Irondad/Spiderson Post-Endgame - LYKHIW timeline

No. 12: Are We Out Of The Woods Yet?

Whumptober Prompt No. 12 - I think I've broken something
Broken Down | Broken Trust

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I'm using my own Fix-it to Endgame "Like You'd know how it works" as a basis for the timeline, though the prompt will work fine without having read that story. The important part is, that Tony's not dead.

Baseline: circa 4 yearss after Tony is brought back from the multiverse.

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"There are so many reasons why online classes are better than going to school."

Peter shook his head. "And there are plenty of reasons why learning in school with other students is preferable. How it helps retain the material better than—"

Morgan groaned without even looking at him, her nose in the air, eyes on the leafy trees above them. "You can learn the same things at home, only then you could have dinner at night with us instead of in your stinky room in Boston."

"Hey," he craned his neck to see where she went, then walked after her. "My room doesn't stink."

"It's a boy's room." She said it like that alone was a valid argument, when it couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, the girl's dorms he had been in—

He stopped himself. Not the time and place.

"Or you could go visit May!"

Peter had his hands in his pockets, trying to keep up with her. "Right."

"You should!" She turned towards him and pointed her phone at him. "You should come with me and mom. She's taking me next time she flies out to HQ."

That startled Peter. "She is?"

"Yeah, in like two weeks or so. You should come, Pete! It'd be so much fun."

Peter pulled a grimace, even if her excitement was infectious. He hadn't been in LA since before the semester had started and he did miss May, but he'd also been looking into a weekend or two at Yale, wondering, hoping, that things with MJ—

"So, what do you think?"

He forced his mind back to the present. "I think you shouldn't run off that far, Morg."

She cocked her head at him, then blinked and made her eyes roll up high towards the treetops. A performance that was only second to the master, her dad.

"You sound like Tony," she groaned.

Peter pulled a face. "Don't call your dad by his first name. That's just weird."

Her eyes were scanning the trees, hoping to pick up the last couple of tree species that she needed to catalog for her biology project. "You call him Tony."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, what's the difference?"

Peter screwed up his face at the question. "That he's not actually my dad?"

"Oh please..."

She vanished behind some undergrowth and for a moment Peter's Spider senses tingled and his heart jumped into his throat. That olive green jacket she was wearing didn't help her stick out either. Sure, he had the nano-housing units secured on his forearms, but those were only the last resort. The very last resort. The gig would be up if he popped up as Spider-Man from behind a tree and Morgan, she couldn't know. Not yet, they had agreed. Hurried steps through the trees had him almost fall over a large root until he found her, crouching down on the ground. Her phone still in hand, she took a picture of a random weed.