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Kamala Khan, formerly Ms. Marvel, jumped across another roof, barely missing an arrow aimed at her leg. She looked back as the tip of the arrow struck the tiles of the roof, a few shingles falling off in the process and tumbling down into the bustling streets of New York. Now if that arrow had hit her? Kamala didn’t want to think about the pain she would have to use her healing factor for. Not to mention the energy that she just did not have. Running from your heroes was tiring work after all. 

"Ms. Marvel! Stop!" Captain Marvel commanded, the blonde heroine quickly gaining on the polymorph lacking any super speed besides elongating her legs to cover more ground or quick stretches to gain ground. But that meant nothing to someone who could fly and especially of Carol’s range and prowess. So, Kamala was going to have to play a little dirty. Which meant using something she swiped from Iron Man. 

Boy, was she about to be mad. There were perks of being a fangirl. One being that you knew a lot about what you fangirled over. Hers were superheroes and anything involving such. Especially Captain Marvel, so she knew that the heroine could absorb energy—but not all energy. For some reason, it seemed that some energy would actually, instead of boost Captain Marvel, weaken her by backfiring on her absorption ability and causing her momentarily immobility and pain. 

Like a mini charged arc reactor energy build up. How did she make this? Well, she didn't. Iron Man did and she just took it the reactor when she saw it and saved it for later basically stealing from him. Why you ask? Well, she was framed for things she would never do and now is being hunted down by the very people she used to call teammates. She had to hurt them. They would live and so would she. The only difference? She was the villain. They were still the heroes. 

Kamala wondered what could have led up to this whole giant mess . . . oh, yeah.

THE CELLAR

AFTER STOPPING REGENT

Ms. Marvel walked up to Spider-Man who was looking downcast as much as he was soaked. She didn’t entirely know why she was doing this. She was still mad with him, of course. He had called them his sidekicks and left them to do clean up! Not to mention he also rode Iron Man like a surf board, went toe-to-toe with Widow, kicked her butt, and just flat out insulted them while hurting them in the process to stop MODOC! She wasn’t going to let that slide easy but . . . how he had been acting recently really pushed her to figure out what was going inside the webhead’s brain. Something was clearly off.

"Hey," she greeted in a partially friendly partially strict voice, something Widow had helped her learn and tweak when working on her spy skills for missions. 

Spider-Man looked towards her, his lenses on his mask widening almost comically. Under different circumstances, Kamala would have laughed at how unusually big they always grew to react with Peter’s own eyes behind the mask. Which is why, though the reaction caused her amusement, she was doing this. She expected a scowl from the Spider-Man she had most recently tussled with, not the sweet boy from Bilderberg.

"Hey, Ms. M. Um, are you okay? I didn’t know if the whole black hole thingy space pocket dimension might have effect on supers or anyone in general really so . . . are you okay?" Peter stuttered out, scratching the back of his neck. Kamala kept her face even as she frowned on the inside. 

"Yeah, I'm good," Ms. Marvel assured, letting the conversation trail off a little. She looked out over the settling waters, trying to figure out how to bring the conversation up to the point she wanted it to be at. The conversation to the point to ask hey, why have you been so nice and your usual goof ball of a self when I remember you a few days ago calling us your puppets and sidekicks and whatnot? 

"Look, I know I have a lot of explaining to do. And I know you are probably really really ticked off at me but, that's fine. I deserve it probably and if you want an explanation meet me at the café down that street? Tomorrow? Uh, Saturday? Tomorrow on Saturday?" Spider-Man rambled. The polymorph smiled and nodded, calming Peter down a hair. But really, was cheering on the inside at getting some answers. Those seemed to be becoming less and less these days. 

"Thank you. I'm so sorry. Gosh, I didn't think mind swapping would mess my life up so much. Then again—"

Kamala snapped her gaze up to his, her mouth dropped open in shock as the words hit her ears and then processed in her brain. MIND SWAPPING? What did he mean mind swapping?! When did that happen and why didn’t Tony check for that! 

"What?" She asked sternly, staring hard at the boy and making him gulp audibly in fear. Peter took a step back and made a gesture with his hands. Oh no, there is no walking out on this one, Spidey, Kamala thought as she took a step forward and raised an embiggened fist showing she would gladly use it if need be. Peter paused and stopped moving, nervous chuckling bubbling out of him.

"Well, you see, I—Ock, actually—swapped minds with me and so that's why I might've seemed or acted differently lately which is also why—"

"It was supposed to be aliens!" Kamala blurted, absolutely confused and furious. The young Avenger had given the suggestion of Peter being replaced with an alien like clone—cue in Skrulls—and that they should check to make sure it was really Peter. But then Tony scanned him and said that it was Spider-Man, a hundred percent, and that left Kamala with only one other option. Her friend had turned into a complete jerk. But she was still believing of her alien theory. Meanwhile, Peter looked at her and blinked in confusion. 

"Aliens?" He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity and amusement. Ugh, Kamala could already hear the cocky grin in his voice. 

"Yes!" Kamala shouted, glaring at him. When did mind swapping become a thing anyway? It was usually always aliens! Aliens, mind control, or clones. Those were the first three you always checked for! Then, you checked for other stuff that was out of the blue or not normally used like brain wiping and mind swapping. And didn’t Tony say he checked Spider-Man for mind manipulation or any sort of trick pertaining to the mind? Why hadn’t he seen Ock in there or the fact that his brainwaves might have been different? 

Peter chuckled. "So are we . . . good?" 

"We're good," Kamala agreed after she calmed down, giving the web slinger a thumbs up. She smiled at her best friend and they fist bumped—classic friendship mending protocol. The two laughed and Kamala grinned, glad to have a friend back and for everything to feel relatively normal again in this crazy lifestyle called super heroing. It had been a hectic few weeks and knowing Spidey was still Spidey and not some jerk was a relief welcomed. Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man parted ways and exchanged words as the heroine regathered with the other Avengers. 

"Ms. Marvel, there you are. We were about to send out a search party!" Iron Man said, walking to the young hero who looked confused by such a statement. The inventor tossed an arm around the girl and led her to the others with a grin, not saying anything more when Kamala asked why. 

“Okay, why were you about to send a search party for me? What’s going on?" She repeated her questions as the team loaded onto the Avenjet. Tony glanced back at Captain America who nodded, looking to Widow. Ms. Marvel crossed her arms as she waited for the team to make up their minds on who was going to talk. It ended up being Black Widow. 

"We have a mission we need to start on that requires some sneaking from you in particular," Black Widow informed, face neutral and serious like most times when speaking about business like this or anything else, really.  

"What mission?" Kamala asked, a pit forming in her stomach for some reason she could not explain. It was like her body knew this was bad and her mind was behind on it.  

"We need you to capture Spider-Man," Captain America told her, leaning forward in his seat. He intertwined his finger together and placed them on his lap as he waited for an answer or reaction from the younger of the group. Well he got a reaction. Shock. 

Ms. Marvel's eyes widened in surprise and slight want to be unbelieving of the situation. The Avengers wanted her to capture her best friend? Who was mind swapped when he was a complete jerk and was actually a mind stealing super villain who wanted to hijack her friend’s body for some obscure reason? Crud. 

Peter hummed as he got ready to meet Kamala, making sure he was dressed well and didn’t look like he had just rolled out of bed like he did most days of the week. Not that it was a date or anything but, a nice friendly meet cute—ah, meeting. Of friends. Just two friends hanging out and reconnecting after one of the two got mind-jacked by a former villain who was trying to rehabilitate and become a drive for good in the world. Peter sighed and shook his head. He really needed to get more sleep and not jumble up his words in his own mind. He wore his blue jeans, a nice non-stinky shirt, and hoodie. Perfect. 

“Aunt May! I'm going to meet up with a friend for lunch!” Peter called, heading for the door. 

“Alright! Just be back in time for dinner!” His aunt called back, waving him off and giving him a kiss to the cheek. Peter promised he would be back for dinner and headed out the door, walking in the direction of the cafe. He hummed a little tune and waved to the hotdog vendor—a kind old man—and took out his phone to text Kamala that he was almost there. After sending a quick text, Peter quickened his stride and actually felt better than he had in the past few days. 

He walked into the cafe where he and Kamala usually met up if they did not go to their usual spot at the smoothie stop. This one was more of a inconspicuous place over the naturally busy and packed hang out. The bell to the door jingling as he pushed the glass door opened and looked inside. Walking in, Peter saw a girl in a red beanie and army green bomber jacket typing away on her phone. He walked over to her smiling, covering her eyes with his hands. 

"Hello, I'm looking for my friend. Have you seen her? Name's Kamala. Long brown hair. Obsessive fangirl. Like CRAZY obsessed with the Avengers," Peter prattled on, barely containing his laughter as it slipped in between words. The girl turned around showing the face of one unamused Kamala Khan. She raised her eyebrow at him in half annoyance. 

"Har Har. Very funny. Now I see why you asked what I was wearing to ‘make sure you didn’t not confuse me with someone else,’” Kamala grumbled as she rolled her eyes. Though a smirk crossed over her face as a thought came to her. “At least you're getting better at your jokes," Kamala shot back teasingly as the boy sat next to her. Peter put a hand over his heart and feigned to be hurt by the comment. 

"Ouch. That hurt. And my jokes are hilarious thank you very much. Ask anybody!" 

"Uh huh. So, we taking things to go and going somewhere more private or . . .," the girl trailed off, scanning the small cafe. She usually avoided talking about her super life around civilians lest they hear her or someone passes by and picks up their conversation and then she wakes up the next day to headlines pouring out her secret for everyone to read. She couldn’t have that. (And not just because Abu would absolutely be furious knowing about Ms. Marvel and that his precious beta was doing something so dangerous.)

"Probably for the best. Good thing I know an unoccupied park nearby," Peter smiled, getting up. Kamala followed suit and they walked out of the cafe. Neither seeing the pair of watchful eyes on them as they left the building. 

The pair reached the park pretty soon with food and drinks in tow. Kamala had barely said a word though through the whole walk there which concerned Peter. The boy, without much thinking behind it, placed a hand on her shoulder gently, surprising himself.

"You okay?" he asked.

Kamala looked away and chuckled "Yeah. Fine. Just . . . Peter, I-I need to tell you something. It's for your own safety and . . .," She lost her voice towards the end, fighting to figure out the right words to tell Peter about her new mission. But there were not any right words. So, blunt honesty seemed to be the only option for her now.  

Peter tilted his head. His own safety? What was this about? Now, he was confused more than ever. More confused then when he woke up in the Neural Cortex as a blue hologram. He knew he was in danger half the time he was Spider-Man but, that was it. Right? Nothing else was a danger to him besides the villains he fought and poor grades. 

"The Avengers want me to capture you," Kamala whispered, lowering her head to avoid seeing the angry look she knew would be there.

She stayed silent for a moment to let him to digest what she had just info dumped on him. Peter blinked hard for a few moments. He wasn't sure he had heard Kamala correctly until she said nothing more. He wasn’t mad at Kamala for this though. Of course he wasn't. But why would the Avengers want him? Why would they want Kamala especially to capture him? Unless . . . . 

"I'm sorry," Kamala said, finally meeting his eyes. They were shining with unshed tears and gosh must she have felt guilty because the look she gave him broke Peter’s heart more than that sad cat poster in the office of the principal at Midtown. "I-I don't know why they didn't listen,"

"Didn't listen? What do you mean?" Peter asked, rubbing soothing circles on her back, again surprising himself. Normally, he would be hesitant but Kamala had looked so upset and conflicted he knew she probably just needed a friend. He just wanted her to feel better. 

"They said they wanted me to get close to you. Then, call them when we were alone to make things easier so civilians wouldn’t get hurt and you would be overwhelmed force wise. They arrest you blah blah blah. But, I told them that you weren't yourself when you were being a jerk—that someone had mind jacked you. That we should go and talk to you. But they thought I was making a theory over saying the truth instead. They said ‘No, he is a threat we understand he used to be your friend but he is a risk to the safety of civilians now’ and all that junk," the young girl explained in one breath.

Wait. Threat to civilians? Him? His whole thing was being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! He couldn’t be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if he was a threat to civilians! 

"Why do they think I'm a threat?" Peter squeaked out, nervous now and looking around the park in a slight state of paranoia. Kamala shrugged, looking around herself. 

"I don't honestly know. I mean, you said Ock swapped minds with you? I guess our encounter with him was enough to make the Avengers think you were on a power trip to nowhere good," Kamala guessed.  

Peter groaned and scrunched his face up in frustration. Him and Otto were going to have a looooooong conversation when he decided to go to the Spider’s Nest. And more so, where was this when Miles was giving him a rundown of the situation!? 

"What the heck!" he demanded to no in particular. "What the heck?" 

Kamala looked at him sadly. "Well, I don't know if I can eat after all that. Patrol?" she offered. Peter nodded. They both needed to take their minds off this entire thing. If only for a night. 

They found places to change into their costumes and met on a rooftop. Soon they were swinging and stretching across rooftops and stopping crime. Peter noticed something too as the duo was stopping a robbery. How Ms. Marvel seemed more energetic now. Helping people. Maybe this is what they needed to show of themselves to the Avengers. Peter webbed up the last criminal and swung up to a roof, Ms. Marvel right behind him. 

"Okay, so I have an idea," he started.

Ms. Marvel shot him a raised eyebrow and a slight frown. Peter chuckled nervously. Why did she make him so nervous? He hadn’t even said the plan and he was already regretting it! 

"Oh no. You have an idea?" she asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. 

"Hey! My idea's are good! Some of them anyway," he defended himself only to realize she was teasing and then go red with embarrassment. 

"Alright. Let's here the classic Spidey idea that puts himself in peril," Kamala teased, smiling.

Peter rolled his eyes under the mask but there was a smile on his face nonetheless. It was good to have his friend back.  

"What we just did down there? Helping people? What if we do it in front of the Avengers? That way they talk it out because I am not like Ock and then come to me asking what’s going on. So, they will wonder why the change? And I will say—" Peter proposed. 

“No jokes and just exactly what happened,” Kamala butted in with a deadpanned expression. 

“Doctor Octopus swapped minds with me using a neural cortex,” Peter finished less enthusiastically than before. 

"That could work. We would need to make sure the news covers us and maybe then be seen going in one direction or I just call the Avengers," Kamala agreed. 

"The Daily Bugle?" Peter suggested.

He didn't think J. Jonah Jameson could actually like him. Well, Jameson didn't like him. He liked superior Spider-Man who was ruthless and always taking power into his hands to stop criminals by any means necessary. Who was also Ock so, not him and not really Spider-Man but rather Ock? Peter blinked in confusion at his own logic. Note to self: get more sleep. 

"I mean, sure, if you want to. But any will do, I think," Kamala mused, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. 

"Alright, we can do this!" Peter cheered, punching the air triumphantly with his fists. 

Kamala laughed. "Yeah, we can actually do this!"

They hugged each other in their excitement at having a plan to prove Peter’s innocence. Then realized they were hugging each other and awkwardly separated, looking anywhere but the other. Both of them turned into a slightly blushing and chuckling mess. 

"So, tomorrow we meet up at your house and plan out finer details?" Kamala asked after a couple beats of silence.

"Yeah! Sounds great!" Peter agreed. The two then parted ways to their homes not knowing they were being watched from the shadows. 

"Looks like Ms. Marvel is doing well, Cap. She's going to Spider-Man's house tomorrow," Black Widow reported, lowering her binoculars from her eyes. 

"Copy that, Widow. Follow them tomorrow and make sure Ms. Marvel can handle this. If not, step in and help her," Captain America ordered with a tone of authority. But Natasha heard the worry in his voice clear enough, the old timer was worried about their youngest charge going out on her own solo mission after the whole Bilderberg disaster.  

"Understood."

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Kamala woke up the next day and got ready with newfound determination inside of her. After all, you kind of felt confident once you had a plan to follow. She was going to go to Peter's house to help him finalize things for their plan to make sure it was flawless. The polymorph had texted him last night with an operation name and everything, leaving her smiling and shaking her head at the boy’s excitement. Then again, Peter could make practically anything a joke. Though he didn’t pick too bad of a name.  

Operation: Spider-Save. 

Peter had then sent a multitude of hearts that did NOT make Kamala confuse and wonder what they meant. Nope, not at all. She just may have spent a little chunk of the night wondering why Spidey loved the name that much. It was a lot of hearts, okay? Kamala, now Ms. Marvel, stretched her way to Peter's house after telling her Ammi goodbye. Once she was near the area, she dropped down to quickly find an area to change into her civilian clothes. After changing, Kamala walked out onto the sidewalk and pulled out her phone. She squinted against the light, using a hand to make enough shade to see her phone’s screen. 

Hey, near your house! This is the area, right? 

Kamala then sent a picture of the row of houses she was coming up on. The Avenger then quickly sent the photo along after her message. A few moments passed before Peter responded, the chime for messages drawing Kamala’s attention. 

Peter: Great! Yeah, that’s the right area. I'll see you at the door!

Kamala smiled to herself and walked closer to the house, noting the blooming rose bushes from how far she was. She guessed his aunt was a gardener? Even if she wasn’t, they were still beautiful. Especially if she could pick them out from the distance she was at. Kamala moved to walk up to the house, a shiver going down her back and making her stop suddenly. It felt as if someone was watching her. Luckily, the polymorph had enough training to know what to do in this situation.

She quickly detoured from Peter's house, taking a different street. Kamala noted the being watched feeling did not go away either. Casually, the young hero changed directions and pulled her phone out again, shooting a quick text to Peter. No need to have him worrying over nothing when she could handle it.  

Pete, give me a few mins. Feels like someone's watching me.

Peter: Are you in danger? Do you need help?

I'm not sure yet. I'll text if I do. Thx.

Kamala walked down an alleyway that split off in two directions, darting her gaze above her head for a moment. Nothing. Maybe her impromptu stalker was in the shadows? If so, Ms. Marvel might need to make an appearance to handle this. The Inhuman decided to take a left and came up on a dead end instead. She huffed in frustration. This was not ideal for a fight, but she could manage. Right? The teenager turned back around, preparing to walk when something caught her eye. It was just a flash of something—metal, probably. But it was the shape of the metal that caught her eye. Someone was definitely following her. One person she knew. She also knew that the flash was on purpose now.  

“Come out. I know you're there,” Kamala shouted upwards, staring at the patch of shadows she had seen the glint come from.

A heavy silence filled the alleyway before movement was heard, but barely. Then, from the darkness that concealed her, a dark figure dropped from somewhere above and landed in front of Kamala silently. The Black Widow, clad in her black and red suit, stood to her full height in front of her youngest teammate. Natasha tilted her head, looking as if in deep thought though her face was relaxed and easy. 

“So, you were listening to everything I said about spy work,” Black Widow commented with a raised eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She still remembered when Kamala would ‘accidentally’ get distracted and then start typing away on her phone when the others tried to give her lessons. Though it seemed that might not have been the case? 

Kamala rolled her eyes at the slight tease, still a bit peeved that she had been given a babysitter for the mission. Again. After all, this was not the first time and Kamala highly doubted it would be the last. She could probably guess this was all due to her still being a newbie, though.  

“Yes, I was paying attention, Nat. Now can you tell me why you're stalking me around New York in broad daylight?” Kamala asked, annoyance filling the Inhuman’s voice. She huffed as she waited for an answer though soon felt her eyes widen as Widow’s face became softer. The spy gave her a look of pity, her eyes showing a hint of sympathy. Oh no, not that look! Kamala hated that look! Whenever Widow gave her that look it meant—

“I'm supposed to, little one,” Natasha said in Russian, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kamala frowned, knowing Nat was playing the sympathy card with her. She always did this when she knew Kamala was about to be upset with something. Like sending one of the others with her to ‘supervise’ the mission. (Kamala knew that they were just worried about her and it was sweet, but she could handle herself fine!) Guess it was Nat’s turn after I chewed out Hawkeye. Lovely. The red head had also been giving Kamala lessons in Russian for missions when they went on where Hydra was involved. Kamala had been catching on pretty well if she did say so herself. She couldn't speak it well though, only snips and phrases. But the essential ones, of course. 

"You don’t have to, you know. I can handle myself," Kamala replied back in the same language, giving her teammate a stern look. Though she doubt it had much effect on a woman like the Black Widow (spoiler: it did not). Natasha chuckled and shook her head fondly at the teen. The kid really was too much like Steve sometimes. Natasha walked closer and hugged Kamala, who was a bit shocked by the initial contact from the woman. Black Widow did not normally give hugs and even rarely so gave them out to people at random times. 

“I know you think you can do everything by yourself, but it is okay to accept help,” Widow whispered, switching back to English and ending the embrace. That was one thing she was going to make sure to drill into Kamala’s mind. She was still a rookie and needed to know she could come to them for help. Too many times did Nat nearly get herself killed because of her stubbornness to accepting help. She was not about to let Kamala make the same mistakes she did. 

Kamala sighed at this and nodded reluctantly. She was used to the Avengers being like this. Babyish and a bit overprotective when it came to her. At first, it was kind of sweet and her nerdy fangirl self couldn’t believe it. Now though, after training and getting better, she wanted the news casts to stop comparing her to her teammates and calling her the ‘baby’ of the group. It really didn’t help that the Avengers took to it a bit too much on that side. They didn't normally listen to her either, her plans or ideas that is. She was to follow orders and that's all. 

It was for her safety, apparently. 

“Just warn me next time that you're going to be my shadow, okay?” Kamala asked, squinting up at the SHIELD agent.

The spy smirked and disappeared back into the shadows with a single nod. Kamala let out a breath and then turned to the exit of the the dead end. Now she really had to hurry back to Peter’s house. It had already been, what? Ten minutes? The teen made her way back to the sidewalk that led to Peter's house, turning her walk to a light jog. Once she made it, Kamala ranged the doorbell and took a step back to wait. Silence. Weird, maybe he’s ion his room and can’t hear me? Yeah, that must be it. I’ll just text him. Just as Kamala got her phone out, the door flew open and someone yanked her inside. 

“What the—?” Kamala exclaimed, about to swing when a familiar voice reached her ears. She let out a sigh of relief and unclenched her fist, relaxing her posture. She then glared at the boy in front of her. What was he thinking?! Then again, maybe he wasn’t thinking. The boy was clueless sometimes. 

Regardless of all that, Peter had been the one who had pulled her inside the house. Only now he was looking out the door's peephole and locking the door with extra care. Kamala blinked at the odd behavior and felt a growing concern for the boy. Was he okay? Did something happen within the time she was talking to Nat? nothing too bad could have happened, right? However, their lives were never easy with their hobbies. 

“Peter?” Kamala asked slowly, concerned that her friend might be in danger or need of help. She also had no idea why the boy could be so paranoid. Or that he was capable of being paranoid at all. Peter turned around with a look of relief on his face, slumping against the wall slightly, still tense. 

“You said someone was watching you, right?” Peter asked, glancing at the peephole again. Kamala nodded, chuckling slightly at realizing why Peter was so paranoid all of sudden.

“Yeah, it was just—” The Inhuman started only to cut herself off suddenly before saying Black Widow. Kamala paused to wince at how close she had come to screwing up. She had remembered that she was supposed to be on a ‘mission’ for the Avengers and was not just talking to Peter. She had to keep that act up lest Tony hack into the security cameras or her comm and hear what she said. He wouldn’t do that though, right? Well, he could under Cap’s orders for the sake of the mission. Which was to capture Peter. Spider-Man. Her friend. She wasn't doing that, of course, but Nat might be watching still. Or the others, too. 

“Nothing, false alarm,” The Avenger finished abruptly, forcing out a chuckle. Peter tilted his head to the side, blinking at her for a moment like a deer caught in headlights.

“If you say so. Well, let's get started then shall we? Operation Spider-Save is a go!” Peter cheered, pumping a fist into the air only to start dancing. Kamala watched with wide eyes, barely concealing her laughter behind her hand. She then gave up on trying to hide out altogether and burst out laughing, confusing the fellow brunette who was still dancing. he asked what was so funny and Kamala had to take a few seconds to gather herself.

“Peter, never do that again!” Kamala laughed, shaking her head. Peter pouted at her and huffed, grumbling that Miles was never going to let him live this down.  

Kamala sat back on her heels and looked at their handiwork spread out before them. They had finalized a plan fully and now had a course of action. It was a good one too, solid and decent enough to work well. Peter came over and nodded at the map laid in front of them. They had been highlighting and scribbling notes on it about key points in the building like exits or possible ambushes. Peter then stood up and started pacing back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back. Kamala raised an eyebrow at this, but kept silent otherwise.                                                                    

“Okay let's go over the plan again. We start with fixing what Ock did to completely mess up my life as a superhero. From what I've gotten from Miles, I have been going overboard and that apparently got me good points with J. Jonah somehow. So, we need criminals to stop, but not in the extreme way Ock did.”

“Like bank robbers and purse snatchers,” Kamala added on, nodding along to the plan. “That way we can build your reputation back up from when Ock was in control and went on a crime punching spree!”  

“Exactly! But, how do we deal with the Avengers? I mean, you could always try the direct approach, but you said you already did that. They won't believe anything I say either since Ock made such a lovely conversationalist. Also because I'm a threat and all now too,” Peter laminated, looking down at the ground in defeat.  

Kamala stood up and walked over to Peter, gaining his attention. She then placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. “Hey, we'll figure something out. Pretty sure I can convince them to listen to you for a while so you can explain yourself. Don’t stress it, okay?” 

Peter looked at her and smiled gratefully, glad to have at least someone in his corner not out to get him. He had already had enough of the mean looks from Gwen and Anya and did not need anymore of those anytime soon. Not to mention that Miles was in too tough a spot to even attempt to help him. So, to reiterate his point, Peter was very thankful for Kamala. 

“Thanks. For everything,” he said softly, giving her a small smile of gratitude.

“Always,” Kamala said back, returning the smile. 

Little did the pair know, a figure had been watching them the whole time, recording their conversation and taking mental notes of it. The figure then closed off a screen in the security room at Avengers Tower, leaving the room in the pitch dark they had entered it as. The mysterious figure then connected a wire to the computer and started a download. It loaded the conversation to a hard drive, storing the conversation for their purpose. Then, they grabbed the hard drive with an evil grin and left. Not a single trace of them left behind in the process. 

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Peter was doing a late night patrol, swinging around the more sparse parts of New York, when he saw someone walking towards an abandoned alleyway. The costumed teen frowned at the sight and swung up to crouch on a nearby building. People don't usually walk in abandoned alleys for no reason. Though Peter would not be surprised if that was a new normal for the City That Never Sleeps. But it would be better to check the situation out, just to make sure. After all, when did his Parker luck ever cut him a break? HA! 

Spider-Man followed the hooded guy all the way to an unmarked warehouse by the waterfront. Why was it always unmarked warehouses that he found sketchy dealings in? Well, to be fair, this might be his third sketchy warehouse, but still! Okay . . . this is definitely going on the weird scale for late night patrolling, Peter thought. Silently, he crawled along the ceiling, making sure to stay in the shadows so he wasn't seen. After a long moment, the figure took off their coat and hat and hood (now, Spidey thought that was a bit excessive to save your identity. Masks worked just fine, look at him!) only to put them up on a small table.

Spider-Man crawled closer so he could get a good look at the man’s face. He attached a web and slowly lowered himself down some more to reveal . . . a purple guy in green clothes. Wait, what? Sorry . . . what? Peter squinted at the (maybe alien in disguise) man. Was he delusional, was this delusional talking? Was this his breaking point? Had he finally snapped from Jameson’s constant berating of him? Oh, man— Lights suddenly flashed on in the warehouse, removing many of the shadows Spidey had used as cover. This caused the spider themed hero to quickly back into a corner of the ceiling to stay hidden. But, he could also see much better now without having to get close.

So . . . a technical win-win!  

The webslinger looked around the warehouse, using his lenses to scan and highlight stuff. Peter hummed unhappily as the scans proved what he could tell with his own eyes. High class tech was being kept and stored here, no doubt illegally too. It looked alien with all the weird lights and sleek model designs. Peter stroked his imaginary beard, his lenses narrowing. So, alien high tech was being kept in an abandoned warehouse by a purple dude dressed in green in New York? Peter shrugged. Eh, that was probably normal for New Yorkers by now. However, it was his job to clean up the ‘normal’ of New York.  

A crash sounded, drawing Spider-Man’s attention way from his own thoughts and to his new purple foe. The purple colored man started messing with something, frustrated noises drifting around the warehouse as he struggled to get it to work. Upon further inspection, Peter found it was a projector of sorts. The alien tapped a button on the projector and it activated, a beam of light emitting from it’s focus lens. The light then spread out into a screen to show the giant form of . . . someone. Call it a hunch, but Peter was going to rely heavily on context clues and say the guy was purple too. 

The boy then pulled out his phone and started recording, knowing that it was probably for the best that he got this to Kamala. She could then show it to the Avengers and see if this was one of the aliens they had fought that Kamala ranted about so much. Sometimes, Peter thought Kamala might be a little too obsessed with the topic. Regardless, the brunette kept his phone steady to capture everything. After all, he could use the hard core evidence with the way his life was going right now. 

“My ruler, I have acquired a place for our supplies on Earth,” the purple dude spoke to the projector, bowing to the screen. Spidey nodded his head to himself, eavesdropping on the conversation. Definitely aliens. Oh, Ms. Marvel was going to be so upset hearing this!  

“Good. Very good,” the person on the other end spoke, his voice deep and echoing, “And how go our plans with the Avengers? How is our little spy doing, hm?” 

“Our spy within the Avengers is doing well. He says he is making progress,” the purple man reported, leaving Spider-Man shocked from his place on the ceiling. The huge guy on the image hummed, mumbling something under his breath that Peter couldn’t quite catch. Then, as quickly as it all had started, the projector blinked out along with the man. Though the conversation may have been short, it had left a rather dreadful feeling forming in the Spider’s stomach.  

A spy in the Avengers? Peter wondered. Now he had to get this to Ms. Marvel—and fast. But who on the Avengers would be a spy? Betray their own like that? The purple dude had mentioned it was a him. So that meant . . . literally a majority of the Avengers could be the spy then. However, that also meant Ms. Marvel was in danger! Oh, and Black Widow too, of course. Heh. He had to warn her about this. She could find the mole with Black Widow and stop this scheme before it even started. 

Spider-Man stopped recording, making sure it saved before exiting out of the camera. He glanced down to make sure the purple dude was not up to anything before turning his attention back to his phone. He tapped an app and opened up his messages, making sure to mark this location in mind to show Ms. M and the gang later.  

You’re in danger! 

Ms. Marvel ♡: Um, how? 

I probably shouldn't say over text, but I saw something. Something bad for the As at school. Including you. 

Ms. Marvel ♡: Got you. But, I'm on a field trip with the As now. 

MO!

Ms. Marvel ♡: MO?

I meant NO! That's bad! I'm coming to tell you don't worry! 

Peter exited the messages, looking around the warehouse. Right. Get to Ms. Marvel, tell her everything, help stop the mole. Simple! Peter turned off his phone, putting it back safely away in its concealed pocket for when he was kicking crime’s butt around New York. For all he knew, the spy could have much more lethal intentions than just getting information from the tower’s servers or something like that. Peter would NOT let them do that. But, nobody said he couldn’t get any more info out of the purple dude conveniently right below him with deets on the Big Bad . . . .

Ms. Marvel sat at the table in the conference room along with the other Avengers, listening to the briefing. They were going on a mission to stop a weapons cache that had been gradually feeding more and more weapons into the black market. It had only recently become an Avengers problem due to it growing inside and numbers with its products changing in rarely and levels of danger. Kamala just hoped she would be back before her Ammi got too worried about her. One of the many arrangements of her being an Avenger was that her Ammi knew, she got set up for college (of course), she would not go on any missions above her skills, and if she was on a mission late and had to stay at the tower, to text or call first. That was just the first part of the list though. 

Things were a little easier after she told her Ammi she was Ms. Marvel, but it also had some difficulties. All in all, her Ammi supported her and Kamala was happy not to lie to her anymore. Then again, the worry was a lot too. She had to lie to Abu for her and then know that her one and only daughter was going on missions that she might not come totally unscathed from. It couldn’t have been easy on her end. However, Ms. Marvel was a part of Kamala. She had to do this, needed to. 

The briefing ended and soon they were all piled on to the Avenjet. Her, Captain America, Iron Man, Vision, and Black Widow. It wasn’t a heavily guarded base, thankfully, so no real heavy power was needed. Just the five of them could handle this while the others got to stay at the tower or do another mission somewhere else. The engines roared as the jet took off, heading to their destination and leaving them for a slightly long flight.

Kamala would usually spend the long flights on missions talking to Vision. He always listened and talked with her, giving her an easiness before missions. Looking at the android now though, he did not seem to be in the talking mood at the moment. Maybe he was just deep in thought about something or whatever, but Ms. Marvel thought it best to give Vision space for the moment. Luckily, she did not have to spend her long flight alone as Natasha came over.

“Hey, kid,” Black Widow greeted, coming to sit beside her. The spy leaned back slightly and glanced at the teen. Immediately, Nat picked out she was bored. It was funny really, how easily Kamala showed her emotions on her face without even realizing it. The master artist at deceiving had tried to help Kamala with that with little to none success so far. However, the Black Widow did think of something that could distract their youngest teammate. 

“Hey, Nat,” Kamala replied back absent-mindedly, blowing a strand of hair out her face before sitting back against the seat. The Pakistani then felt the feeling of being stared at it and glanced to her right, seeing Nat was the one staring at her. Kamala squinted. Why was Nat smirking like that? Did she do something wrong? Was their food on her face? 

“How are you doing?” Nat asked slowly, her tone implying she was trying to get Kamala to realize something. What it was Widow wanted her to realize though, Kamala had not a single clue. The teen tilted her head at the spy. What did she want her to think? Maybe she was just supposed to continue the conversation? 

“Good. You?” She replied back, raising an eyebrow to ask silently if she got it right. Natasha's smirk widened to a smile as she shook her head fondly at the young woman. Wait, now Kamala understood. Black Widow was playing the game the two had accidentally made up on the fly when in the kitchen with Tony once. They were playing annoy Tony! Kamala loved that game and not just because she got off without punishment for it.

“So what are our chances of annoying him this time?” Kamala asked, noticing Tony give them a skeptical look once he heard the Russian. Kamala smiled innocently at him, even giving him a small wave to sell it. The inventor nodded back, but kept his narrowed gaze on the two with suspicion written all over his face. Whenever those two started speaking Russian, Tony knew he was about to be humiliated. It was getting tiring, really.  

“Good. I even think we might turn him into a tomato this time.”

Kamala giggled, hiding her laughter behind a hand. “So what’s the tease this time? I know last time we insulted his hair grease so this one has to be good!”  Natasha nodded, humming in thought to herself before smirking. She looked over her shoulder to meet Tony’s distrustful gaze. The spy grinned and waved, Kamala copying her and sending chills down the genius’ spine. 

“Don’t you two dare,” Tony warned, pointing a finger at the two of them. Steve looked to his friend, confused. However, he knew better than to get involved and just went back to piloting the jet. If things got really bad, then he would get involved. Otherwise, it was Tony’s problem. 

“His glasses. We could insult his large collection of glasses,” Nat suggested. Kamala snickered, shooting a quick glance at the back of Tony’s head. he couldn’t own that many, could he? Then again, he was Tony Stark, Iron Man. The guy was rich! She really wouldn’t be surprised if he had a numerous amount of shades. 

“How many shades does he have?” Kamala asked. 

“No, no. Glasses for drinking, Kamala. He has glasses with pictures of himself on them to pour drinks into,” Nat clarified, showing Kamala a picture of one. It was definitely not the best looking glass, but the picture of Iron Man was clear as day. Even if the glass was half melting and smoldering. She really couldn’t help it; Kamala burst into laughter, hugging her stomach in the process. She laughed so hard that even Nat had to let out a chuckle and show her more questionable glasses.

“Did he make them himself?!” Ms. Marvel wheezed, gaining the attention of the others who sent her worried looks. Well, minus Stark who gave her a hard and cold stare. He just knew they were talking about him! He just knew it! Back with the two women though, Nat nodded in confirmation of Kamala’s question and left the teenager cackling once more. She went to say how she never picked Iron Man as a glass maker, but paused when she realized she forgot how to say iron. 

Kamala paused, thinking it over and trying to remember the word from her lessons with Nat. How did you say iron in Russian again? Her face scrunched up in thought, eyes squinting shut slightly. Nat saw the confusion on the Inhuman’s face and smile softly, chuckling. 

"Iron," Black Widow said, helping her. 

"—Iron Man as a glass maker,” Kamala finished, giggling a little. At that point, Tony had had enough. From his co-pilot’s seat, he had heard it all and knew without a shadow of a doubt the topic was about him whether in a different language or not. Call it his other superpower besides money, good looks with charm to match, and smarts, but he always knew when the conversation was about him or directed at him. Mainly because he was the one to make it about him or say something to draw all attention on him, but that didn’t really matter right now, okay? 

“I can hear you two! I might not know what you’re saying, but know I know who you are talking about! DOn’t think I won’t send JARVIS on you!” Tony Stark called from the front, eyes narrowed in annoyance as his face, unknowingly to him, turned red. Kamala giggled, pointing it out to Nat who smirked at the sight. See? She knew they could do it.  

“What are you two talking about?” Captain America asked, looking over his shoulder. he had a good hunch about it though he was going to make sure first. Maybe also for the sake of Tony’s sanity. Kamala glanced at Nat, the spy giving her a look that meant let her handle this. 

“Girl stuff. You wouldn't get it, Steve," Nat replied cooly, face neutral. The super soldier raised an eyebrow at this, but relented nonetheless. Clearly he wasn’t convinced, but dropped it anyway much to Kamala’s relief and Natasha’s expectations. Kamala smirked when Cap had to talk Tony down from actually sending JARVIS on them. Tony was never going to know why they played this game and he was never going to know what they talked about—even if he knew it related to him. 

Eventually, the long trip was coming to an end and the jet was parked and cloaked where nobody would see it. The team got out and moved in, getting closer to the base in a hushed silence. They had finally gotten to the weapons cache when Peter texted her about her being in danger, the vibration of her phone catching her attention. Kamala pulled her phone out, quickly scanning over the texts and shooting a reply back just as quick. Though the messages left some nasty aftertaste in her mouth. Something bad for the Avengers? What could that be? She felt her phone buzz again, letting her know that Peter had texted her again.

She was about to check the message when Cap gave her a stern look from up ahead. The message was clear enough: put the phone away. Kamala gulped and did just that, not wanting to get another dad look from the captain. She could’ve sworn she heard him saying something about teenagers these days under his breath when they started walking again. Kamala just hoped that whatever Peter was texting about could wait. 

The weapons cache was, unsurprisingly, in an abandoned warehouse in New York. They had caught the warehouse on the radar due to it having something to do about weird signatures emitting from it. So, they were going to check it out and punch some bad guys if need be and take down the ever growing feeder on the black market at the same time. Ms. Marvel and Vision were to keep the perimeter in check and make sure no one escaped while keeping a look out for any backup for their unwanted campers. The others were confronting whoever was inside while this happened. Ms. Marvel leaned over towards Vision, a curious expression on her face. 

“You think it’s aliens?” Kamala asked, looking to the warehouse where fighting was heard. Vision always entertained her crazy theories in these types of jobs, even if they were a bit wild and crazy sometimes.

“Likely and not likely. It would not be a shock considering our line of work. I suggest we focus on the task at hand, Ms. Marvel, instead of preoccupying ourselves with frivolous games?” Vision replied robotically, his eyes cold as he turned his gaze to the teenager. He then flew to check the other side of the warehouse without another word to her. Kamala stared after the synthezoid’s retreating form, shell-shocked. What had just happened? Did Vision seriously just blow her off like that? And why did he sound so . . . lifeless? 

