, Gwen decided to change her tactic to tank whatever she could while looking for a slip-up or opening that the Beetle might be unknowingly presenting during their scuffle.

A fist came from her left, so she instinctively evaded to the right just to be clocked squarely in her jaw by a blindsiding uppercut following the feint jab. Losing her balance, Gwen got tackled and flipped with an impressive Taekwondo throw into the metallic roof of the cargo, knocking the wind off her lungs. Spider-Sense screams deafeningly in her brain, and she manages to keep her face from being caved with a piercing bolt that goes through the hull into the space inside of the cargo. Spider-Woman wraps her legs around the Beetle and pulls her closer before shooting a spray of webbing into the assassin’s face with her free hand gripping the protruding antenna firmly, and delivers a strong push kick dead at the assassin’s stomach, knocking them back and down on one knee.

"🅹🆄🆂🆃 🆅🅸🅶🅸🅻🅰🅽🆃🅸🅽🅶 …🅸🅻🅻🅴🅶🅰🅻🅻🆈"

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“…What was that for?” Peter whispered to her, nuzzling his nose against Kate’s.

“Making up for lost times,” Kate replied in kind, pulling him back in again for another kiss, deeper and softer than the one before, yet still filled to the brim with unspoken emotions “…I still love you, Pete.” She said with a teary smile “I love you, and I don’t know if you will accept it or not, but I still love you.” she poured her heart out in front of him and laid it bare on the metaphysical plate as her eyes search for that lingering flame her hopeful mind desperately desired to see. “Namor’s lie almost made me choke on regrets; I don’t wanna feel like that again.” She kept going, her hands caressing his face softly and playing with the stubbles “I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker.” His full name rolled off her tongue like a full-moon honey, eliciting a dorky smile on that face she adores so much “I love you.”

Paint it, BLACK