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"Okay. I need the truth. Are you two dating?"
Peter sat across from May and Happy. He had been pushing this off for days now. It was one awkward conversation he didn't want to have but he had to know.
"Yes." Happy said.
"No." May responded at the same time.
All three looked at each other. May calm, Happy confused, and Peter annoyed.
When they started talking over themselves, Peter saw it as his opportunity and slipped out the door.
"Hey, Petey." Morgan smiled at him as he came down the hall.
"Hey, Morgan." He smiled back.
"What are Uncle Happy and Aunt May talking about?"
"Some boring adult things. Come on, let's go see if we can finish the R2-D2 Lego." He picked her up.
"Yay! Then let's do the grown-up Yoda!" She cheered.
Peter laughed and they went down to her room.
She's going to have her whole room filled with those things. It's my fault for showing her Star Wars.
I regret nothing.
"Hey, don’t Luke and his daddy have metal arms too?! You could be a jedi!" Morgan realized.
"I don't think losing an arm is a requirement. But maybe Tony can help me build a lightsaber."
"Cool!" Morgan said happily.
Peter had just as big a smile as they went into her room.
"Tony, this idea you and Peter have is…"
"Irresponsible? Childish? Let me know when I pick the usual one."
"A good idea." Pepper smirked, since he wasn't expecting that. "It will take time but he has really thought the designs through." She fingered through the blueprints on her StarkPad.
"He has. It's something I haven't really thought about but Peter has a passion for it. All those hospital visits gave him a need to do something like this."
"He's a good kid."
"Smart too. Smart enough to call the most reliable woman in the world for backup." He smiled.
"Getting me to help when in a bad situation. Who does that remind me of?" She teased back.
"Hey, if I recall, I saved you a fair amount of times as well. True, some were my fault but still."
"I think I have the advantage when it comes to pulling your ass out of the fire." Pepper replied.
"Who's counting?"
"Me." She grinned.
"Not a serious question."
The husband and wife shared a smile.
"Daddy! Mommy! Uncle Happy ate my juice pops!!" Morgan called from down the hall.
"Oh. No. Major disaster." Tony said.
"Don’t worry. I keep some buried in the bottom of the freezer."
"Always planning ahead. Why did I wait so long to marry you?"
"You were really stupid for being so smart."
"Agreed."
"Okay, I'm not saying posting that video was bad but now, Jameson is going to be pissed at you too." Peter said as he casually stood on the side of Flash's house.
"He can try. Rich parents, remember? Dad’s got pull in other news outlets."
"Still…"
"Relax, Peter. He's just an asshole that needed to be knocked down some."
"Fine. Thanks for that." Peter started pulling his mask back on.
"Hey. I'm having another party this weekend…"
"Flash…"
"Hear me out. It’s for all the team members and one guest they want to bring."
Peter thought about it. It did sound like a fun time after the disaster that was the European vacation.
"That's it? No one to impress as the friend of Spider-Man?"
"Already got that goin' for me." Flash smirked. "My videos are ranking in almost a million subscribers."
"You know what? Fine. If Michelle wants to go then we'll swing by."
"Can you…?"
"I'm not wearing the suit during the party." Peter said and swung off.
"Spoilsport!" Flash yelled.
Tony walked into his lab. The lights were off and when he turned them on, he found someone sitting in his chair.
"Stark." Fury greeted him.
"Nick." Tony narrowed his eyes.
"You need to answer your phone." The one-eyed man glared.
"And you need to work on pretending to be Nick Fury." Fury looked confused. "One thing I know about Fury is he is always ‘Fury’. Never ‘Nick’. So who are you really?"
"I don't know what game you're playing, Stark, but…!"
Suddenly, Fury was wrapped in nanobots forming a tight suit around him. Restraining him to the chair.
"Fury would have seen through Beck. Or at least checked deeper into his background." Tony activated his watch and a blaster was aimed at Fury. "Now who are you?"
The restrained man sighed and began to shift. Turning green and goblin-like.
"Freaky."
"He's a Skrull. And a friend."
Tony turned quickly and found another Nick Fury walking into the room.
"One wasn't bad enough? You going to turn green too?"
"Stark, it's me."
"Prove it." Tony held his hand up, fully ready to blast him.
"Anything in particular?"
"What did you tell me in the barn?"
"You’ve come up with some pretty impressive inventions. War isn't one of them. But what do I know? I'm just an old man who cares."
Tony lowered his hand. "And him?"
"His name is Talos. He and I go way back. He was giving me a hand here while I was preoccupied. Now can you release him?"
"You stay green." Tony warned and hit the release.
The nanites went back into the chair and Talos relaxed.
"Being you is an occupational hazard, Fury."
"I could have told you that." Tony snarked.
"Stark, we're in a new war. One happening right under our noses." Fury warned.
"Others of my kind have come to Earth. They're invading and taking the places of powerful people." Talos revealed.
"I'm guessing they're not here to bring world peace." Tony said.
"Peace isn't their goal." Talos sighed.
"Our world is in danger in a completely new way. We need your help, Stark."
"Sorry, did you just say you need me?"
