Sunday

February 6, 2016

7:30 PM

Pepper Potts' Apartment

"Spiderman has been on the move tonight," Ned said, his voice grainy from the speaker of the phone. "Apparently he's stopped a robbery at the convenient store and prevent a mugging."

"I know Ned. I'm watching the same news feed as you." Morgan, while fascinated, wasn't nearly as enthralled by the adventures of Queens friendly neighborhood Spiderman. In a world filled with otherworldly phenomenon it wasn't nearly as captivating.

She still couldn't believe the guy wore such a terrible outfit though. It's was basically a onesie. She shuddered at the thought. It seemed to be a hoodie or some type sown into a pair of blue sweatpants. Obviously Spiderman was on a budget like the rest of them.

His webshooters were a different story. They didn't come out of him so that meant the were synthetic. He must have some mechanism on his wrists allowing the dispensing of the fluid. If she could get a good look at them she'd die a happy girl. Recreating them would be easy if she had the fluid. She needed to know the consistency and tensile strength to create a similar device. She has one already built sitting on her desk in the bedroom, but with no web fluid it just wasn't useful.

Morgan wanted to see if she could create something like Spiderman's webshooters and she was able to, easily. She didn't bother telling Peter or Ned. It didn't matter anyways. Speaking of...

"What's Peter doing. Suddenly too cool to three-way chat with us?" she says, a teasing lilt to her voice. It was odd to not have Peter on the phone with them. Whenever the three of them couldn't get together they would make a group call. Sometimes they worked on homework and other times Ned asks Peter and Morgan about their favorite Avenger or who would win against each other in a fight.

"He said May needed him to do something tonight."

"Doesn't she work late shifts?"

"Yep."

"Maybe Parker's got himself a secret girlfriend. I didn't think he'd be that embarrassed of us though. Then again there's you to deal with."

"Hey! I'm a wonderful, thank you very much. And I doubt that's the reason."

Morgan laughs. "Well I better finish this chemistry homework before my mom gets home. Talk to you later Ned." He bids her goodbye and she hangs the phone up. The old smartphone has a cracked screen. A parting gift from the many times she's dropped it.

Too bad Peter was busy, he was much better at chemistry than Morgan was. Though she could out engineer him any day of the week so it evened out. The two of them met through a robotics class for youths and they'd be friends ever since. It took a bit longer for her and Ned to settle into a comfortable friendship. He was great with computer, she was sure he could hack Stark Industries if he really wanted to.

Instead of doing her chemistry paper, Morgan found herself seated at the desk in her bedroom fiddling around with the wiring on a small, round device. The object resembled a watch. She didn't want it to be glaringly obvious that it was some heavily wired technology.

This was something new she started a few days ago. It's suppose to send out a pulse of sorts. She got the idea from watching news stories about gang beatings. It should send out a pulse to knock back anyone in a five to ten foot range. Iron Man had repulsers but they were more like beams of energy and that would be too dangerous to make here and not something she wanted to fall into someone's hands should she ever misplace the device. It also stemmed from looking up Spiderman.

She watched a Youtube video where Spiderman was ganged up on by five bank robbers and they'd gathered around to attempt to block him in. Their attempt failed but they still managed to hit him with a crowbar so it was something that would be useful for superheroes too.

A way to knock away enemies without causing serious damage.

Once she finished it she'd official call it a pulsar.

...

Monday

February 7, 2016

Queens, New York

Peter Parker's Apartment

"The three of you be good," May Parker said, hugging Peter before heading out the door. She had to work a mid-shift today so she won't be back until close to dark.

Ned turns to Peter. "Morgs and I were keeping up with Spiderman last night. Did you hear about it?" He's so excited. Morgan takes a seat on the edge of Peter's bed.

"Technically you called me up Leeds. I was perfectly content to not watch the news feed but your insisted on it," Morgan said. She knew it riled him up when she was so cavalier about this stuff.

"Please Potts, you were just as interested as I was."

Morgan cocks her head. "Yeah about those webshooters. Think he made them himself? I'd love to take a look at them. Gotta be some good engineering."

"I'm sure he did. No one knows who he is right?" Peter chimes in from his seat at the desk. "Surely if he had help they would've revealed his identity by now."