“WAIT! I’M HERE TO HELP YOUUUUU!” Screamed a voice, shaking the Inhuman from her confused thoughts. Wait a minute, she knew that voice. Oh no. She knew that voice! Sure enough, Spider-Man swung out of the warehouse being pursued by the other Avengers along with a few of the criminals that had been in the warehouse. Or maybe Spider-Man and the Avengers were running from the criminals together? Iron Man raised a gauntlet, blasting at the web themed hero. Kamala sighed. Never mind. He’s definitely getting chased. 

Crud crud crud crud crud! Thought the heroine, moving into action to save her friend from her friends (confusing much? She though so too). Why was he here of all places and why now of all times? Then again, the we head was notorious for getting into crazy situations so she was not entirely shocked to see him here. Did this have to do with what he wanted to warn her about? She had to help him now if that was the case. She had to either way actually. He was innocent despite what the others thought. Kamala used her powers and stretched taller to grab Spier-Man and bring him behind the warehouse, out of everyone’s reach. Spider-Man yelped when the polymorph dropped him to the ground. 

“Hi!” The boy greeted, a little dazed from everything. Kamala gave him a once over, looking to see if the Avengers had beat him up that badly for him to be this woozy. He seemed fine. Yeah, he was fine. He was going to be okay and not sent to some holding cell. Not if she had anything to say about. Kamala gripped Spider-Man by the shoulders, gaining his attention. 

“What the heck are you doing here!?” She asked, panicked when the sounds of fighting got louder. Spider-Man shrugged, prompting his fellow teenager to sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose. She glared at Spidey, the implication clear that he needed to give na answer right away or else. 

“O-oh, you know. The usual! Spotting a suspicious person and following them to a warehouse. But you need to listen, you’re in danger!” 

“I know! You told me that already! We need to get you out of here!” Kamala hurried, looking around the area to make sure they were still in the clear. Alright, they were still good. Now she just needed to get the chatterbox out without getting caught and they would all be fine. Ms. Marvel grabbed Spider-Man by the arm, dragging him away from the warehouse. Though she stopped as a thought hit her. Just where were they going to go anyway? They knew his identity already. His house was out of the question.

“What are we doing? And why do we need to leave?” Spider-Man asked, looking around quickly. Seriously? This doofus. Kamala sighed loudly, turning to her friend to explain the, what she thought was, obvious answer. 

“We can’t let the Avengers see you, remember? They want to capture you. If they do, our plan is ruined!” Kamala hissed, noticing that Peter did not seem to have listened to anything she had said. He was wincing slightly as he looked around in different directions. If it was in a different scenario, Kamala might have asked him what was wrong. Then, she would have known that his Spidey sense was going off. Though right now, she was only worried about the possibility of her friend being locked up for something he didn’t do. So, she was getting ready to drag him with her to somewhere safe—only to freeze as a new voice joined in. 

“Ms. Marvel . . . are you saying you are working with Spider-Man, a threat to civilians, against the Avengers? AND told him about a classified Avengers mission?” Came the Vision’s icy robotic voice from behind him, making the two teens whip around to face the android in fear. Kamala’s eyes widened when she was Vision floating there, an unforgiving and cold expression on his face. She had only one thing to say to that. Crud. 

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Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man stared on in horror as they became in a stale mate with the android. The only thing breaking the trio out of it was the sound of someone coming towards them from around the base. All three thought it might have been one of the members of the illegal weapons circuit and got ready to fight. Only, they stopped when seeing the iconic red, white, and blue suit of Captain America. The two brunettes breathed a sigh of relief at the war veteran, thinking he would at least hear them out over Vision assuming the worst. But just as Ms. Marvel opened her mouth, Vision spoke up before anyone could anything about it. 

“Ah, Captain Rogers, it is a good thing you are here. It appears Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man are in cahoots with each other. In fact, I even heard them planning against the Avengers and have the video recording in memory log to prove it,” Vision coldly stated, looking tot he shocked teens.

“No! That’s not what happened! Yes, I tried to get Spidey away, but only because I—”

“So you admit to being a traitor to your team then?” Vision cut her off, eyes widening slightly in disbelief and shock. Captain America stayed silent, but stared at the girl with an expectant look on his face. They had clear orders for her when she took on this mission to capture Spider-Man. She was not to tell him anything of the mission. Barely mention the Avengers at all. So why was she deviating like this? Steve did not immediately assume Ms. Marvel would pull something like this. However, if Vision had proof . . . he couldn’t deny that, could he? he just hoped the teenager would explain before Vision proved him wrong. 

“No!” Ms. Marvel cried. 

“Then what are you saying? Explain this!” Vision demanded, bringing the recording of her and Peter’s conversation from the day before up and playing it for everyone to see. Ms. Marvel’s eyes widened as she saw Iron Man drop down with Widow, both looking slightly confused at the situation only to see the recording of Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man and tense up. 

“Exactly! But, how do we deal with the Avengers? I mean, you could always try the direct approach, but you said you already did that and it didn’t work.” 

The recording then cut out and played to when Vision found them. The image panning to show when Vision floated down and heard Ms. Marvel’s next words loud and clear. Along with seeing her actions as well which did not bode well for or Spider-Man. Kamala glanced over to see disappointment flash over Cap’s face before turning to stone, his face set. She gulped and shot her attention back to the recording as her voice came on next. 

“We can’t let the Avengers see you, remember? They want to capture you. If they do, then our plan is ruined!” The recording of Ms. Marvel hissed, trying to drag recording Spider-Man away. 

“Ms. Marvel . . . are you saying that you are working with Spider-Man, a threat to civilians, against the Avengers?” Vision’s voice then said, ending the clip there. Ms. Marvel shook her head defiantly, disbelief settling within her. Vision manipulated the recordings! That was not what happened. But why would Vision lie in the first place? Wasn’t he her friend? 

“Vision is lying! He’s using my words against me!” Ms. Marvel shouted, pointing to the android. Who, in turn, just stared blankly back at her as if she had said nothing at all. It was unnerving if Kamala was being honest. However, instead of her teammates believing her and coming to rally around her like how she expected, they stood there for a moment considering. Ms. Marvel stared at her team with pleading eyes. They had to know she would never do this, right? Right? 

“Vision can’t lie, Ms. Marvel. He’s incapable of doing so as a synthezoid,” Iron Man spoke up finally, lifting his head to stare at her. The polymorph stumbled back in surprise, shaking her head at her leader. No . . . no! Vision turned to her, his back facing the others, as he gave her a cold and unforgiving stare. 

“Ms. Marvel should face the punishment such charges warrant. Sending as the members of this underground weapons circuit is dealt with, there is no reason to push it off any longer,” Vision suggested to his friends. They all looked to Vision and then Ms. Marvel, eventually nodding somewhat. The young Avenger felt her heart shatter at seeing her friends agree to this. She was innocent! She would never do this! Why didn’t they believe her? 

“I agree with Vision. Sorry, kid. But maybe some mandated time to think will hopefully do you some good,” Iron Man said, stirring the teen from her stunned state. 

Ms. Marvel gaped at her teammates, still trying to understand how they could believe Vision’s words. They wouldn’t kick her off the Avengers would they? Would they? Kamala looked at them all desperately, pleading for answers or support—anything. Captain America looked away from her, face dark as he stared at the ground. Vision stared once more coldly at her, his face void of any kindness she had use to see there before. Black Widow’s face was neutral towards her, not showing any emotion when Kamala turned her desperate face towards her for help. Ms. Marvel finally turned to her boss for help. Tony had at least sounded somewhat skeptical, hand’s he?! Iron Man’s helmet retracted, showing his face in the light of the moon. He—oh gosh, he looked mad. Furious.

With her. 

“I knew you were upset about arresting your friend, Stretch, but I didn’t think you would go this far as to go behind your teammates’ backs to help him out,” Tony broke the suffocating silence of him retracting his helmet, looking hurt and betrayed that the girl would ever be capable of doing this to the team. Though his face also showed anger at the girl for pulling anything like this.

Kamala’s eyes widened even more if that was possible at the moment. He was mad with her? She never did anything! This was Vision! Ms. Marvel watched Spider-Man subtly sink into a fighting position, glancing at her to do the same. No. This couldn’t be possible. It couldn't! This was a nightmare . . . yes. This was a nightmare and she would wake up and everything would be fine. After a few silent moments though, a horrible realization dawn on the Inhuman. She wasn’t dreaming, this was real. 

“I didn’t do it! This isn’t what it looks like, Vision twisted my words! You have to believe me, please!" Ms. Marvel pleaded one final time with those she had come to call a second family almost. They actually believed all this, didn’t they? Anger filled up inside Kamala as she realized pleading was not going to get her anywhere. They believed Vision. Even though he had lied to their faces! They knew she would never do this! Why did they believe Vision’s lies? Why didn’t they trust her? 

“She’s telling the truth! Don’t blame her for me being an idiot and Vision’s poor lying skills that seem to fool Earth’s Mightiest somehow!” Peter snapped at the older heroes angrily, his mask lenses narrowing with his rage. How could they honestly believe this toaster? Ms. Marvel would never do this! His fellow teen hero stared in shock at him, surprised that he would snap like that. After all, Ms. Marvel had never seen him this angry before. But what did he mean by him being an idiot?

“But how are we supposed to trust the words of a criminal? And, Ms. Marvel, you have just said you were working with him to enact a plan. You even said you couldn’t let us see Spider-Man because we are trying to arrest him. Your prime directive of the mission assigned to you is assist us in the arrest of Spider-Man, not make it more difficult,” Vision stated flatly. Kamala whipped her head towards him, sneering.

“No duh! But Spidey did nothing wrong! Just hear him out, okay? I promise we can explain!” Ms. Marvel argued back, gesturing to her friend. Peter nodded his head rapidly at that. Though no amount of head nods would change the Avengers’ minds on this. Vision was incapable of lying or changing his memory banks in any way. There was no way he could have lied about this! 

“Ms. Marvel, you know that telling non-Avengers about classified missions is strictly against policies we hold. This is regardless of the mission we gave you. You still told Spider-Man things that now might have putter many tings in jeopardy! You have just put civilians—and the Avengers—at risk. Please hand over your ID card and come with us. You are no longer an Avenger. Same with you, Spider-Man. You are both under arrest until further notice,” Captain America said solemnly, holding his hand out for Ms. Marvel’s Avengers ID card. Did they just say . . . arrested . . . she wasn’t an Avenger anymore?

Kamala backed away and shook her head profusely. They really believed it, they really think she would do something like this. Hurt them and betray them without a second thought. They knew her and yet believed Vision instead! The now former Avenger clenched her hands, making them fists. Tears threatened to fall down her face the more she felt humiliated. How could they not believe her after everything!

“I didn’t do anything against the Avengers! Vision is lying!” She screamed, pointing to the aforementioned android.

She backed away and dragged Peter with her as the Avengers began to advance towards them. They weren’t getting him and definitely not her. No, not when Spider-Man was literally the only person who had their head on straight at the moment and she was innocent. Not when they were both innocent and blamed for other’s actions. She let go of Spidey’s arm when he started backing away. Ms. Marvel sadly realized he was her only friend right now, the only one she could count on who was a super hero. Suddenly though, Captain America stopped, holding a hand up for the others to pause as well. Maybe there was a chance he could get her out of this? Maybe she didn’t actually break any rules? 

“Did you tell Spider-Man about the Avengers’ classified mission involving him? Or any classified information at all?” Captain America asked, eyes pleading that the answer would be no. Kamala paused, staring at the caption. She did tell Peter about the mission and about certain things she should not have, did she not? She did break that policy in the sense then. Which meant that charge did actually apply to her. Either way, it wouldn’t change a thing if her answer was yes or no. 

“Yes,” Ms. Marvel said, surprisingly calm despite the nervousness she felt at having to eventually run from her former teammates. She didn't feel calm whatsoever at that thought. She watched as Cap’s face fell slightly and he seemed to be grasping for straws for something. Maybe he was trying to find a way to giver her an out from all of this, but the Inhuman already knew. He was not going to let her take that out.   

“Did you work with Spider-Man to make sure he did not get arrested? Practically abetting a criminal?” He asked next, face sad when he saw the resignation and resolve pass over his young charge’s face. Well, former young charge now. The polymorph stood tall and stared the leader of the Avengers in the eye boldly. 

“I helped a friend who was blamed for something he didn’t do,” Ms. Marvel spoke strongly, booth confirming and denying the captain’s statement. Steve sighed, lowering his head slightly at the answer. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the teenager cut him off. She wasn’t done yet. if they weren’t going to listen before they were most likely not going to listen now, but Kamala was willing to give it a shot. 

“I helped an innocent person which is what Avengers—heck, heroes in general—do! I did what I have always done! Do good and help others!” She screamed at them, standing her ground. The super soldier momentarily paused, taking the short, but bold, speech in. He seemed to be thinking something over, but it came across as anger to the slightly frightened teenagers. The Inhuman took the opening and made a split second decision. Kamala bolted, pulling Peter along with her who gave out a startled yelp as a response. 

The spider themed hero quickly caught on and started running along beside Ms. Marvel. He then looked up and spotted a building he could web to. Spider-Man grabbed Ms. Marvel’s waist and started swinging them both into the air, trying to put as much distance as he could between them and the revenge seeking Avengers. How did this all go south so quickly? Peter swore he was just eating wheat cakes with his Aunt May and now he was on the run for being a criminal! Parker Luck just couldn’t give him a break!

Speaking of, shoot, Aunt May was now in danger too! The Avengers knew where he lived! Peter sighed. He guessed he would not be home for a while. Looking to the close to tears girl at his side though, Peter knew this was the right thing to do. He could work something out. He always did anyway, right? 

Ms. Marvel, meanwhile, was busy trying to process that she officially wasn’t an Avenger anymore. Nor a superhero when she thought it over again. She was a criminal in their eyes. A villain, a threat to the public. It just did not make sense. Why did Vision’s word have more weight than hers? They knew she wasn’t some teenager on a power trip! Kamala shook her head, clearing her mind of the negative thoughts as she tried to pull herself together.  Get yourself together, Kamala! You are not out of the woods yet. You need to focus to save Peter and yourself. Wait, do I hear engines? 

Kamala looked back over her shoulder and felt her stomach drop just as Peter let go of the web he had been holding to make a new one. Iron Man was gaining on them—and fast. There was also Vision right beside him. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the worst part of what Ms. Marvel saw. A glowing streak was heading towards them and quickly towards the other two. At first, Kamala wanted to assume it was back up coming for them. Then she had to remember the different sides on this.

She was the criminal and they were the heroes. That backup was most likely not for her. And that glowing streak? Captain Marvel. Crud. The girl turned towards Spider-Man who had seemed to get the situation they were in with one quick glance while making a turn. His lenses widened and he let out a yelp as he saw the trio of fliers coming to ground him.

“Well, that’s one heck of a team-up!” Spider-Man joked nervously, looking to Ms. Marvel on what to do next. She was the Avenger here, so she probably had plenty of experience! Well, former Avenger who did not deserve her sudden court marshaling. Point was, Ms. M had ton loads more of experience than him! Maybe they should split up and try to do the whole shake ‘em and lose ‘em? 

“Split up?” Peter suggested hesitantly, not sure of what to do in this situation. Should they split up when they would need the firepower? Would that make them harder or easier targets then? Probably. 

“I don’t know! They probably just told the whole team about what just happened by now! That means we can’t trust anyone at this point! Also, keep in mind I used to be an Avenger so . . .,” Ms. Marvel trailed off implying the danger level they were facing here with several top tier heroes after them. The words seem to sting her worse than she had ever imagined though. Used to be an Avenger . . . .

“You know stuff that not the average person should know, I take it? Therefore, that is a liability to the team and meaning they have to bring you in no matter what?” Spider-Man supplied, gulping at the lingering threat their words left in the air if they failed to escape their pursuers. Ms. Marvel nodded her head in confirmation of this, further growing the pit of dread in Spider-Man’s stomach. Ms. Marvel was a liability to the Avengers now—Kamala Khan was a liability to the Avengers now.

The Avengers were going to hunt her down if she escaped them this time. If only to make sure she did not say anything out of line to anyone. Or do something even worse, like spill their secrets across the internet or even . . . use their own secrets against them as ransom. Stop that! You aren't a villain so, don't think like one! Kamala lightly scolded herself. Now was not the time to get lost in her head. She needed to focus and stay in their moment and find a way to prove her and Spidey’s innocence. Though they could think that over once they had some room to breathe and were not being suffocated by the ever looming threat of superheroes coming to beat them up!

“Yeah. We can try taking them on together? Stronger in numbers, you know?” Ms. Marvel suggested to Spider-Man, gaze falling back to over her shoulder and the ever coming light of her doom. Spider-Man nodded to this and hummed in thought. He was about web them up to a building when something hit them. This sent them flying to the ground, landing on a low building’s roof. Kamala groaned as she landed hard on the stone flat, hugging her side as it began to heal the bruising. Spider-Man was up before her and helping her stand when he got up. Ms. Marvel held her head as a light ringing assaulted her ears from banging the back of her head into the stone. 

“You good? We got hit by some weird purple dagger!” Peter exclaimed, looking around for the source of the new weapon. Meanwhile, the description sent chills down the Inhuman’s spine, knowing something that the webslinger did not when it came to the weapons of heroes she admired. Purple dagger? Only one person has those and is an Avenger and king.

“We need to get out of here!” The polymorph yelled, moving to run off the building while dragging her friend with her. They could not get trapped like this. Ms. Marvel knew what they were doing. This was a tactic Captain America had taught her during her first team training—pin and trap. 

The young heroes started to run forward when an arrow landed in front of them in the concrete. It started beeping as the two stopped to take a quick glance at it. Ms. Marvel turned around and leapt out of the way the same time Spider-Man became tense and dove out of the way with her. The arrow went off, sending smoke and small chunks of the roof flat spiraling around them in a dizzying pattern. When the polymorph looked up again, she paled. Hawkeye, Captain Marvel, Vision, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Captain America stood in front of them. So, if they were all here then where was—

BOOM!

Ms. Marvel jumped and turned around to find Hulk and Thor there, both wearing scowls on their faces when their eyes landed on the two teenage heroes. Kamala furrowed her brows at the full team roster that was slowly circling around them so they had no point of escape. Despite this, Spider-Man still sunk into a fighting position, ready to go down trying if anything. His friend, however, was not so ready to do this. Ms. Marvel knew the outcome would be painful—and pointless. Was this really necessary!? This much force for only two people!? Are they crazy? 

“Is this really necessary?!” Kamala decided to voice her thoughts, anger surging up and giving her a boost of courage. The Jersey hometown hero was getting more angry the longer this went on for. Why the heck did they just believe what Vision said like that? Why did Vision even think that? Did they really think so little of her as a hero that they assumed she would eventually slip up this badly? The question hurt and fueled a rage that had been stoked by Vision as the teen turned a harsh glare towards her former teammates.

“Yeah, this a bit overkill! But I am flattered by how much you think of me as a threat! Or, well, you probably mean Ms. Marvel more so than me seeing how she’s the stronger one, but it’s fine. Still flattered!” Spider-Man rambled on, leaving everyone in silence for a few moments after he finished his last sentence. Thor’s frown deepened when he recovered from his confused state, turning to the Avengers’ youngest charge.

“How could you, young one? We gave you our trust!” The Asgardian yelled, voice laced with hurt that he had to receive the call that Ms. Marvel was no longer one of them and was now considered a liability to team information. Really? REALLY? Kamala mentally screamed in her head as her frustration reached an all time high. They really thought she was a traitor and backstabber! Kamala sneered at him, fed up with the entire thing.

“Trust? Trust! You wanna talk about trust and then don’t believe me? Where is the trust in me? In fact, this whole thing is stupid! Why didn’t any of you just talk to Spidey! That’s what I did and I got all my answers!” The teen roared back defiantly, standing her ground. She was getting more and more ticked off by the second the more and more stupid this all seemed to her. Ms. Marvel’s hands were starting to hurt and her head was pounding. It was like the skin on her hand was too short to cover it and someone was knocking a bat against her head. That didn't usually happen, maybe it was just all the stress?

“Just come with us, kid. Make everyone’s day a whole lot easier,” Hawkeye spoke up after an heavy silence filled the space, aiming an arrow at each of the teen heroes. Ms. Marvel stared at him for a good, hard minute. Everyone and everything seemed deathly quiet as they waited for the two young heroes to make a decision or move of some kind. Kamala knew the truth. Her and Peter couldn’t win this fight against her former teammates. Not currently, anyway.

They needed to take some players off the field if they wanted to even stand a small chance of getting out of this alive. Ms. Marvel guessed she could get rid of Tony, Carol, Hawkeye, Captain America, Black Widow, and possibly Black Panther too. She just needed to hack into Tony’s lab, steal something Tony made for Carol (he really should stop making busters for everyone, it was becoming concerning), Spidey could use his webs on the others as long as Ms. Marvel could get her hands on Cap’s shield and Widow’s gauntlets. As for the escape itself, she could hack into the tower and upload commands to her bracelet.

As for her Avengers ID card though . . . That would undoubtedly be taken up. However, she still had the life like one in the pocket of her pants. She had dared Bruno to replicate it after he had lost a bet to her. Now though, Kamala was glad he took it so seriously. Now, she had a decoy to give to the others while she kept hold of the real one. Ms. Marvel slowly walked over to Spider-Man who seemed to be thinking the same thing as her. That they couldn’t win this battle. She placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in, dropping her voice low enough for only him to hear.

"We surrender, trust me, okay? I have a plan for us to get out and have time to loose them and escape. But for now, we just play the part for now. Trust me?” She whispered low, glancing at the others to see them still tense. her voice was too low for the others to hear, but Peter’s sense picked it up just fine. 

"Always trusted you,” Peter whispered back, his words hitting deep in the girl’s heart. Ms. Marvel smiled and gave Peter’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze, moving away from him slightly. They leaned back and stared at each other for a minute before nodding in agreement. There was no turning back now. Kamala turned to the Avengers and raised her hands in surrender in sync with Peter. Ms. Marvel smirked and looked over at her only friend who looked over as well. Kamala could practically feel his own smirk underneath the mask. She honestly couldn’t help it but to let her own widen at the sight. So, Ms. Marvel might be going into hysteria a bit. Or  just plain shock from everything. 

"Fine, you got us. We surrender,” Ms. Marvel declared loudly, raising an eyebrow at the way some of her former teammates’ faces slacked in surprise. She huffed out a laugh at this and smiled widely. Yep, she was going into hysteria for sure now. Kamala had finally snapped. She was going insane and would soon be sent to therapy, everyone! But she couldn't do that yet. No, not yet. She had to save Spidey and herself first and foremost.

Black Panther, Captain Marvel, and Captain America walked forward with power muting cuffs in the two of the trios hands. Great. Kamala frowned at them, wondering how to deal with that little issue. Those cuffs were now another thing she had to worry about in order to escape the tower. Hopefully, there was an unlock mechanism like how there usually was for them. That way, her and Spider-Man had a little more advantage with her having her ID card still. 

“Card,” Black Panther said, holding his hand out. Ms. Marvel smirked at him.  

"Really, BP? What am I going to do with it, anyway? You’re already turning off my powers so it’s not like it’ll have much use back at the tower,” Kamala pointed out. Spider-Man overheard this and did not know that Ms. Marvel had a fake, so he tried to help his friend hold on to it in case it was part of the plan.

"Yeah! What is she supposed to do? Play Monopoly?” Peter chimed in, laughing. Kamala snorted at the joke, lowering her head to hide her smile. Thor then placed his hammer in the middle of the pair, lighting gathering at the head of the iconic weapon as a warning. Stop playing around and act serious. 

"He said card,” Thor repeated firmly, looking to Ms. Marvel with a stern expression. His hammer crackled with even more lightning when Ms. Marvel hesitated for a moment despite the threat. Kamala sighed and opened a compartment in her bracelet, fishing around in it for the card, the fake ID card made by Bruno. She took it finally out and shoved it into the king’s hand. 

“Happy now?” She asked Thor sarcastically, smiling big. 

“I’ll be happy when you’re no longer a threat to civilians,” Captain Marvel said gruffly, clamping the cuffs on Ms. Marvel’s wrists harshly. Kamala grimaced at the feeling of  her powers being drained, the feeling leaving her slightly light headed and woozy on her feet. It felt like something had tried to suck her entire insides out. 

“On the jet. Now. And don’t try fighting, it won’t work out well for either of you,” Carol said gravely, narrowing her eyes at the two teens. Spider-Man and Ms. Marvel shot each other a smug glance, knowing that was not about to be entirely true. They were going to fight and make sure it ended well for them even if it was the last thing they did. 

“We’ll see about that,” The Inhuman muttered under her breath, already forming more of a plan in her mind. No one—no one—was going to take Ms. Marvel from her if she had anything to say about it. While it may be her alter ego and other side of life she could not openly talk about wherever she went, it was still as much of a part of her as much as she was Kamala Khan. There was no difference to it. She was Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel, no questions asked or needed. 

“What was that?” Hulk grunted, having accidentally overheard the teen muttering. Kamala smiled up at him, eyebrow slightly twitching in annoyance.  

“I said, oh well, looks like I’m done for. The tragic arrest and end of Ms. Marvel.”

“And Spider-Man!” Peter chimed in, promting Ms. Marvel to nod her head. She corrected her earlier statement by adding her friend’s code name along with hers. The Hulk narrowed his eyes at the both of them, not really buying the act. Ms. Marvel narrowed her eyes back while the spider teen looked back and forth between the two nervously. Carol turned around from where she had been ahead of the small group and stared coldly at the polymorph. The blonde walked right up in Kamala’s face and spoke sharply top the girl.

“You are not Ms. Marvel anymore after what you have done here! Your status as a hero is removed after this whole stunt you pulled. Congratulations, Ms. Khan, you have messed up royally.”

Kamala’s eyes widened and she stared in shock at her former idol. Not only had her title and name as a hero had been been stripped from her, but that Carol had said her real name out in the open so casually without worry of the ever nearing news choppers. Also, she wasn’t Ms. Marvel anymore? No. No, no no no. Instantly, her adrenaline wore off and a wave of tiredness consumed her like a tsunami. They were taking Ms. Marvel away from her? Why?

They couldn't do that, could they? Ms. Marvel was a part of her. Then, it finally clicked in the young heroine’s mind. Carol wanted to remove her title because of her whole “namesake” stuff. She constantly talked about it when she was an Avenger and how important it was, so it wouldn’t be a shock if that was the reason! It did not matter how compliant she was with this entire thing, did it? She was going to get blamed and punished for something she did not do regardless! Anger welled up inside the teen, causing her to las out. 

“Oh? Because I’m your namesake? You left the name, remember that! In fact, you didn’t even know about me until I joined the Avengers by your say so! So what the heck? You only care about yourself and people dragging you into this whole mess! You say I am no longer Ms. Marvel, but let’s not forget you don't own your name either, Hand Me Down!” Kamala shot with venom, fed up with feeling accused for nothing.

Kamala paused though at the red face of Carol and shocked looks of the other Avengers. Where had that come from? She hadn’t realized she could even say that to Carol of all people. The polymorph did not think she could ever insult any of the Avengers, regardless of placing on a list, actually. She was normally too awestruck to say anything coherently to them and lately it was because she felt she did not have a right too. Where had that come from?

The ex Air Force pilot still stared on, stunned that her younger charge had that rage inside of her. As did everyone else feel and look slightly the same for a few more moments before regaining their bearings. So, no one was the only one surprised it seemed. Kamala calmed herself and pushed past her former idol, towards the prepped jet waiting to lead her to custody. Ms. Marvel walked onto the jet quietly, the fight leaving her suddenly. Peter came up beside her, walking in step beside her as he tried to think of something to help his friend cheer up slightly in this dark turn of events.

The cuffs tied their hands together, but Peter brushed his arm against hers. Peter smiled when Kamala looked up to meet his gaze. He then bumped their shoulders and gave her a nod of his head. Kamala blinked, a small smile gracing her face. This goofball. he was trying to let her know he was there. That they were okay and going to be okay. She looked over at her fellow teenage hero again, her vision blurring a bit. Kamala was trying hard not to cry with all the piling layers off emotions in her. Kamala was pretty sure Peter was feeling somewhat the same too. It was too much for them. Unfortunately for the Avengers, Kamala was stubborn and worked well under pressure despite panicking first at its sudden appearance. They would get out of this. They would clear their names. 

Even if it was the last thing Ms. Marvel ever did with her name even slightly intact. 

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Kamala felt them watching her. Their eyes, staring at her with disgust. Well, maybe not staring exactly. Glaring was more far accurate seeing how some of the others were looking her way currently. Especially Tony and Thor who did nothing at all to hide their disappointment and shame of her. Oh, and Carol and Hawkeye with unrestrained anger at her ‘betraying’ the team and basically everyone else escorting her to the tower except Peter!

The polymorph sighed as Thor and Hulk marched Peter and herself into the tower’s elevator and then out into the hallway once the shaft reached the correct floor. Though Kamala’s depressed mood soon turned confused as Peter was then directed somewhere else away from her. Thor had shoved her down the right of right of the hallway and Hulk had taken the spider left. Which made things all the more complicated. The Asgardian made Ms. Marvel walk all the way into the living room/kitchen area that the Avengers usually occupied when not on a mission, training, or in their separate rooms. Kamala frowned, thinking to herself. Why here? Why not the holding cells? Or the conference room for interrogation? What angle are they getting at here? 

The Inhuman even asked some of these persistent questions, but only got told to remain silent if she wished to remain in any semblance of good graces (like she wanted them at this point). Okay, focusing on square one, I guess. She and Peter were now in different rooms. That was going to make escaping the tower a bit more difficult now.Especially since Kamala did not know which room they took Spidey to and that was kind of important information. Kamala sighed heavily and lowered her head. She just hoped he was okay. She couldn't handle anything bad happening to him and it was--

The door opened and Black Widow, Captain America, and Captain Marvel walked in. Oh, so this was an interrogation. Kamala squinted. Why was Black Widow carrying a box? The teen tried to get a look a the spy's face. It was neutral still . . . .

Widow placed the box on the table in front of her and waited. Kamala stared at the box. She looked down at the cuffs that encased her hands. Then to the box. What did they want her to do? Open it? she couldn't do that at the moment. 

"Silly me, I forgot about the cuffs," Nat spoke and instantly brought a knife out. Kamala tried not to flinch. She could trust Natasha with her life. But that was when they were friends. The Black Widow didn't take betrayal well. After Widow finished cutting the box open she pushed it over for Kamala to see. 

The polymorph stayed in her position, not looking inside the box. Black Widow got up and held the box to her face where she could only see its contents and that alone. Kamala didn't want to see it. But it didn't seem that she would have a choice though. Kamala looked at the contents of the box and her stomach dropped. They were photos. Photos of her family. Parents. Naani. Brother. Aunts and Uncles. Why did Black Widow have this? She wouldn't . . . no. 

Kamala realized a very crucial fact right now. She was messing with the Black Widow. Not Nat. And the Black widow rarely showed mercy to her suspects. 

"You are aware I used to be an assassin?" Black Widow asked. Kamala didn't speak but nodded her head, her face blank with cold rage. She couldn't decide on an emotion between rage and fear or even hust screaming her head off. 

"It meant having blood on my hands. Blood of innocent people. Now some weren't so innocent--"

Kamala snapped.

"Then kill me instead and leave them out of this! That way we all get what we want," she growled out, sneering at the red headed woman.

She didn't want to die, swanted to get out of this mess. Though the thought of anyone hurting her family . . . anyone. It was just too much. Besides, she would always put her family first. No one would hurt them so long as she was standing. Maybe she should have asked for clarification before jumping ahead to such thoughts. But, she wasn't thinking before she spoke anymore so . . . here she was. 

The teenager noticed the adults were staring at her with varying emotions. Cap looked shocked and Car-Captain Marvel confused. Nat drew the box away and furrowed her brows at her. Oh, she wasn't done speaking though.

"Let Peter go and give his charges to me. I practically did the same things he did. Didn't you say that, Carol?" Kamala asked, glaring at the power house.

The woman, however, didn't say anything. Kamala needed an opening. Just a simple distraction. The alarms in the tower went off and a the ghost of a smile spread across Kamala's face. There it was. The team looked at each other in confusion as Kamala bolted out the door and locked it. Sure it wouldn't hold an of them, but it would buy her a second more of time.

Now where was Peter? She was coming up on Tony’s lab. She ran in and looked around. Taking a shot in the dark that they were planning on removing her access tomorrow and not today she called out--

"JARVIS, activate override code: Ms. Marvel!" 

There was a click and the cuffs dropped. Kamala smiled at feeling her powers again. She figure Tony would be too deep in distress to take out her accesses so quickly. The teen walked over to Tony's computers as they lit up with her tapping a single button. She activated them and started surfing until she reached security feeds.

She quickly pulled up a screen and gasped at what she saw. Spider-Man was fighting Iron Man--and winning. His cuffs were off too and lying harmlessly on the ground, forgotten. Looked like the override worked for both of them when she had used it. Peter was fighting well and giving Tony a run for his money as she watched the scene in shocked awe. Kamala would honestly have stayed on that screen if she didn't remember her situation.

She started by hacking the tower's systems. She might not be smart like Peter, Bruce, or Tony, but she was good at computer science and hacking. Good enough to hack into the tower's systems at least thanks to Tony's lessons. He had even gave her lessons on how to specifically get through firewalls the tower was equipped with. Lessons she was now going to use against him. She overrid JARVIS and downloaded the tower's commands to her bracelet. 

"Sorry, buddy. But I need to do this," Kamala muttered the apology to the AI.

She finished downloading the system to her bracelet and checked to make sure everything was runnig smoothly. Then, she took a step back and smashed every computer in the room that was viable. She glanced around the room and spotted Tony's arc reactor charger and grabbed it, bolting out the room. She pulled the security feed up on her bracelet. It showed Peter still fighting Tony with viscous intent. Only now Hawkeye, Captain America, and Captain Marvel had joined the party. Shoot. 

They were in the living room she was previously in. Spidey wouldn't stand a chance with them! Kamala quickly pulled up Tony's connection to the tower and started hacking into his suit. She raced into the living room. Jut barely missing a blast from a rifle. A rifle that belong to the Winter Soldier. They locked eyes. A shiver shot down the girl's back. His stare was cold and unforgiving. Unlike the times it had been kind and friendly. 

Iron Man was about to fire at Spider-Man again with his repulsors, neither hand fizzing woth energy looking comfy. Kamala finished hacking into the suit and hit the override button. Instantly, the arms of Iron Man's went down to his sides.

"Tony?" Captain America asked carefully, shield at the ready. He eyed the co-leader when his suit jerked suddenly. 

"I don't know! JARVIS? JARVIS!"

"Sorry, JARVIS isn't going to be available for a minute. Gave him a break," Kamala said, stepping beside Spider-Man. Everyone turned to her in shock.

"What did you do to JARVIS!?" Tony roared in fury. Kamala smirked. She didn't know why though, she felt a bit smug--which she should not feel at all but did--and maybe that was why? 

"Overrid him. And hacked into the tower's systems. And your suit." Kamala admitted, shrugging. Spidey looked at her with wide lenses. She gave him a reassuring smile and a wink. All they had to do was wait till the right moment . . . .

"Now, let us leave before anyone does something they'll regret," Kamala said slowly, taking a step back. She didn't want to fight her friends. She wanted them to know she would never betray them. But this would be hard to explain. 

"I think we've crossed that line," Black Widow sneered. Kamala looked at her confused. What?

"What?" she asked, voicing her thoughts. Widow's frown deepened even more with the question as she whipped out her night sticks and prompted them to crackle with electricity. 

"You think we'll let you leave after this!? After you betrayed us!? I trusted you--we all did!" the spy shouted. Kamala paused. It was known Natasha never liked betrayal. Not when she had experienced and done it herself so may times. Kamala frowned.

"I'm not betraying you," she whispered. "Just getting some distance."

Kamala activated Tony's suit and made him fire at Captain America and Captain Marvel. Trying to even the playing field. The two heroes quickly dodging the attacks. Kamala readied herself in front of Black Widow. The spy doing the same. Spider-Man went after Winter Soldier the two duking it out. 

Black Widow leapt at her with her batons. The polymorph barely dodging in time. The electricity burned her skin making her hiss in pain. Kamala yelped as Widow kicked her hard in the chest sending her flying into the wall. She got up and saw the woman coming at her with a barrage of punches and kicks.

Kamala bended and twisted desperately out of the way. She shrunk down and slid directly under one of Natasha's Widow gauntlets. The girl grew to her size and hit Natasha in the neck. Unintentionally knocking her out. Kamala gasped at Nat's lifeless looking form. It looked like she was. . .

 A cry of pain drew her attention to Spider-Man. Winter Soldier had landed a well placed hit on Spider-Man. Smoke was curling from the boy's suit. Rage filled Kamala as she saw Spidey stagger clutching his wound. Placing one of the gauntlets on her arm, Kamala shot a max level bite at the Winter Soldier.

James screamed in agony as electricity coursed through his body. Kamala couldn't help the horrified look that came on her face. What did she do!? Spidey turned his head toward her. His mask was ripped and one of the lenses were smashed. Kamala saw the fear in his eyes. He was scared. Of her. Why wouldn't he be? She had just took out-

"BUCKY!" Captain America yelled.

The super soldier ran to the other. James was collapsed and unconscious. Only then, did Steve Rogers noticed the limp form of Black Widow.

"Nat?" he whispered.

Kamala stared down at the spy. She had done this. She had just taken out two Avengers. Both were unmoving and possibly injured. 

"NATASHA!" someone yelled behind her.

Crud. She turned and found Hawkeye, Vision, and Black Panther staring in horror. Clint stared at his teammate. He had been the one to yell. 

"What did you do!?" he screamed.

Kamala backed away slowly holding her hands out defensively. What did she do? Why did she do it? Why? Why? Why?

"Wait. . .I-I didn't mean-it was an accident! She was-what was I-?" the scared girl stuttered.

She didn't know what to do. She had to get out of here. Now. Kamala knew she had to take advantage of the shock in the room. She raised the gauntlet on her arm and fired three times. Hawkeye and Panther's pained screams filled Kamala's ears.

Vision had tried to phase through but the electricity hit his central systems too quickly with too much power. The three heroes crumpled to the ground. She activated the arc reactor charger and it hummed with energy. She looked at it with disgust. Was she really going to use this? Hurt more people?!

"Oh no you don't!" Captain Marvel yelled and flew at Kamala.

The girl panicked and rolled out of the way. She grabbed Spidey and jumped out the window. The other teen pulled her close and swung them from the tower. Kamala let tears fall from her face. Spider-Man dropped her on a nearby roof. He landed next to her and sat down breathing heavily. 

"That was your plan!?" he exclaimed. His voice was panicked and angry. But also hoarse. Probably tired. 

"I-I didn't mean. . .it was our only way out!" Kamala defended herself.

She put her face in her hands. She had just took out five Avengers. Six if you counted Tony. Tony! Kamala brought up the security footage. The team was still in there. She then realized Tony wasn't in his armor anymore. Someone had ripped him out of it. Probably Carol or Captain America.

She's not your friend! Stop thinking of her like that! You two are definitely not on first name terms after this.

Kamala sighed and ran a hand down her face. She was tired. More tired than she would like to admit. She turned the arc reactor charger over in her hands. She could use this if Captain Marvel came back. No. She wouldn't. She wouldn't hurt more than she already had.

A beep from her bracelet sounded drawing her from her thoughts. Hawkeye, Vision, and Black Panther were up. Black Widow seemed to be coming to which was good. Winter Soldier was holding his head. She didn't feel entirely sorry for him.

You don't feel entirely sorry for almost killing someone? Wow. You really are a villain. Kamala scolded herself. She should feel awful. She did. But, she felt resentment too. And tiredness.

"We can't stay on this roof forever," Peter pointed out, pulling his mask off. Kamala nodded.

"And we can't hide together," Kamala added on. Though she explained more when she caught Peter's look.

"It would make it too easy for them. If we are both caught who is going to save the other? Besides, they would have to divide their efforts to find both of us. You should go somewhere nobody would expect. I'll do the same. As for our families. . .I think it's best we stay away from them and keep them out of this."

