Peter Parker flipped his way through Queens, in the recent years since J. Jonah Jameson's, death his son had taken up his mantle. Peter had gotten used to the consistent ridicule he received from the J-man so when his son took his place it was nothing new. Peter sat on the edge of a building, pulling out a sandwich his wife had made for him. Queens was on the quiet side that night, not much was happening. A few petty theft's kept him from being too bored. Peter looked down to the street below, people milling about, going to and from their day to day lives. Peter smiled; his life was good. He had a beautiful wife, a best friend for life, a wonderful aunt, and his Spider-Man gig at night. A light breeze blew causing Peter to look toward the horizon, there coming in was what appeared to Peter to be a suit of armor. Peter stood up, squinting his eyes,

"Karen what is that?"

"It appears to be an Iron Man armor."

Peter watched as it came closer,

"Pepper?"

Karen's scanners blinked,

"No, the energy signature is not hers."

Peter took a defensive stance as the armor flew closer.

"Someone must have stolen the armor, Karen, battle mode."

Morgan neared the signal Jericho had detected.

"Spider-Man is up head."

Morgan stabilized herself about 10 feet away from the Spider-Man, his stance told her he was not playing games.

"Spider-Man?"

Morgan spoke.

Peter looked up and down the armor, it had a feminine form to it, much like Peppers suit only this one was black with blue lining accents. The voice that spoke was feminine as well.

"Obviously, now who are you? I know you are not Iron Man."

The suits mask deactivated to reveal a girl. Peter relaxed slightly, not positive of himself but believing he knew whom she was.

"Morgan?"

Morgan nodded,

"Yes, its me."

Peter deactivated his battle mode, relaxing his stance and removing his mask.

"I haven't seen you in ages."

Morgan shrugged,

"I've been hearing that a lot lately."

Peter eyed her again and without prompt she answered the question he was thinking.

"I found my father's files, I was able to modify one of suits to fit me."

Peter crossed his arms, a smile across his face.

"I was wondering how long it would take for the Iron Man mantle to be taken up."

Morgan smirked,

"Would have done so sooner, but my mother isn't exactly for this."

Peter nodded in understanding,

"You can't blame her, after what happened to Tony."

Morgan shrugged,

"Well, anyway to the reason I am here. We need your help."

Peter cocked his head at her,

"With what? I monitor the news, aside from energy surges…I haven't seen about any threats."

Morgan nodded landing on the roof beside him.

"Those energy surges are of Asgardian nature; they are why I am here. A darkness is coming, an ancient evil from Asgard. I am forming a team to fight it, and I want you to join us."

Peters mind flashed back for an instant to the first time he met Tony, Iron Man himself had asked for his help in a battle and now here was his daughter years later asking him the same thing.

"Who all is with you?"

Morgan ran down the members, starting with Thor and ending with Vision.

"We are a small team; we need more help."

Peter nodded,

"Come with me."

Placing his mask back on Peter leapt off the side of the building and began to swing his way through Queens with Morgan hot on his trail.

After a few moments the two came to a stop in the back alley, Peter deactivated his suit. Morgan stepped back in awe as the suit retreated in a wristwatch on Parkers arm. Peter turned to her.

"Tony made it for me, Pepper found it a few weeks after he passed."

Morgan nodded,

"Unfortunately my armor doesn't do that."

Morgan deactivated her armor stepping outside of it.

"Jericho stand guard, if anything comes let me know."

The armors eyes lite up as Jericho took control.

"As you wish."

Peter shook his head,

"Your family and A. I's. Where did you get the name?"

Morgan laughed,

"I'll tell you where I got the name Jericho when you tell me where you got the name Karen."

Peter shook his head turning to lead her up the steps to a penthouse apartment. Peter creaked open the door.

"Sshhh. Don't wanna wake the kids."

Morgans eyes widened, she didn't read in any of Peters file her father had about kids…or a wife for that matter.

"Got you! Your dead!"

Morgan jumped backwards, her heart racing. Infront of them a woman held a flashlight shining it right on them.

"MJ this is Morgan."

Peter spoke softly seemingly unphased by her, MJ turned out the light.

"Morgan Stark?"

Peter nodded. Morgan was still catching her breath.

MJ walked over to her. Looking her up and down,

"I guess she fits the description; besides you wouldn't dare cheat on me, ruin our relationship and plunge us into the turmoil of having to fight for custody of the children."

Peter just shook his head; Morgan was so confused.

"Up…Okay…anyway."

Peter took MJ aside as the two talk, Morgan waited patiently by the door. She leaned her back against it, her heart rate coming down. She lowered her head, her eyes feeling the heaviness of sleep.

Peter gently laid Morgan on the sofa, the poor kid had fallen asleep standing up. MJ leaned over his shoulder.

"She's gotta be 17 now, a little older than I was when I started this gig."

MJ pulled his head to her, kissing him.

"but?"

Peter sighed,

"Seeing her here, now, I feel guilty. Like I should have been there for her, like her father was for me."

MJ rubbed his shoulders,

"You can't change the past Peter you can only build for the future, she is here now. Take that chance."

Peter turn his attention to MJ, pulling her into a hug.

"How did I get so lucky?"

MJ snorted,

"Uh because I figured out you were Spiderman and you didn't have a choice you had to marry me to shut me up."

Peter laughed quietly,

"You sure that's the only reason?"

MJ looked up at him,

"Well my beauty played into it too."

She smirked, turning to leave for bed. She playfully punched his shoulder as she walked by him.

Peter watched her enter the bedroom, he then turned back to Morgan placing a blanket on top of her. The black-haired girl slept deeply.

"I'm sorry Morgan, I promise to be there for you, from now until…until I can't be."

Morgan stirred, she stretched out her back sitting up. She rubbed her eyes, mid rub she jolted realizing where she was.

"Did I seriously fall asleep?"

"Standing up."

Morgan whipped around, MJ was walking toward her. Morgan swung her legs over the side of the sofa.

"Sorry I guess I was tired."

MJ smiled,

"You hungry?"

Morgan nodded,

"Yes but don't bother, I need to be getting home."

MJ ignored her and started the oven just as Peter shuffled out of the room.

"Morning Morgan."

Morgan smiled,

"Morning, where are your kids?"

MJ laughed,

"They sleep in pretty late, like Peter."

Peter just rolled his eyes,

"I work late."

Morgan stood up,

"Speaking of…are you coming with me?"

Peter turned to MJ.

"Yes, I am."

Pepper sat on the sofa, Morgan had been gone for who knows how long. Pepper gently touched the suit of armor next to her. One of her most prized possessions. Tony had built it specially for her years ago, she had helped to defeat Thanos.

Had she done the right thing? The Avengers compound had been abandoned for years. Though Bucky, Sam Wilson, and a few others had kept the mantle of the Avengers alive they no longer used the giant compound for their HQ. The compound was run down, Peppers mother instinct kicked in while there and she had wanted to clean it. Though it would have taken weeks to clean all of the dust and cobwebs out. Even the main gate had almost rusted to the point where it no longer would open. The screeching noise of the metal had made her cringe.

"Mrs. Stark looks like Morgans home."

Pepper stood up, she had to put the past behind her, she had to step up.

"Friday, follow me."

The armor trailed behind Pepper as she made her way out to the workshop, her heart beating hard in her chest. She had to find the courage to do what needed done.