Chapter Thirty-Seven

I am talking to Peter about some random shit when a piece of metal hits the back of his head.

"Ow!" he winces, reaching to the back of his head, turning around to see who did it.

I gasp, "Oh my god, are you okay"

"I'm fine," he says, "But Sara seriously has a problem with me."

"I'll go talk to her," I sigh, making to get up when Peter stops me.

"No, it's fine," he tells me, "It's not that big a deal."

"She hit you with a piece of metal," I deadpan.

He replies, "Yes. She also tries to tackle hug Kurt all the time, so I feel like she has inconsistent moods swings all the time. I'm sure she'll be fine. Besides, I deal with Jamerson on a daily basis. I think I can handle a fourteen year old girl."

I think about it, "Point taken. So, how's Harry doing?"

"Harry? He's doing fine, last I heard of him. His dad's still insane, however," he sighs.

I look confused, "His dad? You mean Norman Osborn? He's not dead?"

"No, he's not dead," Peter gives me a strange look, "Why? Is he dead in the movies?"

I shrug, "Well, yeah. In the first one, he dies because he tired to kill you with his glider and you jumped out of the way. In the Amazing Spider-Man 2, he dies because of some genetic disease. Either way, the Spider-Man movies are not kind to the Osborn family, and I'm sure Sara laughed at every second of it."

"Sara told me I died in a comic storyline. Mind explaining that?" he requests.

I begin, "Well, she was probably mentioning the one where Deadpool kills practically everyone, but she knows more about it than I do. I do know that there was one storyline where you were killed in front of a kid named Miles Morales, and he decides to take up the name of Spider-Man. I don't know much about that one either, but it sounds interesting. I might read it when I get back to my world."

"Well. I guess I'm going to have to be careful. I don't want Aunt May to lose anyone else," he states, "She already had to go through Uncle Ben's death. I don't think she'd be able to handle another one, especially not mine."

I smile at him, "Yeah, she seems so nice. It'd be best not to put her through anymore grief. Plus, Mary Jane would be pretty sad as well."

"Well, that's nice to hear... I guess?" he laughs sheepishly, "What... happens between her and me?"

I raise an eyebrow, "Are you sure you really want to know?" When he nods, I keep going, "Well, you guys get together and even get married. But, she gets fed up with you being Spider-Man and asks you to choose. When you don't, she leaves. You guys still remain good friends though."

"I can see that happening," he admits, "I could never give up being Spider-Man, even if it meant giving up Mary Jane. I just... couldn't do it."

"I understand," I nod, "You can't just stop helping people. No matter what, people are always going to need to be saved. I wouldn't want you to quit being Spidey. It wouldn't be right."

Scarlet Witch, who was there the entire time, then asks, "What about me? What happens to me?"

"Oh, that's easy," I say, "You get married to someone you love. He's hella badass, by the way."

"Do I know him?" she questions, looking excited.

I think back, "No, I don't think Vision has been cre- I mean, introduced. But, I'm sure he will be soon. By the way, has a giant homicidal robot caused any problems for you guys?" I got blank looks, "Guess not. Yeah, Vision won't be for a while. That's a shame. I wanted to see Sonic over there get overprotective. Would have been hilarious."

"You say that now, but it is not so funny on the other side," she tells me dryly, "It felt like I wasn't allowed to go outside. And this was for most of my life!"

"I know the feeling," I agree with her, "My mom is very protective. I've never once had a sleepover because I wasn't allowed to go into other people's houses, and she didn't trust a lot. I also didn't get out much. I only ever saw my friends at school, and when I told her that, she said that's the way it was supposed to be."

Pietro, who had zoomed in and caught the conversation we were having, spoke, "You never saw your friends outside of school?"

"I did sometimes," I smile remembering, "There was the anime convention, and the birthday party for my friend and little brother. Oh, and there was when I went to see the second Avengers movie with Seanna, Sara, my brother, and my niece. It was amazing. That's actually when you two were introduced," I gestured to the twins, "And you two were some of the best parts in the movie. I loved it."

"What were we like?" Pietro wonders, sitting down on the couch.

I respond, "Well, like you are now, I guess. I know that in the comics, you were an asshole, Pietro."

"He's an asshole now!" I hear Clint yell from somewhere.

I continue as if I hadn't heard him, "But in the movie, you were more like you are here. Not an ass, just kinda cocky, and and very protective of Wanda. Although, you're backstories are different. You were orphaned by one of Stark's old weapons, and you're not Magneto's kids. But that's because of copyright. Couldn't do anything about that."

"Your world is very confusing," Wanda states, "But also very fascinating. I wish to go there someday, if it is possible. Maybe I could see this movie for myself." My eyes go wide at that last statement, thinking of what happened to Pietro.

"No, no, no, that's a bad idea," I shake my head, "You really don't want to watch the movie. It's... a bit heartbreaking."

