The Spidey Twins 3: Tables Turned

A Toast ✔️

Becks Pov~

Peter closes the door after our chat and the illusion slowly fades around me.
"See? That wasn't so hard." I say with a smirk.
"Yes!" My crew cheers.
"Somebody get this stupid costume off me!" I call out while point to it.
"Okay, we got EDITH. Get these connected to our system." I say, handing the glasses off.
"Toast! Toast! Toast!" They start chanting.
"Now, this is a big win, but we still got a lot of work to do." I tell them.
"Toast! Toast! Toast!" They insist. I give in and get on top of the bar.
"Yeah!" They cheer.
"Okay, toasts! Give me that, Doug." I say as I grab the bottle. "To the man who brought us all together, our former boss, Tony Stark." The crowd boos him.
"The jester king. Literally wrapped in wealth and technology that he was unfit to wield. Like the holographic system I designed. A revolutionary breakthrough with limitless applications that Tony turned into a self-therapy machine and renamed Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing, or BARF. He renamed my life's work "BARF." I told him it was a mistake, that my technology could change the world. And then he fired me. Said I was unstable. To Tony." I say as I raise the bottle.
"To Tony!" They cheer.
"Next, to William."
"William!"
"The integration of my illusion tech with your weaponized drones was brilliant. Powerful illusions, real damage, worked like a charm. And it's just the beginning."
"Thank you, brother." He says back.
"To Guterman."
"Guterman! To Guterman!" They cheer.
"The story you created of a soldier from another Earth named Quentin fighting space monsters in Europe is totally ridiculous and apparently the kind of thing people will believe right now. I mean, everybody bought it."
"Gutes! Guterman!"
"To Victoria."
"To Victoria!"
"Staging electromagnetic pulses at each attack site so Fury's own satellites would confirm our lies. Inspired idea."
"To Janice."
"Janice!"
"After Tony 'died', she was the one who discovered that EDITH was being handed over not to us, not to the Defense Department, but to a child."
"Thank you." She says.
"To Janice!" They cheer.

"And to the rest of you, Tony Stark is gone. Or, will be. Now that we know that his own adopted daughter is here with us, we can lure him out of hiding and finish him ourselves. There is a window of opportunity, and someone will step up. But these days, you can be the smartest guy in the room, the most qualified, and no one cares. Unless you're flying around with a cape or shooting lasers from your hands, no one will even listen. Well, I've got a cape and lasers. With our technology and with EDITH, Mysterio will be the greatest hero on Earth!" I proclaim.
"Yeah!"
"Then everyone will listen! Not to a boozy man-child."
"No!"
"Not to his adopted daughter."
"No!"
"Not to a hormonal teenager."
"No!"
"To me and to my very wealthy crew. To us."
"To us." The celebrate.
"To Mysterio!"
"To Mysterio!"
"To Peter Parker and the 'Spidey Twins'!"
"To Them!" They cheer.

"Poor kid. Hot sister tho." I say to myself as I take a drink.
"Let's get to work."