Ambition {𝟙𝟛} | Marvel √

chapter seven

One month later, Emma had tried to adjust to her new life. A life without her father. A life without her best friend. A best friend whom she only thought was Allie Rodgers.

Pepper stayed in New York during the week with Emma, filling their days with activities that she thinks would distract her. But Emma saw right through them.

On the weekends, Emma was left home alone while Pepper dealt with work for the company. So Emma had to entertain herself. At first it was simply watching tv all day, ordering a pizza. But then it became depressing. So she began taking Nala on walks during the weekend. Tried to get herself out of the constant loop of her depression.

On one particular night, Emma found herself walking down the streets of Queens with Nala. She knew she shouldn't be there by herself, even if she had Nala with her. But something about Queens felt — familiar. She'd be drawn to it ever since moving into Forest Hills.

Night barely settled on the city and Emma had decided it was time to turn back around and head home. But she didn't know that on this night, her entire world would be turned upside down.

When she turned around, she came to an abrupt stop when she spotted a man behind her, just a few feet away. She quickly tightened her grip on Nala's leash when she began growling, wanting to dash up towards the man. But Emma wouldn't allow that.

"You better get ahold of your dog," he said and Emma nervously gulped.

"I'm sorry," she said, "She's just...protective."

"What's a little girl like you doing out here anyway?" he asked and now Emma felt uncomfortable. She felt in danger. She didn't like how this man spoke to her.

"Just walking my dog...sir," she nervously said.

"Sir?" he asked, "Your daddy taught you manners."

Emma pursed her lips, feeling a wave of sadness come over her. But she held herself together before shooting him a smile, beginning to nervously walk past him.

When she did, she gasped when he snatched her arm, forcing her to look at him. She stopped herself from cringing up, his breath smelled awful.

"Where are you going?" he asked as Emma stared at him in slow irritation.

"Let me go. Now," she said.

"I'm just trying to have a conversation," he said and Emma scoffed.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with," she said before her eyes darkened, "Let - me - go!"

Quick terror filled her eyes when his grip tightened with an awful look on him. But abruptly, he was sprung up into the air.

A breath left Emma's lips before she and Nala glanced up, finding the man swaying in the air. Upside down. His foot attached to a light pole. By a spider web?

Emma tilted her head confused, her eyes narrowing. Where did this spider web come from?

Right then, she spotted a moving shadow from the corner of her eye. Her attention was quickly turned towards a nearby alleyway, where she saw a faint flash of red and blue.

Something in her pulled her towards the alleyway. She carefully made her way through with Nala, knowing this was the dumbest idea she'd ever done. Until—

Her eyes widened at the sight before her.

"Spider-Man?"

Under the mask, Peter Parker tensed up, chills running down his spine when he heard her voice call his name. A voice he'd been clinging to hear for so long. He thickly swallowed before slowly turning around, only for his heart to pound faster than it did before when he found Emma Stark behind him. A confused face yet surprise etched on her.