What if...Spider-Gwen was in the MCU?

Netherlands

I woke up not on the train, but on a hard wood bench. I felt Peter start awake next to me, and a heavily German-accented voice say, "Your girlfriend disappeared a while ago, welcome to the Netherlands."
"What? She's not my-never mind."
I was shaken awake, and snapped back to visibility. The 3 men in the cell with us gasped. I ignored them, and phased through the bars and out of the building into the square. They all gasped behind me, "Geist!"
After I had made it a few meters into the square, the last shreds of adrenaline wore off, and I became all too aware of the dead weight of my arm. I collapsed onto the ground and took heaving, laboured breaths. Someone touched my back, and I whipped around and grabbed the hand, but it was Peter, he pulled me up.
"Come on, we need to find a phone." He threw my working arm over his shoulders, and we limped over to a farm stand, "Excuse me, sir? Can I borrow your phone?
"Ja, zeker," the farmer said in Dutch, handing Peter his phone.
"Everyone's so nice here," he punched in a phone number, "OK...pick up, pick up, pick up...hey. Hey! Uh...I messed up. I need a-we need a ride. Where are we? Uh...where are we, sir?
"Het is Broek op Langedijk," The farmer said.
Peter struggled with the pronunciation, then he held the phone out, asking the farmer, "Hang on, could you say that into there?"
"Hi, it's Broek op Langedijk. Yeah, no problem," the farmer said.
"Thanks. Did you get that? Yeah...yeah. See you there."
He handed the phone back, then hoisted me up and helped me toward a tulip field where a Quinjet was landing.
"Peter? Gwen? Are you okay?"
"Happy, is that you?"
"Is it me? Yeah, of course, it's me!"
Peter hesitated, holding up his hand, "Stop! Tell me something only you would know!"
"Only I would know. Uh. You-I-uh, remember when we went to Germany? You pay-per-viewed a video in your room? They didn't list the titles, but I could tell by the price it was an adult film at the front desk. And you didn't know how I knew-"
"OK, OK, fine, it's you, it's you, stop!"
Happy gave him an awkward side hug, then led us toward the plane.
"It's so good to see you."
"Peter, you're going to have to tell me what the hell is going on here, and if you don't, I'll make sure Gwen will," we walked into the Quinjet, collapsing in the seats. Peter winced when he leaned back, then he revealed a couple large cuts on his back. Happy examined them, then deduced they would need to be stitched up. The jet slowly started hovering above the field, so we could make a quick getaway if needed.
Happy grabbed a first-aid kit, sterilized a needle, and set to work stitching up Peter's back. The thought of it made me almost vomit, and I turned to look out the window.
"OK...hold still...there we go."
"Ouch."
"I thought you had super strength."
"It still hurts. Happy, come on."
"All right, relax. Just a few more...there we go."
"Oh, my gosh, Happy!" Peter yelled, slamming his fist on the table, making me flinch.
"Relax!"
"Don't tell me to relax, Happy! How can I relax when I've messed up so bad? I trusted Beck. Right? I thought he was my friend, so I gave him the only thing that Mr. Stark left behind for me, and now he's going to kill my friends and half of Europe, so please do not tell me to relax. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't shout. I just really miss him."
"Yeah, I miss him too," Happy agreed.
"Everywhere I go, I see his face. And the whole world is asking who is going to be the next Iron Man and...I don't know if that's me, Happy. Gwen said the world couldn't survive without Iron Man, and that's...not me. I'm not Iron Man."
"You're not Iron Man. You're never going to be Iron Man. Nobody can live up to Tony. Not even Tony. Tony was my best friend. And he was a mess. He second-guessed everything he did, he was all over the place. The one thing he did that he didn't second-guess was picking you. I don't think Tony would've done what he did... if he didn't know that you were going to be here after he was gone. Your friends are in trouble. You're all alone. The tech is missing. What are you gonna do about it?"
