When lightning always strikes, you know she's not far behind.
Kidnapped at a young age and recused seven years later, Avalyn Stark is forced to try to navigate a new world far from what she remembered. With threats around every corner, she was nev...
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2017 UPSTATE NEW YORK
"Avalyn. Earth to Avalyn."
Avalyn Stark was in a world of her own as her fingers ran over the small fabric bracelet on her wrist that held her suit, created by herself and her father to allow quick access. They would have been better as metal bracelets, but since HYDRA had made her allergic, she had to settle for Fabric. Her mind drifted to what her boyfriend was up to and if he was safe.
"Ava, The kid's got himself into trouble."
Immediately, Avalyn's head shot up as she registered her father's world, and within a few seconds, a location appeared in the glasses of her suit.
Peter really couldn't keep himself out of trouble, could he?
Upon arrival, Spider-Man clung to the side of the ferry, his body tensed as he worked frantically to secure the ship's failing systems. His hands moved in rapid motion, webbing up the broken panels, but his efforts seemed futile. The boat groaned under the strain of the damage it had sustained, and the chaotic cries of passengers filled the air.
The situation was quickly spiralling out of control .Suddenly, a blur shot past Peter, faster than he could register. It was Avalyn, zipping through the ferry at lightning speed. In mere seconds, she had swept every passenger away from danger, placing them safely at the edge of the boat. The people who were panicking moments earlier now stood in a daze, confused but safe.
Peter barely had time to process what was happening before the real catastrophe began: the two halves of the boat—split clean down the middle—started shifting, groaning under the strain as they inched toward one another.
"What the hell?" Peter muttered, eyes widening as he watched the metal creak and shudder.
He leaped into the air, landing gently in the seating area.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of lightning—a sharp, crackling bolt. Recognition dawned on him. Avalyn. She skidded to a stop in front of him, her eyes filled with concern, but her tone light.
"You've been busy," she said with a faint smirk, surveying the damage he'd been trying to manage.
Before Peter could respond, a shadow loomed above them. Iron Man hovered into view, his iconic red and gold suit gleaming against the backdrop of the wreckage. Tony Stark's voice crackled through the comms, effortlessly cool as always.
