Alright. I know that maybe the last few chapters haven't been as good as I wanted them to be (I don't really know how alot of you guys feel about the story so far.) Also there's a glitch and I don't know if you guys can see it, but when I put the story as incomplete, it marks complete and vice versa. Hopefully it'll be fixed soon. I also changed the story's name to A Spider's Mark because it sounded better and easier to remember. As always, enjoy.
Chateau Guillard
After a long boat ride, Peter and Widowmaker eventually got to her Chateau again. This time, they actually saw the damage that Talon had left after Stryker stabbed Peter.
Widowmaker didn't know what to say. She hated the fact she was ever in Talon and hated them even more than ever. They had trashed and almost destroyed her ancestral home. Peter saw the hate in her eyes and knew that she was right. It didn't matter how many bullshit speeches Doomfist or Stryker tried to give. He knew first hand what Stryker was capable of doing and now that he had freed a small part of the X-Men, he was ready to start this revolution.
"Let's start getting what we need and go. I don't want to stay here for too long." Widowmaker said. Peter heard a hint of hatred in her voice, but he just nodded as they both went to their rooms to get their stuff. All Peter needed was his laptop, but because he didn't have his armor bag with him he used his old laptop bag case. He also put on another jacket over his hoodie since it was snowing and he didn't want to make the same mistake when he was in Germany.
"Goodbye small room. I'll remember you like all rooms I stayed in before you, when I get tired." Peter said to himself as he left. He decided to go back down to the living room, which took the brunt of the attack, and wait for Widowmaker. He pulled out his phone and saw on his Dedsec app that Wrench had made a video, detailing what Talon was really up to and their deals with countless corrupt politicians and their deals with Vishkar. After the video ended, Peter saw that the Dedsec followers in Europe were already at 300,000.
"Ready to leave?" Widowmaker asked. Peter looked up from his phone and saw she put back her purple jumpsuit but had a brown overcoat and a scarf on. She was also holding the Talon logos that were on her outfit in her hand, ripped off.
"Guess even after all that's already happened, you still want to use that jumpsuit." Peter joked. He got a small smile from Widowmaker as they both walked back to the boat. When they got to the boat, Widowmaker threw the logos into the ocean and then sat next to Peter. He started the boat again and drove to the docks.
"So where are we going now?" Widowmaker asked. Peter didn't even know the answer to that because Wrench still didn't call or text him that they were at the warehouse and they also couldn't be out in the open too long.
"Well Wrench still isn't at the warehouse so we have some time to do something." Peter said.
"Like what?" Widowmaker asked. Peter sighed at that question. He didn't what to say.
"Well it's Christmas Eve and your the Paris native. I don't know anything here." Peter said. Widowmaker thought about it for a few seconds and came up with a idea.
"Buy the both of us coffee and I'll come up with something." Widowmaker said smiling.
"You got a deal." Peter said. They got to the docks and left the boat. Peter and Widowmaker walked to a nearby cafe and they both ordered coffee's. Once they got it, Widowmaker led Peter to what she had in mind.
Outskirts of France.
Wrench, Sydney and Sombra were still driving to the warehouse that Wrench bought. It was quiet expect for the occasional replay of the video Wrench had made. Ironically it was Wrench that kept play it over and over again.
"Wrench, we've heard it 10 times already. Can you please stop playing it?." Sombra was almost begging Wrench at this point.
"Fine. You don't appreciate me." Wrench said. Sombra rolled her eyes and laughed at his comment.
"So, how long we got till we're there?" Wrench asked. He was in the back of the van and made his way to the space between the driver's seat, which Sydney was in, and the passenger seat, where Sombra was in.
"Like I said two minutes ago you Fuckstick, we'll be there soon." Sydney said.
Wrench looked at her with his exclamation pointed eyes. "Is this the part where I'm supposed be destroyed by your words?" Wrench smiled under his mask and Sydney smiled too. The three of them kept driving until they heard a thump on the top of the van. They stopped and heard a British women's voice who was cursing herself out almost.
"Who is that?" Wrench whispered to the both of them.
"It's Tracer." Sombra said without whispering. She knew that Tracer was following them but she didn't expect her to wait until they got to France to make herself known. Sombra got out the car while Wrench and Sydney stayed in.
Sombra saw Tracer laying down on the top of the van, holding her head. She was wearing a hoodie, purple-ish pants and orange sneakers. She had a gask mask on her hip and her device was still on her chest.
"You could've asked for a ride if you wanted to tag along." Sombra said while smiling. Tracer rolled her eyes as she got off the top of the van.
"Yeah, because I definitely trust a member of Talon and some guy in a mask." Tracer said while trying to fix herself. Wrench leaned out the window of Sombra's seat and joined in the conversation.