"Why, what happens?" Pietro demands.

I rush, "It's a very long story, one that I really can't tell, because that would not end well for any of us. Just know that it isn't going to happen here, not while I'm around." Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around!~ Damn it, now that song is in my head. I quickly run out of the room, only to notice Peter was following me.

"Okay, spill," he orders, "What happens in that movie?"

I take a deep breath, "You have to promise not to tell anyone, especially not the twins. Okay?" When he nods, I whisper in his ear, "Pietro got killed during the final battle. He was protecting Clint and a kid separated from his mom. I'm on alert to make sure it won't happen here."

"Who killed him?" he whispers back.

I respond, "You don't know him yet. He's going to come, though, and he won't be easy to beat." Although now we have Sara, so maybe Ultron will be a bit easier.

"Got it," he nods, "Now, where are we going?"

"I'm honestly not sure," I reply, "I was just trying to get out of there."

"You do remember Pietro has superspeed and can carry you back there, right?" he reminds me, which wipes the smile on my face. Right on cue, suddenly I'm grabbed by a blue blur and back in the other room. I notice Wanda is gone.

"Where'd Wanda go?" I ask him.

He answers, "She went to go check on Sara and T'Challa. You, however, are going to tell me what happened in that movie."

"No, I'm not," I state, "Can't make me. I am under no contract to tell you what I know."

He sighs, softening his voice, "Can you at least tell me if Wanda is safe?"

I smile at him, "She is as safe as can be. You won't need to worry about her."

"So, I am an asshole, huh?" he mentions, looking somewhat offended.

I defend myself, "Hey, that's just in the comics. In the movie, you are great, definitely a worthy addition to the team. Just not worthy enough to pick up Thor's hammer." I chuckle, remembering that scene from the movie.

He smirks, "I haven't met anyone worthy of picking up Thor's hammer."

"Oh, there's a ton of Avengers who pick up Thor's hammer!" I say cheerfully, "Cap, Natasha, even the guy Wanda marries can do it. It's not really as rare as Thor makes it out to be. Of course, this IS mostly in the comics, so I'm not sure how canon any of those are."

"It really is strange how much you know," he notes.

I shrug, "Well, I love this world, this universe. I always dreamed of coming here, and now here I am, wanting to go back."

"Are you really sure you want to go back?" he asks me, and unlike the others, he doesn't seem as if he's going to try to convince me to stay.

I respond quietly, "I'm not sure anymore. I don't think it's a matter if I want to anymore, it's that I have to. There are people out there who miss me, and I miss them. It wouldn't be right to just forget about them like that."

"I understand," he nods, "But it would be nice if you could stay. It's your choice however. I won't make you choose."

I smile at him, "Thanks, Pietro. It seems like everyone is trying to convince me to stay."

"It is because a lot of us have seen people close to us leave before. In the short amount of time you've been here, you three girls have become close to all of us. We don't want to see people we care about leave again," he explains.

"I think I get it now," And I do, "Maybe I should also consider Sara and Seanna's feelings about this. Maybe they can stay while I go back or something."

He replies, "Maybe. But I know for a fact that Peter would be very upset if you were to leave."

I comment, not paying attention to that last line before it hit, "Yeah... Hey, what's that last thing supposed to mean?!" He just winked at me before zooming off. I just shake my head, laughing slightly. Just then, Kurt, who had gone to check with Professor X, teleports right next to me, catching me by surprise.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" I exclaim, "Kurt, you scared me! What the fuck?!"

"The professor vants to speak vith you," he tells me innocently, as if he didn't just terrify me.

I sigh, "Fine, take me to him." I grab onto him and suddenly I'm in frontof Professor X.

"Ah, thank you, Kurt," he says, smiling, "Now, Amanda, there many things we should discuss."

"Such as?" I raise an eyebrow.

He continues, "Have you ever considered that maybe you can't find your powers because your mind is so set against you having them?"

"My mind?" I say incredulously, "You think it's my mind that's stopping me from having powers?"

"You've been conditioned all your life that powers do not exist," he calmly states, "It's only natural for you to still have some doubts. In fact, you still do. I've seen them, in your head."

I mumble to myself, "Goddamn telepathy powers... Well, I kind of do. I believe powers exist, but I find it extremely hard to believe that I in particular do."

"Of course, all the tests that's been run, that seems to be the only sensible conclusion," he nods, "But maybe you should look at it like this. You have powers, they just haven't revealed themselves yet. Stop focusing on the negative, and remember to think on the positive. Can you try to do that?"

I think about it, "I can definitely try. I can't promise anything, though. I tend to worry about things I shouldn't."

"I'm aware," he says aloud, then in my head, "I can see every instance of it in your mind." Goddamn mutant telepathy!

I'm not sure what this is. Is this filler, is this plot, I'm not sure. Whatever it is, I hope it's entertaining! Don't forget to review!