The New Adventures Of Morgan Stark and Peter Parker

He Said

I've been waiting anxiously until a time where I felt it was okay to post Endgame stuff, I've decided to make a whole new book dedicated to little Stark's new adventures. Also, this picture, I thought was decent and then I looked at it at a normal angle and just about burned my eyes lmao. Without further ado, the book.

"Are you Spiderman?" Morgan asked curiously looking up at Peter. Peter nodded, a bit shocked but glad that she'd come to the conclusion it was him from the funeral. It made sense, everyone else had a superhero name attached to them. Besides Harley anyways, But Peter was glad he'd gotten to go.

"Why yes I am Ms. Stark," He said with a smile. "My name is Morgan, not Ms!" She giggled and Peter Couldn't help but to laugh. He kneeled down next to her. "So what's up?" He asked and Morgan gave a grin. "My daddy said that You're his Favourite superhero."

Peter's breath was caught in his throat for a minute and he felt his eyes water a bit, the memory still fresh. "He did?" He asked and Morgan nodded. "Yeah! Which I guess makes you my Favourite superhero too. Anyways I have a question," She continued and Peter nodded to signal the Okay.

Peter was in awe when he heard her speak. She was only four, but definitely showed that she'd inherited the Stark smarts.

"Can I try and shoot the webs?" She asked and Peter nodded. "Absolutely you can! Here," he pulled out a web shooter and adjusted it so the tiny girl wouldn't go flying along with it. "Okay now what you want to do is slide it on and move your hand like this," He demonstrated and helped slide it on her wrist.

"Like this?" She asked and peter smiled. "Exactly like that. You're a fast learner!"

Ten minutes later and Morgan was shooting the webs and laughing gleefully. "That's fun! I wanna be Spiderman when I grow up." She declared and Peter felt his heart grow three sizes. "Fun idea, but I think your father would want you to stick to this family business." He said. "Well what's the family business?" She asked curiously.

"Mechanics." He said thinking back to how stressed and worn down the role of Iron Man had made Tony. "Mechanics is the family business. But your father was really good at it, You'll see. Come on, It's lunch time."

"What's for lunch?" "Anything you want."