𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄 - Peter Parker ✓

│ v. SPIDER MENACE

THE FORGE — nwh-post
( ASHLEE'S VERSION )

WHEN THE FABRIC OF HER VIBRANIUM ENCRUSTED SUIT TOUCHED HER SKIN EARLIER THAT GLOAMING, a wave of emotions hit Margaret. She was drowning for the first moment as she stared at the mirror. The last time she had borne the suit, she had desperately tried to bring Tony Stark back from the dead. Once her healing had proved to fail her and he died with final words to his one love, Margaret only became more determined; being so determined to bring Tony back, she lost her powers for two weeks. Though, those two weeks without her powers were spent hating them; hating herself. It was all the same in her mind. She had betrayed the one friend she had; the one person who pushed her to become the woman she had grown into.

Tony Stark gave her life.

She took his.

However, as seconds passed, Margaret had begun to imagine a whisper in her ear. Despite her angelic-like abilities, she had never been able to successfully talk to the dead. And yes, she had very much tried to do it. When she was first granted her abilities, she had tried to speak with her late grandmother. When it failed to work, she gave up. But, with her aging and use of her abilities, it seemed she was closer to having this perk. Margaret looked around the room confused. The world went blank: black.

"Hey, Marge. How're you doing?" His ever-so familiar voice had questioned. It tickled through the air, lost in short spurts of sound as if Flash and her were children talking through a vent again.

She had heard his voice well enough many times to have the ability to pinpoint the owner quickly. "Hello," she replied stiffly to the man's voice inside her head. Her eyes remained clenched. The moment was a nightmare. She was truly talking to a dead person; it was terrifying.

Tony's voice laughed. "I thought we were best friends, don't be so tense around me, Margaret. Though I am literally dead so I can't exactly blame you- anyway. I'll make this quick since you have to go save Parker." He grumbled a few words under his breath. "Don't blame yourself. I know you. I know how you work. My dead? Not your fault. It was fate You couldn't have changed it and I'm afraid if you did, it may have reversed the effects. A life for multiple lives? Is that how the saying goes, Marge?"

"Not at all."

"Well now it does." She couldn't see him. She had no clue what Tony looked like after death hit him. And yet, she knew exactly what he looked like. He stood there, leaning on a bar with a glass of expensive wine in his hand and a black suit on his body. A large grin played on his face. It was typical Tony. "Anyway, that's the boring part. Even more boring? Put on that suit and go cure some ass. You don't know what I mean by that yet — but I do. Please, Margaret. Be careful. Make sure to protect that pretty face of yours — and Peter's. All of them."

With a tight tone, Margaret nodded, "I will, I promise."

"Great! Call me when you need me yada-yada. Have fun, Marge!" He cheered. However, the darkness did not yet fade away for it seemed Tony was not done with his words. "Oh, and Margaret, tell Morgan and Pep I miss them?"

"Of course." Margaret prepared to try and tap out of the space she had created inside her mind. But, before doing so, she whispered, "Thank you, Tony. Thank you for not hating me because I wasn't able to save you." with final, departing words, the darkness with his voice faded away. Only to be replaces with a woman staring blankly into a floor length mirror.

Margaret sighed, grabbing her swords and going to her living room to meet with the Peters'.

..🕸..

She watched as they stepped out of the portal Ned had made. One of her swords remained on her back whilst the other was firmly in her hand. Soon, the monsters of Peter's' past would be here for the revenge they longed for. Battles would breakout; fights would occur; cute would be made on delicate skin.

As she watched over New York with a watchful eye, Attractive-Peter walked over to her. There was a hint of swagger in his walk with every step. "You got here faster than us, I suppose. Stupid little teleporting abilities, must be nice." He breathed out sharply. "Peter's goin' on the bugle."

Margaret's eyes widened as saucers. "What?!" She gasped, "That stupid show was one of the leading causes in Peter being harrassed as much as he was. I- they call him a- a spider-menace for gods sake!"

Peter laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, "They called all three of us Spider-menace in our own worlds. Don't worry about it, Margaret. The huge call will go fine; the night will go fine." He assured.

However, Margaret could not find the sinking reassurance no matter how far she swam. "Is he insane?! God, this is going to go horribly. I talked to a dead man earlier-"

"Woah- wait what?!"

"yes Peter! Keep up, man." She moaned. "Dead dude said to protect the Peters. What if it turns out like Titan-"

"Titan?"

Margaret took in a deep breath. She bit her lip harshly, trying not to freak out more than she already was. "Peter," She turned her full attention to him, "Don't die, please. You're too cool to die and this whole time I've had you laid out in my head as attractive-peter and if you die you cant be attractive anymore."

Despite her worry, a small grin worked its way up onto Peter's face. It reminded him much of when Aunt May would get onto him for the whole Spider-Man thing. The woman worried about him as much as she humanly could. "Don't worry, Marge." He leaned onto her arm. "I wouldn't dream of dying in ya'. In fact, I'll live just for you."

She sighed, "thank you."

"Margaret! Peter! Some assistance? Peter's almost done with his interview — we have got to get this peter thing worked out!" Pastor Peter called out, tossing the two of them the cures for the villains.

Margaret cought it with her right hand, holding out her left to Attractive-Peter. He looked at her oddly before highfiving her. She groaned- though a laugh hid deep inside of it. "No, you absolute idiot. Give me some of your web."

"How do I do that?!"

"Wrap my hand in web, you silly billy! I have a sword and I'm positive that stuff is sticky enough-" Peter cut off her words with a snort. Margaret rolled her eyes as she laughed the smallest bit herself, "Web, Peter."

He held out his hand and shot the web around her hand. She raised her right and suluted him before teleporting to one of the points. After securing the cure as well as she could without the proper materials, she placed her hands on her hips and stepped back. "This should be fun," She took the com from her ear and connected to their channel. "We ready?"

"Ready than ever." pastor Peter breathed through.

ASHLEE SPEAKS!

they need to be edit so badly but its 3:14 and I'm getting tired yall! 50 minutes left of the movie