Peter nodded. "I'll go to the-"

Kamala placed a finger to his lips silencing him. She noticed his wide eyes at her actions. 

"Don't tell me. That way. . .if  one of us do get caught-just a precaution," she explained lowering her finger.

Peter looked at her with this weird look. As if he was mulling something over and desperately needed to do something. Kamala stared back at him. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them reassuringly. He was worried most likely. She was too. 

"Hey, I'll be okay. We both will. Just. . .this is my fight that you got dragged into. They won't fight for you as hard they will for me. Just lie low and their focus will turn on me. Then, go check on your aunt and keep a low profile, alright?" Kamala said.

She was trying hard not to cry. They weren't going to see each other for a while. Peter then did something that surprised Kamala. He gently cupped her face with both hands and leaned forward. Their faces inches apart. Their eyes boring into each other. Kamala's breath hitched as her heart rate spiked. He wouldn't-they wouldn't. . .

"Well, might as well do this if we aren't going to see each other for a while," Peter chuckled nervously. 

Kamala was about to ask what he meant but she already knew. Peter closed the distance between them and kissed Kamala gently. His lips crashing against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back. She let the tears she had been holding back fall as she truly realized this was going to be a while until she saw Peter again. The two broke the kiss, foreheads touching and blushing a bit. Peter brushed her tears away with his thumb and smiled at her. 

"I've waited so long to do that," he whispered. Kamala chuckled and kissed him again. 

"Me too. See you soon?" she asked smiling knowing full well it would not be soon. 

"See you soon," Peter agreed smiling sadly.

He knew it too. Kamala moved away from Peter. Afraid she would go with him if they spent any longer together. She gave him one last smile. Then, she stretched across the rooftops hearing the soft sounds of a webshooter going the opposite direction. She had to reach her destination and she would be fine Granted the person there might not help her but, eh. Kamala had only made it some distance when an arrow hit her in the leg. She cried out in pain as she stopped stretching to heal. Where had that come from?

"That was pay back," hissed Hawkeye landing in front of her.

Kamala ripped the arrow from her thigh and felt her healing factor kick in. She stood up and sneered at the archer. What the heck!? A fist connected with her face and sent Kamala to the ground rolling. The teen spit out a bit of blood from her mouth. Her face screamed in pain. 

"Don't make this harder on yourself Ms. Marvel," Captain Marvel spoke up from behind her. Seriously? Kamala sighed. She held up the charger toward the heroine. Screw what she said earlier she guessed. Honestly, Captain Marvel was really making her mad. 

"Let me go," She said, her voice dangerously low. The blonde laughed at her. 

"You do know I can absorb energy right? That's something I thought even you would know!" the woman stated. Kamala smiled darkly. Oh, it was so pay back time for them!

"I do," she said sweetly.

She had had enough of all the shenanigans and statements. It had finally broke her. Kamala shot the charger at the woman. Captain Marvel Absorbed the energy. She smirked at the teen.

"Really? How could you think that would-AHHHH!" Captain Marvel began to gloat only to scream in pain. Her body couldn't handle that type of energy. A feral smile split Kamala's face at the ex air force pilot. 

"What was that? How could I think that would work?" Kamala mocked.

She had reached her breaking point. Having to fight her former teammates. Kissing Peter only to leave him indefinitely. She was too tired and conflicted and filled with emotions to care anymore. Kamala shot at Hawkeye with the gauntlet before he could react. The teen accessed the tower and put it on lockdown.

Then she ran.

Ran until her legs burned and her stomach rumbled. Ran until her feet screamed and burned against whatever they touched. Ran until her powers gave out and she was crying in pain. But, she didn't stop until she was at the secluded house in the forest. What could be her possible safe haven. 

Kamala slowly walked up to the door and knocked. She looked around her and sighed. This had all been too much. The door opened to reveal a man. Of course no one would recognize him in this state. But Kamala did. She looked at the man pleadingly.

"Please. . .I need your help. Can I stay here? Just to figure things out?" Kamala begged.

The man looked her up and down in horror. Only then did Kamala notice the bruises she got from fighting Widow and the blood stained on her thigh from the arrow. She felt her eye was swollen. Probably from Captain Marvel punching her. Not to mention their was blood probably on her face too. She didn't care at the moment. Besides, that was only what she felt. 

"Oh my-yes! What happened?! Never mind. Come in and let's get you patched up kid," the man spoke and guided her in. Kamala sighed in relief as she walked into the house of Anthony "Tony" Masters aka Taskmaster.  

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Kamala shot up in her bed, breathing rapidly. Her heart hammered in her chest as she tried to grasp reality and what was around her. Cheeks wet from tears, she cupped her face and slowly rocked back and forth. The girl looked around her and tried to remind herself of where she was. Taskmaster had given her a guest room. It was a very comfortable room for a place out in the middle of nowhere. A soft bed, connecting bathroom, cozy atmosphere. But that did very little for her nightmares . . . .

They had all reminded her of three things

You hurt people

You betrayed them

You are a villain now.

Kamala chuckled humorlessly at the last one. She was considered a threat now for sure. But did the Avengers really classify her as a villain now? She did attack more than one of them on an occasion—or maybe more she couldn’t remember right now—and helped a "threat to civilians.” What a joke. She dropped her head in her hands and sobbed, feeling nauseous and tired. She had barely gotten any sleep thanks to the nightmares that had been occurring back to back last night from the guilt. Seeing no point in trying to get any more sleep (if you could call it that), Kamala sighed and went to go get ready for whatever day she was about to walk into. 

She walked to the living room and looked around. Last night had been a blur to be honest. The living room was spacious with a wood flooring. A nice large soft couch that had noticeably been cleaned from where she had possibly stained it with blood and dirt from her costume. There was even a TV in front of the room on top of a fireplace to top it all off. The table sat between it and the couch where it supported a fee books along with a freshly stocked vase. Kamala walked along the walls to the kitchen where she heard noises. Instantly, she was hit with the smell of breakfast. Her stomach growled, reminding her of the food she had deprived it of. The polymorph quickly hushed her stomachs rumbles  of how it has not been fed after fighting and walked in. 

Taskmaster was . . . cooking. She didn't think the villain could cook. Then again she didn't see herself coming here for help anytime after destroying the MODOK base so . . . she couldn’t really guess could she? The man turned around and saw her staring. He even had on an apron that read Best Cook. Kamala blinked in surprise and raised an eyebrow in question.  

"Why is everyone so surprised that I can cook?" He asked aloud, shaking his utensils as if the ceiling were a sky he was cursing a name to its wind. Kamala smiled apologetically. 

"Sorry. Just didn't think Taskmaster the known mercenary for hire could cook," Kamala commented. The mercenary pulled a face at her and shook his head. 

"Please, call me Tony. I think we're beyond greetings, Kamala," Taskmaster said to her. The teen noticeably flinched at the name Tony with the name reminding her of her former leader and who--who had also attacked her. Taskmaster raised an eyebrow after seeing her flinch and was about to grab an emergency kit just in case—until he remembered Tony Stark and that the kid was an Avenger.

"Did something happen with the Avengers?" He asked, setting a plate of food in front of her. Kamala looked away from the plate, feeling nauseousated and absent-mindedly picked at her food with a fork. It wasn’t that the food was bad. It was actually good and within her limits but that wasn’t the reason her stomach was nauseous either. It was the question and the memory that made her sick to her stomach.

"Maybe . . . yes," Kamala said with a sigh. 

"Alright. Anthony then?" he suggested. 

"Anthony," Kamala agreed. 

"Great! Now eat up and you can tell me why you showed up on my doorstep in such a rough condition," Anthony said, grabbing himself a plate of pancakes and an entire bottle of syrup.

Kamala ate her food and thought how she thought Taskmaster would help her. Were they friends? They had run into each other after the base on the moon. He saved her a few times and she saved him. They had built some sort of truce of sorts but she really wondered if it was a bond now. 

Kamala finished eating. She then told Anthony about what happened while they sat in the living room. From Vision blaming her to . . . now. But, she did leave out Spider-Man’s whole mind swapping deal. And anything about his identity. Also the kiss. She left that out too. She noticed how Anthony pulled a face when she told him about the interrogation part. 

“It’s just that from what I’ve read on Widow, which is a lot, that doesn’t seem to be her usual style," Anthony mused leaning back on the couch. 

"I wouldn't put that behind her," Kamala muttered.

"Okay. So, let me ask you this. What would she gain? Also, Avengers help people right? I don't think they would allow their own to go down like that."

"Well, anything can happen."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know. Just . . . you can't always trust the person beside you."

"I'm sitting beside you."

"Yes. I didn't mean you I meant-"

"The Avengers? Because they didn't listen to you?"

"They never listen to me!" Kamala snapped, standing up. "Why would they? They don't think I can do it anyway! I'm just the Jersey rookie in their eyes!"

She started to pace the room. She had to figure this out. Figure all of this out. But, she needed to stop the traitor first. They could have set her up as well. So, if that was true. The traitor might be involved with whatever Peter saw at the warehouse. Which was also a weapons cache. The traitor was helping smuggle weapons? No. Something bigger. She was missing something. Peter never did tell her what he saw in the warehouse though. 

The teen stopped pacing, feeling eyes on her that were giving her an intense stare. Anthony was staring at her with a raised eyebrow and curious glint to his eye. Kamala raised her eyebrow in return.

"What?" she asked suspiciously 

"Do you always make that face when you think?" he asked. Kamala blinked confused.

"Huh?"

"Your face scrunches up a little and you unconsciously move your hand to your chin. Do you always do that?" he explained his question more elaborately. Kamala blinked rapidly.

"Why do you even pay attention to that?" she asked with a bewildered look.

"I'm observant," he answered like it was obvious. Which, maybe, it was. 

"Just like you're 'observant' with your skills?" Kamala teased. The man threw a pillow at her.

"No. Different. Shortcut," he emphasized the last part. Kamala laughed. He was probably referring to the moon base they took down. Granted, he did betray her but it was water under the bridge now.

Kamala sat back on the couch and sighed. Anthony placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her an encouraging smile.

"Hey. We'll figure this out. We just need a plan," he said. Kamala breathed hard through her nose.

"Plan? Clear my name. Done."

Anthony chuckled. "Okay, yeah, no. That's the goal. What's the plan to reach that goal?" 

"Right. Figure out a way to prove Spidey and I's innocence. Which would mean . . . finding the traitor in the Avengers? Who could have possibly set me and Spidey up. Also, a spy in the Avengers is never a good thing. If they had just listened to me-"

"But, they won't listen. Especially after the fight you did with them. Which you barely made it out of," Anthony stated seriously. Kamala gaped at him. That bruised her ego a bit but . . . they were Earth's Mightiest.

Who you used to be a part of until yesterday.

"I thought I did pretty good," Kamala said slowly, averting her gaze to her lap. Anthony shook his head. 

"Kid, you only took them out because of shock. Not saying you shouldn't use that to your advantage, but that's the only reason you made it out alive. Do you honestly think you can go against ten fully rested Avengers? That includes power houses like Hulk, Thor, and Captain Marvel. Agility specialists such as Widow, Hawkeye, and Black Panther. Tech smarts like Iron Man and Vision. And two super soldiers with high battle IQ," Anthony explained.

Kamala paused. She did only make it out of there because of the odds being in her favor. Even when Captain Marvel came after her she had used an arc reactor charger against her. Not her powers. Not any of her skill. Just things in her favor. She would have been dead by now if the Avengers weren't in shock about her fighting them.

"Crud," Kamala groaned. Anthony patted her on the back.

"It's okay. Besides, not many people can withstand a fight against the Avengers. But, you need to stay below their radar. And keep training."

"I need to talk to Spider-Man," Kamala blurted. Anthony threw his hands up.

"Did you not just hear what I said!? Stay below their radar. Going out into public? Exact opposite of that!"

Kamala shrugged. "Spider-Man knows more about the traitor than I do. I can't do this without that information nor can I do it left in the dark."

Anthony ran his hands down his face. "And clearly you can't do this without a responsible adult showing you how to sneak around so you don't get yourself killed," he said, getting up to grab a cup of coffee. He felt like he was going to need it. And many more.  

Wait . . . did that mean?

"Are you going to like, teach me? How to-to be?" she asked hesitantly, not wanting to know the full reality of it.

"Yes. I'm going to mentor you in the ways of the Masters. In the ways of a villain. Because, like it or not, Kamala, you can't win this as a hero."

Kamala walked her way across the street to where the little red dot was. The red dot that was Spider-Man. Kamala sighed. She felt horrible about what she was about to do. Lying to her boyfriend. Was he her boyfriend? He did kiss her. She did kiss back. They hadn't even been on a date! Her Ammi would have a panic attack knowing any of this. Kamala's phone vibrated with a text from her mother. No. Nonononono-

Mom: Beta, remember to ask the Avengers if you can stay at the tower for a week. Your father, bother, and I are going to Karachi to visit sick family. 

Kamala paused. She had completely forgot about that trip. Her parents had talked about it all last week and everything. But, they also knew she had responsibilities as an Avenger too. So, they had come up with the conclusion of her parents and brother going and her just asking the Avengers to stay at the tower. Which was going to work out in her favor. Her family would be out of this mess and she wouldn't have to explain a thing. It all worked out!

Me: They said I could! Have fun on the trip! Tell everyone I said hi! :)

Good job. Totally just didn't lie to your mother, Kamala. The girl sighed. What was she supposed to do? Oh right. Become a villain and stoop under the Avengers radar, find the traitor, and clear her and Spidey's name. She totally got this. Right?

"Remind me again why I have to become a villain?" Kamala asked for the millionth time. She was wearing an earpiece Taskmaster had given her so they could communicate. The man sighed and Kamala could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Because the best way for you to stay under the radar of the Avengers is move the attention off of you. By becoming a villain, under a different name, the Avengers will worry about villain you and not you you. Also, it gives you a great excuse to practice your skills I will teach you. As I will send you on missions."

"You said nothing about missions! And I'm not a villain!" Kamala hissed into the earpiece. 

"Well, surprise. And just play the part for now, okay? I know you don't like this and I'm sorry. You don't deserve this but, now you have to adapt. This is the only way."

"Fine. I guess it makes sense. Thanks. I mean it new mentor. Also, did you just incorrectly quote Star Wars?"

"Your welcome, don't call me new mentor, and. . .what?" 

"Star Wars. It's-OMG. You've never seen Star Wars have you?" Kamala whispered as she ducked into an alleyway. 

"No," Taskmaster replied.

"When I come back we're binge watching so you can understand what you have just done," Kamala said. 

"I don't think-"

"I'm here. Going radio silent," Kamala said before he could disagree. 

She looked up at the building in front of her. Look like she would have to walk in. Or . . . there was the other option. Kamala made sure no one was watching and sunk into the shadows. She then carefully stretched up to a balcony. A balcony Peter was on and staring out into the city.

"GAH!" he yelled only for Kamala to slap a hand over his mouth and shush him. She glanced around for a moment before speaking. 

"I'm going to remove my hand and you are going to NOT scream. Okay?"

Peter nodded and Kamala slowly lowered her hand from his mouth. The boy stared at her for a moment, eyes searching her face for something. Then he quickly embraced her in a slight bone-crushing hug. Kamala reciprocated it immediately and let the tense feeling she had been holding in disapate. They stayed like that for anfew moments, hugging each other. Just happy to be enjoying each other's presences. 

"I was so worried," Peter mumbled into her hair as he held her. Kamala sighed as she pulled her head back a little to stare at him. 

"Me too. But, hey, I have a plan and it's going to be okay," she said. Peter pulled back from the hug to stare at her. He furrowed his brows together in question and confusion. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. Kamala paused. Instantly, the nightmares came back to mind. No would be the right, truthful answer. She picked at her scarf around her neck. 

"Of course," she lied. Definitely believable.  Peter raised an eyebrow. 

"You're lying." Crud!

"No I'm not!" she denied. 

"Did you run into the Avengers? Did they hurt you? Are you hurt? What happened after last night? Did you find somewhere to stay low?" he rapid fired the questions.

"No, no, and no as of today. Last night I did what you did. And yes," Kamala answered not missing a beat. 

"Okay . . . what's the plan?" Peter asked. 

"Well, I think the traitor in the Avengers set us up. Because think about it. The traitor might have cut us off so we would be one less problem. Also, us helping the Avengers might clear your name."

"Alright . . . wait, my name? What about yours?" Peter agreed until he caught her slip of tongue. 

Kamala's eyes widened and she looked off to the side. "Uh . . . mine's a bit different, Pete. You are a threat to civilians. I'm "charged" with being a threat to the Avengers and civilians, attacking the Avengers, breaking policy, and being a liability to the Avengers. Which means I'm a liability to S.H.I.E.L.D. now that I think about it. So you see, yours we can handle easily. Mine is . . ." the polymorph trailed off. 

"More complicated? Kam, I can technically be given attacking the Avengers. The instant I got out of those cuffs I tried to pummel Vision into the ground!"

Kamala whipped her head around to him so fast she almost got whiplash. Her mouth dropped open at what Peter said as she processed the sentence. 

"You tried to--when--why?" she asked. Peter sighed. He looked off from her gaze. 

"Please don't judge me. Or think . . . think I'm actually a horrible person," Peter whispered.

His voice cracked at the end. Kamala gently cupped his face and turned it towards her. She smiled at him. He squinted his eyes shut and turned his head away and down from her a little. He was trying not to cry she realized. Kamala touched her forehead to his.

"I won't judge you. And I will never think you are a horrible person, Pete. I love you too much to think that," Kamala whispered. Peter finally locked eyes with her and gave a small smile. He blushed a little before he leaned forward and pecked her on the lips.

"Thank you. It was . . . Iron Man, Vision, and Dr. Banner who came to talk to me. Vision was the first to talk to me. Going over everything I had done blah blah blah. Then, he said something that . . . that just made me snap."

Kamala placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "What was it?"

"He said: 'I wonder what your Uncle Ben would feel about you doing all this'. I just couldn't take that! I started yelling at everyone in the room. I don't even know what I said. I kept pulling on the cuffs hoping they would break. I started going after Vision. Iron Man was holding me back and then . . . clunk! Cuffs gone! I'm angry at Vision, so I punched him straight in his android face. Also, a few more times for assuming you would betray them. Then, Iron Man got involved and said: 'Think about this! Would Ben want you to react this way?'"

Kamala made a chocking sound. They just threw his name around as a pacifying method for Peter? That was . . . that was--

"It made me feel sick. So, I started fighting Iron Man all they way into the living room area. Then you showed up and hacked his suit," Peter finished. Kamala nodded. That would explain why Spider-Man had been fighting the way he did. She sighed. 

"Remember when you said there was a traitor in the Avengers?" Kamala asked. Peter's face lit up. 

"Oh yeah! In fact . . ." he shuffled around in his pockets for a bit, "I have a video! On my phone. It's crazy. There was this purple dude and everything else weird."

"Show me," Kamala breathed out, eyes wide.

While he looked for the video Kamala discreetly turned her ear piece back on and pressed a button on her new phone. The new phone that could download any playing video nearby. Peter showed her the video. Suddenly, a few more things were clicking in her head now. 

"The Avengers were set up. This is all a set up. Picking us off one by one. And the traitor is male so not Captain Marvel or Black Widow. But, those two can still be manipulated. Same for everybody else. And it's definitely not Hawkeye or Captain America unless it was mind control. If Black panther was the traitor he could just use Wakanda. Thor is too much about righteousness to ever be the traitor. Hulk. . .would smash anyone to even suggest it to him. So, the only suspects are Iron Man, Vision, and Winter Soldier," Kamala mused. 

"Winter Soldier? You think he wouldn't want any repeats," Peter input. 

"Yeah but brainwashing can be unpredictable. I wouldn't be shocked if he was behind this for Hydra. Iron Man was awfully quick to agree with Vision. Not to mention the dude created Ultron who then took control of his body and mind. Who's to say some wasn't left behind? And Vision. . .he's been off lately," Kamala tallied off. 

"Off? How?" Peter asked. Kamala sighed.

"Usually he's so alive and friendly. Yet when we went to the weapons cache on the jet he was quiet and. . .robotic. Then, he was first to suggest that I would betray the team! I trusted him! He was the closet to me on the team besides Widow," Kamala answered. 

"Hm. So, how do we figure out who is the traitor?" Peter asked. Kamala smirked. 

"Well, I'm going to do a little spy work. Your job is to stay low and check on your aunt. This is dealing with me and the Avengers. I want you to not be in this mess. I want you to be safe. I'll be fine. I can handle this. I promise. Now, go and save people, Spider-Man," Kamala said. Peter smiled sadly at her. 

"Okay. Be safe. We'll talk soon?" Peter relented.

"Soon," Kamala agreed. She reached up and kissed Peter on the lips. With that, she stretched away from the balcony. 

"Did you get it?" Kamala asked Taskmaster. 

"Yes. Whoever this is. . .they are planning something big I think. Which you are going to say we need to stop no doubt," he said seriously only to tease her at the end. Kamala snorted.

"Har har. But, now we need to track down our suspects and talk to them, right?" Kamala asked. Only to hear a heavy sigh at the end. 

"Kamala, what did I tell you?" the mercenary asked. The polymorph paused, dreading to answer the question. She knew what the answer was and she hated it. 

"That I couldn't win this as a hero," Kamala said with remorse and immense grief. She didn’t want to give up being Ms. Marvel. Not by a long shot. 

"Exactly. So, either you keep playing hero and get yourself killed, or you play the part for a while, I train you in that part, and you clear your name and find the traitor."

"Okay. Fine. I'll do it. But let's make something very clear. I will NOT hurt any innocents. I will NOT endanger the public. And I will NOT do any extremes. So, like an antihero if that makes any sense," Kamala bargained. 

"Alright. As long as you know that you can't be a hero in this. By the way, did you come up with a name yet? Or do I get to pick it?" 

"What? Ew, no. No picking names for you! Probably give me a skull something name."

She paused. What name did she want? A villain sounding one probably. One that reflected . . . something. The Avengers didn't believe her. Thought she betrayed them. She wanted them to know they were wrong. That they were wrong for not trusting her. But who's to say she couldn't give them that answer in a different way? A word popped up in her head. The one word she had circling in her head when she saw anything about the Avengers now. Revenge. 

"What about Revenger?" Kamala asked. 

"Is that even a word?" Taskmaster asked. Kamala sighed loudly.

"Yes, it is. It means a person who exacts punishment or inflicts retribution for an injury or wrong. I think it fits the picture," Kamala answered, waving her hand around for emphasis even though Anthony couldn't see her. 

"Hm. Well then, get back to the house Revenger and we can talk about your training."

Revenger smirked, now she could start finding out who the real traitor was and clear her name. She silently stretched her way back to Taskmaster's house. Little did she know what was going to come her way tomorrow . . . .

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Tony Stark slammed his hands down on the table. 

"IT CAN WORK IF WE TRY IT!" he yelled.

"Your insane Tony. What are we? Criminals? Because doing what you suggest is beyond wrong," Black Widow argued.

Tony sighed. They had been in the conference room for over an hour going back and forth. Back and forth about the Ms. Marvel situation. Several ideas being tossed about but with several holes or flaws. That had led to arguing. And arguing developed into yelling. Especially when he proposed his newest idea to capture the ex-Avenger. 

"Look, I don't want to hurt the kid anymore than you do," He reasoned carefully. Natasha snorted, unconvinced of Stark's sincerity.

"She hacked the tower, JARVIS, and your suit. The only reason we aren't trapped in the tower currently was because you rebooted the system! You hold a grudge against her admit it. You are angry at her for overriding JARVIS and mad at yourself for letting this happen!" Black Widow tore into the inventor. Tony looked off in shame and anger knowing all of what Widow said was true. 

"Now hold on. What if we are controlled about this?" Carol suggested. The spy sent an icy glare her way. 

"Controlled? How on earth is a plan like THAT controlled?" Nat asked.

"We monitor the people who go in and if they go too far we step in. With local police," Carol suggested.

"Exactly. Vision has even suggested back up plans. The kid isn't experienced enough to last for long. This will work," Tony pushed.

"I agree with Carol and Tony, Nat. This could work. We need to find and detain Ms. Marvel as soon as possible. Besides, nobody said we were sending villains after her," Steve Rogers commented, ending the debate. Widow opened her mouth to protest but the captain gave her a look that meant it was over.

Black Widow closed her mouth then opened it again. 

"This won't end well. I just know it," she muttered. 

"Alright! It's settled! We place a bounty on Ms. Marvel and wait for whoever to deliver her to us. Simple. We can even spread the word about it," Stark stated. Several in the room hummed in agreement. 

"You said Vision had back up plans?" Widow asked. 

"Yes," Tony said exasperated. He felt a headache coming on.

"Where is he then? We need to know the back up plans if this is going to function at all," the spy stated. 

"He's doing . . . something?" Tony supplied with a wave of his hand. He walked out the conference room without another word. 

"Don't worry Nat. This will all work out," Steve assured the woman. She just avoided his gaze. 

"And once we find that little brat we can deal with her accordingly," Carol said darkly. Nat glared at her but the blonde walked out before she noticed. 

Everyone left the conference room leaving the Russian alone. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. 

"Hello? Who is this?" came someone from the other end.

"Black Widow. Coulson?" She asked.

"Widow, hey! How's it going?" Phil Coulson greeted cheerfully. 

"Hey Coulson. It . . . could be better. Look, I need your and Simmons' help. Ms. Marvel is in danger and needs help. I can't help her yet and that's why I need you."

"Okay. With what?" The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent asked, voice turning serious. He cared for the kid after meeting her and eating gyros together. What could have happened since then? 

"I need you to track down Ms. Marvel and tell her she isn't alone. She thinks all the Avengers are against her now. Meet me at the doughnut shop? I can explain things better there," Natasha explained. 

"Alright. Me and Simmons can be there in thirty. Colson out." The phone clicked as the call ended. Black Widow leaned back and sighed. She could still save her. She just needed to be careful about choosing her next moves. 

"So let me get this straight. You went on a mission to investigate a possible weapons cache--which was true. Found Spider-Man already there and then asked him to surrender so you could arrest him? He ran out, Ms. Marvel grabbed him, pulling him aside, and when you caught up with the two, they were talking about some sort of plan. And he knew of a classified mission the kid was supposed to keep hush about?" Coulson recapped. Natasha nodded her head and nibbled on a doughnut.

"So, you kick her off the team without letting her have any defense. Don't let her explain herself properly. I can imagine she was scared--terrified even. And you arrest them as well. Bring them back to the tower, Stark is mad because the kid hacked his suit when he arrested her without a fair trial. And then they escaped?" Jemma Simmons finished bitterly, with a lot more venom towards the Avengers. Natasha hung her head. She should have done things differently. Should have said something. Maybe not to the team but to Kamala. To let her know that not everyone on the team saw her as a villain. But instead she tried to use old methods. Old methods that had lashed back on her. Awfully.

She had made the kid think she was going to murder her entire family! That wasn't what the box was for. It was to see if Kamala really did betray them. Like a detector. And if she to remind her of what she was doing and to set her back on track. To remind her why she started doing super hero work in the first place. Instead though she had . . . had made her think . . . .

"Okay. So, the kid is in the wrong for telling the target about a classified mission. I get that. But the other stuff? There a few holes. Like what was the plan the two were working on? Do you know anything about that?" Coulson asked, being the level headed person he is. 

"No. I don't know what the plan was. But, it couldn't be that awful," Natasha answered slowly. Coulson raised an eyebrow.

"Then how do we know the kid is still a hero anymore?" he asked quietly. Jemma Simmons gasped.

"Coulson! We know she wouldn't do something horrible!" she defended the teen.

"Think about it. She broke a policy she knew about, worked on a plan and with a threat to civilians, tried to hide this and the target's knowledge of the plan from the Avengers. Who knows what else she could have spilled? I care about the kid too but. . .she is held responsible for those things and attacking Avengers," the agent explained himself. Simmons glared at him.

"She was an Avenger too," she whispered. 

"Was. Ms. Marvel is now a liability to the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. now. She can easily put a whole bunch of people in danger just by speaking words. As such, I'm launching a team to capture her and bringing in law enforcement. I hope you can be a part of that team, Romanoff," Coulson stated gravely. 

The spy looked down. Coulson was right. Kamala was a liability and danger. Every muscle in her body was screaming to follow instincts. Her S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Avenger side. To say yes, bring Ms. Marvel in, and get it over with. To make sure that people were safe. That wrong hands didn't catch whiff of classified information. Or worse, use that information to hurt people.

Then, there was the other side. The side that saw a nervous fangirl become an Avenger in her own right. Who saw someone who always cared about others. Who always strived to do good. Even to those who didn't deserve it. To bullies and criminals and villains alike. Who had showed Natasha that she could accept her past and rise above it. The side that saw Kamala Khan as her. . .person. Someone who got you and you could trust. Who was there for you. And you didn't leave your person behind. Ever. Making up her mind, Black Widow looked up. She stared Coulson dead in the eye.

"I'll join the capture team," she said. 

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"This is your reliable host J. Jonah Jameson with breaking news! Ms. Marvel, known Avenger and hero, is now being pursued by the real Supers and S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"That's right folks! You heard me! Ms. Marvel is now a no good traitorous menace! Just like Spider-Man!" Jameson ranted. The live footage of a fight between Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man against S.H.I.E.L.D and heroes shown behind him. 

"Clearly Spider-Man is starting a disgusting trend. The trend of being no good, power abusive, unhinged power hungry MENACES!" 

"Ms. Marvel! Spider-Man! Please stand down!" Agent Coulson yelled to the teenagers. Kamala just sneered at him. 

"What part of I am not guilty do you not get!?" She shouted. Behind him were Black Widow, Iron Man, Captain America, Captain Marvel, Ironheart, Amadeus Cho, Spider-Girl, and Ghost Spider. 

"You all are literally letting a murderer be on your team!" Spider-Man shouted furiously as well. 

She frowned at the scene before her. At the people ready to arrest her the moment she caved. The moment she showed any weakness. It had been so simple. Just one measly mission. Then again, since when has anything ever been easy for her? Especially in her position. Now her family was gone, Peter's Aunt in the hospital, and leaving her and Peter practically orphans. All because of one person. And this was all his fault.

 TWO DAYS AGO . . .

"You want me to WHAT?" Kamala asked in shock.

Taskmaster had just given her what would be her first mission. And boy was it a good one. A good one to get her captured! Was he insane?! She only had two days of training! 

"I want you to steal from a Stark Industries factory producing their latest technology. Stark will be showcasing it today," Taskmaster repeated.

Kamala shook her head in disbelief. Steal? From TONY FREAKING STARK?! She knew that he had extensive security. Especially when it came to his tech. How the heck was she supposed to get past that!? Not to mention Stark's Iron legion was bound to be there. She wouldn't count out some of the Avengers showing up in disguise either. 

"Right. So, how would I go about that?" Kamala asked, looking for help. She knew that someone stealing from Stark would get some attention off her but . . . .

"That's for you to figure out. I will give you the tools necessary for the job. As far as a plan goes . . . that is for you to come up with. I can't hold your hand through this, Kamala. You are going to have to think on your feet. And quickly." With that, he left the living room leaving Kamala on the couch alone with her thoughts. 

Alright Kamala. You got this. All you have to do is sneak into your old boss's company warehouse and steal from him. No biggie! 

The polymorph slumped on the couch. She was done for. She would get captured the instant she step foot in the place! . . . No. She just had to figure out a plan. One where Revenger makes a huge scene that makes the Avengers look like the fools and idiots they are. Kamala shot up from the couch, eyes wide. Where had that thought come from? The fools and idiot that they are? What the--?

Kamala looked down and noticed her clenched fists. Her jaw had tensed too. No. No. No. She repeated in her head. She wasn't mad at them. They just didn't know. She shouldn't feel angry for them not listening to her. She shouldn't. They were her friends. They were always her friends.

Friends that tried to arrest you. Friends that gave you a leg wound, black eye, and busted lip? Friends that immediately believed the first thing to kick you off the team? Friends that wanted you off the team? That-

Kamala shook her head, clearing the dark thoughts. Her nightmares were bad enough. She didn't need intrusive thoughts as well. She stood up and walked to her room. Walking in, she closed the door and slid down to the floor. Not for the first time since she got here, Kamala stared at nothing, feeling numb and confused. Why did she have to do this to clear her name? Why should she clear her name? To get her old life back. To get her status as a hero back. To be an Avenger again. That's why.

Why do you even want to be an Avenger after this? Do I even want to be one still? After they just so easily threw me away? Why would I want to be one? Why would I want to be a--No. Stop. You have a mission you need to plan for. No time for self pity and crying for yourself, Kamala. Get up!

She stood up and strode over to the desk in the room. On it was a laptop and notebook with pen. She opened the laptop and started searching for everything about Stark Industries new invention. Multiple things popped up. A press conference. It was just Stark talking about what would be there. Kamala wrote everything important he said down on the notepad. She found out that apparently it was going to be an expo. She vaguely wondered if Peter would show up there. 

Are you crazy, Kamala? Of course he won't! He's lying low. Like how you should be doing.

Kamala clicked the next link. It was Stark Industries official website. It talked about the upcoming expo. It would be held in New York (obviously) and showcase multiple new Stark patent products. Great. Which one was she supposed to steal? Kamala looked through the various listed attractions. Suits and other stuff she didn't get. Then one thing caught her eye. An energy detector. The video of the purple dude floated back to her mind. How they were checking out the warehouse because of it emitting a strange energy.

She smirked despite herself. She snatched her phone off the desk and played the video again. She was looking for alien tech. Alien tech that emitted strange energy. Alien tech that belonged to the person who knew the traitor. The traitor who had set her up. Kamala laughed out loud. It was all too easy. She stood up from her chair and walked to the giant white board in her room.

She reprimanded herself for thinking it as her room. But it was. For now anyway. She ripped a page from the notebook and stuck it underneath a safety pin that stuck to a magnet. The magnet had a soft pad on top so you could pin paper to it. Kamala liked that. It gave her more room to draw her notes than on the board. On the board was her goal underlined. Clear name. Two simple words that held so much meaning now. Too much meaning.

She smiled to herself. She placed all the notes to the board. She drew notes in marker on the board beside them. She spent an hour doing that. Until she had a very detailed plan. She had hacked into the website on her laptop to gain access to the Stark Industries system. From there she gained the floor plans for the expo.

She taped it to the wall. Then she marked various points of interest. The security room. The drop off for the inventions. The display areas. Possible attack points. The exits and entrances. She then labeled where she could make a. . .hasty escape if needed. Kamala nodded her head as her plan seemed to cover everything. When was this thing again anyway?

Kamala looked at her laptop and felt the blood drain from her face. It was today? And two hours from now! What was Taskmaster thinking!? She looked at her plan than at the time. She could do this. She gritted her teeth. She needed that energy scanner. If she ever wanted to clear her name she needed it. And a few other things if she had time.

Kamala sighed. She couldn’t go as Ms. Marvel though. And shapeshifting could work but, holding a form that long? She would be pushing herself to the max. So, she needed a new suit. Wonderful. And had less than an hour considering time to get to the expo and sneak in. Also take out security. That too. 

"If you need a suit. I can help with that,” spoke a voice from the doorway. Kamala turned to find Anthony there, nodding approvingly at the board and the notes and floor plan beside it. The polymorph, however, just scowled.

"Oh, so now you want to help? How come?” She snapped, needing to get some of the anger she was feeling off of her chest. The man regarded her for a moment.

"I told you I would provide you with the necessities,” he said calmly. Kamala raised an eyebrow, face one of slight disbelief. 

“I needed a plan. A plan is necessary,” she said her voice dangerously low while she glanced back at the board. Anthony gave her a pointed look.

"That you couldn’t provide on your own?” he added, gesturing to the papers and laptop and board of a plan. Kamala frowned. He did have a point somewhat. Still, she did not want him to be right. But she needed a suit so . . . .

"Fine. Yes, I need a suit. And weapons,” she admitted defeatedly.

She wouldn’t use her powers unless as a last resort. Starting her training with Taskmaster, that was one of the first things he told her. She needed to be a different person as Revenger. Also use her powers as a last resort so the Avengers didn’t connect any dots between Ms. Marvel and this new identity. She breathed hard through her nose. At least she had a solid plan. That was good enough, right?

“Okay. What weapons?” Taskmaster asked.

Kamala thought. She walked over to the dresser beside her bed and pulled the top drawer out. Inside there was the arc reactor charger, her bracelet, and the widow gauntlet. She pulled the gauntlet out and studied it for a moment.

"Think you can make another one these? And swords would be nice,” she said, remembering her mission with Ant-Man where her fencing lessons had actually come in handy. Taskmaster gently took the widow gauntlet from her and held it to eye level.

”I can do you one better. Make one that has Widow Bites and gas. But, what about your bracelet? Don’t you need that to hack the systems?” He answered, putting the gauntlet away. But he asked the last question with concern.

Kamala looked at the bracelet. Tony had made it for her after learning that she had been using a family heirloom. This one was technology added and more durable. It also held compartments. She studied it. Maybe she needed to compromise then. She looked back to Taskmaster. 

“Can you make the gauntlet you were talking about? But just one. I wear that one on my right arm and the bracelet on my left. Then the swords can attach to my back because I’m assuming you have sword holders or whatever. And with a suit that I hope is shock, fire, bullet, and water proof I won’t be recognized in. Also, do you have a spare black mask I can use?” Kamala asked/requested by insinuating.

Anthony just shook his head. “You sure are demanding. You know that, right?” He asked teasingly, smiling.

Kamala laughed a genuine laugh. “Yeah. And but the way . . . thanks. I mean it,” Kamala thanked Anthony with gratitude before the man could leave.

The mercenary nodded his head, smiling. 

“Any time kid. Any time,” he said softly. Kamala smiled. This was going to go fine. It was all going to work out. 

One hour until the expo opened. One hour to get ready. One hour to sneak into a high security event. One hour to hack into security. one hour to steal a few things. One hour. One hour-

“You’re stressing yourself out,” Anthony spoke up form behind her.

She whirled around, yet again, to find him standing behind her. This time with a box. She looked down at it and frowned. Why did he have a box? Was everything in there? He handed her the box and stood there. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?” She asked. He sighed heavily.

"Open it,” he said gesturing to the box. 

“Oh.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, box in her lap. She opened it. In it was a dark blue suit. It kind off reminded her of Romanoff’s. Kamala paused for a second. She meant Widow. It had reminded her of Widow’s suit. Yeah. She unfolded it. The color of it was black. It had a red belt that had pockets. The boots were red. The suit was two piece now that she noticed. The pants were underneath the top. Which was long sleeved thankfully. It resembled her old suit kind of. Just with darker shades of color and inverse of the color scheme.

She tilted her head slightly. The boots were red. And there were gloves too. Probably so she didn’t leave fingerprints. But, what really caught her eye was the mask. Well, she should say masks. The first one covered the bottom half of her face. It was similar to the one Winter Soldier wore when her was with Hydra actually. The second one was like the one she wore with her old costume. Only, the color of it was the same of the suit too. 

She gingerly placed the outfit on the bed. Also in the box were the Widow Gauntlet and sword holsters. Although this gauntlet looked sleeker than the last one. It also seemed a bit shorter as well. 

"I'll leave you to get ready. Come find me in the living room for your swords," Anthony concluded. 

Kamala sighed and got ready. She put on the suit which was actually comfortable. It was cool to the touch too. She slid her bracelet on her left arm and the gauntlet on her right. She then put on the holster for the swords which had a strap like a quiver. 

She then put on the domino mask. She grabbed the one that covered the lower half of her face. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself. Just one mission. It was just for one mission. She placed the face mask on and walked out the room. Well, not before grabbing the arc reactor charger and putting it in one of her pockets. Just to be safe.

Kamala walked into the living room to find Anthony in a suit and holding two katanas. The teen raised an eyebrow at the attire.

"Going for business casual are we TM?" She teased. 

The man chuckled.

