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Morgan Stark. Most infamously, the teenage daughter of Iron Man, Tony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Less infamously, Morgan Stark was a New-Yorker that lived with her mother, Pepper, in their lake house, located in upstate New York. Morgan attended Midtown School of Science and Technology as part of her Father’s dying wish.
Midtown was occasionally the unfortunate victim of crime and villainy, leaving Midtown’s friendly, Neighborhood Spider-Man to help out every now and again. Morgan had developed a little bit of a crush, if you will, on the vigilante. Nothing crazy, of course, just a cool guy in a cool suit that she found conventionally attractive.
One night, Morgan was bored out of her mind, a pile of unfinished chemistry assignments on her desk. Morgan wasn’t all too interested in writing about ionic compounds or answering questions about covalent bonds, so she went for the next option.
“FRIDAY, show me footage of Spider-Man from last week,” Morgan instructed her late-father’s AI.
“Of course, Morgan,” the AI replied, showing Morgan the footage she asked for. In every video that Morgan swiped through on her HUD projection, Spider-Man wore the same suit. A strawberry red mixed with a metallic, electric blue.
“Hm,” Morgan hummed, “hey, FRI? Can you pull up all of Spider-Man’s suits? There’s no way that’s his only one he’s used lately.” Morgan picked up her phone, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram as FRIDAY worked.
“Of course, Morgan. Showing everything on Spider-Man’s suits now,” FRIDAY replied after a moment.
When Morgan looked up from her phone, she couldn’t believe her eyes. In front of her was multiple intricate, unique, Stark Industries patented suits for Spider-Man.
“FRI, what am I looking at?” Morgan asked.
“These are suits your father designed, Morgan. I’m not sure how I never knew of their existence, but my data suggests your father designed Spider-Man’s suits from the year 2016 up until the year 2023,” FRIDAY explained.
Morgan leaned back in her chair, her head lulling back in disbelief. How could her dad possibly have designed suits for Spider-Man? How come he was designing suits for the guy since 2016, but Spider-Man hadn’t done his rebrand until 2024? What the fuck was going on here?
“FRIDAY, I need you to search your databases for all information on Spider-Man. I have a weird feeling about this,” Morgan admitted, now on the edge of her seat, pressing her pointer fingers over her lips in anticipation.
“My data suggests that Spider-Man, or Peter Parker, was Boss’s personal intern in 2016, up until 2018 when the blip took place. After your father’s death, he left Mr. Parker a pair of glasses, which had access to E.D.I.T.H. Mr. Parker hasn’t used them since the summer of 2024,” FRIDAY replied.
“You’re kidding me. How have I never heard of this Peter guy? It’s 2028, for god’s sake!” Morgan exclaimed.
“I’m not sure, Morgan. It seems that my data was corrupted, somehow, yet I still have access. As if something archived all of my data on Mr. Parker,” FRIDAY intuited.
“Give me all the info you’ve got on Peter, FRI,” Morgan said.
“Of course. Peter Parker was born on August 10th, 2001, which makes him twenty-two years old now due to the blip. He is currently living in an apartment in Queens, and he works at a technology company. He attended Midtown as a teenager, and interned for Boss after school on weekdays. He fought with the Avengers on multiple occasions, including the battle where your father passed away”, FRIDAY explained.
Morgan sighed as she processed this. She knew Spider-Man’s identity, for one, but she now knew that her dad knew him personally.
“How did my dad do that, anyway? The stone thing. I thought Thanos destroyed them on Planet Garden,” Morgan commented.
“He did, Morgan. However, Boss, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Rocket Racoon, Nebula Benetar, and James Rhodes all used Hank Pym’s invention, Pym Particles, to go back in time and get the Infinity Stones,” FRIDAY explained.
“Thanks, FRI,” Morgan dismissed the AI. She didn’t necessarily want FRIDAY to elaborate on her dad’s death any longer. Morgan did, however, get out a plain sheet of paper. She drew a long, straight line, with an orange pen, and drew out a timeline for the events of her dad’s life. It stretched from 2008, six years before she was born in 2014, up until his death on October 17th, 2023.
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2008: Dad meets Mom, then he gets kidnapped in Afghanistan and becomes Iron Man
2010: Dad gets his arc reactor
2012: Dad joins the Avengers
2013: Dad meets Harley Keener
2014: Mom and Dad have me
2015: Dad makes and defeats Ultron
2016: Dad meets Peter Parker
2018: Dad loses Peter in the blip
2023: Dad dies after bringing everyone back from the blip
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Morgan did hours and hours worth of research using FRIDAY’s databases, dismissing her mom each time Pepper came in to check on the teenager. She eventually discovered that Peter Parker messed up big time with E.D.I.T.H., and gave it to some guy named Quentin Beck, or Mysterio. Mysterio revealed Peter’s identity, which eventually led Peter to open up the multiverse and meet two other Spider Man’s (which was insane).
After Peter cured multiple villains, giving them a second chance, Peter realized that in order for his best friend and girlfriend, Ned Leeds and Michelle Jones, to get into MIT, everyone needed to forget who he was. In late 2024, Doctor Stephen Strange cast a spell that led everyone in the entire universe to forget about Peter Parker. Which would explain Spider-Man’s rebrand in 2025.