"Unless he has his own guy in the chair," Ned says excitedly in the middle of the floor. "You know like from the show Kim Possible. He must have someone like that who is such a loyal friend that he hide the secret."

"Or Spiderman doesn't trust anyone with his identity and therefore hasn't told anyone," Morgan points out, killing Ned's running imagination.

"So he's more like Superman then?"

"Probably. Who would want the media on their heels all the time? Better to be normal by day so your friends and family are safe and be a superhero by night. The Superman-Effect. That's mine, I claim it."

"How old do you think Spiderman is?" Ned presses on. He is really enamored by the spiderguy isn't he? Morgan leans back, thinking. "I'd say no older than college but no younger than high school."

"What makes you say that?" Peter asks, facing her.

"Have you heard the guy's voice? He sound pretty young and all the quirky comments? Guy's probably as big a nerd of the three of us. I heard he makes all kinds of jokes."

"Being a superhero would be... so awesome," Ned sighs fondly.

"It's probably not a glamorous as you might think. You'd always be in danger and like Morgan said, you'd always be worried about the safety of your friends and family. It'd probably be pretty stressful."

"Like Peter said, that's a hard pass from me," Morgan agrees.

"Aw man. You two are no fun."

Ned sits in the floor and Peter and Morgan join him. They had a reason for being here after all and they probably better get to it.

"So homework then nerd stuff?" she asks, grinning.

...

Queens, New York

8:00 PM

Morgan had left the Parker's place about fifteen minutes ago. She was on her way home but decided to stop off and get some food to take home. Pepper was working another late shift so it'd just be her tonight. She still had a ways to go to get to the subway but suddenly a hard shove send her tumbling back.

Pain explodes up her back and through her spine. Her head hits the concrete so hard that stars flash in her eyes. She inches back as she gathers her bearings. Opening her eyes she sees three men at the mouth of the alley, blocking her inside. Her heart hammers against her ribcage.

She fumbles for her phone but a metallic click freezes her. The man in the middle was holding a gun. Nothing to fancy so they were obviously not arms dealers or drug lords. Still a gun was bad.

"Don't do anything stupid little girl."

Morgan bristled. Little girl, she was almost fifteen years old. Hardly young enough to be considered little. Who the hell do they think they are?

"Little girl?" she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ""Really? That's the most clever thing you can come up with?" Her voice doesn't even shake which is impressive considering the rest of her body is.

"A smart-mouth aren't ya? Here's the deal girlie, give me that purse your holding and my guys and I will be on our way."

"Don't know why you want it, there's nothing in it. Plus if you think I'm letting you leave after doing this bullshit to me you must be dumber than you look."

Idiot! Her thoughts yelled. You don't insult a group of thugs with a gun!

Her mother always told her she was too damn brave for her own good and apparently she wasn't wrong. She sounded braver than she felt, staring down the barrel of a gun and shooting her mouth off. Was she going to die here? That would suck, this place smells like shit and she didn't pick a great outfit to wear.

"Y'know what kid, I think you need an attitude adjustment. There's a pretty easy way to break a girl," he says softly, looking her over. Horror creeps through her and her eyes go wide. He doesn't mean? Surely he's not really going to...?

This was bad. Very, very bad.

The man in the middle hands the gun off to the guy on his right and starts towards her. His hands going to the zipper of his pants. That's the moment the gravity of the situation fully sets in. She is completely alone in a dark alley with a man who's going to rape her.

She can't run because one of the others has a gun and the one on the left have some blunted weapon, maybe a baseball bat?

"You stay the hell away from me!" she shouts, loudly. Hoping beyond hope that someone, anyone will hear her. The possibility of that though was slim to none. Though the more noise you make the better chance she had. So she let out a high pitched scream that split the night.

Her thumb brushes against her jean skirt and that's when she feels it. The Pulsar she'd been working on. Today she took it to school to bust out the final kinks in the robotics lab. She hasn't tested it on a person but it did fine in her private testing. If she could just get to it...

Just as the man reaches out to grab her, he's suddenly throw back towards the two men by the mouth of the alley. Her scream dies in her throat as her attention focuses on a figure dressed in red and blue standing between her and the thugs. Spiderman, her mind supplies.