"Yup. I'm going to be your chauffer/bodyguard. If anything goes wrong use the comm device. I'm your eyes and ears inside the expo," Anthony said handing her a comm. She put it in.

"Okay. . .and I guess your cover story is a business investor or something?" She asked grabbing the katanas and attaching them to the holsters.

"Well, that's my story now," he replied. The teen stared at him.

"Did you not have a cover story before!?" She exclaimed. Seriously, and she was supposed to be learning from this guy. Kamala rolled her eyes and walked to the door. Anthony got up and did the same. 

"You sure you're ready?" he asked grabbing the doorknob.

Kamala took a shaky breath. She was nervous and scared. But, that didn't matter. She needed to clear her name. If she didn't do that then. . .what had it all been for? Protecting Jersey? Becoming a hero? If all it got her was possibly thrown in a cell? She didn't feel ready. Not at all. But, would she ever be 'ready'? No. She didn't think so.

"No. But I don't have much of a choice do I?" she sighed. Taskmaster opened the door and the two walked out and got into a sleek black car. 

The expo was. . .huge to say the least. Kamala looked in awe at the event. It was night and the expo was lit up like a gala or movie screening. She gawked at how many people came here. Whether for just seeing Stark or the inventions. Still the number of people was grand. 

"Looks like you'll have an audience," Taskmaster chuckled. Kamala whirled her head to him. What did he just say?

"What do you mean audience?" she asked. The man simply smiled at her widely.

"You didn't think this was going to be stealthy stealthy did you? I told you Kamala, you need Revenger to take eyes off of you. Which means Revenger needs to make herself known. By making an entrance," he explained.

Kamala paled. Why? Why? Why? She didn't know how she was supposed to do that! She was only going to steal the energy scanner and a few others but-but this? Taskmaster was crazy. He was crazy.

"Are you serious!?" she exclaimed wildly. The mercenary sent her a confused look.

"Yes. I am. Remember you-"

"Can't win this as a hero! I know. But-but what you're saying I need to do is. . .outlandish!" she interrupted. Taskmaster parked the car in the shadows and turned to her. He looked at her sadly.

"Kam. . .I get it. Not wanting to do this. This life has a multitude of bad sides and negatives. I want you to NOT end up like me. Regretting much of the life you have but think it's okay because you have money. I want you to keep being Ms. Marvel. And the only way to do that right now is to put her away for a while and be Revenger," he said softly.

Kamala looked at her hands folded in her lap. That made sense. More than what she had thought before. And she rarely saw this side of TM. A compassionate side of him besides the mercenary mask he used. She gave him a small smile. 

"Okay," she said.

Anthony smiled back and opened the car door. He then opened hers too. The pair stared at the building in front of them.

"See you in there," he said. Kamala put the face mask on.

"See you in there," she agreed.

Then she took off keeping to the shadows. She was going to make her way to the back of the building. There was a locked door there that lead to security. Revenger hid behind a bush as she surveyed the area. Two burly guards stood at the door. They weren't facing her though. She raised her gauntlet and fired twice.

Once she head a solid thud she dashed from the bush and looked at the door. It was locked. She needed a card to activate the door. Revenger checked one of the bodyguards and found a card. Not a pretty picture he had for it. She took the card and discreetly used her now embiggened hands to put both bodyguards behind the bush. Kamala then used the card to enter the back way. 

She walked the hallway to the security room. The hallway didn't have any security cameras which Revenger thought was a little reckless of Stark. She shrunk down and slipped under the door. There was a chair in the room with a guy in it. He had music playing. Revenger returned to her normal size and walked behind the guy shocking him. She then placed the unconscious man on the ground and sat in the seat. The teen opened up the security feed.

People were bustling through the expo. A stage was there too. Concealed by a red curtain. An entrance idea formed in her mind as she didn't see the new Iron Man armor on display. Kamala found Tony by the stage talking to three people. It looked like Rogers, Romanoff, and Dr. Banner. Shoot. Well, she did count on some of them being here. She was surprised Hawkeye wasn't there.

Then again the archer did make his distaste for these events known. She could take out Widow and Cap easy enough. But Hulk? She had to be careful. A whole different plan was for Stark. She then hacked into the systems and looped the security feed so everything seemed normal. With security out of the way, Revenger then moved on to the next part of her plan. Steal the energy scanner. She could give it to Taskmaster to keep safe. She activated her comm.

"TM?" she asked.

"Yeah? Did something happen?" he asked concerned. 

"No. In fact, everything is going smooth so far. I have an entrance planned. But, I need you to hold on to the energy scanner and another thing I'm stealing," Kamala reassured. 

"Okay. Are we doing a drop off situation or am I meeting you?" he asked. 

"Drop off. I'm leaving it by the back door where I entered. Be there soon," Kamala said.

She turned a bend and came up the storage room where the Stark inventions were to be rolled out. Several Stark employees were checking them. Not too many for her to handle though. Revenger dashed from the corner and fired from her gauntlet, some of the employees falling to the ground whit a thud. She hid behind a crate and looked from behind it.

"What was that?" someone asked.

"I found someone. They're knocked out cold!" came another voice. 

"Oh no . . . we need to alert--"

Revenger shocked that person and leapt from the crate drawing her swords. She was glad her parents let her take fencing. She sliced through one person's gun. What was this sword made of? Revenger dodged one attack and kicked the person square in the chest sending him flying. One woman reached for her comm device, probably to alert someone. Revenger shot her with a gauntlet while ruining her comm device in the process too.

The other employees now just charged at her. Smirking, she flipped backwards causing two to crash into each other. The pair now dazed and confused, fell to the floor long enough for Revenger to take on the others. She hit one on the head with the blunt of the sword, knocking them out. She hit one guy in the neck like how she had done to Widow. Then shocked the other two that were dazed and getting up with her gauntlet. 

"Well . . . that was a workout," Revenger said to herself, panting a little. 

She then checked the crates. She had searched six crates before she found what she was looking for. The energy scanner. It was in a locked crate with the lock being, unsurprisingly, electronic. She hacked the lock and pushed the lid opened without a care of the noise it made when crashing to the ground. The scanner was kind of like a radar on a boat in shape. The screen was just purple instead. She looked around and tried to find the other thing she was searching for. Something that was being shipped from the expo. It wasn't for her. It was for Peter.

She looked around until she saw the containment unit. She looked inside and in there was a black ooze. Venom. Well, not Venom exactly. Someone had created another symbiote. The Avengers had taken custody of it. But, with the traitor in the Avengers Kamala didn't want a symbiote empowered Avenger on her hands. Grabbing the container, she put it in the crate with the scanner for safe keeping.

She put the lid back on the crate and sighed. Then the thought hit her. How was she supposed to carry this back? Embiggened hands? That could work. But, she was only supposed to use her powers unless she was absolutely sure she wasn't being possibly watched. She then looked under the crate. It had wheels. Revenger face palmed at her sudden discovery. She needed to pay more attention to her surroundings. She wheeled the crate back to the door and pushed the door open to find Anthony there waiting. 

"Hi," she said. Taskmaster nodded at her and eyed the crate. 

"Will Stark notice that one crate is gone? You're supposed to make sure they notice," he told her. She smirked.

"Oh, they will notice. Let's just say Stark has only one of both things here in stock. So, it's sure to be missing. Not to mention I grabbed one of the displays. Now he won't have that. Or the people meant to bring them out," She said. Taskmaster raised his eyebrow.

"Oh? What happened to the helpers?"

"Unconscious." Was the only answer she gave him to chew on. Then, she turned around to walk back into the building. But, not before saying something over her shoulder.

"Now hurry and get back inside before you miss the show!"

Revenger hurried through the building, sprinting. She came up on the stage where the suit was supposed to be displayed. The curtains were still drawn, thankfully. She got out her bracelet and started hacking. She had ten minutes. Ten minutes before the show began. A beep sounded from her bracelet indicating it was done. Revenger brought up the new Iron Man armor systems. She activated the suit and opened it up. Revenger stepped inside the suit and closed it, taking a deep breath. She could do this. She had to.

It immediately started changing plates and shifted to fit her. She hummed in surprise. Stark really went all out with this. Too bad it was about to be destroyed. She walked away from the stage and shot up to ceiling in the dark as silently as she could. This way, all she had to do was wait. The armor helped her hack the audio and light system to make sure her apperance gave the whole spectacle Anthony wanted.

All she had to do was wait. Five more minutes. She heard someone walking onto the stage. Tony. She heard applauding and people cheering. She frowned. How can people like someone who was ready to distrust one of their own so quickly?

Because they don't know. Because they wouldn't believe you. Wouldn't believe a kid compared to the great Iron Man. Because they always compare me to the other Avengers.

Revenger scowled. She needed to stop letting herself sink into that hole. She heard Stark speak up and tuned into the speech. 

"Now, I know what you all are here for. The new Iron Man armor! Right?" he said pumping the crowd up. The roar of applause was an obvious answer. 

"Okay, okay . . . I am no patient man myself so let's get this over with, huh? Now, I introduce to you all . . . the new Iron Man armor!" Tony Stark said with his best spokesman voice. Kamala grinned from behind the layers of masks she wore. 

But, as the curtains were raised, there was no armor. Everyone gasped in disappointment and shock. The other Avengers glanced at each other suspiciously. They were starting to think something was up.

"What the . . .?" Tony Stark whispered in disbelief. "Where did it go?"

"Surprised that your armor went missing?" Revenger spoke through the audio, her voice booming across the expo and causing everyone to look around for the source of the voice.

Though Kamala made sure her voice was a bit distorted. She didn't want the Avengers connecting any dots after all. Revenger flew down and smashed the stage in Iron Man's classic pose of him punching the ground. The fangirl her would have been squealing her life out right now. But Revenger? She was mocking Tony. Several people screamed in a panic and tried to run. But the doors were locked. Wait. When had the doors lock? That wasn't supposed to happen. 

"I locked the doors. Just to make sure everyone gets a good look at Revenger," Taskmaster's voice ranged in her ear. Oh. 

"Who are you?" Tony asked. Revenger turned to him in the suit. The other Avengers were on there with him now. Excluding Hulk. Where was he?

"Why do you want to know?" Revenger asked instead. The crowd had gone silent, watching the exchange with wide and fesrful eyes. 

"I would like to know who hacked into my suit. That's impressive," Tony said with a raised eyebrow. Revenger smirked. Oh if only he knew . . . .

"Revenger. Nice to meet ya," she replied and fired at Captain America. He held his shield in front of him, protecting himself from any damage. 

"Tony! Why do your suits always get hacked!" came a voice. Oh no. 

"Not my fault Clint!" Tony shouted back. Just then Revenger got assaulted by arrows, causing her to have to fly in the air and shoot at the archer. 

"Don't scratch my suit!" Tony yelled. 

"Can't make any promises!" Black Widow shouted as she jumped on the back of the suit."We need to take this thing down!" 

Revenger deactivated the suit and jumped out. But not before leaving a little gift for Tony. She tucked and rolled on the stage and jumped up, looking back where the suit was hovering. She looked around. Hulk had smashed the doors open and now it was just her and the Avengers. Revenger smirked. 

"Well, it was lovely meeting you all. But, I have to go. Oh, and Stark. You might want to check your inventory," Revenger said and fired a smoke dart from the gauntlet.

It blinded most of the Avengers and she sprinted away while she could. Shrinking down when none of them were looking. She raced to the car where Taskmaster was in the driver's seat. Once Kamala had closed the door, he sped out of there before anyone could see them. They were gone without a trace and left the Avengers wondering what happened. 

Back with the Avengers, Tony coughed as the smoke cleared. He looked around and found the suit sparking and dismantled on the stage floor. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Revenger had . . . destroyed his suit. Tony couldn't process it. He had spent weeks designing the suit. The other Avengers gasped at the sight. Steve placed a hand on his teammate's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Tony. We'll find them," he said. A Stark employee ran onto the stage. He looked a bit bruised in the head. Almost as if someone hit him in the head.

"Sir! Someone broke in and they . . . they took the energy scanner and symbiote that was supposed to be transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D."

The Avengers all looked at each other in shock. Just who was Revenger and what was their goal?

TWO DAYS LATER . . .

Kamala sat on her bed and held her phone. She was thinking about how the expo had went. Now, the Avengers were sure to focus on someone who had stolen a highly dangerous substance. She was debating on whether or not to call Peter and tell him about it. Just then she got a text on her phone. It was from her Ammi.

Ammi: We are leaving the airport, Beta. We should be home soon. 

Me: See you soon Ammi!

She sighed wondering how she would still clear her name with her parents now. Surely, her Ammi would ask the Avengers something and they would tell about her being kicked off the team. She needed to find a way to make sure that her mom didn't worry. Or tried to contact the Avengers. She decided it would be best to greet her parents and make sure they didn't ask anything that would lead them to contact the Avengers. 

She left her room to head to her house. Telling Taskmaster she was leaving. Little did she know that Peter was doing the same thing with his aunt. And it wasn't going to end well for either of them . . . .

Vision flew to the Parker residence. He was going to have to make sure that Spider-Man wasn't a problem. He was entering the final stages of the plan. He needed to ended this now. Or else. . .he wouldn't be happy. The synthezoid disguised himself and knocked on the door. He waited patiently. A woman opened the door. She smiled at him kindly.

"Hello. Can I help you with something?" she asked. 

"Yes. I am here to discuss about your nephew, Peter Parker," Vision said calmly. 

The elderly looked at him a bit startled then opened the door.

"Come in. I have tea and crackers," she said politely.

Vision sat on the couch in the living room. He then dropped the disguise and looked around the house. May Parker than walked in with a tray. She screamed and dropped the tray upon seeing the Vision. She stared at him shocked. The Vision turned to her and stood up.

Activating the video he showed it to her. It was the video he had downloaded from the Avengers Tower. Granted it was modified to fit his purposes but Mrs. Parker didn't need to know that. May Parker watched the video of Peter and Kamala talking. But, from what it looked like it seemed the two were working against the Avengers. 

Aunt May watched the video blankly. When the video ended Vision made his voice sympathetic before speaking. He needed to convince the older Parker that Peter was doing wrong and working against the Avengers. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. But, I must inform you that your nephew is Spider-Man and has been working against the Avengers."

May looked him right in the eye and narrowed her own eyes threateningly. She frowned at the synthezoid. Putting her hands on her hips she said sternly to him-

"I know my nephew and he is not a villain! If he is Spider-Man, he is a hero that has saved multiple lives! I know my nephew and he is not working against the Avengers! You. Are. Lying."

Vision frowned. He thought he could get to Spider-Man through May Parker. But, maybe he still could. Vision grabbed the elderly by the throat and slammed her against the wall forcefully. May cried out in pain and wheezed at the pressure applied to her neck. Vision dropped her as she slumped against the wall unconscious. He grabbed a paper and pen and left a note for Peter. Then the Vision flew off without a trace. 

Peter was actually just down the street. He came into the house and called out to May. He didn't hear an answer so he walked into the living room. He cried out at seeing his Aunt slumped against the wall. he ran over to her and checked for a pulse. It was weak. Peter fumbled for his phone and dialed 9-1-1. He breathed rapidly as the line picked up.

"Hello? This is 911, what can I help you with?" a lady asked.

"My aunt she-she-I don't know what happened. I came in and she was slumped against the wall. Please help," Peter sobbed out, not sure what to do. 

"Help is on the way, don't worry," the woman said. "Stay on the phone with me, okay?"

Peter managed to make out a watery yes. He held his Aunt May's hand and begged her to wake up. He couldn't loose her too. not after uncle ben. Not her too. Not her too. The boy sobbed as he rested his forehead against his aunt's.

He looked around and his eyes landed on the note Vision left behind. He picked the letter up and read through it. His eyes narrowing and hands clenching the paper more and more as he read the note. His anger grew as he knew who had done this. 

Kamala walked down the street to her house. She opened the door and walked in. 

"Ammi! Abu! I'm home!" she called.

There was no answer. She frowned. They should have been back by now. The teen walked into the living room and screamed. Her parents were there but-but . . . she watched as her mother, father, and brother- her family disappeared right before her eyes and turned to dust. Kamala screamed again and rushed forward. She picked up the dust and sobbed.

"No. No no no no. Please no. Don't go," she sobbed.

This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. This . . . they couldn't be. They just couldn't. Not-no. Kamala cried and begged for her family to come back. She pulled at her hair. She felt like she was going insane. She felt her whole entire world crumbling apart. Shattering. Tearing. She looked around frantically. Trying to think of help or find a way to bring them back. Something. There had to be something! Anything! 

"Looks like you truly are alone now," came a cold voice. Kamala looked up through her blurry eyesight and stood up, wiping her tears. Vision stood there smiling. 

". . .Vision?" she whispered. He wouldn't-he wouldn't!

"I'm surprised how easy it was to get to you. Honestly it was so simple. From impersonating Black Widow to get the recording of you and Spider-Man to convincing others that you were a common criminal. Although that didn't end well. Had to take care of May-"

"Don't you dare say her name! What did you do to her!?" Kamala screamed hysterically. If he hurt either her or Peter . . . .

"Oh don't worry. Peter will find May Parker soon enough. Or not. Though your case is different. I applaud you for fighting so hard. Although, I think me giving Stark the idea of putting a bounty on your head was creative. Who do you think made sure your authorization at the tower worked? Who made it seemed you and Spider-Man worked against the Avengers? Made your family leave to Karachi? Only to bring them back to make them disappear to dust with the soul stone? Honestly Kamala, I thought you were clever," Vision tutted her disappointedly. 

"You-you did-all-why? YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!" Kamala screamed in fury.

She tackled Vision and electrocuted him with her gauntlet she was hiding under her sleeve. She embiggened her fist and slammed it into Vision's face three times before he stopped her fist. The sythezoid tossed her into a wall. She groaned in pain. Kamala panted and shakily stood up. Vision then grabbed her and flew upwards and forward. He then slammed her into the floor of something. She wheezed as the air was knocked out of her lungs.

Her head lolled and her brain recognized the roof's rough texture. She was at Avengers Tower. Crud. She winced as she felt bruised ribs. Her body was screaming at her to stop moving. To give up. She limped toward the door that would get her inside the tower. There she could get her spare suit. Kamala whimpered in pain. Vision kicked her in the back sending her flying to the ground.

She rolled to the side, barely missing a blast. Vision punched her in the face and Kamala felt her jaw swell. She cried out in pain as tears poured down her face. From grief. From tiredness. From pain. Vision was about to hit her with a blast when something pulled him from behind. Next thing she knew, Kamala was being carried bridal style into the tower. 

"Hm?" she said around her swollen jaw. 

"Don't worry, Kam. I'm here, it's okay. When you're safe I'm going to beat the ever living circuits out of that robot," Peter said softly. The last part turning dark and threatening compared to before.

"No . . . Peter, I just need food. Then I'll be fine," she said.

She heard the thwack of Peter's webshooters and someone shout. She felt it as Peter started to sprint. The ride getting a little bumpy. Kamala giggled a bit feeling lightheaded. She was pretty sure she hit her head somewhere along the fight.

She pointed weakly with her hand to a room. Peter then dashed into the room and locked the door quickly. He gently set her down on the bed before scurrying around. She looked around her old room in Avengers Tower, waves of bitterness finding their way into her heart. She felt Peter bring a drink to her lips carefully. Kamala drank it thankfully, feeling her healing factor start up again. 

"Tell me when you're healed, okay?" Peter asked through a cracked voice.

Kamala felt her ribs heal and she sat up. Peter then gave her a protein bar that was on her desk in the room. She chewed it as she felt her chin start to heal and everywhere else that was in pain. She ate the whole pack of the food bars in her room before she felt better. She then went to the closet and grabbed her spare costume. 

"I'll go web the hallway," Peter said, walking out.

Kamala then changed into her suit and stepped out the room. Peter lowered himself from the ceiling. He was awfully quiet. It was May. He was worried about her. the tensed body posture practically screamed it. 

"I heard what he did to May," Kamala said softly. She was angry too. Vision had gone too far. 

"He-Her vitals are low. They said-they said she might not . . ." he broke off into sobs ripping his mask off.

Kamala held him. She felt herself cry too. Felt the memory of her family disappearing like ash. Seeing them disappear into ash. It all came crashing down on her as she started to shake violently. She felt Peter move from her and stare at her. She couldn't look him in the eyes. Peter cupped her face and gently turned her to face him. She could see the tear tracks on his face. His eyes were wide and pleading. Asking why she was so upset. 

"He killed all of them Peter, he-he--now they're-they're . . . THEY'RE GONE!" she sobbed out through clenched teeth, tears pouring down her face.

Peter grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. Kamala looked at him with empty eyes filled with grief. He looked sad and furious and tired. Kamala was too. She pulled at her hair and started breaking down. What were they supposed to do!? They were teenagers for crying out loud! They couldn't . . . the Avengers caused all of this. They let this all happen under their noses. Kamala clenched her teeth and hands. 

"I'm going to kill him," she seethed. Her sadness disappeared and was replaced with vengeful fury. 

A blast tore through the webs and showed all the Avengers there. Ms. Marvel laughed hysterically. She held her sides and felt everyone looking at her concerned. She didn't care. She thought this was hilarious! Earth's Mightiest Hero's coming to end them! To arrest them when the real villain had murdered her family! They were just villains too. Every. Last. One of them. Helping the Villain. That's all the Avengers were doing. She laughed again at irony of it all. She was going insane wasn't she?

"Ms. Marvel . . . you need help. Let us help you," Black Widow spoke carefully. The girl whirled on her, finally snapping.

"HELP!? NOW YOU WANT TO HELP ME!? HELP ME BY TEARING THAT ROBOT BIT FROM BIT FOR MURDERING MY FAMILY!" she screamed in rage, pointing at Vision.

Her hands tensed again as if someone was stretching them beyond their limit, making her muscles burn. The Avengers paused at what she said, trying to figure out the meaning while Kamala flexed her hands. Until one of them snapped out of their shocked trance. Iron Man stepped in front of Vision, arms spread out slightly. Kamala tilted her head at him curiously.

"Not happening," he said sternly, teeth clenched. 

Kamala let out a feral scream and charged at Iron Man. Raising both hands into the air, she imagined two embiggened fists smashing right through him--

And two double bladed axes smashed through Tony's suit instead. Everyone stared, shocked at the scene. Kamala stared at her hands embedded into the now damaged suit. Had she just--? Shapeshifting . . . .

A feral grin split her face. She was going to hammer Vision into a pile of scraps. She pulled her hands from Iron Man's suit, the force pushing her back some as well as sending Iron Man stumbling back a little. 

"Ms. Marvel . . . let's. Talk. This. Through," Tony started to try and pacify her when she leapt straight over him and punched Vision across the face with an embiggened meat tenderizer.

"Ms. Marvel! Spider-Man, please! We're trying to save you!" Black Widow pleaded, shocking the two teens with her Widow bites.

The two teens cried out in agony as the electricity ran through their body, convulsing her muscles. Kamala huffed. Save her? They wanted to save her? Her?

"You're too late to save me, Natasha," she said, emotionless. The spy looked at her horrified and backed away. 

It was a blur honestly. Kamala should have calmed herself down and took the open door Natasha was giving her. Told them that Vision was the traitor. Maybe . . . but she couldn't see through the pain and grief. She just couldn't. So that's how she ended up back on the roof with Spider-Man. Slick with sweat and blood. S.H.I.E.L.D. and others joining the fight. Must've been that stupid bounty Vision was talking about.

She gritted her teeth and looked at them all. She couldn't believe the Avengers actually got S.H.I.E.L.D. involved. She panted. She was tiring. So was Peter. They couldn't keep this up. they couldn't. They were going to get thrown into a cell. And she was probably going to be sent to the mental ward. She looked frantically around. There had to be something. Just then a rain of blaster fire hit several agents and Ironheart knocking them unconscious. 

"Well, are you dolts just going to stand there or run?" a voice said to them. Spider-Man whirled around, lenses widening.

"OCK!?" he exclaimed.

"Yes, me. I am saving you once again. Now take Ms. Marvel and run!" he exclaimed.

Spider-Man grabbed Ms. Marvel by the waist and jumped off the roof. The two web swinging away. Her heart rate was beating so fast it felt like it would burst. She sobbed into Peter's shoulder. She didn't know why. 

Get yourself together. You're still in danger. Kamala scolded herself. 

"I know where we can hide. That way," Kamala told Peter and directed him to Taskmaster's house.

The two ran to the door. Kamala knocked on the door frantically. Taskmaster opened the door up and looked annoyed until he saw the pair's condition. He ushered them inside and shut the door. The next hour was spent cleaning wounds and telling about what happened. By the end of it Kamala was in her room staring at the giant white board.

Kamala stared at the whiteboard blankly. Not really feeling any emotion. The CLEAR NAME clear as day. Was that what she wanted now? To clear her name? Or did she want something else? 

I don't want to be an Avenger anymore . . .

She took a step towards the board.

I don't want to just clear my name . . .

Another step.

I want them to see how wrong they are . . .

She was only three steps farther. 

I want them to feel what I felt . . .

Two more steps.

I want . . . I don't want to play the hero anymore . . .

Besides, she couldn't win this as a hero anyway could she? She had tried every peaceful way and method. Tried to not hurt them. It all just lead to her being hurt in the end. Her being the one that all the aggression was targeted on. Every way to not hurt them and they kept hurting her. Over and over again. She was tired.

Tired of being stabbed in the back. Tired of being the only one in pain. Tired of being the hero for so long only to get it all snatched away from her. Kamala frowned at the board. She reached up and erased 'Clear Name.' She smiled. A smile that was forced, tired, sad, and dark all at once. She wrote something else in its place for her goal. One word. One word that was what she probably wanted more than anything. 

Revenge. 

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Tony was fixing Vision's right arm when Natasha came in. The kid had sliced it with her axe blade hand. Tony sneered. Since when has she had that ability? Did she hide it from them? He had only just finished repairing the arm the other kid tore with his webbing! 

"You're really going to patch him up?" She asked. Tony glanced over at her.

"Yes, I am. He needs to function in order for us to interrogate him," Tony said keeping his anger in check.

"I think he can function just fine without his arms," Black Widow commented, her voice cool and calm. 

Tony sighed. “I don’t think so. Besides, I cut off his access to the worldwide web so he won’t be able to do much. And these restraints I have are countering to phasing so, yeah. You can leave now.”

The mechanic turned upon hearing the clank of metal to see the Black Widow slapping on the metal band. The one to counter Vision’s phasing. 

Tony shot the spy a glare. Who just seemed unimpressed and simply shrugged. Tony reached to take the cuff off when Natasha slapped his hand harshly. Tony scowled. What had he done now?

"You know Natasha if I didn't know any better I'd say you know more than you let on," Tony snorted. Black Widow narrowed her eyes.

"Oh? And what about Vision? Tony he put May Parker in the hospital! And Kamala's family is gone! There's only ash! Vision did THIS!" Natasha yelled.

This caused the genius to pause. He didn't know about THAT happening. He thought the two teens were just caught up in everything. The only warning bells Tony got from Vision was when Kamala said Vision murdered her family. 

"What . . .?" Tony asked his voice weak. Natasha fixed him with a fiery glare.

"This is our fault, Tony. The kids have every right to be mad at us," she stated.

Then she left. Tony thought it over. Things started to click together in his head. Especially the expo. There could be only one person to hack his suit like that. Specifically one teen who had the motive.

Which meant Kamala Khan had the Venom container. Which also held the Carnage symbiote container he had hidden inside of Venom's containment. Tony sighed heavily and dropped the tool he had been using. They were screwed for sure.  

Peter knocked lightly on Kamala's door. He couldn't sleep and wondered if she was up. When he didn't hear an answer he started to walk away. Until he heard shuffling from the inside. Peter turned back around and opened the door slightly. 

Inside, he saw Kamala on her bed. Papers were strewn on her bed too, from what he could see. He opened the door fully and stepped in. He had to correct himself. There were papers strewn everywhere in her room. He looked up from the floor and found Kamala studying some papers that were held loosely in her hands.

"Kamala?" He asked in a soft voice.

Then Peter felt his heart break. She had looked up at him so hopefully, almost longing. Only to see it was not who she hoped it would be. Not her family.

The broken look was there for only a second until it was replaced by relief and concern. Peter understood the look regardless. He missed his aunt too. Constantly, he woke up through the night wanting Aunt May to just come through the door, late from work. But she never did. She never would.

"Peter? What are you doing up so late?" She whispered, tilting her head to the side.

Peter smiled at her when she did it. Like how she always unconsciously brought a hand up to her chin when thinking. It was one of her habits he noticed about her. How did he not realize he was in love sooner?! 

"I could ask you the same thing, but . . . I couldn't sleep. Nightmares."

"Oh. Do you want to stay in here? I’m not going to sleep any time soon,” Kamala offered.

Peter paused for a second, but then nodded. Being mindful of her papers, he climbed onto the bed and shuffled close to Kamala. The boy laid his head on her shoulder and sighed heavily with the tiredness of having a nightmare weighing down on him. 

Kamala absent-mindedly started to run her fingers through his hair, still studying the paper in her other one. Peter liked how she could multi-task. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a little side hug, holding her close. Kamala laid her head on top of his in response and puffed out a small chuckle. 

He started to doze off soon enough. That was, until he saw a container holding something that looked suspiciously like Venom. He shot up, startling his girlfriend in the process. 

"Peter?" She asked, bewildered at his sudden reaction. 

"What is that?" He asked, pointing to the container. Kamala gave him a confused look then turned to her desk to see what had made the boy jump so badly. 

"Oh, that? It's a symbiote. I thought you faced Venom before?" The teen said casually as if people talked about this type of subject everyday. 

"But-but that's Venom. Why is he here?!" Peter panicked. He did NOT want to deal with the symbiote again anytime soon. Kamala regarded him thoughtfully. 

"I was going to give him to you. I found it at the expo so I figured--"

"Wait, hold up. You were where? Kamala, that was dangerous! The Avengers would have recognized you in a heartbeat!" Peter lightly scolded her, shock painted across his features. Kamala smirked.

"No, they wouldn't have. I wasn't Kamala then. I was--well, it doesn't matter. Point is, I was going to give Venom to you until . . ." Kamala trailed off, looking angry and lost.

She was probably thinking about Vision's little visit to the two of them. Peter wrapped his arms around Kamala again, pulling her onto his lap. He gently rocked her side to side to calm her as she let out small sobs. 

"Hey. Hey, stay with me," Peter whispered into her ear.

"I'm here," the polymorph whispered back, tears welling in her eyes.

Her voice cracked when she said it though. Kamala  buried her face into Peter's shoulder. He felt the wetness of tears and held her tighter.

"I-I just thought . . . it would w-work out. B-but it d-didn't and now they're . . . gone," Kamala sobbed out. 

Peter stroked her hair and let his own silent tears fall. The hospital said they would call him if anything happened. Or if Aunt May woke up. He hadn't heard anything though for over an hour. 

Kamala chuckled, causing him to look down and find a broken look in her eyes.

"I don't regret slicing Vision's arm one bit," she said with no particular emotion, staring at the wall. Peter hummed in agreement. That dumb toaster hurt Aunt May. Hospitalized her. Hurt her. He doesn't think he could look the Vision in the eyes and not hurt him. 

"And the Avengers let this all happen," Kamala spoke up again. That was true. They hadn't listened at all. Then they claimed to try and help them? He didn't get it. 

"So, any idea how we're going to hurt them back?" Kamala asked. Hurt the Avengers? Could they even do that? Hurt Earth's mightiest? Peter thought. He honestly didn't have any ideas. Too tired ans too concerned about . . . everything else. 

"No," he said sadly, shrugging his shoulders. Then looked around the room at all the papers.

"Is that what the papers are for?" Peter asked, drawing two and two together. It would make sense why Kamala had been so engrossed with them earlier.

Kamala nodded her head and picked up the paper she had been studying, handing it to Peter. The boy took it and scanned over the words. Man, Kamala went hard into research when she wanted something. 

It was about Stark Industries past shipments. They were weapons. He didn't know that Iron Man had shipped weapons before. Nor did he know Mr. Stark would ever make weapons like these. 

"What's this?" Peter asked confused. Kamala laid back, her head resting on his chest and very much using him as a pillow. Not that he minded but you couldn't tell from his beet red face. 

"Blackmail. Possible ways to just . . . make them feel what we felt. All that fear and pain. I--the Avengers are wrong. Everyone believes them and they're wrong," Kamala sneered.

"We could ruin their reputation with the media?" Peter suggested. Kamala moved so she was facing him and grabbed a paper from the floor. She held it up for him to see.

"I thought that too, but many people have already tried that. So I thought: What if we destroyed them in another way?"

"Another way?" Peter prompted. 

"Made them look like how they made us look," she explained. Peter tilted his head. He glanced at the container again. And idea popping up in his mind.

"What about . . . nevermind, that's too dangerous," Peter stopped with a shake of his head.

Kamala looked at him with wide eyes. "What?" 

Peter looked at the container again and then at Kamala. The girl quickly caught on.

"Use Venom? Peter that could work!" She immediately agreed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Peter shook his head. "It's too dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt."

Kamala got up from the bed and started pacing the room. Her face started to scrunch up the longer she thought. Peter thought she looked cute when she did that. Her hand came to her chin as she turned to face him. Snapping the boy out of his own train of thought

"Fine. We won't use it then. We take Venom and give it to Vision. We said we wanted to hurt them back. This way their image, status, everything is ruined by the one who started it. Better yet, why not do more than just give it to Vision?" Kamala suggested. Peter had to admit it would work. 

And that stupid robot would know not to mess with Aunt May or Kamala again . . . .

"We could lock them all in the tower. None of them can leave until they get their punishment," Peter added on. The former Avenger nodded her head.

"Get revenge for everything they took," Kamala whispered angrily.

Her eyes started watering. Aunt May immediately flashed back to his mind, holding on for dear life. She had a chance. But Kamala's family? Peter stood up and walked over to her. He took her hands in his, squeezing hers reassuringly.

"I miss her," he said, resting his forehead against hers. Kamala squeezed his hands reassuringly. 

"I miss them too," she said. She looked at the container again.

"Taskmaster won't let us leave out of here with that container though. Actually, scratch that. I don't think he's going to let us leave at all," Kamala spoke. Peter sighed tiredly.

"Why not?" He asked, feeling a wave of resentment towards the man. 

"He doesn't like any of this. And my best guess? He thinks we're both liabilities now," Kamala answered, picking up another piece of paper and studying it.

"Okay. What if we sneak out? With one us wearing the symbiote and that person gives it to Vision?" Peter suggested, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Kamala tilted her head to the side. She hummed and picked up another paper. Then, looked back at the container as if thinking something through. Peter walked over to her and intertwined their fingers. 

"What is it?" He asked gently. 

"It's just . . . what if we stop this? What if we do-do what others couldn't?" Kamala asked vaguely. The spider teen furrowed his brows in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked. Kamala looked him straight in the eyes.

"I have a plan. We give the symbiote to Vision and he ruins the Avengers image. But, we don't stop there. We hack the tower and lock it so no one gets out like you said. Only next we destroy Stark's livelihood. I can hack into the system and download a virus. Then, destroy his suit like I did the other one. We can basically disassemble the Avengers!" The teen rushed out eyes full of determination.

Peter's mouth dropped open in shock. He hadn't expected . . . that. Borderline he just wanted Mr. Stark and that stupid robot to suffer. Along with every one of the Avengers who hurt his girlfriend.

Kamala stared at him with expecting eyes waiting for an answer. Peter leaned forward their faces inches apart. This was for May who was battling for her life. For Kamala who the Avengers let one of their own just . . . do all of this to her.

"Let’s do it. They deserve it after everything they did,” He growled out.

Kamala hugged him and mumbled a thank you into his shoulder. Peter placed a kiss on her forehead and laid his chin on top of her head. Peter sighed a little, feeling calmer than before. The two pulled back from each other. 

"Thank you again. Just . . . I-I don't know how I would do this without you," Kamala whispered, fiddling with her hands.

She could honestly say less. He would never let Kamala get hurt like this again. If that meant destroying the Avengers--a bunch of jerks who believed a murderer over someone who has shown nothing but genuine want to help--to protect his aunt and girlfriend? He was going to do it. He failed to protect his last bit of family on this earth. But, he would NOT fail with Kamala. Not like with Aunt May. Peter closed the distance between them and kissed Kamala on the lips. 

"Don't worry. I promise I'm not letting them hurt you anymore," Peter promised after they broke the kiss.

He cupped the side of her face with his hand, taking his other hand to hold hers. He felt Kamala lean into the touch as she brought her other hand up to hold his there. She smiled.

"And I'm not letting any of them hurt you. I would pull out my ax and meat tenderizer before that ever happened," she vowed with some sass leaking into her voice.

Peter smirked. Maybe it was too early to say it. But, it was what he felt. Besides, how much worse could his Parker luck get? Not any worse than now, that's for sure. 

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she whispered back. 

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Kamala and Peter stood in front of the container, both in their suits as they gazed at the liquid symbiote inside. Kamala took a deep breath. This was it. No turning back. Honestly did she even want to at this point? 

Kamala pressed the release button for the container. She reached over and grabbed the lid, turning it until a soft click sounded. And then another container rose from inside the first, bigger container. Kamala looked at the new container in confusion. What? How did this get here? Did Stark know he was transporting two symbiotes? Kamala squinted at the new container and inspected it. There was a liquid in there that looked like Venom but . . . it was black AND red. 

"Should there be two?" Peter asked, scratching his head.

"Crud. I was about to ask you the same thing," Kamala muttered aloud.

Peter hummed unhappily. "So, it's a new type of symbiote?" 

"Probably? Maybe there's a label that explains it? Let's see what we've got here," Kamala said, grabbing the inside container and looking for a label of some sort.

She turned it over onto the back and smiled. There on the back wide and huge was the label she had been looking for. It read: Carnage. Symbiote. Hazard of high danger level. Use severe caution. DO NOT TOUCH. Kamala snorted and rolled her eyes at the warning. That was obvious enough to NOT do. 

"Huh. Seems like another Venom. Just different colors," she informed Peter. The boy glanced back at Venom and thought over something for a moment.

"Then you'll take the red ond and I'll take Venom?" Peter asked. Kamala nodded, gripping the container tighter. 

"How do we do this?" The polymorph asked, an eyebrow raising in question. Peter smiled at her and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. 

"Just stay calm, okay? Don't panic." Kamala rolled her eyes.

"That one sentence alone is enough to cause me to panic, Peter," the girl retorted sarcastically. The boy, however, just chuckled in response to his girlfriend's sarcastic words. 

"Ready?" He asked. Kamala took a deep breath and grabbed the handle of the lid, fingers twitching in anticipation as she twisted the lid off.

"Ready." 

Kamala allowed the symbiote to bond with her as it sprung out. It was. . .weird to say the least. Then, she blinked and the symbiote was covering her, costume changed and all. Her boots were now black with the yellow accents red just like her pants and sleeves. The burkini had turned black with red details that reminded her of vines slithering on the ground. Now her red scarf had black edges instead of the usual yellow accents, matching her mask. Besides that she felt fine and the same. Great actually. Stronger. More powerful. She still checked herself to see if anything was wrong though, not wanting to take the chance. 

"How do you feel?" Peter aksed her, his voice knocking her out of her trance.

He was sitting on the bed, looking at her worriedly. His suit was the same it had been when he first had Venom and was using the symbiote as Spider-Man. His mask was retracted though to show his face. His eyes were looking at her curiously, waiting--almost begging--for an answer.  

"Great," She answered, smiling.

Now they could make the Avengers pay. Pay for taking her family away. For allowing a murderer on their team. For allowing all of this to happen. For making her making her feel like an outcast and go through all this grief and making her suffer.

We will make them pay. . .make them suffer.

Kamala blinked. That was weird. Had she just talked as if there were two of her? Well, there was her and Peter that's what she meant. Yeah. She meant her and Peter would make them pay. 

"Did you hear Carnage?" Peter asked, startling Kamala. The Inhuman turned to him with a start, eyebrows raised in shock. What?

