The air was heavy, charged with tension and unspoken questions. Stark Tower stood as a battered fortress amidst the chaos, its walls a testament to the resilience of those within. Yet, even its fortified structure couldn’t mask the fear gnawing at the hearts of its defenders.
Peter’s breathing was ragged as he stared at the woman before him. Her presence was suffocating, a manifestation of power so ancient and malevolent that it defied comprehension. The glow in her eyes seemed to pierce through his very soul, uncovering secrets he hadn’t even admitted to himself.
“Who are you?” Peter demanded, his voice trembling with equal parts fear and defiance.
The woman tilted her head, her smile chilling. “You already know, Peter. Deep down, you’ve always known.”
Before Peter could respond, MJ stepped forward, her posture defensive. “Whatever you think you know, whatever you want from him—you’re not getting it,” she said, her voice unwavering despite the storm raging around them.
The woman’s laughter echoed through the room, low and sinister. “Such loyalty. Admirable, but futile.” She turned her gaze back to Peter, her expression softening into something almost maternal. “You are my legacy, Peter. You carry within you the remnants of a power long forgotten, a power your father has tried to hide from you.”
Tony stiffened at her words, his helmet retracting to reveal a face hardened by years of battle, yet now lined with something Peter had rarely seen—fear. “Don’t listen to her, Pete. She’s manipulating you. That’s what they do.”
“They?” Peter’s eyes darted to Tony, searching for answers.
“She’s part of an ancient faction—one we thought was destroyed decades ago,” Tony admitted reluctantly. “Your mother... she was one of their targets.”
The words hit Peter like a physical blow. His mother. The woman he’d barely had time to know before she was taken from him. The memory of her warmth, her laughter, and the way she had always seemed to know when something was wrong resurfaced with painful clarity.
“What does my mother have to do with this?” Peter asked, his voice breaking.
The woman’s smile widened. “Everything. She was the vessel, the bearer of a power passed down through generations. A power that now rests within you.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Join me, Peter. Together, we can awaken that power. Together, we can reshape the world.”
Peter shook his head, stepping back instinctively. “I don’t want power. I just want my family to be safe.”
“Ah,” the woman said, her expression darkening. “But safety comes at a price. Are you willing to pay it?”
Before Peter could respond, a blast of energy erupted from her outstretched hand, hurtling toward him. Tony reacted instantly, activating his suit and shielding Peter with a force field. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the room, knocking everyone off balance.
“Stay behind me!” Tony commanded, his voice sharp with authority.
But Peter wasn’t listening. He couldn’t. His mind was a cacophony of voices—his own doubts, the whispers of the force, and the echo of his mother’s voice, soft and reassuring. He felt a surge of energy building within him, raw and uncontainable.
“Peter, no!” MJ screamed as he stepped forward, his hands glowing with an energy he didn’t recognize.
The woman’s eyes lit up with triumph. “Yes, that’s it. Embrace it!”
“No!” Peter shouted, the energy bursting forth in a blinding wave that collided with the woman’s power. The resulting explosion sent everyone sprawling, the force of it shattering the reinforced windows of Stark Tower.
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His Protective Dad (Starker FF) Completed ✓
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...
