Spider Parker

*You're My Normal pt.1

heads up, i don't speak italian or czech so I used google translate. pardon if there are any mistakes.

"Morgan!" I cheered enthusiastically and swung her into my arms, "How are you and Pep?"

"Good," the girl laughed in joy, "Mommy took me to get ice cream!"

"Really!" I smiled with her, "What flavor did you get?"

"Chocolate," she spoke giddily, "With sprinkles."

"With sprinkles?" I gasped, "I'm jealous."

"Maybe Mommy can get you ice cream, too," Morgan offered and looked at Pepper. I chuckled and hugged my half-sister tighter before setting her down.

"Maybe another day, M," I ruffled her hair and let her run inside her home. Pepper stepped forward and gave me a hug.

"Are you all packed?" she smiled softly. 

"Yep," I nodded with a sigh, "You sure you're cool with me borrowing the Audi? I can call Happy to take me-"

"He would want you to keep it," Pepper insisted, "Be safe."

"As always," I hugged her one last time.

"Tell Peter hi for me, will you?" Pepper added as I made my way to the car. My breath caught in my throat, forcing me to quickly cover it up.

"Of course," I smiled, "Love you."

"Love you, too, hun," Pepper waved as I threw my backpack into the passenger seat.

The car lit up as I started the engine, blue holograms popping out from the dashboard. My dad popped up in front of the steering wheel.

"Hey, Jules," his hologram spoke. Tears started to sting my eyes, "If you're seeing this, it means I'm not around anymore. I died saving the world, obviously. But that means I found a way to save you. There's not a day that goes by that I'm not trying to find a way to get you back. I'm sorry, Jules."

Warm tears traced patterns down my face, "It's okay, Dad."

"I want you to know that everything I do- I do to make you happy. Don't blame yourself for my death. Don't blame anyone for my death, cause I know you will. You're so much like me and I love that so much-"

The hologram glitched and disappeared.

Eight months. It had been eight months since that day.

I know he would still want me to be happy. To get back in touch with Peter and save the world like he did. To carry on the Avenger's legacy. But even looking at my suit made me sick. If I was honest, thinking about Peter made me sick, too.

Dad did what he did for the both of us. If we hadn't disappeared, Dad would still be here.

"That's not fair," I mumbled to myself. It's not your fault. It's not Peter's fault. Dad chose to do what he did. Peter couldn't have saved him. I couldn't have saved him.

So why did I blame myself? 

Why did part of me still blame Peter? 

. . .

"Miss Stark," Fury greeted me as I stepped out of the car. I moved my sunglasses into my hair and shut the door behind me.

"So," I looked at the ruined city surrounding me, "What happened here?"

"It's called an Elemental," a new voice spoke up. I raised my eyebrows to meet the new face. He seemed eerily familiar, but I pushed the feeling aside and offered my hand to shake.