"Did I hear. . .what? What do you mean?" She asked, panicking. Peter slowly approached her and gently took her hands in his. 

"Symbiotes can talk to you in your head. Right now, Venom is going on a rant about being right and that I needed him all along. He is very wrong but that doesn't matter right now. Did Carnage say anything?" He clarified the question. Kamala shook her head. 

"Peter," Kamala whispered, scared.

The boy looked at her with concern. Originally, he had looked away with an annoyed expression on his face. Kamala wondered what conversation the two were having. Probably one with Venom saying he was right and Peter was wrong. 

"Hm?" 

"Do you think we can do this?" She asked, her breath quickening.

What if they couldn't? What if this had all been for nothing? Losing her place on the Avengers and the pain and suffering. Losing her family. Losing everything. Andtheguiltandthepainandsufferingandguiltandlossandmorepainandsufferingalloveragainandpain-

Peter wrapped and arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, whispering reassurances. Kamala wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to focus on her breathing. She even tried to steady her erratic state with deep breathes but only quick gasps made it into her lungs. Peter, seeing this, used his free hand to cup her cheek and turn her face up to look at his. She felt her heart stop pounding as Peter's thumb gently stroke her cheek in a back and forth motion. He was trying to sooth her she finally realized. Kamala melted into the gesture, resting her head against his chest and taking in deep breaths. She evened out her breathing and pulled back, smiling a little now. 

"Thank you," she whispered softly. Peter pecked her on the lips

"Always," he whispered back.

The two stayed like that for a moment. Just holding each other and gazing into the other's eyes. Then, they broke the hug remembering they had a mission to do. Kamala walked over to the drawer and pulled out the charger, smirking at the device. Last night she had made sure it was at max power just for this occasion. Especially for Carol in case the blonde tried something. She slid the charger in the side pocket of her pants and turned to Peter.  

"Alright. We should go now," Kamala said, walking to the door. Peter grabbed her wrist, causing her to halt in place. She looked at him in confusion.

"Peter?" She asked slowly, raising an eyebrow.

Peter gestured to her costume. Kamala looked down and saw what the boy had menat. What he had menat in the red and black colors of Carnage that were still shown on her costume. Oh. She willed the symbiote to hide itself and smiled sheepishly at Peter. Then, she opened the door and the two walked out. 

They had only made it down to the living room when they were stopped by Taskmaster.  

"What are you two doing? Or should I say where are you two going?" Came the voice of Anthony Masters. The polymorph groaned internally. If she had to go through him she would. Nothing was stopping her from making the Avengers get what they deserve. Not even a friend. 

"We're not going anywhere. Just outside for a walk," Kamala lied. Taskmaster looked at her obviously unconvinced. He gestured to their costumes and started talking again. 

"A walk? Really? Or are you two going to attack the Avengers for revenge?" he asked bluntly. The two teens faces of false innocence dropped instantly. The two now wearing frowns or scowls. 

"It's not revenge if they deserve it!" Kamala shouted, giving up the charade. She didn't have time for this. Taskmaster was in the way of her making the Avengers pay. Pay for taking everything away from her.

"This isn't you, Kam. You wouldn't do this normally," Anthony said calmly. The mourning teen just snorted.

"Isn't me? I'm just doing what you told me to do. And what do you mean normally?" She scoffed, throwing her arms in the air frustrated.

"I mean that the Kamala I know, who is a hero, wouldn't do this. Listen to me, both of you. The two of you just went through events that can break anyone, adults even. Maybe we shouldn't make decisions in your state," the mercenary pleaded with the teens, knowing what they were about to do would set them down the wrong path. And that path was not easy to come back from. He could tell you that much from experience. 

"You two need help through this. Neither of you are in the proper mental state. Especially you, Kamala, you're unstable right now."

"You don't know me. Me and Peter are just giving the Avengers what they deserve! For taking away my family! For not listening to me! For just believing that two faced--"

"I can't let you leave." 

Kamala stopped mid rant, Taskmaster's whisper piercing through her shouts easily. She narrowed her eyes. So he did think they were a liability? No. He let them stay here. He wouldn't think . . . unless---

"You believe them don't you? Your on their side?" She asked darkly. Anthony gave her a confused look.

"Side? What? No. Look, Kamala, I get trust is an issue for you in your position right now. But you're not mentally stable and we need to-"

"OH SHUT UP!" She yelled in fury.

Unconsciously, she used Carnage to knock Anthony into the wall using an embiggened mace, the man, as a result, was sent flying through the wall and into the wall of the room behind it. The mercenary slumped against the wall, completely unconscious. Kamala, in shock, observed the spiderweb cracks that spread out from Anthony's listless form. Her eyes widened in fear of herself and for Anthony's life. She took a hesitant step forward somehow and peered at Anthony's still form. He was breathing. His chest was heaving up and down so he was alive. He was okay. Kamala swallowed hard and found herslef unable to tear her eyes away from his unconscious body. It looked so . . . so . . . .

"I'm sorry. But you made me do it. You made me," Kamala muttered to Anthony's form. Peter tugged her arm and backed up towards the door. 

"We need to go. Now," he said firmly.

His eyes darted between Kamala and Anthony's slumped form with urgency. Kamala looked one last time at Taskmaster's body then dashed out the door with Peter; the two heading toward their destination to complete their goal: disassemble the Avengers.

Kamala and Peter stared up at the tower from the car. They had took it from where it was parked by Taskmaster's house. The two were able to access it easily enough and use the self driving mode. Kamala sighed. Why did everyone just believe what the Avengers said? When they were guilty of so much? She clenched her fists as her jaw tensed. This was for her family. That they took. For Aunt May that Vision hospitalized. This was revenge for everything. 

Peter reached over and took her hand.

"Ready?" He asked. Kamala nodded her head in a slight daze. She reached over and placed a kiss on Peter's cheek. 

"Be careful in there okay?" She pleaded. She didn't want to lose anyone else. She couldn't lose anyone else. Peter nodded his head and squeezed her hand reassuringly. 

"I will," he promised. 

The two got out and walked toward the tower, their suits coming back over them but covered with their symbiotes rather than their usual colors. Kamala tilted her head to the side as laser guns appeared at the door. At the same time, red dots appeared over their bodies. Snipers. She smirked and lased out with Carnage with a slight giddiness. 

Instantly, the cameras were destroyed and the lasers were dealt with by Peter with speed and agility. Then, they walked in and took out the weapons there put to stop them. But in reality, it only ticked them off or slowed them down by a fraction of a minute or so. The Avengers had to know they were here. Why weren't they coming to them? Was this a trap? Did the Avengers think they were safe in this tower? Her and Peter would prove them wrong when they made it their prison. 

"Let's take the elevator!" Kamala yelled as she demolished a drone with a spiked mace.

Peter nodded his head and pressed for the elevator. Kamala kept the security at bay. Apparently she could use her scarf as a weapon now too. It acted like a whip that could attack from behind her if she needed it. She morphed her hand into a blade and cut through the drones. Just as the elevator door dinged, two people walked through the entrance. She didn't see them clearly as Peter pulled her into the elevator. The two catching their breaths as they rode the elevator. 

"They're really not going to meet us head on huh?" she asked aloud. Peter shook his head and made a frustrated noise.

"Cowards. I'm still going to find Vision. You're headed to hack into the system right?" 

"Yeah. That will take care of security and communication. Allowing us to give the Avengers the fight for their lives," Kamala said, smiling darkly. They were going to make sure the Avengers felt everything they felt. They were getting what they deserve. 

And we will give it to them. . .

Kamala blinked. That wasn't her voice. She looked to see if maybe Peter had spoken. Even then it didn't sound anything like Peter. Unless it was Carnage. Peter did say symbiotes could talk to their hosts inside their head. She wondered. . .no. Besides, Carnage was a different symbiote right? Carnage might not even be able to talk to her. Simple. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Her and Peter dashed out into the living room and kitchen. Hawkeye was on the balcony with Black Widow. Captain America, Winter Soldier, and Captain Marvel were on the couch. Black Panther, Dr. Banner, and Iron Man were by the counter discussing something. Though all conversations froze as everyone turned to the two teens. Kamala was feeling a little petty. She waved at them and smiled widely. 

"Hi! Where's Vision? We want to chat with him," she said in a sickly sweet voice. 

"Kamala . . . Peter . . . what are you two doing?" Widow asked, walking towards them from the balcony with Hawkeye right behind her. Kamala gave the spy a raised eyebrow and walked closer to her.

"Like I said. We're here to talk to Vision," Kamala repeated. However, Natasha Romanoff was having none of it. She narrowed her eyes at the teen in suspicion who just stared blankly back, Peter being the one to glare. Crossing her arms over her chest, Black Widow stared the pair of vengeful teenagers down. Widow intended on getting the truth ou one way or the other. 

"Really? That's all? Just 'talk' with Vision?" Widow asked coolly. Kamala sighed loudly. She looked back at Peter, who had the mask part of his suit down now. After all, everyone here knew his identity, same with hers. He was smirking at Tony, the glint in his eyes scaring the man almost. The inventor, however, seemed to pale and not be surprised by the two's appearance or new apparel. Wait a minute . . . .

"Tony . . . why are you so quiet? Or should I say guilty? You wouldn't happen to know about Carnage being inside Venom's containment at the expo would you?" Kamala asked, walking toward the man. Tony wouldn't meet her gaze.

"Stark, is that true?" Natasha asked, feeling her anger boil at the thought of Tony able to be so reckless. 

"Yes. It seems Revenger here has more than one card up her sleeve," Tony said, now staring straight at the teenager.

Kamala was unfazed by it though. She didn't care if he exposed that she was Revenger. She just wanted to hurt Tony like he did to her. She morphed her hand into a double bladed ax like the first time she discovered the power. Tony flinched seeing the weapon that had almost hit his arc reactor. The teen laughed at the thought of Tony being afraid of her. 

"You're insane," Clint said, drawing an arrow with his bow. Only for it to get yanked by a web.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you," Peter said calmly, smiling. 

"You kids are angry. We get it. You're mourning and sad. Peter, we heard about Aunt May-" Black Widow started.

"DON'T SAY HER NAME LIKE YOU CARE!" Peter shouted, surprising the older heroes by his sudden outburst. 

"We're sorry. We shouldn't have let Vision do that. Kamala," Black Widow turned to the girl, "We're sorry. Vision . . . what he did. We can't reverse it but, we can make up for it. I'm sorry. I should have done more. Done something. I knew you weren't guilty and I stayed in the shadows. Doing methods and habits I've had for years. You're angry and grieving. But, that can leave people in the wrong state of mind to make decisions. Like what you two are doing. Neither of you would be doing this in your normal mental state. Let's talk this out, okay?" 

"Sorry? You're all sorry?" Kamala asked quietly. The Avengers nodded. Kamala looked back at Peter. The two locked eyes as an understanding passed between them. She turned back and looked the Avengers in the eyes. 

"If you are really sorry . . . you'll let us talk to Vision. And let us give you all what you deserve. You say your sorry but you're all lying. That's all you are," Kamala looked at Black Widow, "Liars."

"Who's to say this won't happen again? That it will be different? I don't trust you! I don't trust any of you! ALL THAT TRUST WENT DOWN THE DRAIN WHEN YOU TRIED TO KILL ME, TAKE MS. MARVEL FROM ME, AND LET VISION TAKE AWAY MY FAMILY! THIS IS WHAT YOU LET HAPPEN!" She screamed in rage.  Kamala took shaky breaths as she paused. 

"You deserve what you're about to get," Kamala whispered. 

"And what would that be?" Winter Soldier asked. A wolfish grin split Kamala's face. 

"This," she said, connecting a spiked mace with the soldier's face. It sent Barnes flying all the way to the other room. Along with breaking a wall or two along the way. 

"BUCKY!" Captain America cried. He went to go check on his best friend as the Avengers prepared to engage with the two vengeful teens. Tony stepped closer to them. A look of guilt and sadness present. 

"It doesn't have to be like this. You don't understand," he pleaded. 

"Yes, it does. And I understand perfectly fine what's happening here, Tony," Kamala sneered. She turned to Peter tossing him her bracelet.

"Go."

The boy nodded his head and ran towards the security room. Hawkeye and Captain Marvel tried to stop him but, Kamala ripped the bow from the archer's hand. She then tackled the blond heroine and hammered an embiggened anvil at her head several times. The power house threw her off and floated in the air holding her head. Captain Marvel shook her head. That had actually hurt her. 

She looked at the teen in shock clearly not expecting such a violent attack. Kamala smirked. She then drew the arc charger and blasted it at her. Carol, on instinct, absorbed the energy. Then realized the crucial mistake as pain wracked her body. So painful that her voice escaped her. Kamala looked at the heroine withering in pain. She raised an eyebrow and whispered "Got ya" in her ear. The polymorph turned back to the remaining Avengers who were looking at her horrified. 

"Surprise," she said, snapping Hawkeye's bow in half.

The archer gaped at the sight. Kamala chuckled and muttered an oops to the man. Clint stared at her in disbelief. None of the Avengers honestly thought they had pushed the kids so far. Or that losing and possibly losing their families could push them so far. The heroes thought they could talk the teens down. They didn't even know the two had a plan. 

"Come on. . .that parasite is influencing you and you know it!" Black Widow shouted, trying to snap the girl out of her vengeful state. Unfortunately, Carnage didn't like being called a parasite and with the two being bonded it caused a negative reaction. 

"WE ARE NOT A PARASITE!" Carnage and Kamala yelled.

Black Widow blinked at the sound of the two voices. She hadn't expected them to both shout. Then dodged as a meat tenderizer was thrown her way. The two started fighting. Hawkeye joined. With his bow snapped he gripped the arrows one at a time in his hand and tried to hit Kamala with a trick arrow. But, every arrow that got close Kamala's scarf would rip away and throw at Iron Man and Black Panther.

With Kamala and Carnage working together it proved difficult for the heroes. Carnage easily amplified Kamala's polymorphic abilities as Carnage already had its own. This meant the Avengers were dealing with an enhanced polymorph! Something they weren't prepared for. And it showed as the heroes soon gained bruises and cuts. 

Kamala could easily dodge each attack thrown at her. She hit Hawkeye in the neck when he thought he had the slip on her. The archer falling to the floor unconscious. Kamala stared at the archer's limp body. With Carnage and grief fueling her she wanted the Avengers to feel grief too. She raised a bladed hand above Hawkeye prepared to bring it down on him when someone tackled her from behind. 

"Oof!" Kamala grunted as she hit the wall of the elevator.

She groaned in pain as she held her head. Kamala opened her eyes to see the barrel of a laser gun. One that belonged to the Winter Soldier. Kamala sighed and rolled her eyes. She was about to lash out when someone hit her in the gut. Kamala gasped as the air was knocked out of her. She heard Carnage scream in anger. She wheezed as her lungs begged for air.

Someone pulled her by the foot and held her upside down. It was Hulk. The upside down view didn't do any good on her burning lungs and pounding head. Kamala blinked through her hazy vision to see the Avengers glaring at her. The girl noticed someone was missing. Captain Marvel. She had gone after Peter. She knew the arc reactor charger worked but still Carol was strong. She should be up by now. Or at least limping. If she was after Peter though. . .would he be able to handle it?

I can warn Venom. He and Peter will be fine.

Thank you. So, you're Carnage huh? How are we going to save ourselves?

You can change size can't you?

Yup.

Kamala smirked as she wiggled her foot around in Hulk's grip. The gamma monster growling at her thinking she was trying to escape. Hulk turned her around and glared at her. The polymorph matched his glare and frowned at him. She then remembered the fact that no matter what the Avengers did now she could change her size to match. Kamala grinned widely confusing the Hulk. Why would she grin at being defeated? He turned her around to face the other Avengers. Kamala waved at them sarcastically. 

"It didn't have to be like this," Captain America said sadly. Kamala rolled her eyes about to retort that they caused this when Carnage spoke up.

Peter has the systems downloaded onto your bracelet. You just need to hack them. 

Then let's get out of here. 

"Who am I talking to?" Steve Rogers asked. He started getting concerned at the distant look in Kamala's eyes. As if she wasn't in the room. 

"Us," Kamala replied. Though it sounded like two voices. 

"Us?" Tony asked. 

Kamala chuckled. No. The Avengers all filled with dread upon realizing who they were now messing with. They thought it was just Kamala enhanced with a symbiote. They had all hoped its subconscious was asleep. But clearly that was not the case.

"We. Are. Carnage."

Like that she shrunk down and returned to normal size only to dash out the room. She headed for security. Noticing the cracked walls and broken lasers. Peter and venom must have taken them out. Kamala ran down the hallway and burst through the room. A web stuck to her chest and she felt it sling her towards the wall. Then a hand grab her and pull her close. 

"Shoot, Kamala. I almost slammed you into the wall!" Peter said panicked. He held her face and started checking for any injuries. Kamala giggled at Peter tripping over himself. 

"I'm fine. Just gave the jerks a run for their money. Carnage said you downloaded the systems?" Kamala asked. Peter nodded and then grimaced.

"Well I was before JARVIS stopped it," Peter said, glaring at the main screen. Kamala patted his shoulder. 

"It's fine. Just need to turn JARVIS off for a while," Kamala stated cooly, walking toward the screen. She started bringing up JARVIS' systems. 

"I would advise against that Miss Khan," JARVIS said.

Kamala rolled her eyes. Of course he would. Kamala found the system she was looking for and started hacking it. JARVIS then started putting up firewalls to slow her down. Kamala breathed hard through her nose. She needed to divide the AI's attention. To overload him. 

"Peter, can you shut down Tony's suit please?" Kamala asked.

Peter walked over to the screen and started bringing up Tony's suit. He also sent the systems to her bracelet. Peter shut down the suit and smirked. He was having fun getting back at the inventor for using his uncle's name. 

"Anything else?" he asked. Kamala hummed.

"JARVIS, aren't you in charge of Stark Industries?" Kamala asked. 

"Yes. . .please do not do this," the AI spoke.

Kamala started hacking weak points in the tower's systems. JARVIS then tried to stop her from doing that. He was dividing his attention. That was good. Now for Stark  Industries to divide his attention further. She looked over to Peter.

"Tony has Stark Industry stuff on there too. Wonder how long it will take for us to delete it all? For him to loose all that hard work and status he built for his company would be bad," Kamala said in mock concern.

Peter walked over to another screen and brought up the multiple files for the large tech company. A large beep was heard from the computer. Kamala furrowed her brows. 

"Peter?" she asked concerned. She was now able to hack JARVIS. The AI working to protect its creator's work. But that beep sounded like-

"A firewall. What should I do?" he informed finishing Kamala's thought. She thought as she almost finished shutting down JARVIS. Then an idea came to mind. 

"Mess with our dear friends the Avengers. Let's see how they like being surrounded," Kamala said through gritted teeth. The Avengers were going to get their punishment for everything whether they liked it or not. 

"Miss Khan. . .do not. . .do. . .this," JARVIS said as he was powered down.

Kamala finished the download of the systems to her bracelet and slipped it back on. She then hacked the systems. Her bracelet making it easier and faster. She looked through the security feed. Then smirked as she found where Vision was. He was in Tony's lab. How wonderful.

She tried to see where the Avengers were. They were coming this way. But, if her and Peter hurried they would make it to the lab and be able to finish this. She walked over and placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. He was targeting lasers at the Avengers to slow them down. That would give them enough time to move. 

"Let's go," she said.

The two hurried down the hall to Tony's lab. Kamala knocking out any security resistance. The two reached the lab and walked in. Their gazes easily finding the robot laid out on the table resting. Kamala frowned. Here this robot is sleeping when he just murdered her family. She walked closer to Vision and looked for a way to wake him up. She wanted him to feel every single-

"Mr. Stark?" asked a voice.

Kamala jumped back as Vision sat up. She was mad at him but she remembered the look he gave her. That cold and lifeless look capable of the most horrid things imaginable. It had haunted her in her nightmares. Taunting her and mocking her how she had failed. Let her family fall prey to a monster.

"Vision. You're up," Kamala said, walking to the synthezoid. Vision then registered her and Peter's presence. His face became full of. . .of guilt!? And sadness. . .no. He couldn't feel guilty after what he did! Not after he seemed so proud. 

"I apologize about my actions," Vision spoke softly. Kamala blinked. He WHAT?

"The virus implanted in me by Kang the Conquer was one I was unfamiliar with. One I couldn't fight against. But,  could see what I was doing and conscious of what I was saying. But it wasn't me. It was him," Vision said as he noticed the silence from the teens. Kamala backed away from Vision her mind racing. 

Nononononononono. That can't be true. If it is then. . .what we. . .the Avengers. . .everything. That means this was for nothing? That this whole attack we did to get them back was. . .wrong? No. It can't be. That means Vision didn't really murder them and hospitalize May? Then-then we just attacked the Avengers as. . .as-as. . .

Kamala started to hyperventilate as the truth came crashing down on her. All those nightmares she had when she first arrived at Taskmaster's house came back to her. Harsher and more violent. They were all right. They were right. She was a villain. She. . .she just hurt-but they deserved it! They didn't listen! They let Vision do this! 

But Vision was a victim too.

NO! NO! NO! STOP IT! STOP IT! 

Kamala pulled at her hair as tears poured from her eyes. She sunk to the floor on her knees. The reality of the situation hitting her like a truck. She couldn't understand it. It was too much. It was all too much. Everything made sense though. Why Vision was suddenly so closed off and cold. Why he was the first to say she was working against the Avengers. Why he was the one to make sure she did all this. He made her do this! 

But you could have stopped. You could have found a different way. Tried to see about why Vision was the traitor. Could have used the energy scanner to find more of the warehouses and get answers. But you were caught up in revenge. Like a villain. 

Kamala screamed out in agony as her worst fear came down on her. That she had become the very thing that she became Ms. Marvel for. To bring justice without unjust force. To do good. What had she done instead? Used violent force. Done horrible-bad-things. All because of one act. All because of the multiple acts that had happened. All because she let herself get consumed by her own anger. She felt Carnage growl. Her anger was just food for the symbiote. 

"GET OFF OF ME!" Kamala screamed pulling at the symbiote.

It just latched on to her tighter. She fought with Carnage. The symbiote warring for control. Kamala felt herself get electrocuted and screamed out in pain. But, she felt Carnage no longer bonded to her. Kamala gasped and crawled aimlessly. Not really sure where she was going. 

Peter. . . Kamala though numbly.

Where was he? She fell onto her back and let her head loll as she saw Peter on the ground unconscious. No. She screamed in grief and felt the adrenaline rush through her body. She crawled toward Peter's listless body and shook it. Crying and begging for him to wake up. She needed to know that. . .something was going to be okay. Peter always saw the bright side. He always found the silver lining. But Peter wasn't here to tell her that. 

"He'll be okay, Kamala. Please calm down you're scaring me," spoke a voice. Wait. She knew that voice. She turned around and came face to face with-

"Scott?" she breathed. Wasp was there too. The two of them looked at her with concern and sadness. Vision was looking at the floor, eyes swimming with guilt. 

Kamala looked back at Peter's body. New tears silently flowing down her cheeks. Scott hugged her from behind as Kamala sobbed out everything. All the anger, grief, and pain she had bottled up over the whole time. As Ms. Marvel, an Avenger, ex-Avenger, Revenger, Kamala, and Carnage. It all came out of her like a water dam breaking. She felt Vision lay his hand on her shoulder. 

"I'm sorry. Kang has played us all. I tried to get them back. But the stone was gone and. . .I'm sorry. I am not deserving of being your best friend," Vision said sorrowful.

His voice was strained. As if he was holding back tears. Kamala moved Peter so he was on his back. She would need to be quick. So she could leave before anyone stopped her. Kamala took a deep breath and let it out. This would be the last time she hurt them. The last time. 

"Me too, Vis. me too," she whispered. Kamala grabbed Scott's wrist and judo flipped him. Scott crying out in pain. 

"Scott!" Hope exclaimed. 

Kamala shot up and punched Hope in the jaw. The woman staggering at the blow. She then used the same move as she had on Hawkeye. Knocking her out. Kamala grabbed her wasp stinger and aimed at Vision. But, the android just put his hands up in surrender. 

"Go," he said quietly.

Kamala didn't question it. She picked up Peter bridal style and ran toward the door. Intent on getting out and finding somewhere safe. She stopped in the door way though and looked down. A thought crossing her mind.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Then, Kamala ran. Ran like she had been for a while. And she felt like she would be doing  a lot more in the near future. And that thought hurt more than it should have. Because she knew what she would be running from. 

At the hospital Otto sat down next to May Parker. The man stared sadly at the woman. He may not know her personally but, from Parker's memories she had been there for the boy always. What could have happened that would put may parker in such condition? Who would even want to hurt this kind woman? From Otto's perspective, this might have been an attack against Parker.

He had enlisted the drones previously to scan the house for nay clues. Though he had received nothing so far. He sighed. Parker had been unresponsive as well. Ever since that rotten newsman Jameson reported about Parker and Ms. marvel fighting the Avengers he couldn't find the two anywhere! Otto was becoming more worried by the hour. His head snapped up though as he heard a noise from the bed. He gasped as the eyes of May opened. He quickly went to call the hospital staff. It was the logical thing to do. 

"Peter. . .I need to see Peter," May muttered. Otto took her hand gently. 

"Do not worry May Parker. Peter is on his way," Otto said determined. 

The Avengers all sat at the conference table in silence. some of them quiet and hushed while others were pained and saddened. 

"I'm sure everyone is aware that Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man attacked the tower and-"

"Stop treating them like they're still heroes! They attacked us!" Carol interjected angerly. She was still mad that Spider-Man had gotten the jump on her and released a barrage of webs and punches. Some of which had caused her to have a nose bleed. 

"You don't know half of it! They're in pain so much that it is tearing them from the inside!" Scott yelled at the blonde. Carol's eyes widened at Scott's protest. After all many knew Scott as joking and carefree. When he got serious and started to get loud that was a bad sign.

"They still attacked the tower unprovoked and are considered villains for such. I mean, look at what they did!" Clint protested. 

"They were provoked. By me. By all of us. By him," Vision spoke up. Everyone turned to the synthezoid. 

"What do you mean Vision?" Black Panther asked. 

"Everything. Kang put a virus in me. It caused me to do what I did. To hurt may Parker and. . .murder the Khan family. I tried to see if I could bring them back using the very soul stone I used before but it was gone. I assume destroyed. They were provoked. By me hurting them and by the rest of you for not listening," Vision said calmly.

Everyone took a moment to let that information sink in. Tony cursed and banged his fist on the table. He hid his face in his hands. A wave of shame and anger at himself washing over him. He should have seen the signs. Should have known better. Trusted the kid when she said she didn't do it. But, no. He had agreed she should be kicked off the team and helped fight her too. 

"Tony-" Steve began only to be caught off by Tony.

"No Cap! We caused this! We made those two kids who, may I remind you, are the literal future generation for us! The super heroes! Those two were innocent and they wanted to help people with every. Fiber. Of their being. But we, us, messed that up big time," Tony said furiously. His eyes became misty through the whole time he talked. 

Captain America hung his head. "You're right. . .sorry. We lost a good soldier."

"No. We lost the greatest Avenger we could ever find," Black widow corrected, speaking for the first time since the conversation started.

Then, Black Widow left and did something she rarely-almost never- did. Something she was trained not to do no matter the situation. She went to her room silently, closing the door behind her as she entered. 

And she cried. 

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Kamala yelled in frustration and pulled at her hair as her search came up empty again. Nothing. Nothing about the giant purple dude. Nothing on why he would use Vision. Nothing on top of nothing. It was becoming maddening for her. For two hours, she had been in Peter's room at his house looking for anything that could help them with this whole mess. Two hours.  

She took deep breaths and tried to steady her breathing but she couldn't. All she felt was angry and confused and frustrated at everything. Kamala slammed the laptop closed and then instantly regretted it at the loud noise it made, hoping it was not broken. She sighed and looked around the room, sunlight washing everything in a warm feeling she did not seem to get. Peter and her had decided to just lay low at his house and figure everything out and then go from there with a well thought out plan. Not to mention May would need help for a little bit as she recovered at home. She wouldn't go back to her house though, not after everything. No. It felt too. . .too. . .

"Kam? You good in here?" Peter asked from beside her.

The teen hadn't noticed Peter walk in or even come up beside her and flinched at his voice, hands instinctively doubling in size. She groaned internally once she saw the sadness and concern fill Peter's eyes momentarily. She shrunk her hands down and faced him, offering a tight smile. 

"Sorry, I just didn't hear you walk in," she said, placing a hand on his arm, "I'm good." 

Peter narrowed his eyes, nose scrunching a little as the boy studied her. Ah, shoot, he probably heard me yell, didn’t he? Well, that lie was pointless. 

"You're lying. I heard you yell. Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, touching their foreheads together. Kamala hummed and let out a silent, stressed filled breath. No, she wasn’t okay. After all, she had just attacked the Avengers and became a villain on their radar. Then, she got told by a woman she was a hero. Then cried about it all in her sleep and then some more when she woke up the following day which just so happened to be today. Yeah. She was fine. She was fine. Everything was fine. Kamala sighed. Even in her thoughts she didn't sound convincing. 

"You are a hero. Because you learn from your mistakes and try to do better," Aunt May said truthfully. Kamala cracked under the words. Tears flowing as she sobbed and hugged the elderly woman in front of her.

Stop that. It's over. You. Are. Fine. Kamala. Khan. 

"Stay with me? Please," Peter's voice knocked her out of her trance.

Kamala took a shaky breath and clasped her hands together. They were shaking so violently they looked as if they were vibrating. Peter knelt down in front of her and took her hands, effectively calming the trembling in her hands and settling her nerves a little. “I’m here,” she whispered, nodding. “I‘m here.” They stayed like that for a moment before Peter spoke again, a hesitation to his voice.  

"I know you don't want to talk about it but. . .maybe we should? Maybe the Avengers and Taskmaster were right and-"

"No," Kamala said, cutting him off. She looked away and stared a spot on the wall, desperately trying to hold back tears from the memories that seemed intent on hurting her in her dreams. That was, if you could even call them dreams. They were much more nightmares than anything. 

"Kam. . .please talk to me," Peter pleaded, hands squeezing hers lightly. He was worried about her and didn’t want to see her break down when all he could do was stand there, helpless.

Kamala screwed her eyes shut and tried to clear the tightness in her throat. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she heard the concern and sadness in Peter's voice. It hurt and she knew deep down Peter was right. She should talk to someone. Anyone. At least when she talked to Peter about it he would understand why she felt like that. Why she felt like that and why she did what she did. So, maybe she should talk it out, it might help. 

"I'm just worried about you. Please. Just give me an answer. It doesn't even have to be yes. A nod, shake, anything."

"I'm not okay," she whispered. Kamala sniffled, tears stinging her eyes as she felt a lump form in her throat. "I don't think I ever was."

Kamala put a hand over her mouth as she started to cry for the second time that morning, her head lowering in shame. Each sob that came out seemed to racked her body with grief as she remembered just how far she had fallen from Ms. Marvel. Why didn’t she just quit being Ms. Marvel in the first place? She clearly wasn’t cut out for it so why did she keep going? She felt herself being lifted up into the air and looked to see Peter picking her up gently. He set her down on the bed and wrapped her in his arms in a comforting hug as he started whispering soothing words in her ear as she broke down completely. Gosh, she was a mess.  

"I just want it to stop," Kamala whispered after her crying calmed down to hiccups and the occasional sniffing. 

"Want what to stop?" Peter asked, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Kamala hiccupped again and wiped at her eyes.

"This. All of this. Vision. The Avengers. The bounty. S.H.I.E.L.D. Running. All the lies. The pain. It's so much. It's too much and I can't handle it," she said, growing more and more quiet. Peter rested his head on top of hers and intertwined her fingers, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. 

"Shh. It's okay. I know. It hurts. I know," He soothed.

Kamala sighed. She had played yesterday in her mind over and over. Trying to figure out how she had let any of this happen. After all, she wanted to clear her name and become Ms. Marvel again. But, could she even be the hero she was before? She doubted it. Kamala knew, even if she somehow fixed everything, nothing would be the same again. That was just fact. 

Avengers Tower, New York

Yesterday

After the Attack on Avengers Tower

Kamala ran as fast as her legs would allow her, pushing the limits her powers usually had. For a moment, she didn't even think of a place to run. They could go to Taskmaster's house? No. Kamala quickly scratched that idea out with regret. She had thrown the man into a wall! How could she even show up to him and ask for safety and protection? She really was going insane if she had thought that was a good idea.

She had been running for a while that her legs were burning and the muscles were tight with cramps. She stopped on the roof of a building to catch her breath. She sat Peter down gently and sat down beside him. She dropped her face in her eyes and cried. What was the point? What was she doing this for? She sighed heavily.

"Kam. . ." came a weak voice.

Peter's voice. Kamala looked down and saw the familiar boy looking at her. Or maybe he was. It was hard to tell with the mask on his face. She carefully took the mask off once they were a safe distance from the tower and set it beside his head as she gently set his body down on the roof of the building. Kamala lightly cupped his head and surveyed the damage down to it. She started crying again as she thought about how she had caused this—hurt people yet again in her life. 

"Peter. . .I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you into my mess. This is my fault and I-" Kamala started to apologize when Peter caught her off with a kiss.  Kamala wasn't expecting it and felt her face flush, usually Peter was even shy to hold her hand but clearly he wasn’t right now. Peter pulled back and smiled at her, face red with embarrassment as he tried to stutter out an answer. Kamala smiled at the usual demeanor of the fumbling boy in front of her. Peter sat up, wincing a little as took her hands in his and stared her in the eyes. 

"Don't blame yourself. And me getting involved is not your fault. It's not. I chose to get involved. And I chose every other decision after that even if its a stupid one. So, stop apologizing okay? If anyone should be apologizing it should be the Avengers," he said softly. Kamala chocked out a sob. 

"B-but look at what I did! What I was about to. . ." she trailed off, snatching her hands away and looking off in shame. Peter hesitantly brought a hand to the side of Kamala’s face and turned her face to look at him. Tears poured down her cheeks as she warred with herself with her anger and guilt. She felt sick. She felt like throwing up. The word monster and killer going through her head did not help the nausea as she doubled over and clenched her stomach. 

"What happened?" Peter asked in a whisper, trying to help her. 

"I-I. . .I just wanted them to feel what I had to. To mourn like I did so-so I um. . .I-I," Kamala stuttered out. She felt her jaw tense and her hands clench into fists. She remembered the absolute anger she felt. Pushing her to-to-

"I almost killed Hawkeye," she whispered painfully, mouth twisting to a rueful snarl.

She remembered the feeling of her hand morphing. Her going for the finishing blow as if she had done it a million times which she actually had but never to someone she had called a friend and certainly not a hero. She remembered not caring. Just wanting them to suffer and feel the pain they had caused because it seemed like they just did not care. She broke down sobbing again at the thought. Peter pulled her close to his chest and held her, stroking her hair as he told her it was going to be alright. Kamala leaned on him for support and the two stayed like that for a while. Because they had no one left. Eventually, after the two had started to grow tired and stood up to go to Peter’s house, Peter's phone rang. The boy picked up the device, confused to who could be calling him. Who would want to call him? He looked at the contact and his eyes widened. He quickly answered it and held the phone to his ear. 

"Ock, this better be good," Peter said. Kamala looked at Peter and saw his face turn to one of disbelief and immense relief. 

"Really? She's awake? What did the doctors say? Okay okay. I'll be there soon," Peter said and hung up, eyes shining with happiness. 

"What was it?" Kamala asked. Peter looked at her smiling, tears threatening to spill out of the corner of his eyes. .

"Aunt May is going to live," He said, voice tight. Kamala smiled.

"Then let's go see her," She said, holding a hand out to Peter. He took it and used to to pull Kamala close, webbing his mask and yanking it into his hand. 

"Hold on," he said, pulling the mask back over his face and shooting a web out to swing them from the roof.

Kamala wrapped her arms around his neck as he web swung off the building and into the air. The two eventually made it to the hospital. The two swapping into civilian clothes and walking into the hospital. They quickly reached Aunt may's room. The elderly woman was on a hospital bed sitting up. Her eyes lit up at seeing Peter.

"Peter! You're okay! Thank goodness!" May exclaimed. Peter hugged her gently minding his aunt's condition.

"Of course I'm okay. Why do you ask?" Peter asked. Aunt May looked the man in the eye. 

"Because I know," she said. The look in her eyes telling it all. She knew about Peter's secret as Spider-Man. Peter looked back at Otto. 

"Did you tell her!?" he whisper-shouted, voice laced between something of anger and betrayal. Otto shook his head. 

"She already knew. The reason she was in here told her enough," Otto said. 

"Vision," Kamala said quietly. May turned to her. 

"I assume you're his friend from 'work'?" May asked, raising an eyebrow at the girl. Kamala shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously. 

"Um. . .yeah. Hi," Kamala said shyly, waving to the elderly woman.

May just smiled at the girl and beckoned her closer. Kamala obligated being raised to always respect her elders. May motioned her to sit down in one of the chairs next to her, making sure Peter sat down too before looking over at his nephew’s ‘friend.’ May placed a hand on Kamala's cheek, shocking the girl momentarily. The last one to had done that had been her. . .

"You're Ms. Marvel aren't you?" May asked with sympathy in her voice. Kamala nodded her head. No point in denying if she already knows, Kamala told herself. May pulled the girl into a fierce hug, telling her that she was going to be okay. Kamala let out a small squeak as she fought with her emotions to hold back tears threatening to spill. 

"You are a hero. Because you learn from your mistakes and try to do better," May said truthfully. Kamala cracked under the words, tears flowing as she sobbed into the woman’s shoulder. Kamala pulled back and wiped at her eyes. Then, May turned to Peter. She looked at the boy fondly. 

"You're Spider-Man," she said quietly. Peter nodded his head and looked away. Not meeting his aunt's gaze.

"Why?" she asked.

Peter screwed his eyes shut. His whole body trembling. He didn't want her to hate him. She would be heartbroken all over again. Would hate him for allowing it to happen! Because he was. . .because he was-

"Because I was careless. I was selfish and it cost someone their life," Peter said in a whisper. May bit her bottom lip in confusion.

"What do you mean?" she asked. Peter held back a sob. 

"The day I got my powers. The powers I use as Spider-Man. I-I was selfish and used them to win a fighting match. After the match I saw this guy. He was being pursued by security and I let him walked past me. That was the same guy who shot Uncle Ben. I followed the guy and I beat him. He was so much in pain he could barely limp. I did that to him. Because of anger. Because of grief. And it happened again. I became Spider-Man to make up for that. In Uncle Ben's honor," Peter explained, head hung low in shame and guilt. May had been silent through the whole retelling, listening closely to her nephew’s words. She opened her mouth to speak when Peter held up a hand. 

"And I didn't tell you because I was scared. Scared that people would hurt you. Scared you would get hurt or worse. Scared you would hate me. That you wouldn't love me anymore. . ." he trailed off shakily, letting silent tears fall as he admitted his worst fear. May gasped. 

"Peter, that isn't true. I could never hate you. You know that. What happened to Uncle Ben wasn't your fault. It's mine honestly. I should have talked to you about this. Should have seen if you were okay. Asked you about therapy. But, I didn't. Because you seemed fine and I guess we both wanted to forget that night more than we would care to admit," May said sadly.

Peter looked at May with tears in his eyes. Peter accepted his aunt's embrace as he cried. Finally at some peace knowing Aunt May still loved him and cared for him. 

Kamala smiled sadly at the scene, missing her family now more than ever. She excused herself and walked out of the hospital. She didn't know where she was going. Just had to put some distance. Any. She found an empty park and walked into the shadow of a tree. It was peaceful and silent. One of those things Kamala wasn't at the moment. 

She slowly fell to her knees as tears poured out her eyes. Not from panic. Not from feeling love again. Not from guilt or pain or anger. But, from grief. From sadness for losing someone. She sighed and let the tears fall into the grass. She made a promise then. She would always do good. Never again. 