"We're gonna kick his butt."
"No, I mean right now. Specifically, what are we gonna do? Because we've been hovering over a tulip field for the last fifteen minutes."
"Right, um...I can't call our friends because he's tracking their phones...uh, give me your phone."
"My, my cell phone?"
"Yeah."
"OK, here."
"What's your password?"
"Password."
"No, what is your password?"
"Password. The word. Spell it out, password."
"You're the head of security and your password is 'password'?"
"Yeah, I don't feel good about it either."
Peter pulled up Flash's vlog, "Ello, governor! Cup of tea for you? I'mma be in London soon."
"They're in London."
"London? OK," Happy walked to the front of the jet, entering the coordinates.
"Yeah. I need a suit!"
"Suit?" Happy said, smiling. He pressed some buttons, and a compartment opened in the back of the jet, revealing two large 3D printers and other high-tech gadgets.
"OK, um," Peter said to the AI, "bring up everything you have on Spider-Man. Yeah, open that. OK, no, no, no..." He turned around with a holographic web shooter on his wrist, with Happy watching him. "What?"
"You take care of the suit, I'll take care of the music," Happy pressed a few more buttons, and Back in Black by AC/DC came blaring over the sound system.
"Oh, I love Led Zeppelin!"
"This...this is AC/DC," I spoke up.
Peter and Happy both turned to stare at me.
"Gwen, I forgot you were here!"
"How's your arm?"
"Just, you know, dislocated shoulder."
"Do you want me to put it back?" Happy asked.
"Can you?"
"I've replaced more shoulders than a person should."
"Do it," I stood and gritted my teeth. Happy grabbed my arm, and jammed it back into my shoulder socket. My vision flashed white with pain, but it subsided, and I could move my arm again. "Thanks," I told Happy, wiggling my fingers.
"Do you need a suit, too?" He asked, gesturing to the back of the jet, where Peter had gone back to work.
"Yeah, that would be good," I headed to the back, and faced the other 3D printer. I pulled up 'Ghost-Spider' and dozens of partial suit designs came up, all featuring a hood and pointe shoes. I grinned, scrolled through them, and started pulling the pieces I like onto the larger screen in front of me.
"How are you?" I asked Peter.
"Good, you?"
"I mean, I'm a little hurt you've been ignoring me."
"What?" He paused, "Just because I've been hanging out with MJ more-"
"Not that. I barely did anything in the fight with the fire elemental, you and Beck ignored me for the majority of the time after-"
"Well, I-"
"And I found evidence that Beck was following us. You haven't listened to me, or even been prepared to let me talk. I feel like I'm a good superhero, too, but I've been doubting myself because I haven't been doing anything lately."
"You're a great superhero."
"Can I help you bring down Beck?"
"No, this is something I need to do-"
"Oh, you NEED to do it."
"Well, he threatened my friends-"
"They're my friends, too. Ned and Betty were almost killed on the ferris wheel, I was the one who kept it steady while you took down the elemental."
"That's something you did, you kept them safe."
"'Yay, superhero successfully kept two teenagers safe from the fire monster that was distracted'." I said, sarcastically, "They would have been fine anyway, but Beck never believed I was powerful enough to-he never believed in me! That's it!"
"What's it?"
"Beck believed I wasn't powerful enough to help with anything. He probably believes only you will confront him, or, if I do come, I won't be enough of a help. If I can sneak up on him, then maybe-"
"That's brilliant! I'm sorry for ever ignoring you, and I'm sorry for Beck for underestimating you."
"Apology accepted. Beck is goin' down!"
"I do have a question, if you're invisible the whole time, how will I know where you are? Could we put a tracker in your suit?"
I shook my head, "I can't be picked up by trackers when I'm invisible. Tony apparently ran some tests, and thermal sensors, trackers, even electromagnetic signals from my suit are blocked out when I'm invisible."
"That's...weird, but cool. We should figure out a way to try and get around it."