-Hello! This is my first really really fanfic, by which I mean actually writing my own story about characters in new situations (my last one was, in large part, a shot for shot remake of Spider-Gwen #1-5). So, it may be a little odd but hopefully still turns out cool!–

2 AM- 177 Bleecker St, 1st Floor's Master Bedroom

"WAHHHHHHH!" goes the baby radio on the nightstand next to my pillow. My eyes snap open, and suddenly I'm hanging off the ceiling in my pajamas. You'd think, after night and night again of doing this, I'd be used to that wail by now. Spider-Sense, You come in handy, but calm down a little, please? I'm in my huge room at mine and Peter's place….ish. It's on rent, but we tend to refer to it as home. It is huge though. Tall enough one could web sling in, wide enough it takes me 5 minute to even reach the door, speedwalking (fortunately I can wall- or ceiling, in this case- crawl) There's hardly any decoration, but that's ok with me. All one really needs is a nice, comfortable place to hang her hood, and that's exactly what we have. Oh, sure, Peter will bring up how we left our residence at Avengers Tower every time I mention our room being too far from the baby or too drab or whatever, but I like it here. It's closer to Dad (since mom died, I've tried to take care of him as much as possible. He says he doesn't like it, but I know secretly he appreciates it), it's not in the limelight, and the Doctor (the Strange one, not the House or Who) is a friend of ours. And, of course, there's the whole problem of my falling out with the Avengers. We had a bit of a falling out about a year after I joined. I became disillusioned with the team members and how they went about their business. So I left. Strange took us in and asks the smallest amount of rent in the city, soooo….

I finally make it to the door of the guest room where the crying perp is laying down, still wailing. I was just here 2 hours ago, which means it SHOULD be Peter's turn to take care of Rachel, but he did have a long day at work, between picture taking for the Daily Bugle and taking care of Rachel while I'm off people saving. In fact, Peter does most of the baby care-age, since it's a fairly uncommon occurrence that I'm even at home for the evening. "You have such a caring father," I tell my daughter. "He's always there for you, isn't he? Not like your mother. She's always everywhere except with you…." I sigh and sit down, rocking Rachel to sleep so she (and I) can get some rest. As she calms down, I start falling asleep as well. No, Gwen, stop it, I think to myself. You fall asleep while holding Rachel and Peter will never let you forget it. I shake myself awake try to memorize Rachel as I continue to rock her back and forth. She's a little one, just like both her parents were. She's only 18 months old; she's barely starting to walk. She has the most beautiful Hazel eyes and dark brown hairs just like Peter (no, I'm not upset that she doesn't take after me, why would you think that?). She falls asleep finally, as I think (for the millionth time this year) how crazy it is that I have a daughter. Most superheroes don't get the storybook ending; their "job" keeps them from keeping a steady relationship, and because of the enemies they gain, their loved ones are in constant danger. Fortunately for Captain Stacy's Daughter, her husband is an absolutely incredible man (who took "The Reveal" episode in our relationship remarkably well; he only stammered for a whole minute, turned white and fainted. I still tease him about it), AND she has amazing friends who help protect her family. Our good friend Stephen Strange has mystical what-nots in effect to protect us from villains and their attacks (as well as the Doctor's own strange activities).

I gently lay her back down in her crib, knowing a single false move will awake her again. Seeing no signs of wake-age, I tread carefully back to my room and bed. Climbing back in, I lay down next to Peter, who looks messier than he usually does. with his mussed hair, stubble and half open eyes. Peter asks me if Rachel is asleep. I assure him she is, and, laying down, I turn to face him, thinking he'll go back to sleep. But, instead, he surprises me and keeps talking.

"How is she doing?" He asks me as I snuggle down to get comfortable again.

"She's doing just fine. A couple more months and she'll sleep through anything," I tell him. "How are you doing? I went to go calm Rachel so you could keep sleeping. You know you have a big day tomorrow, with JJJ interviewing you for a new management job for the picture department." Peter had been slowly climbing up the ranks of the newspaper he works for, The Daily Bugle, ever since he was sixteen.

"Gwen, you know talking to me about working too much is gonna go in one ear and out the other. You do way more of, well, everything than I do. You know that. You are literally saving the world while I just capture and edit pictures of it," Peter tells me, half indignantly. I kiss him on the cheek. "And yet, I love you anyways. You do more for this family than anyone else, Peter."

