(Y/n) is alive and well, but, no one knows.
Not only does no one know but those close to her are gearing up to fight her and the cause she was brainwashed into supporting.
As she fights for the wrong side, and as (Y/n) gets flash backs to times with...
I don't own anything except any original character and/or any original plot.
🕷
Epilogue
🕷
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I'd battled mad titans, aliens, geniuses, crazed villains, and that guy who wanted to be a kangaroo. But none of that battles could face up to the anxiety I was currently facing.
"I'm gonna throw up, that's it. I'm done for. I'm gonna throw up all over my dress, then on Peter, and we'll be doomed to lives of misery."
The girls around me laughed in disbelief, having dealt with two previous meltdowns earlier that day, "You know that isn't going to happen."
"Here, liquid courage," Jess shoved a shot glass into my hand.
Without hesitation I tipped it back, focusing on the burn in my throat rather than my nerves. It worked. For a minute, that is.
"Honey, everything will be okay," My mom put a hand on my shoulder, "I was this way before I married your dad. We've been married for 25 years and we couldn't be happier."
"Shortest meltdown ever," MJ moved around me, adjusting things as she saw fit, "All of us always knew you would marry Peter someday. We all know you're going to be that couple that everyone secretly hates because you're perfect. That's how the world sees you already. This is just some paperwork and another ring on your finger."
All of the girls - my mom, Jess, Morgan, MJ, and Shuri - nodded in agreement. The X-Women claimed they were "too old" and settled for just being invited rather than being bridesmaids. Personally, I thought they just didn't want to deal with the hangovers that'd result from the bachelorette party because god, they were awful.
Knock. Knock.
Ned poked his head in, a bright smile on his face, "You guys ready? It's time to walk."
In response we all filed out of the room, "(Y/n), Peter's gonna freak when he sees you. I've been shipping this for over five years. No other ship becoming canon will live up to this day. Thank you for this opportunity."
Laughing quietly, I lagged behind to give the rest of the group time to go in with their assigned partners. Then I met my dad in front of the doors leading to the banquet hall.
"Oh my god," he whispered, immediately tearing up when he got a good look at me, "I made you! This was all me!"
"Weird thing to say, but alright," I took his arm, laughing to hold back my tears. I sat in a chair for forty minutes getting my makeup done. I was not about to have it ruined.
We stepped through the already open double doors. The congregation stood and faced us. They were neither Peter's family nor mine. They were our family. X-Men, Avengers, Guardians, Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock plus Venom, blood relations, a few celebrities, and friends we picked up on the way. Using an invention by Shuri, we sucked our inter-dimensional friends over as well. It was all perfect. Except for Wade sobbing in the corner.