"Are you alright miss?" Spiderman asks, quickly glancing her over as though looking for any sort of injuries. Her voice still sore, she only nods. There's something familiar about him. He turns back to the thugs, the one back on his feet.

"This ain't none of your concern, Spiderdork," the man in the middle says, his tone gravelly. "The lady and I was just having a lovely little chat, isn't that right doll?"

"Sure, you can tell that to the police," Spiderman replies coolly, before he can shoot a web at them, the guy of the left fires the handgun. Spiderman seems to sense the danger before the gun fired as he suddenly there, pushing her down to the ground. The bullet strikes the brick building behind where she was standing.

Her fingers thrum with nerves. They nearly shot her. She blinks a few times to get her bearings but Spiderman has already gotten to his feet. He fires a web at the gun in the man's hand and yanks hard. Easily freeing it from the man's grasp.

Morgan stays close to the ground as she looks up to see Spiderman swing towards lefty, kicking him into the wall. The man on the right swing the baseball bat, striking the superhero. Lefty is on his feet again and Morgan sees the crow bar he'd leaned against the brick when middle man gave him the gun. Spiderman turns to face righty but lefty swings the crowbar into Spiderman's legs. Knocking them out from under him.

She can hear the metal against flesh and the hiss of pain Spiderman lets out. Morgan reaches into her pocket and pulls out the bracelet, putting it on, she presses the button on the side. The grooves in the metal illuminate a vibrant blue as it powers up.

Stumbling to her feet, the stars returning to her vision. Morgan runs forward into the scuffling men and Spiderman. They don't notice her coming.

"Get away from him!" she snarls, shoving lefty hard enough the he stumbles away from Spiderman's backside. Righty and middle man are still close to Spiderman, but that's fine.

She just needs to be beside him. The last time she wants is to hurt the one person here to help her. Spiderman looks over at her.

"What are you doing, you'll get hurt!"

Morgan smirks as lefty, righty, and middle man start towards them. "Don't you worry about me Spidey. I've got something up my sleeve." Before any of them can react, Morgan slams her wrist down against the ground.

A low whirring sound starts and then a pulse erupts from the device and sends the three men backwards. They hit the ground, hard. Not one of them move to get up.

Morgan rises to her feet, grinning smugly before turning to Spiderman. "Are you okay?"

"I should be the one asking you that," he says gingerly putting weight of the injured leg lefty hit with the crowbar. He hisses again.

"Hey I didn't get hit by a baseball bat and a crowbar so I'm feeling pretty good."

Spiderman webs the three men up so they won't get away when they come to. The two of them step out of the alley and the adrenaline pumping thorough her veins is finally easing up. The tension in her shoulders finally loosening.

Morgan notice the set of Spiderman's shoulders. He's about to leave but she can't let him go just yet. Turning, Morgan throws her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. It take a minute before his places his hands hesitantly on her back.

"Hey, it's okay. Everything's fine now."

Morgan pulls away. "I know. I just wanted to thank your for saving me. And as a thank you." she pulls the bracelet from her wrist and and tosses it his way. He catches it easily. "That is what I like to call a Pulsar. It protect the user and anyone within a certain range of said user. As you saw it has enough power to knock a nice handful of people back."

Spiderman shakes his masked face. "No way. I can't take this. You don't need to tank me really, it's what I do. Y'know, friendly neighborhood Spiderman and all."

Morgan crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. "No. You will take that and you will use it. Think of this as me paying my thanks forward. Plus it was always intended to help people out and what better way to do that then leaving in the capable hand of Spiderman? Plus I have the blueprint for it at home. I can make another one. Be grateful, you're the first person to every receive such valuable technology from Morgan International."

Spiderman laughs and that deja vu sensation comes back full force. "Alright, I can see arguing with you is a loosing battle. Thank you and get home safely."

Morgan waves at he shoots a web up towards a building. "Of course I will," she replies, watching as he swings away to help someone else.

A/N:

Well writing this chapter was much easier than last chapter, maybe I'm finally getting back into the swing of things. Still haven't re-watched that movie yet but at least there's google for references. I'm thinking this series may only be ten to fifteen chapters. I don't want to make it so long that I loose interest. Plus is supposed to be a simple story but if it goes over that's fine too.

Always, until next chapter!