Good is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.

She was going to keep that to her heart now more than ever. Peter found her eventually and hugged her. The two meeting up with May and Ock. They drove to the Parker resident. Kamala was welcomed to stay in the guest room. May telling her she had a room here after hearing about her family. Kamala suspected she knew about her and Peter's relationship given the looks she was throwing them. 

Kamala walked to her room and opened the door. Intent on getting some sleep. Someone grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Kamala turned around to find Peter. Awkwardly shuffling his feet and blushing slightly. He stuttered something Kamala couldn't make out. She tilted her head to the side and indicated for Peter to repeat himself.

"I just wanted to say goodnight. Love you," he said quickly. He pecked Kamala on the lips and smiled nervously. Kamala chuckled. She leaned in and kissed Peter on the cheek. She smiled. 

"Good night," she said, walking into the room and closing the door. 

Kamala sighed. Now they were hiding out at Peter's house. Possibly putting his aunt in harm's way. Without any sort of protection either. Not to mention she and Peter were technically now criminals. Then, that didn't even count the fact they know nothing about Kang. The guy who hacked Vision. 

To target me. . .to target my family. Because of me they're gone.

Peter hummed unhappily. He lightly poked Kamala in the ribs. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Peter frowned at her.

"No thinking bad about yourself," he said sternly. Kamala's mouth opened in shock. How had he-?

"You make that face," he clarified for her. Kamala huffed and scrunched her face up. She did not make a face for everything. 

"You know we should take our minds of this," Peter said. Kamala looked up at him.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" she asked. Peter smiled.

"Don't worry we're just going to the mall!" Peter said excitedly. The polymorph furrowed her brows in confusion. The mall? Really?

"Huh. Okay. . .what about the bounty S.H.I.E.L.D. still has up? The Avengers and them have access to security cameras," Kamala warned. Peter shrugged. 

"They can't arrest two civilians. It would look bad on them. Worst case some agent walks up to us and says 'come with me' and all that. W-we can also make it a d-date. If you want!" Peter countered but stuttered the last part out. His face turning red. 

Kamala mulled it over. That was true S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't afford to stain their image. It would look bad on them too. So if they were careful and used the mall's massive crowds to their advantage. They should be fine, right? Nothing could go terribly wrong. And they hadn't had their first date yet. It would be nice. Kamala stood up.

"Okay, let's go," she said happily. Peter grinned at her and pumped both fists in the air in victory. 

"Woohoo!" he said. He honestly though he had screwed up there for a moment. 

"So, what are we here for again?" Bucky asked. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Apparently there was someone who knew about Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man's whereabouts before they attacked us. We are here to meet them," Steve answered. 

"But here? At the mall?" he basically pleaded. Clint chuckled. 

"Hey don't worry. Besides, with you, me, Natasha, Steve, and Coulson. I think we can have some actual fun!" Clint said clapping his hands together like he was dancing. Coulson raised an eyebrow.

"Work first. Then fun," he said seriously. But, the smile betrayed him. Clint nodded his head.

"Work first," he said giving him some finger guns.

"You are a child Clint," Nat commented. 

"Am not!" he fired back. Then paused.

"Maybe a little. But that means I'm a free spirit, Natasha!" 

The spy just rolled her eyes and continued to t heir destination. It was a little cafe/restaurant. It was meant to be the fourth booth. The seats' back would give them some cover. They all slid in. Coulson and Steve slid in first. Then, Clint, her, and finally Bucky on the end. But, they were completely silent as they did this. For who was their intel was the last person they expected. Anthony Masters. 

"Well I can gauge from your faces that this is a surprise?" Taskmaster said, smirking. He was in civilian clothing and had a brown leather bag with him.  

"A bit. How do you know where Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man are?" Coulson asked. Taskmaster leaned forward. 

"Do you all know their respective identities?" he asked. Everyone nodded, a serious look in their eyes. Taskmaster sighed in relief and leaned back.

"Good. I don't wanna draw attention. But, I'll get straight to the reason we're here. Kamala and Peter have been staying at my away house in the woods," he revealed. Everyone quietly gasp. The two had went to Taskmaster? Why?

"Why would they go to you?" Coulson asked voicing everyone's thoughts. 

"Not both of them. Kamala came to me first then brought Peter along," Anthony clarified. Natasha furrowed her brows. 

"Why would she go to you?" she asked. Anthony paused and sighed. 

"Let's say we have a sort of truce/mentorship. And keep it at that. Also, she knew I would hear her out first and not beat her up."

"Mentorship?" Bucky asked. Anthony nodded.

"Who do you think was Revenger?" he asked raising his eyebrow. Steve looked down.

"I was really hoping that wasn't true," he muttered. 

"So, they did attack the tower? Dang it," he said. Everyone stared at him coldly. 

"You knew about that?" Clint asked. 

"Yeah. I heard them in Kamala's room planning the whole thing. They're in a lot of pain. You can't hold it against them. Especially not Kamala. She's. . .taking it harder than you would think," he answered quietly, looking at the floor. Everyone got quiet too. Guilt racking through them.

"Why do you want to even find them? I get to make sure they don't hurt anyone but, they don't deserve getting thrown into cells," Anthony asked.

"We want them to know they can stop running. Vision told us everything. He was the traitor and set Kamala and Peter up. Initially his goal was Kamala. We just want them to some back with us. That way at the tower they're safe," Natasha said earnestly.

"The bounty and law enforcement have been called off. All of it," Coulson added. He needed to make it up to the kid. For not believing her. 

"Well if you want to tell them you'll have to hurry," Anthony spoke. 

"Why?" Steve asked. "are they in danger?"

"No," he replied looking behind him, "But they are leaving the restaurant."

Everyone looked and saw the two teenagers walking out with smiles on their faces. They looked happy. Everyone got up and walked out. Natasha looked to her right and saw the two go into a clothing store. Natasha nudged Clint and nodded at the store. Everyone followed suit. Natasha glanced at Anthony.

"Are you going to help us?" she asked. Anthony nodded.

"They need help," he said.

She gave him a small smile. Then, they walked in. They spread out and looked around for the runaway teens. Natasha heard laughter from in the back. Her and Clint followed it to find Kamala laughing at something. And Peter pouting.

"Aw, don't pout! It's not that serious, Peter," Kamala said. Peter crossed his arms.

"Yes it is! This is an important decision," he said seriously. Kamala laughed again.

"Okay okay. Just pick your favorite color. They're exact matching hoodies," Kamala said.

"No they aren't! They are completely different!" he protested. Kamala smirked.

"Then why do they come from the same company huh?" she teased. 

Peter sighed loudly. "I can't decide."

Kamala burst into a fit of giggles. Peter then hugged her from behind causing Kamala to yelp. Peter chuckled. 

"Ha! Now I have the upper hand," he said triumphant. Kamala shook her head. 

"What upper hand? Peter? What are you up to?" Kamala asked. 

"What's your favorite flower then I'll let you go," he said. Kamala paused. 

"I like roses," she answered.

Peter nodded. Then, he let her go and grabbed her hand and started tugging her out the store. Little did they know the Avengers and others following them. Natasha frowned. Were those two. . .? Natasha sucked in a breath. They were so screwed. 

"What are you doing, Pete?" Kamala asked from ahead of them. 

"Being a good boyfriend," he shot back wiggling his brows.

Kamala rolled her eyes but walked beside Peter, their hands joined together. So, they were dating. Oh no. Oh no no no. They had screwed up. 

"Wait a minute. . ." Hawkeye whispered from beside her.

Natasha just nodded her head and followed them into the flower shop. Peter was quick they were already purchasing the flowers. And Kamala was giving him this loving look. Natasha felt herself fill with even more guilt. The two had had a crush on each other. And then made her try to arrest Peter.

No wonder she told Peter. It was out of love. The two turned to walk out the store and saw Natasha. They froze for a moment but kept walking. Natasha let them go by and followed behind them. Then the pair saw the others. Natasha heard Kamala mutter something under her breath. Everyone else walked forward. 

"So, this is a bit awkward," Clint started. 

"Yeah. And we're leaving," Kamala said, turning. But, Taskmaster blocked her path.

"C'mon kid. Hear them out," he said. But, internally cringed at the hurt look Kamala gave him.

"You. . .you sold us out," she hissed. Anthony shook his head.

"No, I want you two safe. With the Avengers is safe," he said.

Kamala grabbed Peter's hand and started speed walking knowing full well the others would follow. She just needed to get to the back of the mall where nobody went. The others were behind them. 

"What are we going to?" Peter whispered. 

"Run," Kamala replied.

Peter nodded. He gripped the flowers tighter and the two ran for it. Intent on getting out of there. They heard several foot steps behind them as the others started running too. Kamala looked back and saw the two super soldiers gaining speed. She told Peter to fire a web. Luckily, the boy had brought it in case of a situation. Peter fired a web and blinded Steve. Bucky gaining up on them. The two burst out the door into the outside. Kamala stretched her arms and pulled her and Peter onto the roof. 

Peter started to shoot another web when it was cut down by a knife. They turned and saw the Winter Soldier with the others. Kamala sneered at them.

"What do you want!" she yelled. 

"Listen, we know what Vision said. About Kang. Setting you up. Everything," Natasha told them. She held out a hand.

"We want to help you. The bounty has been called off and law enforcements were told to stand down. We want to bring you back to the tower were its safe," she pleaded. Kamala looked at Peter. The two seeming to have a silent conversation. 

"No," they said in sync. Natasha dropped her hand and frowned. 

"How do we prove to you that we aren't lying?" she asked. 

"You don't, Nat! Because regardless of all of that, I. Do. Not. Trust. You!" Kamala screamed at her.

Natasha lowered her gaze to the ground.

"Can we ever get that trust back?" she asked softly. Kamala let the tears fall and shook her head. 

"I don't know," she whispered. "I don't know."

Peter fired a web and grabbed Taskmaster's bag. He pulled out the scanner and tossed the bag back. He looked just as hurt as Kamala. The two got ready to leave. 

"Tony's sorry," Natasha said to Peter. The boy turned around and looked at her.

"Tell him it doesn't fix anything," he said sorrowful. 

The two then left. Not another word said between the groups. Natasha sighed. What were they going to do now?

"What are we going to do now?" Kamala asked, pacing around Peter's room. She stared at the vase of roses Peter had bought for her. 

"Use the scanner?" he suggested. Kamala looked at the device in Peter's hand. Maybe. 

"We can use the scanner and find more of the warehouses," Kamala said. 

"And find more about the purple dude," Peter added on. 

"And then figure out why Kang targeted the Avengers and me. Then stop whatever plan he has," Kamala continued. Peter nodded.

"Maybe then we. . .think about the Avenger's offer?" Peter asked quietly. Kamala paused. 

"Maybe," she said. Peter stood up and walked over to her. He took her hands in his. 

"I promised I wasn't going to let them hurt you again. So, don't rush this okay?" he asked. Kamala nodded and smiled. 

"Okay. Now let's go track down Kang the Conquer," she declared. 

The two started making a plan. Not knowing it would lead them somewhere unexpected. Not knowing it would pit them against the Avengers again. Not knowing that it would lead them to a choice capable of destroying worlds. And not knowing that this was far from over. 

Chapter Text

Kamala's head shot up as a beep sounded. She grabbed the scanner and looked at it. It was working. And telling her that there was a weird energy signature. She shook Peter awake. The two had been going all day yesterday trying to get the thing to work. Kamala had told Peter to get some rest because he looked like a vampire who had been exposed to sunlight. The moment Peter flopped onto the bed he passed out. Kamala shook Peter more firmly. 

"Huh? What? Did something happen?" Peter asked groggily. 

"Yes! The scanner found something!" Kamala said excitedly. Peter's eyes snapped open as he flung the covers off. 

The two hurried over to the desk where the scanner was still beeping but quieter now. The two looked at the screen. It showed a red dot. Kamala took that as the energy source. It was their only hope at finding anything about Kang and ending this whole mess. Stopping him from doing anything else or hurting anyone. 

"So, we just head to the red dot and find some info?" Peter asked. Kamala nodded her head.

"Yup. Then we can end this whole mess that started with that stupid arrest mission," Kamala muttered. Peter turned to her.

"Why did the Avengers want you to arrest me? What did I do exactly?" he asked.

Kamala froze. What did he do? After all she hadn't been told much. Only to arrest him. Nothing much. She had openly protested against the mission. Saying that maybe they should check one more time. That Peter had acted different. But just like before when Peter was first mind swapped with Ock they didn't listen.

They told her Vision said it was the best course of action. That he was a threat to civilians and they needed to bring him in. Something about making sure there was no on else who got hurt. She thought that was a bit rash. If he was really a big threat the Avengers should have confronted him head on. It almost seemed. . .cowardly. 

"I don't honestly know," Kamala answered. She shrugged.

"They said you were posing a threat to civilians so you had to be arrested and brought to the tower," Kamala relayed. Peter furrowed his brows. 

"Then why not just flat out come and arrest me? Why do all the sneaking?" he asked, crossing his arms. 

"I don't know. They said Vision thought it was the best course of action. He is an AI so he knew best," Kamala answered. She locked eyes with Peter. The two burst into snickering and snorting. Kamala hugged herself as tears started forming in her eyes. She sighed.

"That was a good one," Peter said breathlessly. He hugged her from behind. After a moment he rocked her side to side and hummed unhappily.

"What is it?" Kamala asked. 

"You know I worry for you right?" Peter asked. Kamala paused. What did he mean by THAT?

"Everybody does," she answered starting to worry herself. 

"Aunt May talked to me about something yesterday when we got back," Peter said quietly. Kamala now was starting to panic. 

"O-okay," she said. "What was it about?"

"Therapy," Peter said his voice barely above a whisper. Kamala froze.

No. Please no don't ask it. Anything but that! Anything! Please just don't say-

"She thinks you and me both need it," he finished.

Kamala felt her breath hitch. She couldn't go to therapy. She couldn't. That would mean talking about-NO. She can't! She can't! She wouldn't! She didn't want to! Why? Why? Why? She didn't want to talk about anything relating to-to that. None of it! She could bury it and it would go away. It was simple and it would work! She wouldn't have to face. . .face. Suddenly everything seemed to be closing in. It felt like she couldn't breathe. And-and-

"Kamala!" someone screamed panicked. She flinched from the voice. Then, felt soft hands cup her face. 

"Dear? I need you to focus on me. Can you do that?" a female voice asked.

She could do that. She could do that. Kamala opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) and looked around. She was still in Peter's room. But everything looked different. No wait. She was on the floor (when had she fell?) in a fetal position. Also her face was wet. Kamala brought a shaky hand (why was she shaking?) up to her face. She had been crying. Aunt May helped her into a sitting position. The woman was being gentle with her. Carefully wiping away all the tears on her face.

"W-what h-happe-en. . .wha-at. . .gah!" Kamala tried to speak but kept stuttering. She drew her legs into her self and started crying all over again. 

"Sh. It's okay. Take your time," Aunt May soothed. Kamala sniffled. What was going on with her?

"What. . .happened?" Kamala asked, calmer now. Aunt May gave her a sad smile.

"You had a slight panic attack dear," she said. Kamala's eyes widened. She had a what?

"I-I. . .what?" she asked. Kamala felt herself hyperventilating. She looked up. It felt the room was trying to swallow her whole. Crush her. For everything she did and she deserved it because-

"Look at me," Aunt May said gently.

Kamala felt the same gentle hands cup her face and bring her to eye level with the owner. Kamala looked at Aunt may. Her eyes were filled with calmness. Trying to help Kamala feel the same calm. 

"Just breathe with me okay? Deep breath in, deep breath out. You're doing good," Aunt May instructed.

Kamala took deep breaths, feeling herself calming down. She blinked and wiped at her eyes. Still taking deep breaths she looked around. Peter wasn't in here. Aunt May saw the girl look around in confusion and smiled softly.

"Peter is getting you a few things from the store," May answered the girl's unspoken question.

Kamala nodded and just looked around. Still taking deep breaths. Eventually Kamala was calm enough to stand up. Aunt May put her hands on the girl's shoulders. She wanted to know if Kamala was fully okay now. 

"Are you alright now dear?" Aunt May asked. Kamala nodded. Aunt May frowned a little. What could have possibly triggered a panic attack for her?

"Do you know what might have triggered this?" Aunt May asked carefully. She didn't want to spook the girl. 

"Ah. Peter told me about you wanting to get us therapy. And I. . .I don't want to take it," Kamala whispered. May felt sympathy for the girl. She was scared which was understandable. 

"I just. . .I'm scared to talk about it," Kamala whispered, looking off full of shame. May took one of the girl's hands. 

"Taking therapy does not make you weak. In fact, you are very brave for it. And it is okay to be scared. Everyone gets scared from time to time. And if you're scared to talk about it. Then, you should find out why," May told the girl gently. 

Kamala nodded her head. "Thank you."

Peter came back with the supplies and Kamala felt fine later. Aunt May had talked to them both about therapy sessions she was going to set up. Leaving no room on the speculation of if she was going to call a therapist. She then said they couldn't just shove everything down and behind them like it never happened.

That therapy was going to help them get better mentally and emotionally. That they needed to focus on themselves for some time before others. Kamala would admit. Maybe she needed help. And maybe she tended to focus on others more than herself. Maybe. That didn't mean she needed therapy did it? 

Kamala and Peter were in Peter's room trying to figure out where the dot would be on a map. The scanner told you how far you were from the energy signature. But didn't give you an exact location. They had figure out it was in New York still. But where in New York was the question. They had narrowed it down by some abandoned docks. Maybe there was a warehouse nearby? Regardless they would need to go out and see for themselves. 

"So, we just have to check the area out right?" Peter asked. Kamala nodded her head.

"Yup. Do you think Aunt May would let us leave? I don't want to worry her," Kamala asked. Peter hummed in thought. 

"Maybe. Either way were not fighting any bad guys. Just checking something out that started this whole mess," Peter said, crossing his arms. Kamala nodded her head and the two walked out to find the elderly woman. She was on the couch watching TV. Peter mumbled something about this being embarrassing. Causing her to have to stifle her laughter. Peter walked up to his aunt. 

"Aunt May, we wanted to let you know we found a possible place where the guy who set me and Kamala up might be. Well not the guy himself but information on him. We just need to check the area out," Peter said carefully. Aunt may frowned. 

"I really don't want you two going out with everything going on. But, as long as your not in any danger. Okay. But, be careful. I mean that," Aunt May relented.

The two teens smiled and promised to be careful. Then Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man were on their way to the docks. The energy scanner acting as their GPS and only guidance. The docks weren't far with super powers. So, the two reached the docks in no time. They actually found the warehouse right away. And it was glowing. That was an immediate red flag. Almost as if they wanted to be found out.

This is all too easy! I guess they thought no one would bother them out here. Except. . .wouldn't they still have kept a low profile? Something isn't right. 

"Spidey, keep your eyes open. Something smells fishy around here," Kamala warned. 

"I think that's the fish, Ms. M," Spider-Man joked. Kamala rolled her eyes at him.

"C'mon you doofus," she said, sticking to the shadows and crept up tot he warehouse. 

"Hey! Also I can web swing us up to the top," the webslinger relayed.

Kamala nodded and wrapped her arms around the boy's neck. Soon enough the two were on the roof. Kamala looked around for an opening. There was a glass panel looking into the warehouse. The two looked in and gasped. There were four purple guys. They looked like the guy in the first warehouse too. Same clothes as well. You could call them twins. 

All of them were operating glowing machines. Worse it looked like they were starting up a portal. Question was if they were leaving. . .or bring something in. The two looked at each other and nodded. Then they broke through the glass. Kamala knocking two of them out with enlarged fists while Peter webbed two to the floor. 

"That was really easy!" Spider-Man cheered. Kamala looked over at him about to make a remark when she saw something.

"Spidey behind you!" she screamed.

But it was too late. Two man appeared out of nowhere and tried to electrocute him. Peter flipped over their heads and landed in a crouch. Kamala backhanded the guys away. Kamala and Peter came back to back and walked in a circle. They didn't see anyone else though. Odd. 

"Is that it?" Kamala asked. She walked forward towards the computer. She started fiddling with it. 

"Maybe. . ." Peter muttered.

Kamala tried to hack the computer but it was clearly not from Earth. She didn't know how to hack alien programs. She sighed. Then screamed as someone clamped a collar to her neck and electrocuted her. Kamala fell to the ground in pain. The charges jumping across her body and lighting her nerves on fire. She gasped as the pain dulled. Her head lolled and she saw. Spider-Man fight more than ten guys. All of them armed. 

No. . .have. . .to do. . .something. Kamala thought sluggishly. But she couldn't do anything. There was nothing she could do. She was helpless. She watched as Spidey got staggered by a blast from a gun. A man quickly clamped a collar on him too. The same electricity spiking through Peter. Rage filled Kamala and she let out a feral scream.

But, her powers weren't working. They were negated. A purple man came over and started activating the portal looking thing. Kamala struggled to stay awake. She had to know what was going on. Then someone harshly grabbed her. And the last thing Kamala heard was a single sentence and the noise of the portal as she was tossed through said portal. 

"Kang is making sure you two don't interfere for good. Happy fighting," he cackled. Kamala groggily wondered what that meant as it all went dark. 

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" ranged the crowd of blood thirsty people. 

Kamala groaned and held her head. What had happened? Where was she? Opening her eyes, Kamala realized she was on her back. Laying on sand. In a stadium. She slowly sat up and looked around. She was sitting on sand in a stadium filled with people. But the people looked like. . .aliens? What the-the memories of the warehouse flashed through her head. 

"Oh no. Oh nononononono! Crud! Spidey, we need to-Spider-Man?!" Kamala panicked. She looked around. Suddenly this stadium was starting to feel like an arena. She saw Peter to her right looking around confused. She ran over to him and helped him up. They needed to leave. If they didn't they were about to become dead meat. If the crowd's chanting wasn't enough to put her on edge. 

"What's going on?" Peter asked. 

"I don't know! I just know we need to get out of here from the crowd chanting fight!" Kamala shouted over the screaming.

The two tried to find a door way. But there was none. Only bar doors. Were those exits? The two teens ran to them only to be electrocuted. The two fell screaming in pain. Just as quickly as it came it left. The two panted and held the area where their necks had generated the electricity. And felt the collars. Both groaned in frustration. They were trapped. Kamala was about to suggest a plan when a voice boomed over the stadium. 

"Hellooooooo, my guests! As you know I promised a fight like no other today! For we have fighters from a different planet! System even! I introduce you to our new fighters on the defending side: Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man!" the voice said loudly.

Kamala filled with dread. Fighters!? She looked up and saw a private box being suspended in the air by technology. She squinted their was someone in the shadows. Someone who she couldn't make out. But the guy who had spoke had blue skin so he was obviously alien too. Great. He was wearing yellow robes and had white hair. Even weirder. She figured he was the host of this whole thing. Kamala looked around. Just what were they supposed to do now?

"And before we meet our champion on the attacking side, I have a special guest with me. Now, you may not know him. He's sly and a bit mischievous. I introduce you to our sponsor. . .LOKI!" the host announced. Kamala gaped in shock. 

"LOKI?!" Kamala and Peter exclaimed. 

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"LOKI?!" Kamala and Peter exclaimed. 

As for Loki himself, he walked from the shadows and waved at the people. He smiled at them. It was like he was greeting adoring fans. Or adoring subjects. It made Kamala's blood boil. What the heck was Loki of all people doing here?! Here, on a planet! That was probably far from Earth! And giving Kamala and Peter no way of getting back. Which left them stranded on a planet surrounded by alien people. Crud. They needed help. And unfortunately there was only one person who could help them. . .

"Peter. . .we need help," Kamala said, already hating the plan forming in her mind. 

"Yeah, no kidding. Why would Loki be here?" Peter asked. Kamala shrugged. She didn't honestly care. Her head was tired and burnt out. 

"We need to get help from Loki," Kamala said bluntly. Peter turned to her with a shocked face. He didn't think they had gone that far down the villain hole. 

"Kamala, I love you and trust you but, that is a terrible idea and plan. Loki is known for lying!" the boy exclaimed. Kamala sighed tiredly. 

"He's also the only one we know who can get us off this planet," Kamala countered. Peter groaned. He hated that it was true. They needed help from the trickster. It was their only way of getting off this planet. And possibly more if Kamala played her cards right. 

Kamala walked forward, Peter walking beside her. She nodded to him and they started running. Getting as close to the private box as they dared. So far they hadn't been shocked by the collars yet. Kamala wondered if she could use her powers. If she could, she could embiggened herself and come up to height with the private box. This way she could talk to Loki. And possibly get them an out.

The guy who had talked first was still addressing the crowd. Waving his arms and hands in an exaggerated manner. Kamala studied him closely. She didn't know the guy. Even after all her times in space when she was an Avenger. He might have been recognized by the others though. 

Kamala started to embiggen herself when she cried out in pain. Nope. Powers were a definite nope. Kamala quickly shrunk down and hissed in pain. The electricity giving her enough reason to nurse her neck. What was the point of this? The guys said Kang was 'taking care of them for good'. What did that mean? Making them fight to the death? Or was it something else?

"LOKI! LOKI LISTEN TO ME!" Kamala hollered up to the box.

She waved at the box. Loki looked over the box and made eye contact. Kamala felt dread creep back in as his eyes showed amusement. Oh no. Kamala knew whenever Loki was amused he was going to play his games. Loki wouldn't be in league with Kang would he? Kamala wouldn't put it beneath him. In fact, it seemed right up his alleyway. How do you make a lying tricking brother of Thor who would most definitely kill any Avenger listen to you? Kamala smiled as a plan came to mind.

"I'm going to try something stupid," Kamala said bluntly. 

"Those aren't comforting words coming out of your mouth," Peter said nervously. Kamala was supposed to be the strategic one of them. 

"No they are not. Try to play along okay?" Kamala said getting ready. 

"LOKI LAUEFAYSON! HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU JERK!" Kamala hollered.

It got real quiet. Good. Her throat was starting to hurt badly. Loki appeared in front of her causing her to yelp. He was still the same as the time he took over the world when some of them had rescued the time trapped Avengers. 

"What do you want human? I would like to get to your inevitable death. An Avengers death is something I look forward to," Loki sneered. Kamala chuckled. 

"But haven't you heard? I'm not an Avenger anymore! And Spider-Man never was. In fact, were now enemies with the Avengers," Kamala said smugly. Loki paused and sent her a confused look. 

"You're lying," he said. Peter piped up next. 

"She's not. We literally attacked the tower with malicious intent," Peter said. Loki frowned at the boy. 

"Why would either of you do that?" he hissed glancing at the stadium. Kamala smirked. 

"Because. . .they wronged us and we wanted revenge," Kamala said as if it was obvious. It wasn't like she was lying. They had wanted revenge. They both regretted it now though. . .

"So, what you mortals are saying is that you are enemies with Earth's mightiest? And now villains?" Loki asked. Kamala and Peter nodded. 

Loki burst into laughter. 

"Ahahaha! Priceless! The Avengers little pet and a hated super hero, villains! Ha!" Loki laughed. Kamala and Peter glanced at each other sharing annoyed looks. Kamala crossed her arms. 

"Read my mind if you don't believe me," Kamala said. Loki stopped at that. He shot her a wary look. Peter also shooting her a worried glance. 

"If you say so human," Loki said.

Kamala gasped as it felt like someone had just reached into her head and pulled something out. She blinked and rubbed her head. It left a weird sensation that was for sure. Loki was looking between the two teens and pointing a finger at them both. 

"You are enemies with the Avengers. One moment," Loki said. He disappeared in a flash of green light and appeared in the private box. 

"You think it worked?" Peter whispered to her. 

"I don't know. He seemed convinced at most," Kamala whispered back. She glanced back at the private box. Loki and the host seemed to be talking about something. The host then turned to the audience. 

"My dear audience! It seems our defenders are being spared from doom by Loki! But, we will have a new defender in a moment! The Sakaar gladiator battles will rage on!" The host boomed.

The crowd erupted into cheers knowing they still got the show promised to them. It made the two teens sick that they craved so much violence. Kamala did make a mental note about where they were though. If they truly were on Sakaar they definitely weren't on Earth. They were in a whole other galaxy. Which was bad. But, if her plan worked, Loki would get them off this planet. And maybe a way to stop Kang. 

"Well looks like your plan worked," Peter whispered in her ear.

Kamala hummed in agreement. She just hoped that she hadn't doomed them in the process. Loki appeared in front of them and raised an eyebrow. He sighed and flicked his hand. A green light consuming them all. Kamala blinked and she was in a room. It was alien which was to be expected. She looked around. It seemed to be a living room. There was a couch and two chairs facing each other in the middle of the room. She looked to her left and saw Peter blinking in confusion. 

"What just happened?" he asked. Kamala shrugged. 

"What happened is that I teleported us to my suite on this lovely planet," Loki purred, appearing from a counter set to the back left of the room. Kamala frowned. 

"Because?" she asked. 

"So we could talk in private. I looked in that mortal brain of yours and I have to say, very impressive on almost disassembling Earth's defense," Loki congratulated. But all it left was a pit in the polymorph's stomach. 

"We weren't trying to-" she started to defend herself and Peter when Loki cut her off.

"But you were. And you did. You raided Avengers Tower, fought the team unprovoked, had the intention of tearing that hunk of wires and metal limb from limb, and almost gravely injured a founding Avenger along with the things you did alone," Loki tutted. Peter furrowed his brows and looked at Kamala in confusion. The girl's eyes widening in dread. Peter didn't know about Revenger or about her mission. . .or about her working with Taskmaster to get revenge first. He had only heard Tony say it once but regardless he could have thought that the name was a taunt. Nothing more. Not to mention they were both blinded by rage not to really absorb anything. 

Loki seemed to catch Peter's confusion. 

"Oh. You didn't know? Your little girlfriend here became a villain long before you. Isn't that right Revenger?" Loki said innocently. Kamala snarled at him. 

"What's he talking about?" Peter asked. "What does he mean long before me? And Tony was serious about Revenger?" 

"I-I can explain. It's just. . .when we left the tower and everything I had to find a way to clear my name-"

"So you decided do what?" Peter cut in. Kamala swallowed hard. Her throat suddenly becoming dry. 

"Work with Taskmaster to clear my name," she said emotionless. Peter stared at her only blinking. 

"And how did you go about that?" he asked. Kamala looked off not meeting his stare. 

"And how did you go about that?" Peter repeated. Kamala screwed her eyes shut, clenching her fists. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault-

"She decided to become a villain under the name Revenger and crash Stark's little gala," Loki chimed in. Kamala's breath caught. That slimy lying little-

"You what?" Peter asked in shock. Kamala ran a hand down her face. 

"It was the only way! If you had been there-"

"Which I would have if you hadn't said to split up!" Peter yelled. Kamala frowned.

"We couldn't go together! You know that! It would have made the Avengers catch us all the easier!" Kamala shouted back, her anger rising. She had done that to protect Peter. To make sure he had stayed out of it. Not get involved! But it wasn't like it had worked anyway. He still got involved. But it had a reason then. 

"I had a reason then too. Protect you," Peter stated firmly. Kamala whirled around to face him. She hadn't said that. Had she? Also, protect her. . .what. Kamala blinked. 

"It wasn't your fight," she said. Peter gave her a hard stare. 

"It is now," he said mildly annoyed that Kamala would lie to his face. 

"Still shouldn't be," she shot back. Peter frowned and crossed her arms. 

"My my. Don't tell him how you destroyed one of Stark's suits. And almost got civilians in danger. The very thing you were accused for," Loki added in with mock concern. Kamala's eyes narrowed dangerously. She turned to Loki in anger. 

"Shut up!" she yelled. Loki merely feigned hurt. 

"I'm helping. Peter should know Taskmaster heard part of your conversation and endangered civilians. Couples should be honest with each other," he stated nodding. Kamala was about to punch him when Peter's voice drew her back. 

"You put civilians at risk?" he whispered.

Kamala turned to look at him and-his face. It was filled with disbelief and hurt. And it seemed to also hold sadness and-and. . .disappointment. Disappointment. He was disappointed with her. For not being that hero. For doing the very thing she claimed she had been falsely accused of. And the more she thought bout it. The more the statement was true. She had put civilians in danger. She had hurt them. Knocked out people just doing their job. Had let Taskmaster keep civilians trapped. Someone could have gotten hurt. Because she was selfish. Because she had put innocents in danger. 

"Yes," Kamala whispered.

Peter looked at her with an unreadable expression. Then he simply stated he needed to be alone and walked out the room. Kamala remained where she was. How much more screwed up could her life get?

"Wow. I mean that had to be hard for you," Loki said in his stupid mock concern voice. 

"Would you please just SHUT UP!" she screeched. Tears ran down her face as she threw the couch at Loki. And it went right through him. That sneaking-!

"Anger issues," he mused.

Kamala snapped. 

"WELL STOP BEING A COWARD THEN AND SHOW YOURSELF! YOU COULD HELP ME STOP KANG BUT INSTEAD YOU DO THIS!" she screamed at his fake.

She panted and pulled at her hair. She had been so stupid! All she did was hurt people. She hurt civilians. She hurt the Avengers. She hurt her family. She hurt Aunt May. She hurt. . .Peter. Everyone. Every. Single. Person. She hurt them. And she had a feeling she would only hurt more. Because that was what she had been good at so far it seemed. 

"Kang? What does Kang have to do with this?" Loki asked now confused. And also on one of the chairs. Kamala walked a little closer and narrowed her eyes at him. he didn't see that rummaging through her head?

"Kang. He's the one who set me up, got me kicked out of the Avengers, put a virus in vision. You know the guy behind all this?" Kamala explained, crossing her arms. Loki frowned. 

"You think Kang is behind all this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Kamala breathed out a sigh. Why did he care anyway?

"Yes," she said exasperated. Loki then raised both eyebrows. And burst into laughter. Now it was Kamala's turn to frown. It wasn't enough for him to ruin her relationship but now laugh at her face too?

"What's so funny?" she asked annoyed. Loki stopped laughing and wiped a tear from his eye. 

"Ah. . .you mortals are truly idiotic," Loki said laughing again. Kamala rolled her eyes. 

"How so?" she snapped. Loki looked at her again barely containing his laughter. 

"Well, Kang is not behind all this," Loki said. Kamala paused. What? The trickster rolled his own eyes seeing the teenager pause.

"Oh come on now. Don't tell me you really thought it was Kang. Use that little brain of yours to think real hard. What is Kang?" Loki tossed her a bone. Kamala furrowed her brows. 

"Um, a purple dude with a lot of tech?" she answered unsure. Loki placed his head in his hands and sighed. 

"No. He is a time traveler. And let's say he has made deals. And to put it simply, one of those deals was to offer his hand in help," Loki informed. 

"Who did he make that deal with?" Kamala asked, suddenly feeling dread seep back inside her. This time stronger. 

"Simple. The Kree," Loki said as if it was obvious. 

"The Kree? Why would the Kree have anything to do with this? They haven't been to Earth in a while!" Kamala immediately rejected the idea. 

Loki simply tutted like a mother to a misbehaving child.

"You see, Kang was just a person sent to do the dirty work. You are the target. The orchestrator is the Kree. Or more specifically someone in the Kree. Tell me, have you angered anyone with full Kree blood?" Loki revealed.

Kamala paused. She let the words sink in. So, Kang wasn't behind this? Just a pawn? And if so. . .then someone else was behind this. Someone Kree. Who had she angered that was Kree? She honestly couldn't think of anyone. 

"I don't know," Kamala said slowly. Loki stood up and walked towards her. 

"Then you need to figure it out. By finding Kang and stopping him. Unfortunately, you cannot do that at your power level. We would need to pick something up from Asgard. That is, if you want to stop whoever targeted you?" Loki offered.

Kamala thought it over. She did want to stop Kang. But Loki was right, sadly, that her power level wouldn't match. And if whatever was on Asgard helped? That made her all the more willing. And then she could stop Kang and figure out who was behind all this. But, that left one question. Why would Loki help her? And she definitely couldn't trust him. So why help him gain potential access to a powerful thing?

"I do. But, why are you helping me? You know I can't trust you right?" Kamala said, finally making her mind up. 

"Let us say while you knock out your enemies I also knock out one of my own in the process. As for not trusting me. . .you really don't have a choice do you?" Loki replied. Kamala hummed. 

"Okay. We go to Asgard get this whatever it is to stop Kang and ONLY stop Kang. Then, we stop whoever is behind this and you take me back home on EARTH. Along with a favor," Kamala negotiated. Loki raised an eyebrow. 

"Fair. But, what favor?" he asked. Kamala took a deep breath. 

"You teleport Spider-Man home back on Earth," Kamala said softly.

She knew Peter might hate her for this. But it wasn't like he didn't already hate her. After all, she lied to his face and endangered civilians. He had to hate her for that. Even enough to break up with her probably. That thought sent her reeling. No. She cut that train of thought off quickly. She was going to protect Peter. Even if that meant cutting him off. Because she loved him. 

"Deal," Loki said, holding his hand out for her to shake.

Kamala shook his hand. This was the right thing to do. What other option did she have? The Avengers wouldn't help her. Not after everything. And Peter wasn't. . .an option either now. So, it was just her. And a known enemy of the Avengers. Loki's hand glowed green and Kamala turned around and saw the unconscious form of Peter float into the room. Kamala was about to demand what Loki did until Loki opened a portal. To Earth. And it was Peter's room as well. Kamala grabbed Peter's sleeping form and whispered an apology before placing him on his bed. Using her powers to stretch through the portal. The whole time she kept her tears at bay. Tears of regret and sadness. She had already cried too much from pain. 

The portal closed and Kamala let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. That was it. This was it. Now she had to stop Kang. And whoever was behind this. They targeted her for a reason. And she was going to repay them in kind. And that was it. Her and Loki left for Asgard the next day. Kamala heading off on a mission. Not knowing she had just sealed her fate. Not knowing that she had just made sure she would be pit against the Avengers. With her on the wrong side of the field. And not knowing that she was getting closer to the decision capable of destroying worlds. 

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Kamala looked over her shoulder to make sure they weren't followed. Loki had snuck them inside Asgard. She honestly wasn't surprised though. After all, it wasn't like Loki had a good history with Asgard nor Earth. With both places he tried to conquer and rule for himself. 

She stopped when Loki held up a hand. They had been going deep into the castle. Walking through the inner works of it to the very bottom. Sort of like the basement of the humongous castle. 

That meant she had seen a lot. 

The walls and floors along with other things were made of all kinds of metals and fabrics. It looked like gold and silver and all sorts of other things. There were weapons hung up on the walls too. But they seemed to be made our of something different. When Kamala had asked what the shields were made of, Loki had only said Uru. A metal on Asgard. 

Regardless, Kamala still marveled at the beauty of it all. The metal seemed to capture light and reflect it back in multicolored light. She then remembered her first time on Asgard. When she and the Avengers had stopped Loki from becoming Sorceror Supreme. Ironically now she was now helping Loki get power instead of stopping him. 

You are not helping him get power! This is to stop Kang. Which speaking of, I should probably have a back up plan in case Loki stabs me in the back. Physically and metaphorically. Kamala ranted in her mind. 

Loki turned back to her and motioned for her to follow him. Walking silently, she followed Loki down the halls to a set double doors. It had a huge slab of metal slotted into hooks. Keeping the door shut tight. They would have to move that huge slab if they wanted to get in. Kamala walked closer to the door. If she grew to her huge size she could move the slab. Loki seemed to sense what she was thinking. Or rather he read her mind. Again. 

Kamala shook her head and whispered embiggen. She grew up in size until she reached her max. Then, with a grunt, she moved the slab of stone and placed it on the floor as quietly as possible. Which wasn’t really quiet. A boom sounded as he slab touched the ground. The polymorph grimacing at the sound. 

Sh quickly shrunk down and looked both ways. Concerned that the noise had alerted guards. Loki was glaring at the door. What had happened. She had been careful! The slab shouldn’t have made that hug of a noise! 

“Loki we should-“ Kamala started only for Loki to stop her. 

