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C497 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-10-11 09:59:59 +0000 UTCAfter a short discussion at Kamar-Taj, Wong came to a decision. As he addressed Peter, Tony, and Wanda, his tone carried a mix of politeness and sternness. "I appreciate your help in dealing with the Darkhold, but it's time for you to leave Kamar-Taj. It's in your best interests and ours."
Peter nodded in agreement. "Sure, we'll take our leave."
Wong's decision made it clear that the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj were wary of the intruders from another universe, and Peter understood their concerns.
But that wasn’t all, they were also wary of Wanda, who was already corrupted and manipulated by one dark artifact. They didn’t want her anywhere near their library or vaults, which safe-kept many other dark artifacts and books from the wrong hands. And Wanda just so happened to be the wrong hands in this scenario.
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Returning to the Avengers tower, Anthony and Tom sat side by side on a plush couch, sulking like children who'd been reprimanded. They had been kicked out of the battle by Peter, who had called them "dead weight" and unceremoniously sent them through a portal. They were slightly offended but mostly disheartened.
When Peter and Wanda stepped through a portal, alongside Tony, they couldn't help but voice their grievances. Anthony was the first to speak up. "Dead weight, huh? I'll have you know that we defeated Thanos. You know? The guy who snapped half the universe away in a single second?"
Tom, with a more subdued demeanor, chimed in, "I mean, I've been doing this Spider-Man thing for a while. I’m not that useless... am I?"
Peter sighed, listening to their complaints in silence. When they finally ran out of steam, he looked at them with a hint of exasperation. "If you don't want to be dead weight, then you need to step up your game. What I saw back there was pitiful. You both have the potential to be great, but you need to work on your skills." He the turns to Anthony, “and you need to upgrade your suit.”
Peter's words sent both Anthony and Tom back into a sulking mess once again. Peter had a point, but it was hard to swallow their pride and acknowledge their shortcomings.
Turning his attention to Wanda, Peter asked, "Is there anything you need to grab before we leave this universe?"
Wanda shook her head, her voice tinged with sorrow. "Everything I’ve ever treasured is either gone or never truly existed. And I can always buy new clothes and other essentials..."
Peter nodded and turned to Anthony and Tom. "It's time for us to leave..."
Although Peter had wounded their egos just moments earlier, they still considered him a friend and said their goodbyes with a mixture of gratitude and disappointment.
With goodbyes exchanged, Peter opened a shimmering portal back to Tom's room. Soon enough, they stepped through an unassuming closet that was, in fact, their multiverse-traveling ship. Wanda couldn't help but be astonished by the ship's interior, exclaiming, "It's bigger on the inside!"
Peter chuckled, and Tony chimed in, "Will you ever get tired of hearing that?"
Peter shrugged, "I haven't yet." He moved toward the control panel, a fusion of advanced technology and mystic arts, and hooked up his phone, opening the Spider-Verse Group Chat app before tapping the GPS icon. Instantly, an interface showing a partially mapped multiverse appeared.
The possibilities lay before them, numerous realms and universes unexplored. Peter, having charted two distinct MCU universes, both his own and the current one they were in, had a sense of where to go next. They would have to venture blindly into the multiverse, a prospect that excited and intrigued him and his passengers.
Setting the course to a random universe, Peter activated the ship. It flickered in and out of existence before finally vanishing entirely from this universe, taking its passengers along for a journey through the endless tapestry of the multiverse.
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After almost a month of relentless travel through the multiverse, Peter, Tony, and Wanda had traversed countless universes, seeking the ideal universe for Wanda to call home. Each day brought them to around ten new universes, exploring various MCU-related alternate realities.
They encountered both the awe-inspiring and the bizarre, from dark universes where Thanos had ultimately triumphed to gender-bent versions of the Avengers, like Antonia Stark and Petra Parker. In one particularly f*cked up universe, they found a gender-bent Nick Fury named Nichole Fury, but worst of all, she was one of the most beautiful women that they had ever seen.
Peter was still traumatized to this very day. ‘I need to ask the Ancient One to erase my memory when I get back, or else I’ll never be able to look at Fury the same way again…’
In their exploration, they witnessed all sorts of advanced universes filled with flying cars and other futuristic marvels. But they also found some less developed ones resembling a Wild West rendition of the MCU, with the Avengers toting revolvers and a Native American Thanos defending his people.
Peter couldn’t help but realize that Thanos was probably 100% in the right in that universe. ‘I mean, how can he be the bad guy there?’
Through their efforts, Peter had mapped enough MCU-related universes to navigate efficiently, leading them to the ideal place for Wanda.
As their Tardis-like ship materialized in this new universe, Peter turned to Wanda and Tony, explaining, "This universe falls between a reality without the Darkhold and another where Wanda faces a tragic fate due to cancer. It should be a perfect blend of the two."
Wanda's excitement bubbled over as she practically sprinted out of the ship, only to find herself in a dimly lit hospital room in the dead of night. Her eyes widened as she gazed upon a frail and bald woman, who seemed to be lying dead on a hospital bed. This universe's version of Wanda Maximoff was a shadow of herself, her body worn down by the harsh treatments of chemotherapy.
The room was filled with the deafening tone of the heart monitor, which was alerting everyone to Wanda’s deceased state, an unsettling reminder of her death. Tony and Wanda stood there in silence, absorbing the somber reality that had unfolded before them, whilst Peter walked over and unplugged the monitor before the nurses were alerted.
Wanda's emotions swirled within her as she looked at her dead counterpart, empathy washing over her. She couldn’t understood the pain and suffering this version of herself had endured, as she never had cancer, but she couldn't help but feel a deep connection to the woman in that hospital bed.
