The Many Loves of Spider-Man

My Darkhold Diaries (Agatha Harkness)

She groaned, her body aching all over the place. Her fight against the Scarlet Witch and her friends left her stranded elsewhere. Though she knew she was on a beach, her nose detected the salty breeze that the sea would more often than not carry with it. She opened her eyes, hues of orange immediately appearing in front of her. She could admire a beauty of such magnitude, it would always bring her momentary peace in her life. Yet it was only that, momentaneously.

She had been working for months on recreating the Darkhold, the book that she had many years ago. A book that held most, if not all of, the magic in existence. She needed that power back, the control that she had over her very magic slowly dissipating because she was not connected to the Darkhold any longer. It was because of that, that she wanted to recreate the book. But all was for naught, the heroes had stopped her from doing so and the clash of her weakening magic against the Scarlet Witch's magic sent her elsewhere.

"Are you hurt?" A young male voice came from behind her. She glanced back, her violet eyes capturing the figure of a young male kid. She wondered why he asked the question, only to immediately remember that her robes were tattered because of the fight. Thankfully she didn't speak immediately, something that she had learned from her past experiences. Carefully looking at the boy, she could tell that she had some peculiar features that resembled her own.

The boy could not be older than ten, wearing a farmer's outfit that was colored in different shades of purple. His eyes were hazel, yet she could see a sparkle of violet in them. And even if it was barely, his eyes reminded her of her own many years ago. Aside from that, nothing else was similar to her in the slightest. The worried smile that the boy had almost captivated her in a motherly way. The shade of dark brown for his hair was peculiar, but not unwelcome. And his fair skin was seemingly untouched by anything.

"No..." She decided to answer. While telling the kid the truth of what happened may seem the correct way, she knew that the correct way was not the smart way. Even if the kid was just a passerby, she could not risk getting exposed. Though that did not mean that she couldn't be worried for the lonesome kid, now in front of her. She may be a witch, but she was definitely not as cruel as people seem to see her. "I'm not hurt"

She kept staring at the kid, who was sighing in relief at her answer. She gave a soft smile, one that would be very easily missed by many. Yet it seems that the boy was not one of many, his smile slowly widened as soon as she gave that smile, making her realize that he had noticed it. She felt connected to the kid, something drawing her at the boy and she didn't know what exactly it was. A conundrum that rang eerily in her mind, one that she needed to solve immediately.

"Where are your parents?" She questioned, worried about the kid. She had already inspected the shore that she appeared in and there was no living thing near her and the child. She wouldn't call herself a responsible adult, but she had learned a few things in her time at Strange Academy. So she had to ask and with the connection she could feel with the boy, she was very engaged in being able to help him in any way she could. "Do you need any help?"

"Parents?" The way he answered and smiled sent her shivers down her spine. An uneasy feeling entered her entire body and she was unable to even move. A mysterious force seemingly made her stand still as she watched the boy smile wider than before. He didn't exactly change, only a tattoo of a symbol she immediately recognized over the backside of his right palm. But the more drastic change was his hair, a white streak appeared in the same place she had her very own white streak. "Well... By technicality, you are my mother. Does that count?"

"H-How?" She questioned, her mind still wandering to the symbol of the Darkhold in the boy's hand. She couldn't believe that the boy was her son, even if she had heard it directly from the boy in front of her. Was he created just like how Wanda Maximoff created her twins? She didn't want to think too hard on those topics from the past. She needed to see the present and the future that approached her fast. "Better yet, who is your father?"

"How? Well... You were trying to recreate me. How could you forget that?" She widened her eyes at the fact. The Darkhold had seemingly turned human and was now her child. Her incoming headache was already in development, spiking through the limit of her mental capacity. She could handle strain very well, but this was very extreme. Her wish came true, but it was at a cost that she definitely didn't expect. "And for who is my father... All I know is that he was one of the heroes that were supposed to receive powers from the original Darkhold"

She closed her eyes almost immediately, thinking of who exactly her son was talking about. By discarding the female of that group, it left her with Iron Man, Blade, Black Bolt and Spider-Man. For certain, she knew that Black Bolt and Blade were not the father of the new Darkhold in front of her. His hair, which probably came from his father, was not black but rather a dark brown. She began to think harder, her mind trying to remember the few aspects of the two remaining heroes in her mind, until she gasped in recognition. She remembered the calmness that her son provided her before she had even found out about him, when she still thought that he was lost.

"It's-"

"I see that you guessed it!" He clapped rather loudly, frightening her ever so slightly. His smile was still on his face, looking at her with the same kindness that she had seen the hero give others. She gulped rather hard, her lips feeling slightly dry from the revelation in her mind. She still couldn't process it clearly. "Well, I know what you must do. But, will you be able to do it?"

She looked down, her tattered robes moving with the salty breeze. She looked back at the sea, her eyes staring at the still falling sun right behind her. She knew, as soon as he uttered his last words, what she needed to do. But was she worthy enough to confront him and tell him what had happened? It was a mystery that she was slightly scared of, not wanting any problem with one of the few heroes that she actually liked. Sighing to herself, she looked back at the Darkhold's... at her son and smiled. It was not a question of if she should tell him, but a question of when she should tell him.