“No no. It isn’t you fault. It appears father has set up plans in case of this. You were surprisingly quiet. Though I don’t doubt brother will be here soon,” Loki said more to himself than the teen. Kamala paled at the last part though. 

“Wait! Thor’s here? And we came! Loki!” Kamala exclaimed, panic starting to consume her. 

“Do not fret mortal. We will live. As soon as we open the door and get inside. Thor can’t touch us in there,” Loki stated. 

“O-okay,” Kamala stammered. She wasn’t so sure. She couldn’t run into any of the Avengers. Not now. Not until she stopped Kang and his boss. Whoever they were. 

She sighed and embiggened, opening the door. The two walked in and the door closed behind them automatically. The teen shrunk down and looked around. They seemed to be in some sort of chamber of sorts. It had a domed ceiling engraved with a language she didn’t understand or knew. For all she knew it could be Asgardian or something. The rest of the room was pretty normal more or less. 

That is, if you counted pictures of destruction and a podium that looked suspiciously like a cell normal. 

The walls of the chamber all had pictures. Pictures of destruction and. . .other images. It was weird. Kamala walked closer to one depiction curiously. It was of a person holding a red object. It emitted a red light and the person was using it to do something. The red was causing ripples and it seemed that the ripples changed things. A rippled was going horizontally across a person. Their top half was normal. They were wearing modern clothing. But their bottom half. . .it looked as if they belonged in medieval times. 

Kamala gasped as she came to an epiphany. 

The ripples weren’t ripples. And the red object wasn’t just a simple red object. She had heard some snippets and stories from some of the Avengers. The only one ever giving her a detailed description and story being Thor. This wasn’t just any chamber. In fact, some would call it a prison. And for good reasons.  

This was a chamber, a prison, for an infinity stone. And from the looks of it, it appeared to be the stone of reality.

Peter woke up in his bed and groaned. He rubbed at his head sleepily. He liked how soft his bed felt all of a sudden-wait. BED!? The boy shot up and looked around. It couldn’t be true! He wasn’t! And yet he was. He was back in his room. At his house. On Earth. He remembered that he was very much NOT on Earth when he had last been awake. So what had happened? 

Loki. Loki happened. 

A scowl worked its way onto Peter’s face as he thought of the trickster. He had done something! He knew it! The last thing he reimbursed was a voice telling him to sleep. And the voice sounded distinctly like Loki’s. Loki who was probably still with Kamala. Who was probably also in danger! 

Peter jumped out of bed and hurried to his window. He was about to leap out of it when a memory hit him like a freight train. 

”You put civilians at risk?” He whispered.

Kamala turned to look at him. Her face seemed shocked only to morph into realization, shame, and guilt. Peter flashed her a disappointed look. She wouldn’t. She would never. Not after everything Kamala would tell him if-

“Yes,” Kamala whispered. 

Peter couldn’t process it. His brain blue screened as he got up and walked out of the room. He mumbled he needed to be alone. Then he walked out into the hallway and just stared at a wall. 

The boy grimaced at that memory. What had he done? Kamala probably thought he hated her or wanted to break up! He had to fix this. Had to do something. He couldn’t take Loki on his own. No. But he knew a couple of people who could. He just had to convince them to help. Which probably shouldn’t be hard. But, with his Parker luck, he wasn’t putting it out. 

Peter eventually made it to the tower and took the elevator up. Surprisingly, nothing attacked him yet. Did the Avengers want him to come up? Or was there something else at play? He fidgeted remembering the last time he had come here. It was with Kamala to get revenge on the Avengers. Because they were both in pain and suffering. They had just wanted others to feel it too. Looking back Peter thought how disappointed Uncle Ben would be of him. Abusing his power. 

The elevator dinged and Peter walked out. Greeted to the sight of the Avengers all suited up and ready to fight. So it appeared they were waiting on him. Peter held up his hands in surrender. He wans’t trying to start a fight. But stop one. The Avengers simply gave him looks of varying pity. Wait. Pity?

”Relax son, we’re not going to hurt you,” Captain America said calmly. Peter let out a breath at that. 

“Though we have to ask, why are you here PJs? And where’s Stretch?” Tony spoke up. Peter frowned at the man. Still not entirely forgiving him for what he did. 

“I need help. Kamala is in danger. Possibly from Loki and I don’t know where they are currently,” Peter confessed. The Avengers all glanced at each other. 

“We need you to tell us everything. Now,” Black Widow said seriously. And he did just that. 

Peter spilled everything that happened on Sakarr. The Avengers listening and nodding their heads. They then told him how Thor had just sent them an alert. Someone was trying to steal the infinity stone hidden on Asgard. The Avengers apparently had a system in place to guard the infinity stones. Which were stones of dangerous power.

Peter blinked. Kamala wouldn’t actually try to take one. . .would she? Loki could have taken over her mind. That was a possibility. Regardless of the situation he had to make sure Kamala was safe. And apologize to her. So, that’s how Peter ended up in the Avenget with the other Avengers as it was Bifrosted to Asgard by a guy named Heimdall. Who was a blind not blind dude with a sword. Seriously, how much more complicated could things get?

He had a feeling his Parker luck was about to come and bit him in the butt about that. 

Thor flew down the hall and landed in front of the door with a thud. The doors were closed and seemed as if nobody had ever touched it. However, the slab of stone meant to keep the doors locked had been moved. As if someone had picked the slab up and placed it gently on the ground. No one should have been able to lift a stone that heavy. 

Frowning, THor examined the slab as he pushed the door opened with a gust of wind. Two voices had been arguing before he came but they had become quiet upon his entry. Thor looked at the source of the to voices and gasped in shock. 

“LOKI!? Young marvel? What is the meaning of this!?” Thor demanded, lightning crackling along his hammer. 

“Ah, you see Thor, me and the young one were just. . .securing the stone for you,” Loki lied. Kamala rapidly nodded her head. Thor tilted his head and frowned. 

“You mean the stone I had secured a long time ago?” Thor asked. Loki laughed nervously as he noticed the electricity growing around the hammer. Only to let out a yelp as the hammer smashed into the his chest. Kamala gasped and her eyes widened as they landed on Thor. 

“Hey buddy. . .we’re cool right?” Kamala said nervously, backing towards the stone. Thor turned his glare on her. 

“We are most certainly not ‘cool’ young one. You have a lot to answer for. Especially your attack on the tower with the man of spiders!” Thor said, making his disappointment known. 

Kamala sighed and Thor’s face softened. Seeing the young girl who had arrived at the tower with wide eyes of wonder. How times had changed from that. Thor was about to comfort the teen when her words stopped the Asgardian in his tracks. 

“I’m about to have a lot more to answer to then,” she mumbled. Thor was about to ask what she meant when Kamala raced to the stone and smashed the box. After all, it was meant to keep the stone in more so than others out. 

Thor raced forward to stop Kamala but he was too late. He heard the doors burst open. But, he didn’t turn to see who it was. As Kamala’s hand wrapped around the reality stone, it glowed in her hand. Pulsing a bright red light. A shockwave sent everyone in the room back. Thor blinked through his hazy vision to see a a swirl of red forming in the center of the room. And in the middle, Kamala being consumed by it all. 

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The stone pulsed in her hand as the light grew. A thick red cloud started swirling around her. Even lifting her off the ground as it grew. Consuming her even. Kamala gasped and shut her eyes trying to settle the nausea rising. Though she didn't realize that reality was changing around her. 

Until she heard their voices. 

Kamala turned around and came face to face with her family. Alive and not dusted. And happy. There as if everything in the span of the last weeks never happened. Kamala felt tears well in her eyes as they run down her cheeks. Hope and relief blooming inside of her. The teen bolted to her parents and brother-

Only to pass right through them. 

Kamala paused in horror. They can't be. . .no no no. The girl turned around and saw her family crumbling to dust. Again. Kamala cried out and tried to hold them together. Tried to do something! Tears of happiness quickly changed to ones of sadness. 

No no no no! Not again! NOT AGAIN! I CAN'T LOSE THEM AGAIN! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE! 

Kamala cried as she fell to her knees. She buried he face into her hands and sobbed. She had failed to save them a second time. How useless could she be? How stupid? WHY COULDN’T SHE JUST STOP HURTING EVERYONE!?

”Kamala. . .” A voice weakly sounded.

Kamala looked up and realized she was in a different place. She was on top of Avengers Tower. But, something was off. Wrong. The tower was going up in flames. Part of the building was collapsed. Debris and rubble covered the streets. And the glass windows were shattered, showcasing the chaos that had happened inside. But, that wasn’t what caught her. It was the voice that had called her name. The voice had sounded like. . .like-

“Peter?” Kamala chocked out.

Turning around, she gasped at the horrific sight. Peter was on the ground but he didn’t look right. For starters, his left arm was angled weirdly. The forearm twisted backward. Kamala ran towards Peter and kneeled beside him. She could save him. She could-she could-she could do something! 

But there was nothing she could do. 

Peter had a freaking hole blasted in his stomach. Anger boiled in Kamala as she knew only one thing could make that type of damage. An arc reactor. One that belonged to Tony Stark. Kamala felt grief and pure raw rage war inside her. Even without the hole Peter was bleeding out from his shoulder. His collarbone was broken.

He had multiple wounds and there was an arrow in his back. Kamala started sobbing. She couldn’t save him! She failed again! She only got the people she loved hurt! This was all her fault. All her’s. She had caused this. And she didn’t’t do anything to help or reverse it. Now Peter. . .

Kamala let out an agonized scream and hit the the floor. 

The scene shifted and it showed Kamala fighting the Avengers. She was in her huge form and about to stomp on Hawkeye when Danvers flew in. She punched the other Kamala in the head. But it seemed to only anger the teenager. The other Kamala then said that if they were going to play she was too. She kicked Natasha and Tony where Clint was and-

“NO! NO NO NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! JUST STOP IT! Please. . .” Kamala pleaded, shutting her eyes. 

The gruesome scene made the heroine sick. She fell again and curled into a ball, shaking violently. Waves of all sorts of emotions racking her. She had just. . .she had just murdered them. And she didn’t hesitate. That was what scared Kamala. That she just did it. Did it and was probably going to fight the others. And do the same thing to them. 

WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HER?! 

Kamala started hyperventilating and giggling. She didn’t get why though. She thought maybe she was finally borderline crazy and insane now. She considered herself insane at this point. Kamala’s giggles turned into hysterical laughter. They were right. They were all right. She was a monster and a villain. Heck, she might even be psychotic! That thought made Kamala break down in tears. She didn’t know what she felt at this point. 

She just knew she wanted it to stop. 

Kamala rolled onto her knees and placed her hands in her lap. She thought back to when she discovered she could morph her hands into weapons. How it could be virtually any weapon. A small smile crept not her face. It would be easy. No one would miss her. She could end this now. Everything would be fixed. She could finally stop hurting everyone! 

Kamala morphed her right hand into a double bladed ax and held it in front of her heart. A feeling of numbness came over her. 

It would be so easy. Everything would be easy after this. 

But was the easy way ever the way I took?

It would be so simple. 

When has my life ever been simple? 

She would stop hurting people.

But, would I only hurt more? What about Peter? Peter cares. So do the others. They wouldn’t want me to do this. 

THEY HATE YOU! A voice screamed at her. Kamala gasped. She changed the ax back into her hand. That wasn’t her voice. That wasn’t a voice she heard before. Except. . .the one giving her dark thoughts just now. Edging her to-to do it. Kamala looked at her hand. What was she about to do? 

“KAMALA!” A voice shouted her name desperately. 

Peter. . .he’s here? For me? 

Kamala turned to the source of the sound. Blinking the blurriness of the tears away. But the tears kept flowing. Kamala slowly got up. It felt like gravity was weighing her down. Trying to keep her here. In this. . .prison. This cage of misery and suffering. But she didn’t want to stay here. Not anymore than she already had. Kamala saw a dark figure. It looked like it was trying to get to her. 

“PETER!” She shouted desperately. Her throat burning from using it. 

“KAMALA? KAMALA! I’M COMING!” Peter shouted back. The polymorph limped towards the form even faster. She had to get out of here. With sheer panic and grief fueling her Kamala started to gain a jog. 

You’re pathetic. The voice spoke again. 

“Yeah? And you’re even more pathetic if you think you can keep me here,” Kamala grunted back in response. 

They’ll hate you. Do you really think they care?

Kamala thought of all the times she speaks with the Avengers and Peter. How they had helped her and always had her back. She thought of how stupid she had been to think they would hate her. It had seem so likely at the time when they had been hunting her. But now? They had apologized. And said they wanted to make up for everything. 

Kamala let a small smile work its way onto her face, “Yes.”

The voice growled but went away nonetheless. Kamala panted as she saw the form take shape of Peter. He saw her and ran towards her. Kamala strained and limped towards him. Peter and her were so close. Ten feet. Eight. Six. she could almost just reach her hand out and-

A cloud of red sent them flying back. 

Kamala groaned as she landed hard on the floor. The swirling red floor to be exact. She looked up and saw Peter was also getting up. 

“PETER! PETER I’M SORRY!” Kamala shouted. She felt despair taking over her. She wasn’t going to make it out. The stone was keeping her here. And that was it. She was pathetic. Useless. Nothing. 

“I’M SORRY! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE FOR YOU! KAMALA. . .KAMALA I LOVE YOU!” Peter shouted earnestly. Kamala looked at him with wide eyes. He. . .he still loved her? After what she did? He still loved her. 

“I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DID! YOU’RE TRYING TO DO BETTER! BE BETTER! WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES DANG IT! I DO TOO! YOU’RE NOT ALONE! YOU NEVER WERE! I’LL HOLD YOUR HAND!” Peter declared. Kamala felt new tars run down her face. He cared. He cared so much about her. He loved her. 

And she loved him too. 

Kamala grunted as she got up. Pain spiking in different places of her body. She felt her muscles burn as they constricted and tensed automatically. The pressure making her blood run. 

“We named you Kamala. . .it means perfect,” Abu told her. 

She breathed heavily as she put one foot in front of the other. The gravity bearing down on her. Making every step feel like her feet were blocks of cement. He hair stuck to her head slick with sweat. The sweat was running off her too along with her tears. Both getting in her eyes. Stinging them and tinting her vision red from bloodshot. But she could see clear as day. 

“Good isn’t a thing you are, it’s a thing you do,” Kamala said to herself as she finished putting the lightning bolt on her costume. 

She could see Peter getting closer to her. He was in a similar condition. But both wore faces of determination. Not ready to give up. To stop or let doubt seep in. Too many times had they done that already. They started getting closer to each other. That’s when the ground started shaking. So violently that Kamala started to shake herself. Kamala screamed out in pain as the gravity pressed harder. Peter letting out a cry of frustration. 

“When one man saves one person, it’s as if he’s saved all humanity,” Abu told her seriously. 

She would save someone. She would save herself. Peter. And anyone else. Always. No matter who it was. 

“And when one man kills someone, it’s as if he’s killed all humanity.”

She would stop Kang from hurting anyone else. And then stop his boss from hurting anyone. Or making any others their pawns. Then, she would help others. She had to. It was what she felt to do. What she was called to do even before Ms. Marvel. 

Do good. 

Kamala and Peter were closer now. But, Kamala knew the moment they got too close they would be sent back again. In far worse conditions added in too. So, she did the only thing she could think of. She took Peter’s offer. He said she would hold her hand? She would hold his. Every step of the way. 

“PETER! TAKE MY HAND!” Kamala called out.

She lifted her arm and reached out. The strain making veins pop up. The blood already going to her feet due to the gravity. It was making her lightheaded. But she had to fight it. Kamala gritted her teeth and kept walking forward to Peter. Who had his own hand outstretched to Kamala. Peter and Kamala reached out to each other. The two grabbed each other’s hands. A bond that couldn’t be broken. Not by anything. 

The red dust shot up again in a funnel cloud. Instead of being blown back like last time, Kamala and Peter held on to each other. Neither letting go. In fact, they pulled the other closer to them. Until the two could wrap their arms around each other tightly. Both using each other for support. The funnel only intensified. Kamala whimpered into Peter’s chest. Peter shut his eyes and mumbled soothing words into Kamala’s hair. 

Kamala looked at Peter’s face and touched his nose with hers. Peter opened his eyes and looked at her. Kamala saw the panic and fear in them but the glint of determination. The determination he had to get to her. Her who he still loved after everything. A small chuckle escaped the teen’s lips at that thought. Peter was the definition of undying love. Kamala smiled and tilted her head a little. She rested her forehead against Peter’s. A smile found its way onto the boy's face as well. 

“I love you,” Kamala and Peter whispered to each other. Both saying it with love and only for each other’s ears. 

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Peter grabbed her hand and held on tight. Not just for him but for Kamala. He needed her to know he was there. There for her now and always. So when Kamala had gripped his in return he knew that she felt the same. The funnel rose around them and Peter pulled Kamala closer to him. Eventually, they were able to wrap their arms around each other. 

Hearing Kamala whimper, Peter tried to soothe her. But even he was getting scared. How long would this funnel go on for? Was this what one stone could do? something touching his nose drew him from his thoughts as he looked down and saw Kamala. She was giving him this funny look. She rested her forehead against his and Peter heard the little sigh she gave out. If this was gonna be it. Peter was going t let her know the truth. 

“I love you,” Kamala and Peter whispered to each other. Both saying it with love and only for each other’s ears. 

Just like that it stopped. 

The two landed rather harshly on the ground. With both groaning in pain. That was a fight he no doubted did NOT want to repeat. But still it felt kind of nice to just lie there for a second and not have to worry about anything. Just holding your girlfriend and trying to let the pain dull to just an ache. 

“KIDS!” Someone shouted in panic. Huh. That sounded like Mr. Stark. 

“PLEASE ANSWER!” Boomed someone’s voice. Definitely Thor. He felt Kamala tense up in his arms. Peter looked down and saw fear cross her face. 

“Please don’t let me near them. I can’t-I don’t want to-they’ll know and then-“ Kamala kept stuttering. She started crying and buried her face into Peter’s chest. Peter stroked her hair and whispered soothing thoughts. 

“Hey, it’s okay. What’s wrong though? I don’t understand,” Peter whispered. Kamala looked up at him with such a huge amount of sadness and guilt it shattered his heart. She shouldn’t have to feel like this. Ever. 

"Please get me out of here. I promise I'll explain-just please don't let me near them!" Kamala pleaded in distress.

Peter nodded his head slowly. He assumed she was talking about the Avengers. If that was the case Peter sort of understood. Kamala might be too distress to even talk normally. Not to mention she did want to stay clear of the Avengers. Neither teen forgiving the team of superheroes yet. 

“Kamala. . .” A voice spoke up. Peter turned and saw Black Widow looking at her in concern. Kamala let out a yelp and started backing up. Peter gripped her hand and locked eyes with her. She looked so scared. What happened? 

“No!” Kamala screamed closing her eyes. She seemed in pain. Peter rushed closer to her and held her hand. 

“What’s wrong?” Peter whispered. Kamala snapped her eyes open and looked at Peter. . .with fear. Was she afraid of him? Did he say something? She backed up slowly and held her hands out as if keeping something at bay. 

“Kamala? What’s wrong?” Peter repeated. Why was she so afraid?

”It’s the stone,” Black Widow said. Peter turned to her. She was looking at Kamala with a look of understanding. Almost as if she knew. The spy held out her hand. 

“Give me the stone, Kam. I can resist better than you. It’s telling you things isn’t it? Don’t give in. I know you won’t. Jus give me the stone okay? I’ll take care of it,” Natasha said softly.

She didn’t want to startle Kamala any more. Natasha noticed the bags under the girl’s eyes. Kamala’s rapid breathing and erratic state just proves she needed help. But Kamala couldn’t get it if she didn’t give her the stone. Nat knew the kid wasn’t in a good mental state. After all, the kid shouldn’t want to end herself because of a little stone. 

Kamala looked at her with a blank expression. The teen lowered and shook her head. Natasha gave her a small smile. She then tried something else. Anything to snap her out of the stone’s grasp. 

“I remember that mission we had together,” Natasha spoke in Urdu. Kamala blinked and snapped her gaze up to meet Nat’s. 

“Where you were so insistent on coming when it was meant to be a solo for me,” Natasha spoke again, “Looking back I’m glad you came. I’m so glad. I got to learn more about the bright, loving, selfless new girl on the team.” 

Kamala took a step closer to her. Natasha copied her but didn’t stop talking. 

“You think you have to do this alone. That you have to prove yourself to us. That you have to go to these extreme measures. That you have to use those extreme measures on yourself,” Natasha said, stepping forward some more. Kamala didn’t back away. She walked closer too. Natasha took that as a good sign. 

“I have to. . .how else am I supposed to?” Kamala whispered back in Urdu. She narrowed her eyes. 

“I can’t go anywhere without everything playing in my mind. All of it. Every ounce of fear making me petrified,” Kamala spoke bitterly. Natasha looked down feeling guilt. She had caused some of that trauma. 

“I know. And-“

“You don’t know, Nat! You don’t! So leave. Me. Alone. Let me fix this!” Kamala yelled. Natasha sighed. 

“You can’t do this on your own. You’re in no condition,” Natasha pleaded. she had to get through to her. she just had to. 

“I can. And will. It doesn’t matter what condition I’m in,” Kamala said defiantly. Natasha walked closer, she looked at Kamala and let her walls down. All her masks she I’d behind. 

And she cried. 

No faking it. No on command. Just letting the tears she had been holding back flow. From when she had been in her room to seeing Kamala in her current state. That guilt racked her. Gave her nightmares and made her sick. Knowing she had yet again hurt somebody she loved and cared for. 

“It matters. It matters because sometimes those who are selfless don’t take care of themselves. So they need others to help them. Kamala, I’m sorry. And I know words can’t fix this. I know you won’t forgive me easily. And you shouldn’t. I don’t deserve it. But, I want you to know one thing. Then, you can leave or stay and let us help. I won’t stop you. Neither will the others,” Natasha said in English through he tears. 

“I love you and there is nothing that will change that,” Natasha declared to the person who was like a little sister to her. Who was a little sister to her. Kamala looked at Natasha in shock. Natasha lowered her head and steadied her breathing. She had said what she wanted to. And that was that. And it was the truth. 

Something barged into Natasha and hugged her tight. She gasped in shock and looked down. Kamala was the one hugging her. She was also crying into her suit. Natasha hugged her back and buried her face in the girl’s hair. She whispered soothing words and stroked Kamala’s hair. Soon, Kamala was no longer sobbing. 

“Is it true? What you said?” Kamala asked in a whisper. Natasha smiled and held the teen’s face. 

“Every word. I meant it,” Nat said in honesty.

Kamala let out a laugh as new tears came. Natasha hugged Kamala tightly before turning around and seeing the team and Spider-Man gathered trying to give them privacy. Key word trying. 

“You ready? I’ll be with you every step of the way,” Natasha promised. Kamala smiled up at her, placing the stone in Natasha’s palm. 

“Yeah. And like you said, I don’t have to do this alone anymore.”

The two smiled at each other. A broken bond repaired and shattered hearts being mended. Guilt slowly erased a little. Burdens lifted. Peace found in the chaos of some who felt lost. All from acts of love. 

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“YOU DID WHAT?” Tony shouted.

Kamala and Peter flinched. Both feeling guilty for their past actions. Tony however was furious. These two were actually going to destroy Jarvis and his entire company. They were insane! They may have provoked an attack but to this degree? No! Kamala was on the verge of tears. This was all her fault. Peter noticed Kamala’s spiraling state and tried to comfort her but, he was panicking too. How could he let this happened? He was supposed to be responsible with his powers and yet. . .

“Tony. . .” Captain America warned.

He didn’t blame the kids for the attack. It was provoked and both were clouded by grief. He had been there himself with Bucky so he understood the tempting feeling and wants. But, Tony was still processing the fact at how close he had been to losing a lot. And he maybe was also shocked too that the kids took such drastic measures. It was concerning regarding their mental state. 

“No, Cap! What are we going to do? Let them off scotch free? That’s not going to work,” the angry billionaire shot back, slamming his fist on the table. “They both can be charged with crimes as bad as Hydra at this point!”

Black Widow shot to her feet, “Watch it, Stark,” she growled. Tony narrowed his eyes at her, completely angry enough to argue with Black Widow at the moment despite knowing that if he was calmer he would not be acting so vengeful. But he had almost lost JARVIS. That was a toll on his common sense.

“Or what?” He challenged. Nat stepped closer to the man. She gave him a cold unforgiving stare. 

“Or I won’t hesitate to finish the job and delete everything myself,” Nat challenged back with authority and all the truth to go with it. Tony inclined his head to her. 

“Was that a threat?” Tony more so accused than asked. He got ready to call on the tower’s defenses if need be. 

“No. A promise,” Nat corrected calmly, tilting her head a little. She wasn’t by any means let anyone charge the kids with a crime level similar to Hydra of all villains. Stark may be angry but that a was no excuse for that. They all had made mistakes and he shouldn’t forget that so quickly. And should he somehow forget . . . Natasha could always remind him. 

Kamala lowered her head even more. They had all been arguing for over an hour and it was starting to weigh down on her the more it went on. She just wanted it all to stop. She could make it stop. She really could. But she still had some will. She just had to . . . right? Because if she ddn’t then what was the point of fighting? Of going on? 

This is your fault. First, you put loved ones in danger and now you are breaking up Earth’s defense? Good job on trying to not be the villain. Her conscious hissed at her. Suddenly she couldn’t hear the conversation anymore. Just the rushing of blood in her ears and her own quickened breathes. Suddenly it was like she was back in that red funnel cloud. Reliving all of those horrid images. Images caused by her. 

“I should have just killed myself in that stupid cloud when I had the chance,” Kamala bit out harshly to herself. The teen going in a down spiral resulted in her not realizing she had spoken the sentence aloud or loud enough for everyone to hear. Clearly and precisely.  

Peter looked at his girlfriend in shock and sadness. The boy now understanding why she didn’t want the Avengers to come near her. Natasha looked sadly at the teen, already knowing what had happened. After all, the spy was the only other one who had tried to charge in before being snatched back by her teammates. 

Tony immediately felt guilty for what he had said. He didn’t know the kid had almost--ended everything. And they hadn’t even known, wouldn'thave known. The others felt equally the same. Some ashamed that they couldn’t have prevented anything if Kamala had done it. Others feeling guilt for not realizing the mental state Kamala was truly in sooner. 

“Kamala,” Nat tried.

But the teen shot up out of her chair and started to back away. She regretted ever coming here. Ever getting her hopes up. Did she really think she would get off with little consequences? Her self spiral took a worse turn with her berating herself for being so stupid. How she should have at least some control over herself. Kamala felt hot tears pour down her face as she backed towards the door. 

“No, it’s fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine! It’s my fault after all! I started this whole mess! Me! If I just stopped being so stupid maybe-maybe they would be here! That’s my fault too! Look at me, Kamala Khan! Always hurting people and just RUINING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE’S LIVES! BECAUSE NO, I STARTED THIS MESS! NOT THE FREAKING PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW! NOT THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE ME TRAUMA?!” Kamala screamed, hysteria reaching its breaking point. Peter slowly got up, unsure of what to do but still wanting to help Kamala. 

“YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I ALMOST DELETED EVERYTHING ON THOSE COMPUTERS, STARK?” Kamala shouted, turning her fury to the inventor. “Because none of you knew what I felt. And you didn’t care. Not. A single. One,” She whispered dangerously. 

“Kamala . . . I-”

”You’re sorry? SAY IT THEN! SAY YOU’RE SORRY AND EVERYTHING IS MAGICALLY FIXED RIGHT?” Kamala screamed at him, eyes dark with malice.

Tony looked off in shame, feeling even more guilt knowing this was one thing he couldn’t fix. And that he had played a part in hurting Kamala and taking everything from her. Kamala started laughing. 

“You can’t fix this and you know it. I lost everything and I can’t get it back,” Kamala said through tears.

Now she was just going back in forth between crying and giggling, her hysteria fueling her emotions and actions. Pretty soon she turned into a giggling, crying, hysterical mess. What some would call her finally at her ‘breaking point’. Peter rushed forward and caught Kamala as fell to the floor. He grabbed her shoulders. 

“Hey . . . hey it’s—we’re going to get through this,” Peter assured her but even he was collapsing and falling at the seams. 

His own tears running down his face. He didn’t know what to do. He was failing to save another person in his life again. First Uncle Ben next Aunt May and now Kamala. Why couldn’t he be responsible? Why couldn’t he just do something right for once? Why? Why why why why. . .

Peter chocked out a sob and rest his forehead against Kamala’s. The two crying together. Kamala collapsing into Peter’s chest and Peter resting his chin on Kamala’s shoulder. The adults looked on not really sure of what to do. None of them had experience in comforting those in trauma. Especially when they were to blame for some, if not all, of that trauma. 

Natasha walked over to the two teens and gently knelt down in front of them. She saw Peter look at her out of the corner of his eye. Kamala couldn’t with her face buried in his chest, still sobbing. She held a hand out for Peter. The boy looked at her hand and didn’t seem to notice it but stare through it to the floor. Eventually, though, he seemed to register her hand and glanced between it and Nat’s face. 

The spy waited. Knowing that neither teen was stable mentally right now. That she had to be careful. Peter slowly grabbed her hand, letting Nat pick Kamala up. The redhead then lead the two teens out of the room. She debated on just taking them somewhere else completely away from the tower. Away from this mess that they have given the kids. 

She looked down at Kamala, sweet innocent Kamala. Who she had let down and let something dark consume. That she had let go down this dark path that she had. What Nat never wanted for Kamala. Was to have a bit of her past. And now? Now Kamala’s and Nat’s pasts were more similar in emotions and experiences. Nat sighed softly. 

“Where do you kids want to go?” She asked softly. Kamala looked up at her with tears then looked to Peter. 

“Home,” she mumbled. “But I don’t know what that is anymore.”

Peter muttered an agreement to that. Nat felt her heart break and held back tears threatening to spill. She had to be strong. For Kamala and Peter. She would make sure she would be there for her little sister now. Even if that meant going out of her comfort zone. Staying in the open instead of the shadows like she’s used to. 

The agent settled on taking them to her room instead. Laying Kamala gently on her bed she sat Peter in her comfy chair. Nat sat on the bed beside Kamala’s huddled form, stroking the girl’s hair. Peter sat in the chair numbly. Kamala was shaking like a leaf and sobs raked her body. Nat moved Kamala’s hair out of the girl’s face and tried to soothe her. She looked over at Peter who was looking at the ground. The spy didn’t know it but Peter was replaying Uncle Ben’s death in his mind. 

He just felt so guilty and at a loss. He remembered how helpless he had felt and how similar he felt now. He looked up at Kamala’s shaking form. He couldn’t save her. Heck, he couldn’t even save himself. Why should he try anymore? He was a horrible Spider-Man. Maybe Jameson was right. Maybe he was a menace. 

He wished he could apologize to Uncle Ben. For letting the guy escaped. He wished he could save his parents. Who died when he barely had any memory of them. He had felt so alone every father’s and Mother’s Day. Uncle Ben and Aunt May filled that hole but . . . when Uncle Ben had died that hole came back. Taunting him. Ridiculing him. Tormenting him. 

Because he was alone. Alone that he didn’t even know who he was anymore. He was just a void. 

Kamala could only sob. Reality was cruel to her. And she deserved it. She had caused this whole mess. Somehow, she wasn’t sure how but somehow she did. by angering the Kree person. She didn’t even know who! And this got her family killed, her labeled as a criminal and villain, putting Peter in danger, endangering civilians and losing. Just losing time and time again. 

She was sure Bruno and Nakia had seen everything. Positive that Bruno had told Nakia about everything. Even more positive about her family’s absence being known by now. Kamala stopped crying. That numb feeling coming back. The only thing that actually came back. Because there was no going or coming back. No family coming back. No Ms. Marvel coming back. No Avengers. She. . .felt that same darkness creep back in again. 

Because she felt nothing and had nothing to fight for. No will to go on. She was just a glass never to be filled, not even by dust nor cobwebs. 

Natasha looked between the two teens. Her concern growing when a blank expression came over Kamala’s face and she sat up. Nat grabbed her wrist. The teen stared at the wrist only to slowly look at Natasha. The spy felt a shiver run down her spine. Kamala looked so. . .empty. Her face had no emotions. No will. 

“Kamala, no. You have to fight those thoughts,” Nat encouraged. 

“Why? What’s the point Natasha?” Kamala asked monotone. The redhead racked her brain for anything that could inspire Kamala. Anything. 

“Because. . .I’d miss my awesome little sister,” Natasha said. Kamala blinked at her and Nat saw something flash there for a split second. 

“Because Peter would miss the best girlfriend he ever had,” the spy continued looking to the boy, “I would be blind not to see you two dating.” Peter looked at her with an unreadable expression. 

“Because, the world would mourn the loss of a magnificent hero. Because a family would lose their baby sibling. Because there is so much to you that the world needs more of,” Natasha said, her voice watery. 

“Nat. . .” Kamala trailed off, unsure of how to respond.

She had never seen Nat cry before. And the fact she was now because she would miss her. Natasha would care if anything happened to her. Because Nat was family to her. And she was family to Nat. They both had their families taken away from them. They both ended up on the wrong side to come to the good side eventually. They both had regrets and mistakes they wished they could take back. 

Kamala let out a watery laugh and embraced Nat-her sister. The spy reciprocating the hug with fierceness. Kamala turned her head to look to Peter. She smiled and waved him over. 

“Get in here you doofus,” she called.

Pete gave her a small smile and joined in the hug. The trio staying like that for a while and enjoying each other’s company. Feeling not only the warmth from the other’s bodies but the love. And with that the light that slowly broke through the darkness of all their minds. Bringing with it a bit of hope. 

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"Okay then, everybody agree to our patchwork half-baked surely not to fail plan?" Tony asked. 

Several of the team members gave him deadpan stares. Black Widow and Captain America opting to slap the inventor in the back of the head. Tony yelped in pain. Why did Nat have to hit so hard? Steve was the super soldier and his slap had hurt less! What the heck!?

“Right so, everyone agree on the plan?” Tony asked dryly. Several heads nodded. Kamala let out a shaky breath, shoving her hands under her legs to stop them from shaking. They were going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. They had a solid plan. 

They would use Vision to track wherever Kang was hiding. Once that’s done, they would use the Quinjet to fly there. And if there was too heavy fire, they would jump out of the aircraft and land. Or, JARVIS would guide them through if possible. Tony had made them all space suits so they could breath in space if things went south. The suits were made to fit them and react accordingly. 

And when they were in Kang’s base they would split into two teams. Ambush and Defense teams. Both meaning what they imply and more. The ambush team would consist of Danvers, Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, Wasp, Winter Soldier, and Captain America. The defense team would consist of her, Spider-Man, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Ant-Man, and Black Panther. 

The ambush team would charge straight for Kang, the defense team giving them a clear path. They would find Kang and attack him straight on with packed, heavy fire. This would, hopefully, weaken Kang for when the next stage started. Which was for the defense team to come in and load even more fire down, defeating Kang altogether. But, while the ambush team was weakening Kang, the defense team would take care of Kang’s defenses. With that dealt with, Kang will have no back up and become an easy target. 

They would interrogate Kang and figure out who his boss was. And then put a stop to all of this. Whoever they were they were Kree, they knew that much. And it narrowed down suspects. It could be related to when Inhumans were dislike by the public. Or, something entirely else. Which none of them really liked. But, either way it was going to end today. And Kamala was going to make sure of that. 

“Alright, we leave in thirty. Gear up,” Captain America ordered.

Everyone started filing out of the meeting room. Kamala was heading towards her room when someone grabbed her wrist. The polymorph was about to give the person an embiggened fist until she recognized the hand. She turned and saw Peter was the one who had grabbed her. He gestured to the meeting room. 

“Can we talk?” He asked. The polymorph nodded her head and followed the boy inside. He sat down in one of the chairs and looked down at the table. Kamala sat down next to him and put a hand over his. She wasn’t sure why he wanted to talk but wanted to support him either way. 

“Are you okay?” Kamala asked. Peter looked up and sighed. 

“Honest answer? No. Lie answer? Also no. Just. . .do you think that maybe we will ever be Spider-Man or Ms. Marvel again,” Peter asked softly.

Now it was Kamala’s turn to sigh. That had been one of their “punishments”. Yesterday, after Nat, Pete, and her had come out of the room Coulson was there talking to Cap. He saw her and Peter and brought out two pieces of paper. Their “terms and conditions” for their new “sentence”. Kamala still remembers the searing print on the paper sealing her fate. 

Issued Sentence by S.H.I.E.L.D.

confidential to Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel

Kamala Khan is to be revoked of her Avengers and hero status indefinitely.

Kamala Khan is also to receive medical treatment for her mental state. Until the therapist has cleared her and Kamala has served her mandatory one month monitor period she will have to abide by these conditions. 

1) Retiring Ms. Marvel and making no appearances as her (indefinitely). This includes hero work as well. 

2) Attend therapy and not skip unless sick, severely injured, and or in a compromised situation that prevents you from coming. 

3) Must not leave the tower without supervision from at least three Avengers. This will serve as a form of house arrest.

4) No use of powers beside supervised training and or sparring.

5) Make no announced or big public appearances.

6) No outside contact with anyone for a three week period. If this rule is broken period will be extended. 

Kamala remembered the anger and sadness that constricted her throat. After going through everything she still lost. Still lost Ms. Marvel. Still lost her right as an Avenger. Worse, she was going to be a prisoner in Avengers tower! Caged like some wild animal and she didn’t even understand why she couldn’t have outside contact for a three week period. They said to protect her and for S.H.I.E.L.D. to make sure she wasn’t going to go ballistic again. Okay they didn’t say ballistic but they might as well have! 

Peter had gotten a similar sentence. House arrest, renounce of Spider-Man, not making major public appearances. They both had been silent reading the papers. Peter had only said “Oh.” and looked down. Kamala had clutched the paper tightly and tried not to scream until he throat burned. She was angry, yeah. Furious even. And she would be lying if some part of her didn’t want to beg for at least giving her Ms. Marvel back. 

But she didn’t. 

What would it do anyway? Nothing. She still would have the same conditions and might even get more tagged on. So, she just said nothing and walked off. And punched the wall in her room without her powers until her hand started bruising and bleeding. Nat coming in with medical supplies like she already knew. That’s when Natasha told her she could still do the mission. That the terms kicked in when they got back. 

Still didn’t lessen the pain of it. The hole that would be left behind in her. But it did say indefinitely and not definite. So she could be Ms. Marvel again! She just didn’t know when. Peter pulling her close snapped her out of her wandering thoughts. She felt something wet hit her hand. She reached a hand up to her face and felt the same wet thing. Tears. She was crying. 

“Sorry. Don’t know why—”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault,” Peter gently interrupted, kissing her on the forehead. Kamala buried her head in Peter’s shoulder and cried. It just hurt. Not being Ms. Marvel after this mission. This was her last mission. For a while. She had to remind herself that. It wasn’t forever. 

“Thanks, Petey,” Kamala mumbled. Peter let her go to look at her face. 

“Always, Kammy,” Peter replied back. And the two smiled at each other lovingly. Kamala intertwined their fingers together and squeezed them reassuringly. They would make it through this. They would. Peter brought a hand to cup her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. 

“I love you, Kamala Khan,” he whispered. Kamala nodded, tears forming in her eyes.

“I love you, Peter Parker.” 

Then the two leaned in and kissed. A kiss full of love and hope. Warming them both from the cold of their burdens. Knowing that they weren’t alone and they were loved. Loved by one another. 

New York

Avengers Tower, Landing Pad

9: 30 A.M.

Peter took a deep breath. It was now or never. He had told Aunt May everything and said goodbye. Now they were going to stop Kang and whoever else was willing to hurt his girlfriend. Peter walked up the ramp into the Avenjet and saw Kamala already there. She was fiddling with her bracelet that activated the space suit. He sat beside her. 