“Wait…” Wanda raised a curious brow as she turned to Peter. “How did she die from cancer? I could easily cure cancer with my powers…”
Peter shook his head. “This version of you never awakened any powers. She was just a normal person.”
“…” Wanda stared at her counterpart, surprised that even a normal version of her could get f*cked over as well. Though instead of the man she loves dying or the illusionary children she created disappearing, this one simply got cancer and lost it all. They were the same, just in a different way.
Tony broke the silence, bringing the focus back to the task at hand. "So, what's the plan?"
Before Peter could respond, he felt a peculiar presence in the room. It was an ethereal, ghostly presence, distinct from the living world. Peter's eyes widened as he realized what it was. He reached out, his hand passing through the decease Wanda as he grasped onto the form of a translucent figure, pulling it from her body.
Startled, Tony and Wanda watched as a ghostly Wanda Maximoff appeared before them. She looked around in bewilderment, her voice filled with confusion as she asked, "What's going on? Is that me? Why is Tony Stark here?"
Peter moved to explain, but Wanda stopped him, “Wait… Let me talk to her.”
“Sure…” Peter shrugged and stepped back, beside Tony.
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Minutes passed, as the living Wanda explaining why they had come to this universe, the ghostly version listening intently. Surprisingly, a relieved smile began to form on her face, her confusion giving way to understanding.
This transformation shocked everyone. They had anticipated resistance from the ghostly Wanda, but it seemed she had a different perspective. Realizing their confusion, she began to speak, her voice soft and filled with a sense of calm. "I'd much rather have a version of me, someone who will love my children unconditionally, take care of them instead of some unknown foster or adoption family... It seems like I have nothing to worry about anymore..."
With that, the ghostly Wanda's form began to shimmer, her presence becoming more ethereal by the second. She looked at the living Wanda with a final, reassuring smile before she dissolved into the air, her soul finally free to move on to the next life, unburdened by the worries that had tethered her to this world.
Wanda stood there, the weight of the moment settling in, realizing that she had gained a chance for a new life and a family of her own.
Ruining the moment, Peter stepped up and conjured a pair of scissors, clippers, a razor, and some shaving cream. “Well, are you ready to take her place?” He smirks as Wanda begins to realize what will happen next.
Wanda’s eyes widened. “Can’t we just use magic to make people think I’m bald?”
Tony stepped up beside Peter, matching his smirk completely. “How could you ask that? Where’s your sincerity and respect for the dead?”
Peter nodded along beside him. “That’s right! Do you think she liked going bald from all of her treatments? No, but she had to do it, and so do you…”
Wanda looked at their insufferable faces and felt the overwhelming urge to enact violence. “Fine…” But she held back and simply let go of her attachment to her long, luscious hair. If they wanted her bald, then she would oblige. After all, it was thanks to them that she was even here in the first place.
“”Hehe”” Peter and Tony giggled like idiots as they surrounded her, buzzing, slicing, and shaving her hair with a mad glee.
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The next day…
The sun cast a warm glow through the curtains of the small hospital room. It was a new day, one filled with hope and change. In this universe, life was unfolding in a way that had not been expected.
Wanda, who had taken the place of her deceased counterpart, sat patiently in her hospital bed with a renewed sense of purpose. With a contented smile, she looked around the room, marveling at the opportunity she’s been given.
And finally, the moment she was waiting for had arrived. The door creaked open, and the two young children, her boys, entered the room. Their faces were a mix of anticipation and apprehension as they approached the hospital bed. One of them hesitantly called out, "Mom?"
Wanda's heart swelled with love as she held her arms out to them. "Come here, my darlings." Her voice was filled with warmth and tenderness.
The children rushed into her embrace, their tears flowing freely. They had experienced a world of pain and loss, and seeing their mother in a much healthier and vibrant state was a dream they had never dared to imagine.
Wanda held them close, her heart brimming with love and gratitude. The tears they shared were not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy and healing. They clung to her as if afraid she might disappear.
As the emotional reunion unfolded, the door to the room opened once more, and her doctor came walking in, a sense of astonishment in his eyes. He glanced at Wanda and then at the children, his voice laced with disbelief as he declared, "This morning's tests show zero cancer cells in your entire body… You're officially in remission."
The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the news settling in. Wanda's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at the doctor. "In remission? But I thought..." She played it off well, using her novice acting skills to the best of her ability.
The doctor nodded, understanding her confusion. "It's a miracle. We've never seen anything like it. But I must caution you, Wanda. Cancer is unpredictable, and it can come back. We should remain cautious and continue regular check-ups."
Wanda's children held onto her even tighter, their tears now a mix of joy and relief. One of them looked up at the doctor and said, "Thank you for making Mommy better."
The doctor smiled warmly at Wanda and her children. "I wish I could take credit for this, but it's something beyond our understanding. You should cherish this moment, Wanda."
Wanda's eyes were filled with gratitude as she nodded. "I will, Doctor. I'll cherish every moment of this." She said as she turned to the window, where she could see Peter and Tony stood atop the adjacent building, watching her. “Thank you…”
Peter and Tony nodded and gave her a wave goodbye before entering their ship, leaving Wanda to her happy ending.
A/N: 2211 words :) Long boy today. Also, I’m still writing the outline for the next story. It’s over 10,000 words already. I’m just trying to get it finished before I start writing the chapters, which should be soon. So expect that coming within a week or two maybe? It depends on how much free time I have though.
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Byakoo
Im crying 🥲