"Stark!" Fury glared.
Tony looked over the two. This was a different threat. A very dangerous one. He needed more than just himself.
Peter's got enough going. He can handle New York while I take care of this. We take care of this.
Tony pulled out his cell and sent a group message. Just one word.
Assemble.
Once again, Peter was late. Why does everything happen when I'm in a hurry? Shit, better text her.
On my way.
Don't text and swing!!
One quick selfie later and he saw his goal in sight. He swung onto the ledge and smiled as it opened.
"Took you long enough." Michelle teased and pulled him in.
"Sorry. Purse snatcher." He rambled as she hit the spider symbol.
His suit fell off him and she was pushing him back on the bed. She landed on him and pulled her own shirt off.
As they made out, Peter started to undo her bra. But the sounds of sirens stopped him.
Both groaned in annoyance.
"I could not go?" Peter offered.
"Could you?" She challenged. She knew the truth.
Peter knew it too. With great reluctance, they separated. Peter threw his suit on and Michelle pulled her top back on.
"Sorry, MJ."
"Stop apologizing and go kick some ass."
Peter smiled and pulled his mask down. He leaped out the window.
"Wait." She called.
Peter went back down. He was hanging upside-down to her. "What's up?"
Michelle grabbed his mask and pulled it down, just to his nose. Then kissed him.
It was very awkward but incredible too. Something indescribable.
"Go get 'em, Tiger." She said as she pulled the mask up.
Peter hopped off the building and swung.
Ever since I took the stones and used them, my life has been a rollercoaster. The loss of my arm. My eye. The replacements. Therapy. My identity being revealed.
But a lot of good came from it too. Michelle and me. My new sister. Tony and Pepper welcoming me and May into their family.
Good and bad. The way it sometimes feels like the world is on my shoulders, the expectations everyone has… it drives me crazy sometimes.
In face of the cameras and fans, I try to just be me. But I ponder that question a lot.
Who am I?
Best friend to Ned.
Boyfriend to the coolest girl in the world.
Big brother to Morgan.
Nephew to the greatest woman alive.
Successor to Tony Stark.
Avenger
The Savior of the Universe.
I'm all of these things. But what I've learned is it’s who we choose to be that defines us. After everything with Beck, I know the answer better than ever. I've known since Toomes dropped a building on me.
So who am I?
I'm Spider-Man.
Peter swung over the police cars as they barreled down the streets.
Mid-credits scene:
Beck landed in his new cell.
"No illusions here." Ross spoke.
"Other than your illusion of control." Beck sat up. "If a muzzle-bound man can organize an escape, I just need some time."
"You're even more arrogant than Stark." Ross scoffed in reply. "Take all the time you need. This is your new home."
Ross left and Beck looked around his new cell.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" Another voice came from the cell across from him. The scarred face, with a new scar on his jawline, showed Gargan smirking. "Fresh meat."
"The Scorpion." Beck greeted calmly. "Must say, I'm a fan of your work. I think you and I can become very good friends." He smiled.
Gargan glared at him. "I don't need friends."
"We have a common bug problem. The same one who put us in here. We want the same thing."
"Isn't Stark your obsession? Parker’s mine."
"You're well informed."
"Made a deal. I get a newspaper in exchange for not ripping anyone's arms off when they take samples of my blood."
"Fair trade." Beck smiled. "Stark will die. Eventually. No, Parker is who I want now. He needs to suffer. I think we can agree on that."
"I don't need your help."
"You tried by yourself and look at that impressive scar. I tried and was humiliated. ‘The enemy of my enemy’ comes to mind."
Gargan considered this proposal. He did underestimate Parker. And the boy did get lucky. Maybe he would do well working with someone else.
"I know someone else with a grudge against Parker." Gargan smiled. Might be early parole for us, Toomes.
"Good." Beck smirked back. We'll get out eventually. Then you're mine, Parker.
Post-credits scene:
A rustic shack in the middle of the wilderness.
A man in a suit who couldn't look more out of place or uncomfortable waited.
A large knife landed in the log next to his head.
"You're either stupid or have a job I'm not interested in." The voice said from the brush.
"Your reputation precedes you. I come offering large payment for the removal of an individual who has harmed my clients."
The huge muscular man calmly walked out of the woods. A tiger next to him, ready to pounce.
"Did you not understand the term ‘not interested’?" His fur coat turned with him as he moved into the shack. "Leave and never return."
"Mr…?!"
The knife was off the post and under his chin so fast, he didn't see it.
"Do not make me repeat myself."
"I offer you your greatest hunt." The fear was radiating off him. His hand shook as he raised the photo.
Peter's photo.
"You insult me. I don't hunt children."
"Even the one who killed Thanos?!" He pleaded as the knife started to dig into his skin.
That got the Hunter’s attention. "This is the Spider-Man?"
"You haven't heard? He was unmasked months ago."
"Do you see a television or radio? I've lived here since Thanos' death."
The Hunter took the photo. The Spider’s mask would be his greatest trophy. The one who killed the strongest.
I'll make an exception once.
"I accept." Kraven decided.