“Wait, FRI, please tell me Dad has some Pym Particles left over somewhere!” Morgan practically begged.
“Yes, Morgan, your dad left a case of Pym Particles left over in the garage. If you put on one of the pairs of your HUD glasses, I can direct you to them,” FRIDAY informed the young girl.
“Okay, okay,” Morgan eagerly put her glasses on and followed FRIDAY’s direction. Morgan easily located a black lockbox that was cleverly hidden behind a box of her mom’s old clothes.
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“It’s fine, actually. Your mom never wears anything I buy her.”
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Morgan chuckled quietly at the memory.
“Morgan, I would advise you to be very careful,” FRIDAY hummed from god knows where.
“Yeah, I got that. Thanks,” Morgan replied. Morgan carried the box into her room, immediately setting it under her bed.
“FRI? What’s the code for that box?” Morgan asked.
“I can’t tell you that, Morgan, I was left under instruction by your father to never reveal that code,” FRIDAY responded.
“Override code 3000MHS2014,” Morgan said confidently, smiling when FRIDAY displayed the code on her HUD, as to not say it out loud.
Morgan sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, surrounded by a chaotic array of papers and drawings.
She had transformed her bedroom into a makeshift research lab, walls lined with sticky notes and diagrams illustrating her father’s legacy and Spider-Man’s evolution. The glow from her HUD glasses illuminated the dark room as FRIDAY’s voice resonated in her ear.
“Would you like me to summarize your findings, Morgan?” FRIDAY asked, her tone patient as always.
“No, not yet,” Morgan replied, her fingers nervously tapping against her knee. “I’m still piecing everything together. It’s just… all of this is so much.”
Morgan glanced at the timeline she’d sketched earlier. Each line and date represented not just her father’s accomplishments but also the relationships he’d built, including the one with Peter Parker. A pang of curiosity tugged at her heart. How had her father, the legendary Iron Man, connected with a boy just trying to make sense of the world? Taking a deep breath, Morgan pushed her thoughts aside.
“Right. Focus, Morgan. You’ve got this,” she picked up a half-finished chemistry assignment, but the words blurred together as her mind wandered back to Spider-Man. She imagined him swinging through the city, carefree yet burdened by the weight of his secret identity.
“FRIDAY, can you pull up Peter Parker’s address for me?” Morgan asked suddenly, her fingers itching with the need to take action.
“Certainly, Morgan. Peter Parker resides in Apartment 19F, Blueline Apartments, on 67th Street, Queens, New York,” FRIDAY replied promptly.
Morgan’s heart raced. “Queens? That’s not far at all! I could…”
As the thought struck her, Morgan’s excitement morphed into determination. She paced her room, her mind racing. If she could find Peter, maybe she could convince him to help her. After all, he had worked closely with her father and was just as familiar with the Pym Particles as she was, even if it wasn’t super familiar. But then it hit her like a lightning bolt—what if she didn’t just want to meet Peter to discuss her dad’s legacy? What if she could use the Pym Particles to travel back in time?
“FRIDAY,” she said, her voice rising with newfound fervor, “do you think it’s possible to use the Pym Particles to change the past? To bring Dad back?”
“Traveling back in time with Pym Particles is theoretically possible, but it is fraught with risks and complications,” FRIDAY warned, her tone shifting to a more serious tone, “altering events in the timeline could have unforeseen consequences, including personal and cosmic repercussions.”
“I can’t just sit here and do nothing! I need to try,” Morgan snapped, her frustration bubbling over.
“Attempting to alter the timeline would require meticulous planning and a thorough understanding of the events you wish to change,” FRIDAY cautioned.
“Then let’s plan it! I’ll gather all the information I need, and then I’ll find Peter,” Morgan declared, her voice steadying as resolve settled in, “if anyone can help me figure this out, it’s him. He’s smart, he’s resourceful… and he knows what it’s like to lose someone.”
She sank back onto the floor, her mind a flurry of thoughts. “I can do this,” she whispered to herself, a determined smile breaking through the anxious facade, “I can bring Dad back.”
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It was 2:00 AM on a Sunday morning, and Peter Parker was practically drowning in his work. After recently graduating MIT with honors and his masters in engineering, the 22-year-old landed a solid job at an up and coming technology company, but the job left him with more work at home than he ever saw Tony do at Stark Industries. Sure, he was Mr. Big Shot, but the man had still worked his ass off night and day.
A knock on Peter’s apartment door dragged him out of his unproductive work session, but also gave him a little bit of anxiety. Who the fuck was at his door at 2:00 AM? He grabbed his baseball bat from the corner of his bedroom, slowly walking up to the door. Another knock.
Peter tightened his grip on the bat, inching closer to the door. He’d lived alone long enough to know that nobody good ever knocked at two in the morning. He peeked through the peephole but saw nothing in the dim hallway. Just as he started to relax, thinking he must’ve imagined it, there was another knock. This time louder, more urgent.
He took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and opened it just enough to see outside. His eyes widened. Standing in his hallway, shivering slightly but with an intense, determined look in her eyes, was Morgan Stark.