"Well technically I'm a punk rock anarchist guy with a mask. And if you really want to get technical, she's a former member of Talon." Wrench said. Tracer looked over at Sombra to confirm it.
"That's right. And before you ask, yes your crush Widowmaker is also on our side." Sombra said. Tracer rolled her eyes again and looked over at Wrench.
"Ignore her. She already told me about the bad blood between you two and while yes she's on our side, I still don't trust her 100%. And Peter most definitely likes her." Wrench said.
"Look, I'll put aside the problems I have with her. Tony just asked me to make sure that Peter doesn't do something stupid." Tracer said. She was usually more energetic and happy, but much to her dismay she had to work with two former Talon members, two anarchists, and the one guy that was in the middle holding everything together. Peter Parker.
"Well if you're here to help, get in the van. We're driving to our new base." Sombra said as they walked to the back of the van. She opened the back door and held it open for Tracer as she got in.
"Sorry mum that I went against everything you told me right now." Tracer thought to herself. Sombra got in after her and they started to drive again to France.
The Eiffel Tower.
Peter was a bit nervous when Widowmaker said she would find somewhere to go, but when they got to the place she was talking about he was amazed. The almost top of the Eiffel tower. Peter wasn't afraid of heights even though his powers were gone, so this was amazing to him. The very top of the Eiffel tower had a small lounge area where people could relax and buy some souvenirs. They had past that and were leaning against the railing outside.
"What do you think?" Widowmaker asked. This was probably the first time since her reconditioning weared off that she actually had fun. Well not fun, more like a good time besides needing to kill people just to feel alive. When she was with Peter, she felt like how she used to be with Gérard. In a way, it scared her a bit.
"Honestly, it's beautiful. I've only seen pictures of my parents by the Eiffel tower. Actually being here is...weird in a way." Peter said. He wished he could've spent more time with his parents but they were always working. The last time he actually talked to thrm was the same night they died in that plane crash that took them from Peter. Even that memory was starting to fade away from Peter's memories.
"Do your parents know you're out of state?" Widowmaker asked. She noticed that Peter was looking down, over the railing after she asked that question.
"They're...They're dead. Have been since I was a kid." Peter said giving Widowmaker a weak smile.
"Peter...I'm so sorry. I-"
"It's alright, you didn't know. Honestly I don't even remember as much as I used to." Peter said. He didn't want to keep talking about them and he also didn't want Widowmaker to feel bad so he changed to a subject he didn't think was bad until he said it out loud. The time he got stabbed.
"Hey Widow. When we were back in your house when Stryker was there, what did you say to me while I was hostage?" Peter asked. He didn't know what her response was going to be, especially since the reaction he got from her when she found out he wasn't dead.
Widowmaker looked at Peter like he was crazy. Mostly because she didn't want to translate what she said. "I said that I wish it could've turned out another way." She was beating around the bush for a reason. She knew that Peter was asking about what she said in French but she didn't want to tell him.
"No, I mean what you said in French." Peter said. They were still leaning against the railing as they saw a Christmas tree under the Eiffel tower get litten up. It was about as big a tree as he's seen in New York.
"I said Mon amour." Widowmaker said. Peter was smiling at her. She was thinking if she really wanted to go through with what the back of her head is telling her.
"Widow I don't speak French. What does that even me-" Peter started talking facing away from Widowmaker and when he turned towards her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was a quick kiss on the lips but it was more than enough for Peter to forget what he was saying. Widowmaker unwrapped her arms and stared into Peter's eyes.
"It means my love." Widowmaker said. She could tell that Peter was still processing the kiss because he looked confused.
"I..um how long have you been feeling this way towards me?" Peter asked. They were face to face, holding each other's hands.
"Since Japan." Widowmaker said. She started to feel like this was a mistake. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." She tried to walk away but Peter just hugged her before she could turn away from him.
"If you wanted kiss me, you didn't have to wait until we were under a mistletoe." Peter quipped. Widowmaker smiled as they looked each other in the eyes again. Peter was only a inch taller than Widowmaker so it made them kissing each other easier. While they were kissing for a second time, they heard a robotic french voice behind them.
"Excusez-moi, but Parker and LaCroix?" Both of them froze and stopped kissing when they heard their last names. They turned around to see Maximilien with his suit and tie but no guards or backup.
"We need to talk." Maximilien said as he pointed his hand towards the lounge area of the Eiffel tower. Peter and Widowmaker both knew that Max wasn't a fighter, so something was wrong. And the fact was, Max's life was on the line.
Well we finally did it. Peter/Widowmaker is now official. I don't know about how I wrote the actual kissing scene because I finished this chapter at 1am so I'm extremely tired. But after this chapter is another chapter for past life and a new story featuring Harry Osborn as the main character. Until next time.