He smiles to me for a second, then turns back over to sleep. I turn over as well and get comfortable. Just as I fall asleep, I feel his arms curl over my shoulder, warm and comforting.

I'm in New York, outside the Sanctum. But it looks kinda different, like it did years ago. In fact, I look like I did years ago, like when I was 20 and had just recently became an Avenger. But why am I here? My confusion is interrupted as my attention is turned to the humongous roar and screams coming from behind me. I turn and see a Huge Fiery Head…. Which then begins to speak to me. "Ah….Spider-Woman. Hello," it says, but with the voice of a million growling, echoing voices. It's terrifying. "I'm coming back to destroy you...I'm going to make your world pay for what you and- Oh. Wait. Strange is sensing us….Hmmm..He cannot know of what I'm trying to do...So, before you die, Let's make it impossible for him to get any information out of you…..." As he stops concentrating on talking to me and starts concentrating on destroying me, I begin to wonder what's going on. What is he talking about? What does he mean 'Strange is sensing us'? What does that mean? Do I know him? I think I figured it out just as he throws a huge fireball my way. It zooms towards me and-

I wake up to find Peter looking terrified. I prop myself up, only to realize I'm sweating and shaking. It's morning, which means Rachel slept for the rest of the night. "What's wrong?" I ask him, barely keeping the quiver out of my voice. Frankly, I don't have an answer for my own question. Did I miss something? I can't really remember what my dream was, but I don't seem to recall anything scary or weird. "You were saying some really weird stuff, Gwen. Like, Latin-Exorcist kinda stuff." Peter looks absolutely terrified of me, which not only scares me, but also startles me knowing that I could do something that scares him. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know why that happened. I have no memory of doing that…just a dream of me, but younger…How long Have I been doing that?" I ask him. "I don't know… 5 minutes or so is how long I've been awake for it." Peter still looks incredibly wary of me. He gets up out of bed as an Idea strikes him. "Hey, Do you think we should tell Stephen about this? This is kind of his thing, isn't it?" He asks me. I think about that for a second, but a sudden overwhelming sense of dread gives my answer. "No," I tell him. "We'll be fine, I think." Stephen doesn't need to become involved; I'm sure I'll find out it was just one of my villains messing with me later today (I'm coming for YOU, Bodega Bandit. Actually….he's probably not smart enough to mess with me like that…..Whatever. I'm coming for him anyways!). So, after I calm Peter down and tell him that it's ok, he leaves to get dressed for the day. I stay in the bedroom and think a bit about what he told me. I don't know how this kind of thing could happen. I decide to hope I was just mumbling random stuff coming from what Doctor Strange taught me once. The stuff in that lesson was definitely scary enough. Having that settled, I get up to go get Rachel ready for the day. She slept for the rest of the night, thank goodness. I don't know if either of us would be ready for the day if she hadn't. I dress her in her baby blue onesie and take her to Peter so they can get going to the Daily Bugle offices. I kiss Peter and wish him good luck. He seems to have gotten over this morning's episode, which goes to show how trusting he is. Goodness, I don't deserve him, I think as he leaves. Anyways, it's time for me to go rustle up some trouble and some weirdos with a score to settle with me. I go back to the master room and grab my costume and slip into it. With the morning already falling into the back of my mind, I head out to get started on the day.

-9AM, 177 Bleecker St, 2nd Floor's Study-

The universe spread about him, Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, looks about the cosmos via his astral form, scouring them for any dangers. This is a common practice for him; it lets him think. Suddenly, the peaceful calm of the infinite cosmos are interrupted by a primal roar emanating from Earth itself. His astral form stops searching and heads back home to see what the problem is. He takes in the sight and knows exactly what is the problem. It's one of his oldest enemies.

One word; one name: "Dormammu."

-==-=-=Hello again! This is gonna be a super cool story! I'm excited to keep writing! I just had this idea come to me randomly at work one day, soooooo…. Here we are! Anyways, keep reading if you liked it, and leave a review; I LOVE LOVE LOVE reading reviews, they're so helpful. Note: this story is not a sequel to my first story, Masks, feat Spider-Gwen (there will be a sequel, after this story wraps). This is a different universe. Till Next (hopefully realllll sooon) chapter! Peace off! BOOP!