“Ready for one last adventure?” he asked nervously. Kamala snorted and shot him a raised eyebrow. Peter chuckled and started to sweat a little. Even when they were dating Kamala could make him nervous still. 

“Where did you get that corny line from?” Kamala asked. Peter gasped dramatically. 

“It is NOT corny!” Peter exclaimed. Kamala laughed. 

“Sure it isn’t. Where do you get all your motivational quotes from? Star Trek?” Kamala teased. Peter smirked. 

“Jokes on you I do get all my motivational quotes from Star Trek! Ha! And Star Wars too!” 

Kamala groaned and ran a hand down her face, “Nooooooooo.”

”Yeeeeeeessssss,” Peter retaliated. He laughed. It was almost like the good old days. Almost. He was glad they could have fun like they used too and not have the weight of everything crush them. Iron Man walked into the Avenjet as it closed behind him. He looked around and nodded. 

“What are you doing, Tony?” Steve asked. The genius looked to the super soldier. 

“Wondering how I’m going to make it through this field trip with your strictness, Professor Naptime,” Tony joked. Steve shot him an unamused face while the team all got some laughter from that. 

“What’s wrong teach? Rowdy kids getting to ya?” Clint joined in. Steve sighed and messaged his temples. He wasn’t even fighting and already he was exhausted. Tony had that effect on him. Along with Clint whenever the archer decided to join in. 

“Alright kids! Buckle up we’re taking off!” Wasp shouted from the cockpit with Nat. Everyone secured themselves and got ready. Thor was outside with Captain Marvel as the two could fly in space and didn’t need to take up space in the already packed jet. 

The engines of the Quinjet roared to life as Wasp pushed the thruster. The boosters sparking to life and shooting out their usual blue flame. Soon, the jet took off and soared into above the clouds, entering the expanse of space. Everyone was on steel nerves now. For the fight with a time traveler was coming and it was coming soon. Kamala looked out the front window of the cockpit. To think the plans of her attacker came form here. A place from her perspective at the moment, was empty and lonely. Just like her when she lost everything. 

Kamala sighed a little and looked down at her feet. She needed to get in the game. This was more important than ever. She could avenger her family. Stop more attacks on her or anybody else. Make sure this never ever happened again. And be Ms. Marvel one last time. The teen steadied her nerves and everyone waited for the battle to come. . .

“Alright folks! We’re here! Let’s go give Kang some pain!” Captain Marvel shouted over the comms as they neared the fortress. 

Several of those riding in the jet made noises of agreement as they got their space suits on. The suits materialized over the members and they all got ready to jump out the the Avenjet if the time produced itself. This was it. Now or never. Everyone looked at the fortress in shock. The size of it imposing and intimidating to those smaller. But no one got to really appreciate it as chaos broke loose.

Red lights blared in the Avenjet as it was rocked to the side. Sending everyone tumbling. Another hit and sparks flew from the jet. Several monitors started blinking and beeping. All demanding that the problem be fixed. As if the red lights weren’t enough. A ship rammed into the underside of the Avenjet, tipping it once more. Ms. Marvel grabbed Spider-Man’s wrist as he held on to the wall of the jet. Both wearing panicked faces. 

“What was THAT!?” Scott asked looking around. 

“Carol? Thor?” Tony asked. Static filled the comms. Tony tried again. Nothing. He cursed and looked out the cockpit window. There was a fleet waiting for them. All looking oddly Kree-ish. Captain Marvel and Thor engaging the spaceships. Tony gritted his teeth pushed the throttle. 

“Stark! What are you DOING?” Natasha demanded. Tony glanced over his shoulder. 

“Getting us out of dodge! Some help would be appreciated, Romanoff!” Tony barked back at the ex-assassin. 

Kamala ran forward and sat in the right chair beside Tony. She started flicking the switches to activate maneuvers and eat her left hand on the gas throttle on her side, gunning the engines. She then made sure the guns were cleared before putting both thumbs  on the buttons for gun mechanism. She then used the steering wheel of the jet. She leaned forward pushing the throttle for the engines. She started blasting the engines as she turned and dodged. 

“WHO’S DRIVING THE JET!” Carol exclaimed surprised. Blaster fire sounding in her comms making her have to shout over it. 

“ME!” Kamala answered, pulling the throttle back as two ships flew past her. She only had what Carol and Nat had taught her. 

Which was a lot. 

Kamala swiveled the jet around and glanced at Tony. He was pressed against the seat and had a panicked face. Kamala snickered and pushed the throttle. Black Widow came up and got Tony out. She started activating defenses of the cannons. The two maneuvered and blasted their way to the giant floating base. Eventually landing and cloaking the jet to prevent any damage passing ships might inflict if they spot it. 

Everyone rushed out and divided into teams. The two teams burst into the base. Captain Marvel and Thor blasting through the wall to join them. The group of heroes then tore through the defenses. Making their way into some sort of council room. They stopped and readied themselves for a surprise attack that could come at any moment. 

“Spider-Man?” Captain America asked. 

“Nothing. It’s weird though I have a slight tingle but besides that? Nothing,” Peter answered the unspoken questioned.

The captain nodded and they moved closer to the long curved table at the back of the room. It had eleven chairs. that meant eleven council members? There were steps leading up to the platform it was on. With the desks for the plaintiff and defendant on the ground. But there was a thin line circling the area, as if they could come apart and float into the air. The same went for the council table and chairs. all looking equipped to float. It was odd. 

CLUNK!

Everyone turned around and followed the small metal ball with their eyes. That’s when it hit. Bomb. 

“EVERYONE GET DOWN!” Captain America and Black Widow shouted. But it was too late. Only some had been able to shield themselves or others before the thing went off. A blinding light filled the room along with an ear screeching pitch noise. 

Everyone dropped to their knees in pain. Even Vision as the light blinded his neural processors. When everyone got some sense several people dressed in guard like attire appeared in a flash of green light. The soldiers readied their spears and got into defensive positions. The spears then sputtered and electrified. The green lightning hissing at the air. 

“Go, we’ll take care of them,” Black Widow stated to Captain America. The defense team getting prepared to fight. The captain dodged his head and signaled for his team o follow him. They were off to find the conquer. And hopefully give defense enough time to take out any surprises while they softened Kang up for a heavy blow. 

Black Widow and her team lined up. Black Panther on her left with Ms. Marvel on her right. Everyone else got lined up. She stretched her neck from side to side and cracked her knuckles. Here we go. . .

“Avengers Assemble!” Black Widow cried.

Everyone raced forward and engaged with the guards. Ms. Marvel embiggening her hands and backhanding people left and right. Spider-Man blinded and tied other guards up. Black Panther sliced and slashed through the guards armor leaving them exposed to a heavy kick or punch. Hawkeye let out a barrage of special arrows. Trapping guards in sticky substances or electrifying them. Ant-Man shrunk down and took out their spears leaving for open attacks form her with her widow bites and night sticks. 

Pretty soon the guards numbers started to dwindle and they were able to finish them off. Widow walked up and grabbed a gauntlet off one of he guards arms. She activated it and saw a map. They were in a room that lead to the throne room. Three more rooms surrounded the throne room on its north, east, and west sides. And from the looks of it, each room held a squad of guards that could flood into the throne room. The room Steve and the ambush team went into. The one Kang was in. It was a trap. 

“Listen up! There are three other rooms. North, east, and west. Ms. Marvel and Ant-Man you two take care of the west side. Spider-Man and Hawkeye take out the ones in the north,” she didn’t get to finish as more guards dropped down into the room with electrified spears, “Panther? You’re with me and these goons then the east side. Now let’s move it people!”

Black Widow charged into battle with Black Panther with a silent thought to the others. 

Please be alright you idiots. 

About those idiots. . .

Captain America groaned as he picked himself up. Kang had been sitting on his throne and looking at the door. He had known they were coming! The only question was how? They hadn’t called him up and let him known. The captain threw his shield at the barrier protecting Kang. Sadly, this did nothing and just came right back at him. 

He watched as Thor and Captain Marvel double teamed and brought down heavy fire on Kang’s defensive drones. Hulk came in with a thunder clap exploding the two canons that had risen from the floor in front of Kang. Only for three more to pop up. Iron man was busy trying to hack into the systems and fry Kang’s systems. Bucky and Hope were lending any fire they could.

But it still wasn’t enough. More weapons appeared whenever they destroyed two or three. Kang then summoned a green shield around him as he sat on his throne and fiddled with what looked like a control panel. Maybe they could destroy it and take out his defenses? 

“We’ve cleared our side!” Ranged Kamala’s voice. Steve breathed a sigh of relief from the good news. Cause they needed some. 

“Yeah! And they’re stinky guards!” Scott added. Steve furrowed his brow. How would Scott know that unless—nope. He wasn’t going down that path. he put two fingers to his comm, opening them. 

“Good job soldiers. We found Kang and it looks like he was expecting us.”

“Expecting us? How?” Spider-Man asked. 

“Good question. Anyone?” Captain America put the offer out and held his shield out for Tony to shoot his unibeam at and enhance the power level. It weakened the shield as it started to flicker for a moment. Kang let out a trowel and pressed more buttons and the shield strengthen. 

“Oh no. . .” Kamala muttered over the comms. 

“What? What’s oh no?” Tony asked. 

“I think I know who told Kang we were coming. One other person knew,” Kamala confessed. 

“No! he wouldn’t! Wait. . .yes he would. It’s him after all,” Spider-Man spoke up. Did he know too. The super soldier dodged another blast from the guns on Kang’s throne. 

“Who’s he?” Bucky asked. 

“Loki,” both Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man answered annoyance. 

“My brother!?” THor asked astonished. He had put Loki back in Asgardian prison. How was this possible? 

“Hold on, Loki? How did that ting snake know about us coming to fight Kang?” Hope asked. She shrunk down and let a rain of blasts from her wrist devices at the new squad of drones. 

“Uhhhh, well you see. . .” Spider-Man started. But stopped short of any explanation. 

“Out with it PJs!” Tony shouted aiming repulsors at the mini missiles shot from Kang’s throne. 

“He was the one who told us Kang wasn’t the one behind this and about the boss. So, uh, he offered us help to go and get answers from Kang and we took the deal but, you know,” Ms. Marvel answered for Spider-Man. The adults all mentally slapped their foreheads. Clearly the kids needed a lesson in trusting Loki! 

"Okay, new rule: never ever ever trust Loki, understood kids?" Scott pipped up. 

"Understood Proffesor Scott!" The two teens sang. Why did that feel and sound rehearsed? Knowing Ant-Man and the kids it probably was. 

Captain Marvel absorbed a hit from a laser canon and fired it back tenfold at the shield Kang was hiding behind. The barrier started flickering in and out. Steve called out to Hope to take the opening. The woman shrinking and flying through the barrier successfully. Wasp then shot for the control panel on the throne. She released full power fire on the circuitry causing it to spark and smoke. Kang gasped and looked at it in horror. 

“You primitives! You beasts! I will end you here and now!” Kang boomed.

He slapped a button on the other arm of his throne and the room shook a little. Everyone grabbed something or someone and held on tight. Soon, Kang’s throne floated into the air using green air thrusters. The whole room was suddenly basked in a green glow. Which was a little concerning to say the least. 

“What? WHAT!? Unfair! I call foul play! Pretty sure I patented thrusters!” Tony shouted aiming a unibeam at said thrusters. 

Only for Kang to teleport it away with a flick of his hand. Everyone gasped in shock and realized something dreadful. Kang had been going easy on them the whole time. Even when it felt like all the stops had been pulled. The conquer smirked and chuckled as the heroes came to the realization. He was about to boast about his soon to be victory when a punch hit him in the face. It snapped his head back sharply and pushed his throne backwards a little. 

He sputtered and looked down to see a very angry teenager dressed in blue, red, and yellow. Ms. Marvel. And boy was she furious. Kang wiped the blood from his nose with his knuckles and chuckled. So the target had finally come to stand up to him? He was wondering if the girl was actually that much of a coward to let others fight her battle for her. 

“You took everything from me for no reason,” Kamala snarled. Her eyes blazed with fury and she turned her hands to maces. 

“And now? You are going to feel every. Bit. Of my pain. And you’re not gonna like it,” Ms. Marvel declared. Kang furrowed his brows. just who did this Inhuman think she was. 

“And just who do you think you are?” Kang asked. The polymorph smirked up at him. 

“Ms. Marvel. EMBIGGEN!” The heroine called out.

She grew in size until she was the size of a small building. Kang looked up at the girl in horror. Kamala brought a fist down on Kang’s barrier. The shield cracking and causing him to lose power. The throne dropping in altitude. Ms. Marvel shrunk a little feeling a headache. She needed to stay conscience. Kang growled. He then pulled out a syringe. He stabbed himself with it. 

He roared as pain raced through his body. The Avengers stared on, perplexed at the sight. What was Kang doing? 

The time traveler laughed as he grew in size as well. And it was noticeably bigger than Kamala’s embiggened state. He grinned down at the polymorph and laughed again. Ms. Marvel’s eyes widened in shock. He had just gave himself the hugest growth spurt of all time! How was that even possible?

Kang punched Kamala across the face and kicked her in the gut, sending her flying into the nearby wall. Kamala fell to the floor with a thud. The Avengers all gasped and were quickly filled with fury. Spider-Man especially. he roared in anger and shot webs into Kang’s eyes. He then kicked the conquer in the nose. Right at the same spot Ms. Marvel had. 

“Gah! You inferior insect!” Kang shouted angrily. He slapped Spider-Man into a wall. His spider sense warning him but the boy not being able to dodge. The boy crashed into the he wall with a sickening crack as he fell to the floor. Iron Man caught him and started to check his vitals frantically. JARVIS voicing his conditions on the comms. 

“No pulse detected,” he said sadly. Everyone felt dread grip them. Kang laughed as he looked at the lifeless form of Spider-Man. He was victorious. The Avengers had failed to stop him and had lost a member in the process. His cackle ranged through the room. THe Avengers all frozen in fear. 

“Well looks like you’ve all—”

CRACK! 

“AHHHHH!” Kang screamed as he fell to one knee. He looked down and saw his leg bent oddly. He gasped. How? A shadow fell over hm and he looked up to see a much more embiggened Ms. Marvel. She was as large as a Kree Sentry. Her tear stained face evident through her scowl. Her eyes showed pure unchecked fury. 

And Kang was her outlet. 

Ms. Marvel roared and kneed Kang in the gut. He shot into the wall and crushed his throne along the way. He fell on his bad leg and cried out in pain. Kamala towered over him and grabbed his arm, putting it in a lock. 

“WHO. IS. YOUR. BOSS.” 

Kang coughed as his breath was still knocked out of him. Kamala growled and kicked his injured leg. She repeated the question and Kang knew she wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. He coughed and tried to formulate words. His vision swam and spots danced before his eyes. Who. . .was this. . .girl? He didn’t care though. He needed to save himself. Not caring about the long term consequences, Kang uttered a single name. 

“Minerva.” 

“What?” Kamala whispered to herself as she let go of Kang.

The conquer passing out due to the pain. She looked down at his unconscious body. She wanted to beat him. He killed Peter. He took someone else from her again. Now she only had Nat and Peter was dead. He was dead and she could do nothing! Kamala fell to her knees and started sobbing. How? How could she lose and win?

She looked up when she felt something touch her face. She turned her head to see Nat on her shoulder. The spy walked close to the brunette’s ear and spoke. 

“Peter wants to talk to you,” Widow said with a small smile. Kamala brought a hand up for Black Widow to get on. Placing her teammate on the ground he shrunk and turned around. Peter was lying on the ground. His body was limp. His mask was clutched n Tony's hands. 

But his face was up and he was looking at her. 

Looking at her. Eyes blinking and bloodied face breathing. Kamala breathed out a laugh and ran toward Peter. Dropping on her knees beside the boy she put his head in her lap. Peter smiled up at her. It was pained but Tony and a now detransformed Bruce were working on it. Kamala smiled down at Peter through he tears. 

“You are so incredibly stupid!” She laughed. Peter chuckled and reached a hand up to her face. Kamala placed one of her own hands over it. She licked her lips and pressed them into a thin line. She shot Tony a look. Tony sent her a relieved but stressed look back. She smiled again and looked back down at Peter. 

“How you doing Petey?” Kamala asked. 

“Tired,” Peter mumbled. Kamala nodded. It was the pain. To be honest she was tired too. The polymorph being hit with a wave of nausea and massive headache. 

Everyone gathered around them. Nat kneeling next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Soon, the whole team got on one knee in a sort of circle around Peter. They all just supported each other, the teens especially. Scott came and put a hand on Kamala’s back. Everyone held their breath as a beep sounded from Tony’s suit and he started spraying Peter’s wounds with something. 

If the spray worked as intended. Which it would Tony made it with Bruce’s help. Then it should act as a healing factor booster. Within the next thirty minutes or so Peter would be healed and good as new. Though the boy did need to have his arm popped back in place. Luckily no broken bones were discovered. They all had been scared when FRIDAY said no pulse. It was just Peter’s body ‘blacking out’ for a moment. His lungs having the air knocked out of them. 

“This is nice. Oh. That spray is cold, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, clearly a bit loopy. Everyone laughed a bit from that. Soon, they transported Peter back onto the Avenjet and they all got in. 

“So, what now?” Clint asked the question going through everyone’s heads. 

“Now, we finish this,” Captain America answered. He looked to Ms. Marvel who nodded her head. 

“Let’s go pay Minerva a visit. One she won’t forgot anytime soon.” 

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Kamala had felt loved all her life. By her parents. By her brother. By her best friends, Bruno and Nakia. The Avengers until the whole fallout. And even then Nat was still helping her through it all. And then came Peter. But even though all those people loved her and even though she had lost some of those people. . .she noticed how her name wasn’t there. Because she always found loving herself hard. Hard for the reasons of never knowing if you’re enough. And that left one question. 

Did she love herself? 

SPACE

AVENJET

1: 00 P.M. EARTH TIME

The Avengers prepped themselves as they neared the unmarked Kree siege ship. It’s oval like body making it easy to flag as a siege ship. The rounded nosed hull gleaming metallic purple and green hues. The front windows in the shape squares curving around the front of the ship. The back of the siege ship curved and built with many thrusters powered by Kree technology. 

It was drifting like a leave caught in the stream. You could even call it peaceful almost. As if the ship was dreaming along with its occupants. That didn’t hide the danger and power it possessed though. The Avenjet, cloaked to remain unseen, dove toward the underbelly of the ship. All Avengers including those who could fly in the jet to avoid detection. They couldn’t screw this up. They only had one shot. 

Luckily the Avengers worked with one shot situations all the time. 

The Avenjet’s engines were killed and the aircraft floated onto the ship, attaching itself. Everyone waited silently as the ship cut through the ship. A new feature added specifically for the mission. Captain Marvel suggesting it from a ‘friends’ ship she knew from space. Kamala felt the shudder as the shutting was done. Now there was a hole in the Kree ship they could worm through. 

Kamala jumped through and landed on pristine white floors. She looked around and saw. . .pristine white walls. It was creepy. Everything was just polished clean floors, walls, and ceilings. It didn’t even look like the inside of a ship made for siege. Why was it so blank? There were lights that lit up the hallway and blinded her when she looked at them. 

Something was wrong with this place. 

Spider-Man came up beside Ms. Marvel, equally creeped out by the spotless hallway. Shouldn’t there be like. . .buttons or signs? Something at least? The two gave each other concerned looks. Just what did they jump into? The rest of the team came in as well. All looking a bit on edge by the new scenery. Clint was, as always, the first to voice his thoughts. 

“Well, this is creepy as it can get!” He stated. Everyone hummed or nodded in agreement. 

“Where do we even go?” Scott asked. Carol frowned. 

“If this is a Kree siege ship like it should be, then straight to the hull,” the blonde said pointing forward. 

Everyone began walking forward, weapons drawn and powers ready. The faint screeching of pipes and rhythmic drip of fluid being the only sound besides their light steps on the floor. Eventually they came to doors. They were simple metal sliding doors. Nothing much. But they seemed so out of place. Why would the Kree have Earth style doors? 

“Gah!” Scott exclaimed. The former thief being flung into a wall. 

“Ant-Man!” Ms. Marvel cried, rushing to help. Only for the same thing that happened to Scott done to her. This time the force grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. Kamala gasped and kicked widely. The force squeezing the air out of her. Kamala out of desperation swung an embiggened fist at her invisible attacker. The polymorph fell to the ground, coughing and hacking as air entered her lungs. 

Spider-Man shot a web where he thought the attacker might be. He heard his web hit something. And the fact it moved was probably a good indication. Wasp raised her stingers and fired at the attacker. Kamala then landed and upper cut. Captain America hitting it with his shield. Then it stopped. 

Everything stopped. 

The walls seemed to flicker and the floor turned hazy. The metal door glitched. Wait what? Everyone looked around confused. What was going on? Hulk however was tired of the mind games as was Thor. The two power houses looked at each other and nodded. Hulk roared and punched the left wall with brute force. Thor hit the wall with a burst of lightning. 

Suddenly they were in an entirely different hallway. The whole area changed to that of a Kree ship. Even the doors changed to that of a Kree ship. so they had been in a hologram? That didn’t make sense. Why do that. Natasha growled. She recognized this trick. A bait and lure. They knew they were already here. This was all a trap!

“This is a trap. A setup for us,” Widow told her teammates. 

“How’d they know we were coming?” Winter Soldier asked. 

“Kang,” Kamala snarled, clenching her fists. The polymorph still holding anger at the time traveler. Peter placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“Alright, so what do we do now then?” Spider-Man asked. 

“We prepare for any and all things. Because we’re finishing this fight. Here and now,” Captain America said confidently. That rallied the team up and they all faced the door ready to face everything. Because the captain was right. This was ending here and now. 

No matter what. 

Kamala panted as she dodged another blast. And another. Then another after that. Sweat stuck her hair to her head and dribbled down the side of her head. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode. Her calves burned and her feet throbbed. But she wasn’t going to give up. They just needed to clear this room and they would be in the command deck. 

They would stop Minerva. 

Kamala swung three guys back with her leg. Then used a double barrel punch on a heavily armed guard sending him flying. She then used her new move patty cake on a dense area of the guards who were crowding Peter. Her slapping them into the ground repeatedly seemed to convey the message enough. 

“Thanks! Let me repay the favor!” Peter called as he swung toward her.

The boy scooped his girlfriend up and tossed her into he air. Kamala let out a yell and unleashed a rain of repeated embiggened fists. Her move she called Fists of Justice. The guards fell down as she landed in the middle. Kamala then raced toward the others who were being swarmed. Namely Hope and Scott. Kamala backhanded some of the guards away so the two could gain some ground and breathing room. 

Soon all the guards were defeated. 

The Avengers panted and caught their breath. Minerva really wasn’t giving them any mercy. Captain America put a firm hand on Kamala’s shoulder. The teen looked up in confusion. The super soldier gestured over to a little ways from the group. Kamala nodded her head. Her mind coming up with possible ideas at why Cap wanted to talk. Was he mad? Disappointed? Furious even? 

“Kamala, no matter what happens today you’re an Avenger. Now and always,” Steve told the young heroine. Kamala felt tears burn her eyes as her mouth dropped open a little. He—even after everything that happened he still called her an Avenger. He still called her an Avenger. 

“B-but, after everything? I’m not even allowed to do any superhero work after this mission! Why? Why even have hope in me?” Kamala asked, the tears spilling down her cheeks. 

The captain lowered himself to be eye level with her. He reached a hand up and wiped her tears away even though they both knew it was pointless. “Because when you become an Avenger, you become family. And we have been a pretty shi—horrible family. We weren’t there for you and assumed you did something you would never do. And I’m sorry. I should have said that a long time ago and I hope you can—oof!” 

Kamala let out a sob as she hugged the soldier tightly. Steve froze for a moment before he reciprocated the hug. Both letting silent tears fall. The two pulled apart, sad faces now holding smiles of forgiveness and hope. 

“I forgive you, Cap. But I have a question,” Kamala said wiping her eyes. Steve raised an eyebrow. 

“What?” 

“Did you almost cuss just now?” Kamala asked with a teasing smile and cheeky tone. Cap paled and quickly rushed to give a speech on how cussing was wrong and not to do it. 

“Yeah he did. No taking it back, Steve. And it’s funny how the guy who always says ‘language!’ is now cussing in front of a teenager,” Nat joined in. Steve groaned and ran a hand over his face. He was never going to live this down was he?

“Yeah Cap! I’m an impressionable teenager don’t you know?” Kamala added on. Soon the three were laughing together. The spy and soldier shared a look. When this was all over they would have to talk to Kamala about the discussion the team had about her. 

“Alright! Door’s opened! And I didn’t even get electrocuted!” Tony celebrated from his spot at the door panel. 

“Wait. . .how many times have you been electrocuted?” Peter asked, the lenses on his mask narrowing. 

“Uhhhhh,” Tony said intelligently. 

“More then ten that’s for sure!” Clint said enthusiastically. Tony shot the archer a glare. Captain America sighed and shook his head while the others just laughed. It was a nice moment. To steel their nerves as they got ready to finish this and stop Minerva. 

“Let’s do this,” Steve said, nodding to Iron Man. The inventor opened and the team walked in. The command deck was the size of the whole. Massive windows showcasing the cosmos outside. A long console of lights and buttons lined the middle of the hull. Two raised platforms on either side covering the rest of the place. A single chair was behind the console too. It looked empty. 

Until the person seated in it turned around. 

Minerva crossed her legs and placed her hands on her knees. An amused smile tugged at her lips. Kamala sent a withering look at the scientist. The woman chuckled and stood, holding her arms out. 

“Welcome Avengers! Ms. Marvel. . .” She said smiling. 

“Can it Minerva!” Kamala shouted venomously. The scientist only laughed and sent a knowing look at the polymorph. 

“I thought you would be more curious. Wonder why I did all this?” Minerva taunted. Ms. Marvel snarled and clenched her fists. 

“Because your evil?” Kamala hissed. Minerva’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“That’s a bold accusation. But no. Not the answer. Wanna guess again?” She said smirking. Kamala remained silent. 

“I did it for one reason. You took everything from me. And you think you were right,” Minerva said walking forward. Kamala furrowed her brows in confusion. What did she ever take?

“What did I ever take form you?” Kamala asked. Minerva’s smile turned into a deep frown. 

“Let me show you,” she growled. In one quick move she dashed forward and placed a blue hand on Kamala’s forehead. Everything faded to white. 

. . .

Kamala—Minerva? Who was she right now? She looked around in confusion as she stared at the blank expanse before her. Was she inside Minerva’s mind? what was going on? Why ddid she think she was Minerva? Who was she?

Kamala Khan. 

Ms. Marvel. 

That’s who she was. Always been. What was going on? Something felt different. Wrong. Off. She couldn’t find a word for it. It was like her thoughts were just floating aimlessly in. . Wherever she was. Footsteps made her snap her head around to see Minerva. Kamala frowned. 

“What are you doing?” Kamala asked. Minerva frowned. 

“Showing you what you took from me.” 

Suddenly the white room changed into a scene. It was of her fighting Minerva. Kamala sucked in a breath as she remembered what this was. She had found Minerva shapeshifter as Carol when she was Ms. Marvel. And she was stealing a Inhuman cocoon. Kamala had stoped them and even made one of her henchmen quit. But throughout the battle Minerva had turned into a huge beast. 

Kamala had stopped her but. . .Minerva had flown off. And that was it. Right? 

The scene changed to Minerva on trial. The Kree stripped her of her startups and shunned her. Her own family disowned her. Minerva practically orphaned. They even kicked her out of Hala. Acted as if she was a villain and an outcast. Everyone humiliated her. Bullied her. Minerva was left to flee Hala for her own safety. And was forced to survive somehow. Bitterness growing within her. Anger and resentment. 

At her. Kamala Khan. Ms. Marvel. 

So, Minerva devised a plan. That Ms. Marvel would feel every ounce of pain and loneliness she had felt. Every. Single. Bit. She would lose her status as an Avenger. Lose her family. Lose everything she had and everyone who had ever loved her. And she would feel every bit of pain Minerva felt. She would understand. And Minerva didn’t care if it drove the girl mad. 

Kamala clenched her fist and grit her teeth. She wanted to be mad. She was mad. She was furious. Minerva was petty that she had made a mistake and blamed it one her! Kamala had lost her family! 

Like Minerva 

Kamala had lost her status as a hero and Avenger. Been called a criminal and villain. Hunted by her teammates, S.H.I.E.L.D.S., and others. 

Like Minerva. . .

She. . .she had been alone and felt like she had nothing! She felt as if she wasn’t. . .as if. . .no. No. She had felt alone and confused. Hurt, sad, and angry. But for actual reasons and not for a mistake that could’ve been prevented. Minerva had taken a literal person! She was going to hurt them!

Like how she did at the expo. . .putting more than one in danger.

NO! 

YES! 

Kamala gripped her head and pulled her hair. She screamed but nothing came out. There was no sound. No feeling. No nothing. There was no was. Or anything. There was just. . .

Nothing. And so was she. Nothing. 

Kamala sunk to her knees as she let silent tears flow down. Not wiping them away. What was the point? What was the point at all? She had forgotten now. She felt so full of—she didn’t even know WHAT. Kamala let out another scream this one sounding and full of pain and turmoil. Her whole mind was breaking. She couldn’t take this much longer or she might actually go insane. Kamala looked around widely. 

She needed to get out of here. She needed to. Now. Kamala took a deep breath. 

I have messed up before.

She took another breath. 

I made mistakes. 

Another breath. 

And I put people in danger. Including myself. 

Her breathing was even now. 

I hated myself. Wanted to fit in so badly. I didn’t care about who I was. I didn’t love myself. Because i didn’t think there was anything to love. But now? I do. I love how I can look at myself and see my family there. I love how I can remember Ammi through cooking. Or Abu through my stubbornness. I can remember Aamir every time I see a book. I love how I got to be Ms. Marvel. I love that I chose to help people. I love myself. I love myself because I know if I don’t. . .there are always others who do. 

Like Natasha. And Steve. And Tony. Clint. Scott and Hope. Hulk, Banner. Thor. 

Peter. . .

They all loved me. Because they see something in me they love. BECAUSE THEY LOVED ME AS MYSELF! BECAUSE EVEN THROUGH ALL THE INSECURITIES AND MISTAKES AND FLAWS THEY LOVED ME! THEY STILL LOVE ME AND SO WHY SHOULDN’T I? 

Kamala snapped her eyes opened. 

She yelled and punched Minerva in the jaw sending her flying. Ms. Marvel stood up from her kneeling position. She panted and took a step forward. She smiled at Minerva. She was knocked down before. Kicked. Punched. Even straight up thrown. But EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She got up. She was still standing! And she wasn’t about to let Minerva knock her down for good. 

“You. . .you!” Minerva stuttered frustrated. Kamala smiled. 

“You did that to break me. You showed me my worst failures. Compared me to yourself and blamed me. Heck, I even blamed myself. But I can also forgive. Forgive you. Forgive others. Forgive myself. So, that’s what I’m doing. Even if it’s slow, it’s progress. And I have family that will love me no matter what,” Kamala declared walking closer to the woman. 

“But, you lost everything. And I’m sorry. You’re right. I did cause that and I apologize. But,” Kamala held a hand out to Minerva, “you don’t have to do this alone you know.”

The scientist looked at the hand then up at the smiling face of the polymorph. Kamala waited. Minerva snarled and slapped the hand away. Kamala backed up in surprise. Minerva sprouted black wings and flew up, glaring down at Kamala. 

“You think. . .that you can just—!” Minerva started to rant when a web closed her mouth. Minerva reached to try and take the webbing off but a web stuck her hand to her mouth! Kamala turned to see Spide-Man’s hand held out in it’s classic rock star pose. He had shot the webs. To save her. 

“Hey! No talking bad about my girlfriend!” Peter proclaimed proudly. Kamala smiled, feeling a blush creep up to her cheeks. The doofus. 

“My turn!” Captain Marvel roared and blasted the Kree scientist into the window. Minerva hit her head and fell to the floor. She groaned and felt fear constrict her at losing. It wasn’t supposed to end like this! In an act of desperation, Minerva fully transformed into her beast form and smacked a button. 

“You think that does anything?” Scott asked. 

SCREEEEEEEEECH! 

The ship jerked and suddenly they were moving. No they were falling. And fast. Everyone looked out the windows to see. . .EARTH!?

“Okay so it definitely did something! Wait is that Earth!?” Scott shouted. 

“We were flying towards it this whole time what the heck!?” Clint screamed as he shot by Scott. The archer launched and arrow with rope and held on. He grabbed Nat who grabbed Scott. The three strained to hold on. Ms. Marvel grabbed Captain America while the others flew or in Spider-Man’s case, stuck to the surface. 

“Um, we kind of need a plan guys!” Ms. Marvel yelled.

She tossed Captain America to Captain Marvel and hopped onto Tony’s backside. The inventor dropped her near Minerva. She was NOT letting the scientist go that easy. Minerva growled at her and lunged. Kamala dodged and moved with the ships gravity slowly making back to the windows. She kept her density heavy so she wouldn’t fall backwards and smack into the hull entirely. 

“Minerva stop this! You’ll kill all of us!” Kamala reasoned. 

“That’s the plan,” Minerva growled. Kamala sighed. 

“Why does this never worked?!” 

She dashed forward and punched the now beast in the eyes. Kamala launched herself into the air and brought two embiggened fists down on Minerva-Beast’s head. The scientist slumped as she was knocked unconscious. Kamala landed and then fell backwards as she wasn’t as heavy any more. She screamed as she fell back. 

Vision swooped behind her and caught her by the arm. Kamala snapped her eyes open and looked up at the synthezoid. 

“Vis! Thanks buddy!” Kamala said gratefully. The android smiled warmly at the person he saw as a little sister. 

“No need to thank me, Ms. Marvel. Now, let us stop from hurtling into Earth shall we?” Vision waved off. 

“You know it, bud.” 

The two landed next to Iron Man and Captain Marvel as they all tried to stop the ship. Kamala was to keep the stick steady. A giant lever that was being flung to the right by gravity. Kamala pulled it to the left and held it there. She remembered that Captain Marvel had been holding Steve before. 

“Where’s Cap?” Kamala shouted over the noise of the ship being torn apart. 

“Spider-Man made a safety spot DON’T WORRY EVERYTHING IS—AHHHHHHH HOLD ON! WE’RE COMING IN HOT!” Tony informed her only to warn the others. Th front windows became a mess or oranges and red as the heat increased. The point of the hull being lit by the extreme heat. 

Everyone screamed as they braced themselves. The four at the terminal steering them all towards the ocean. That being the safest option. Then suddenly Kamala had a thought at the worst possible moment. 

“WHAT ABOUT THE AVENJET!?” She asked Tony. The inventor’s face went from panic to realization to annoyance. They just couldn’t catch a break huh? 

“AW—!” 

SPLASH! 

The Avengers all looked at each other and smiled. They had won. As a family. 

TWO DAYS LATER. . .

Kamala hummed to herself as she poured her chai into a cup. They had only made it back to the tower yesterday. Given they needed S.H.I.E.L.D. to come and find them. Then her and Spider-Man had to turn over their suits and sign the papers of the terms and sentencing they had to do. Even though it hurt to no longer be Ms. Marvel it wasn’t forever. She knew that. 

She would officially take her first session of therapy tomorrow as well. Someone Coulson hand picked apparently. Kamala still ad mixed feelings on the agent after everything. She wasn’t sure if they were friends or associates at this point. Jemma had come and made it very clear they were still friends and to call her for anything. Well, call her after the three week limit. 

Kamala smiled. Through this whole thing she thought she lost everything. She did lose a lot. But she had gained a lot as well. A boyfriend. Love for herself even if it was small starting out. A family when she lost her own. And she learned to forgive. To love and have hope even when the darkness came knocking on her door.

“Hey, Kam. What are you doing?” Natasha asked from behind her. Kamala jumped and clutched her tea to her chest. 

“Crud Nat! Don’t sneak up on me like that! And for your information I’m making Chai. Happy?” Kamala said, her smile betraying her glare. Nat smiled. 

“Well, me and Steve wanted to talk to you about something,” Nat said smiling widely. Kamala tilted her head to the side. But Steve wasn’t in here. 

“Behind you kid.” 

“GAH! okay can you two please stop jump scaring me?” Kamala begged. The super soldier chuckled and went to stand beside Nat. Kamala sipped her Chai and glanced at the two over the rim of her cup. 

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Kamala asked. The two looked at her, growing serious. 

“As you know, you’ve already to your Naani everything,” Nat started. Kamala nodded remembering the conversation. Her Naani hadn’t blamed her and even said she would visit as soon as possible. The grandmother comforting her over the phone. Even when Kamala was fled with guilt. 

“But, you decided to stay at the tower. And as you might know everyone here has basically adopted you,” Steve continued, chuckling at the end. Kamala smiled. She had started to repair some of the bonds she used to have with the others. Some were harder than most. But it all started with forgiveness. 

“Legally though, you need a guardian on paper. And someone to handle things mainstream since you’re still a minor,” Natasha said smiling. Kamala nodded that made sense. So Naani was going to? The pair looked at each other smiling before looking back to Kamala. Okay, now she felt concerned. Nat walked forward and bend down to look Kamala straight in the eye. 

“If if you’re okay with it. I would like to adopt you, Kamala. Now, being part of my life enemies will come and I—”

Kamala dropped her cup and tackled the spy in a hug. Nat gasped and smiled widely, hugging the girl back. Both started laughing as tears of joy were spread. The two woman looked to Steve who was watching with a smile. They motioned for him to join and the three hugged. 

“I knew we always had a mother daughter/ sisters bond,” Kamala said through tears. Nat chuckled and gave Kamala a side hug, squeezing her tightly. 

“Wait! You said both you and Steve. What did he want to tell me?” Kamala asked looking to the super soldier. 

Steve smirked. “Well Nat is adopting you as a mother/sister but if you want I’m always here for you too.”

Kamala blinked. “Like a dad?” 

Steve turned pink. “Uh if you want? I don’t want to intrude or overstep but you do mean a lot to me, Kamala and—”

“Yep. You do realize you give off serious dad energy right?” Kamala said hugging Steve. The super soldier smiled. Then furrowed his brows as he realized what the teen said. 

“Wait I do?” 

Kamala and Natasha burst into laughter as a confused Steve rubbed the back of his head. 

ONE DAY LATER

S.H.I.E.L.D. BASE, THERAPY ROOM 15

10: 30 A.M.

Kamala took a deep breath and pushed the door open to room fifteen. She looked around the room. It was painted a calm blue and had huge windows over looking the city of New York. She hadn’t thought S.H.I.E.L.D. would hide a base in a story building. In the middle of the room was a circle glass table with a brown fluffy rug underneath. There was a chair to the right of the table. A lounge chair to the right. The one you typically see in shows. 

There was a door on the left wall and a desk to the right wall. A computer and other stuff laid on top of the desk. There was also a little succulent too. Cute. A stack of three books were placed on the glass table and a potted plant of lavender. She hadn’t sene it at first with her eyes darting around the room. 

To say she was nervous was an understatement. 

Kamala walked hesitantly into the he room, closing the door behind her. It was fine. She was fine. Therapy. Easy. She could totally handle this. Nothing would go wrong right? The polymorph sat down on the lounge chair and tried to even out her breathing. Her head shot up at the sound of the door opening. 

A woman walked in. She had blonde hair tied up into a bun, square glasses, blue eyes, and red lips. She smiled at Kamala and set a cup of coffee  and water bottle on the table. But Kamala only looked at the beverage for a split second. For some reason the woman tugged something in the back of her mind. Had she seen her before? 

Her therapist took out a pen and clipboard. She looked at Kamala with a warm gaze. 

“Hi, you’re Kamala right?” Her therapist asked. The teen nodded her head. 

“Good to meet you. I’m your therapist, Yelena. But you can call me Miss Lena,” the woman introduced herself holding it her hand to Kamala. The polymorph shook it and shifted nervously. Miss Lena clicked her pen. 

“Now, let’s get started shall we?”