After a long, exhausting day, Peter and MJ finally arrived back at Stark Tower, looking forward to some quiet time. However, as they stepped inside, they noticed an unusual silence filling the place. Tony and Steve were away for a meeting with Nick Fury and the other Avengers, leaving Morgan under F.R.I.D.A.Y’s watchful eye. Usually, Morgan would greet them with excitement, but today, there was no such welcome.
Peter turned to MJ, frowning. “Do you feel that? Something’s…off.”
Before MJ could respond, Morgan emerged at the top of the stairs, her expression unusually cold and distant. Peter’s heart sank—this wasn’t the vibrant little sister he knew.
“Morgan?” he called gently, stepping forward. But instead of replying, Morgan’s gaze narrowed, and a strange, hostile gleam flickered in her eyes. Peter could sense something deeply wrong.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, worry thick in his voice. But instead of answering, Morgan pushed past him, her demeanor tense and almost…unfamiliar.
Peter glanced at MJ, who nodded, and then tried to gently place a hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “Hey, talk to me. Are you okay?”
Morgan yanked her shoulder away, her face contorted in a look that was both angry and unfamiliar. “Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her voice cold and venomous.
“Morgan, it’s me. Peter,” he said, his voice soothing but confused.
But before he could get another word out, Morgan’s hands clenched, and without warning, she made a lunge at him, trying to push him back toward the edge of the top floor. Peter managed to steady himself just in time, his Spidey senses flaring, but the shock of her sudden aggression was like a punch to the gut.
MJ and Harley, who had just come back from the lab, entered to see the commotion and froze, their faces a mixture of confusion and horror. MJ reacted quickly, calling out to F.R.I.D.A.Y.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., contact Tony or Steve—now! Something’s wrong with Morgan!”
“Right away, Miss MJ,” the AI replied. But even with F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s swift action, Peter’s focus remained entirely on Morgan, his heart pounding.
Harley rushed forward to help, but Peter stopped him with a raised hand. “Wait,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on his sister’s face. That’s when he saw it—her eyes. Instead of the familiar warmth of her natural eye color, there was an odd, unnatural hue.
Peter’s face hardened with realization. This wasn’t Morgan; not really. Hydra was somehow controlling her, manipulating her like a puppet.
“Harley,” Peter whispered, barely able to keep the tremor out of his voice. “It’s Hydra. They’re controlling her.”
Understanding the urgency, Harley immediately sent a distress signal to Tony, alerting him to the situation. The two of them moved carefully, watching as Morgan’s body tensed and her movements became almost mechanical.
MJ stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “Peter, what do we do?”
Peter took a steadying breath. “We keep her safe, and we wait for Tony and Steve. But we need to hold her off—without hurting her.”
As they cautiously positioned themselves to protect Morgan from any harm she might cause or be caused, Peter’s resolve deepened. He wouldn’t let Hydra tear apart his family. Together, they would find a way to break through the control, to bring Morgan back.
Peter's mind raced as he locked eyes with Morgan, his heart aching. This wasn’t his sister’s doing; Hydra was using her as a pawn. He could feel MJ’s steadying presence beside him and Harley’s determination as they braced for whatever might come next.
Morgan tilted her head, an eerie, unfeeling smile spreading across her face. “You think you can stop me, little brother?” Her voice, laced with a hint of malice, sent a shiver down Peter's spine.
“Please, Morgan, it’s me—your brother,” he whispered, hoping to reach the real her. But the lifelessness in her gaze made it clear his sister wasn’t truly present.
Just then, F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in. “Sir, Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers have received the alert. They’re on their way.”
Peter nodded, his gaze still locked on Morgan, as he signaled for MJ and Harley to move back a bit. “We need to keep her here, but carefully. Don’t provoke her.”
But Morgan—or the Hydra-controlled version of her—sneered, her movements precise, calculating. She suddenly lunged toward MJ, her hand reaching out with unnatural strength. Peter instinctively shot a web to pull MJ out of harm’s way, his heart pounding.
“Nice reflexes, Spider-boy,” Morgan mocked, her voice dripping with contempt.
Peter clenched his fists, fighting the mixture of anger and fear welling up inside him. He knew he had to keep a level head. If he lost control, he risked hurting Morgan—or worse.
Meanwhile, Harley positioned himself at a safe distance, his fingers moving over a device Tony had given him in case of emergencies. With a swift motion, he sent a small EMP pulse through the room, hoping to disrupt whatever signal Hydra was using to control Morgan.
Morgan froze for a split second, her body twitching as if something had broken through. Peter saw her eyes flash briefly to their natural color, a look of fear passing through them. She looked directly at Peter, her voice trembling. “Peter… help…”
“Morgan!” he cried, stepping toward her. But in an instant, the control reasserted itself, her eyes glazing over with that unnatural hue once more.
The temporary disruption had bought them precious seconds, and Peter felt the weight of the responsibility he carried. As Tony and Steve would soon arrive, he knew they had to be prepared for any outcome. He wouldn’t let Hydra use his family like this.
Holding his gaze steady on his sister, Peter spoke with renewed resolve. “I know you’re still in there, Morgan. We’ll bring you back—I promise.”
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His Protective Dad (Starker FF)
FanfictionA story of Peter Parker (Stark) and his sweet, dangerous yet loving dad Tony Stark. A story where a 16 yrs old boy loves his father dearly, who can do to make his son smile. But what happened when his dad found out about him (peter) getting bullied...
