When Worlds Collide

Into The Void Part 1

I groaned as I heard my alarm go off. Just five more minutes, please. But if Natasha were still here... she wouldn't let me. She'd make me get up. I remove the covers from myself and sit up.

I look around my room. It hadn't changed at all since the Snap, or the Blip as most people call it. I still remember that day in Wakanda. Though most people didn't feel anything, because of my spider-sense it was quite painful for me... and Peter.

I sigh and stand up to get ready. Looking over at my desk chair, a pang of sadness hits me. There sat Natasha's favorite leather jacket. Clint had given me all of her things, including her famous motorcycle. My favorite thing was her leather jacket cause it still smelled like her.

I shake my head. She wouldn't want me to be like this.

Walking over to my closet, I pull out my suit. It was my newest one, Natasha had it made for me before she died. It was similar to her Black Widow suits except it had a hood, which was my signature.

I slip out of my pajamas and put on a tank top and shorts before pulling on my suit. Once I have it zipped up, I pull on the black combat boots, then the famous Black Widow belt. I strap on my web shooters, which were now altered to be Widow Stingers as well.

I put on the red goggles, which I use because my enhanced sight gives me too much input, then I lift up my hood. I stand back and admire myself in the mirror. This is the first time I put this suit on... it feels nice.

I hear a creak at the doorway and look up to see Bucky standing there. Steve had asked him to watch over me now that he was gone. Even though we come from different times, we both have a lot in common.

Bucky had now cut his hair. He wanted to be the way he was before, when he was Sergeant Barnes and not the Winter Soldier. Though he will always have the metal arm, he intends to use it for good now.

"I see you're finally wearing the suit." He said.

"I-I was just going to go for a swing through New York." I replied, "Maybe catch a few baddies here and there."

Bucky nodded and gave me a small smile, "That's okay, kid. You don't need to tell me. I would know where you are."

"Because of your Winter Soldier instincts?"

"Because I know Steve and Nat trained you."

I frown, "Would've been cooler if it was the Winter Soldier instincts."

Bucky chuckles before walking up to me, "Just be careful out there okay kid? I don't need Steve to kill me. I also don't want to be visited by a Natasha ghost."

I laugh. He always knows what to say to cheer me up.

"Might want to take a change of clothes with you." Bucky said.

I nod and we fist bump each other before he walked out of the room.

"Oh! What time do you think you'll be back?" He asked as he turned back around.

"I'm not sure, I'll bring my phone just in case."

Bucky nodded with a smile before walking off, most likely to the kitchen.

I go to my closet once again and pull out a T-shirt, which was a Black Widow shirt, and jeans. I pick up black converse and retrieve a pair of socks from my dresser. I stuff them into a backpack, and of course, I included Natasha's leather jacket.

I walk over to my window ready to leave... but then I remember I didn't brush my hair. With a huff, I set my bag down and pull off my hood to run a brush through my hair.

Finally, after a few minutes, I was done. I picked up my bag, put the straps on my shoulders, and opened my window. Bucky and I lived in a two bedroom apartment in Queens, which is where Natasha and I lived... before she gave her life to save the universe.

I shake my head again, clearing my thoughts, and lift my hand to a tall building. I make the signature hand signal and the synthetic web leaves my web-shooters. I smile as I kick off the windowsill.

The wind blew into my face, and I felt weightless. I lifted my other arm and shot out another web to a nearby building. I continued to do this for a while.

I love swinging through New York. The wind in my face and the weightless feeling made me feel so... free. Like I could do anything and nothing was wrong. But everything was wrong, and I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't save Mary Jane from being killed by the Green Goblin, I couldn't save my mom from being killed by the Lizard, and I couldn't save Natasha. I didn't get to say goodbye to any of them. But the death that hurt the most was Natasha's. I thought we were going to have a life together. She was going to adopt me, and raise me and continue to train me. But I'm not as lucky as everyone else.

I decide to stop for a break and land on the rooftop of a nearby building. I sigh as I swing my arms and then do little stretches. Natasha told me it's good to stretch when I take a break so I don't stretch any muscles. I should've stretched before I started swinging.

I look over the edge of the rooftop, down at all the traffic and the walking civilians. Everything seemed to be calm, well it's New York so it's not exactly calm, but there didn't seem to be any sort of crime this morning. But that doesn't mean I should stop looking. Natasha said to always be alert, no matter what.

I step away from the edge, and just as I was about to shoot another web, I hear a strange noise behind me. I turn around quickly, getting in a fighting stance, only to see a weird purple energy... thingy.

I carefully step towards it. It doesn't look dangerous and my spider sense doesn't seem to be going off. What is it?

I walk around to the back. It seemed to be flat. I walk back to the front and look at it curiously. How did it get here?

I look around for any sign of where it could come from. There didn't seem to be anyone who could create this purple whatcha-ma-call-it.

I step closer to the portal and slowly reach my hand up to it. Bad idea. As soon as my fingertips touched it, I was sucked in.

Everything went dark. That was, until I opened my eyes to see... a... a beach? I sit up with a groan and bring my hand to my head. I looked around to see three other girls also laying on the beach with me.