The Next Generation (Marvel Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter 6 *Spandex Is Overrated*

I struggled with the needle, trying to bind the two colored fabrics together evenly. How was Dad ever good at this?

"What the hell is so great about Spandex anyway?" I muttered underneath my breath, glancing at Lennon. I noticed she was trying to contain her laughter as she watched me tackle sewing a suit together.

"Easier to move around in  I'm guessing." She wiggled her eyebrows at me comically, while trying to cut the blue stretchy fabric into the right shape. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders and unsurprisingly was getting cut off with the fabric itself.

"I'm ruining my hair." She groaned, attempting to pull it back and not succeeding.

"That's another thing! How am I supposed to fit all this hair in a mask? I'll have such a lumpy head, or worse, if I have it loose get it caught on some random building and die." I let out an unattractive snort, giving up on the needle and thread. "I can't do this."

"Sewing machine maybe?"

"No, I mean I can't do this. I can't be Spider-Man. Spider- Woman? Spider-Girl?- Whatever, I just can't do it." I pushed the suit off me in annoyance and held my head in my hands. Everything was happening too fast and I couldn't absorb it all. I held my breath and counted to ten try to my fast paced heart beat.

"It's not just going to be you Wendy, we're all in this together." Lennon said softly, giving me a small smile. I could tell she was a nervous wreck too, refusing to look at the leather body suit and combat boots that used to be her mothers. She had brought it over because she and the rest of the group were determined to do this whole 'hero' thing with me. While Dylan and Jason worked on a new suit for Jason, derived from the Iron Man original, Lennon was helping me try to recreate a female version of my Dad's suit. 

"This is absolutely hopeless. How did a teenage boy know how to sew an entire suit?" 

Lennon snickered, rolling her eyes at my failed attempts.

"Why don't you just make you're own kind of suit? Maybe not something that guys can oversexualize." She snorted, probably referring to the Spider-Man remakes for females that were sold in costume shops. Two hours on the internet with Lennon commenting about women's rights over my shoulder wasn't as fun as it would seem. 

"Like what? Jeans and a hoodie?" It wasn't serious, obviously I couldn't go out wearing something like that but Lennon's eyes blew up like saucers. I knew she had an idea cooking up.

"I've got it." Without any explanation or warning, Lennon flew off the bed at an alarming speed. "Be right back! Gotta pick up some things."

With a slam of my bedroom door she was gone.

God knows what she was up to.

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"The thrift shop is a magical place." Lennon sang, an hour later, holding a large shopping bag as she entered my room.

"And where the hell have you been?" I chuckled, slightly closing my laptop and deciding to take a break from costume research.

 "Sea World." Lennon deadpanned, making burst into a fit of laughter. She rolled her eyes at my blatant childish manner, and dumped the contents of the shopping bag onto my bed. Inside was a pair of red Converse boots that went out of style ages ago, long black rider gloves, yellow lab goggles that bulged out slightly, and finally a hoodie that was plain black in the front and back, and red on the arms and hood.

"Anddddd, what is this for?"

"Your suit." Lennon grinned, already starting to work on the hoodie. I sat confused at my desk as she started to fiddle with some of the blue and white cut up fabric. Taking a look at photos we had printed earlier of the original suit, Lennon seet to work.

I watched in awe as she took out a black fabric marker from the bag, drawing careful and steady lines on the hoodie. It was only on the red area and panned out into web patterns. She crossed lines over lines, and started measuring the blue fabric to fit underneath the arms and sides of the hoodie.

"Can I see that sewing machine?"

"You sew?" I asked increduously, glancing at the large out of date machine that I had found among my mother's things. Lennon shrugged, sending me a wink before laying the fabric underneath the needle.

"You sew? You could've helped me earlier," I glanced at my own trainwreck sewing with a cringe, "and yet you kept it to yourself?"

She sewed gracefully, and with obvious experience as the fabric binded and the stiches were almost unseen completely. 

"You didn't ask."

"You son of a -"

"You won't have to wear spandex." She interrupted.

"You're forgiven." I shut up, simply watching her work. She moved fast and was organized. She knew exactly what to do and how to do it. With a printed design she traced out white fabric and cut it into the original logo of Spider-Man. With a careful and steady hand she sewed the logo both on the back and front, and without a second thought, took my father's mask off my desk and cut it horizantly in half.

I let out an involuntary gasp, my eyes bulging out of my sockets.

Without looking up, Lennon put  up a hand.

"Don't worry the original is in the case, this was a replica I found in the basement. He has a ton of these. Must've lost them often." She shrugged, and I could feel the heart attack she gave me fade away.

"So how exactly is this suppose to fit together?" I croaked, still recovering from the scare.

"You got a pair of black leggings?" She asked absent mindedly, adding finishing touches. I nodded, taking a quick search through my drawers and taking a pair out. 

Without a second word she pushed the hoodie towards me, along with the boots, leggings and gloves.

"Change." She commanded.

I couldn't protest, being shoved into my bathroom with no choice.

Carefully I zipped the boots over my leggings and zipped up my hoodie, deciding to bunch my sleeves up and wear the long biker gloves on top. It looked strange, but definitely something a teenager would think up as a costume.

I mean, seriously Dad? Spandex is overrated.

With a satisfyed huff, I walked out, hood still down as Lennon smiled widely.

"Put this on, and cover your nose. I'll do the rest." She squealed, and I followed her orders. Pulling my hood over the mask, Lennon fit my hair comfortably within my newly decorated hood and placed the weird goggles over my eyes. I could see everything fine, a tint of yellow in everything I saw. 

For some strange reason I didn't need my glasses anymore, something about perfect vision which made it no problem to see clearly.

And I could see that my suit was ready for a test run.

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(AN picture that inspired costume to the side)

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