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  2. Summary

    The first part in this series is actually the first chapter of all the works in the series.
    The same idea sparked, and it is so open to all the possibilities, and I want to explore them all.
    Let me know if you have a fandom you would like to see, and I might agree.

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    This series will be a bunch of either plot bunnies, or complete stories, all about a female Harry Potter and time travel. Most of them won't be connected, unless otherwise marked

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    A series all about how social media in the age of the Republic convinced beings that Jedi were actually not celibate space monks, and were in fact chaotic arseholes to each other.
    Female Obi-Wan Kenobi.

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    These are a series of stories that I will eventually get around to finishing, but if someone would like to adopt them, just send me a message.
    The muse has left me after starting them, but I continue to work on them.
    They will all be finished, it will just take a while.

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    What if instead of a world weary doctor named Yinsin, Tony meet a child with Spider abilities in that cave?
    What would that change?

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    24 Feb 2022

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    She gave Tony a swift hug, then pulled out her phone. Learning from previous experience, she then jumped to the ceiling and sat down upside down. Far too many of her phone calls had been interrupted by various Avengers when they got frustrated with Wade’s pet names, and manner to talking.

    “Baby boy!” His delighted voice brought a smile to her lips even as both Tony and Steve winced, then shot her phone a dirty look.

    “Wade, privet lyubov’ kat ty,” she greeted him.

    Bucky had been teaching her Russian. One of the few languages Wade spoke that most of the other Avengers didn’t. Natasha wasn’t in the room and Bucky both liked Wade and couldn’t care less what they said to each other.

    Both Steve and Tony turned to Bucky, but he refused to translate. Jarvis, also on Peta’s side, found himself unable to comply. Peta smiled down at her dad as he and Steve muttered sourly away to each other. She knew the blushes that covered her cheeks as she listened to Wade sweet talk her were only stirring the two men below up, but didn’t stop them. She wasn’t forcing them to watch her as she talked with her boyfriend. If they didn’t like what they saw, they could look elsewhere.

    Wade was more than happy to come and ‘help’ the Avengers. He didn’t have any contracts at the moment and had been itching to un-alive baddies. He promised the two of them could go out for a roof top picnic when he came back.

    Peta could feel herself smiling helplessly. It might not sound like a romantic date, but for the two of them, it was filled with nostalgia.

    “I’ll like that,” she agreed.

    The rest of the team had assembled and boarded the jet that had landed on the roof of Stark Tower. Deadpool had come, risking serious injury as he kissed her through his mask, in front of the team.

    He was in the jet annoying Hawkeye and talking shop with Bucky.

    Tony was the last to board.

    “Make sure you take Jarvis with you,” He fretted.

    “I will Dad,” Peta agreed amicable. Jarvis and Karen both went with her on her nightly patrols. Ready to alert the entire team should any untoward trouble crop up.

    “I promise to just do a quick sweep and then come right back home. Jarvis will keep you updated with my progress.”

    “Indeed, Sir, Little Miss is in excellent hands.”

    “I know, I know.” Tony wrapped an arm around Peta, drawing her in for a hug. “I’ll stop hovering, I promise.”

    “I don’t mind.” Peta understood Tony’s fears. After all, she was going to be checking in with Jarvis on Tony’s status the entire time he was away on his mission as well.

    It would take time and healing for both of them to relax their hyper vigilance regarding each other. Something that against all odds, trials, and events, they now had.

    Tony was Peta’s Father, with Jarvis, Karen, the Avengers and Deadpool making up the rest of their family. She had everything she could ever want and more.

    Peta truly was one lucky Cave Spider.

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    Michelle Jones is a ten year old half-orphan with an enhanced mind and a chip on her shoulder.
    Ned Leeds is a twelve year old computer genius who may be magic.
    SX-24 is an experiment. It doesn't have a name, or know its age.

    None of them have pasts to return to, even if they could- but maybe, together, they could have a future.

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    Tony Stark is a man who spends his days on the edge of a cliff. In the aftermath of Sokovia, he finds himself retired and alone in an empty Stark Tower. He drinks, and doesn't talk to his estranged wife, and thinks about how long it's been since his son's death.

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    three kids, stolen from their families (or lack thereof) grow up in a hydra lab, with nothing but each other and their gifts to help them survive. two parents grieve and try to find their way back to each other.

    I do Not consent to my work being posted elsewhere or fed into AI.

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    19 Dec 2022

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    Abe’s nightmare raccoon, which had been quiet (somehow reading the room better than Flash) chittered and raised its paw in a salute like gesture.

     

    “I think that means we’re in.” Abe said, no one questioning the fact that the raccoon appeared to have human levels of cognition (and spite). Whatever, New York was a weird place. There were probably rats doing Shakespeare and differential calculus in the sewers somewhere. If she saw one, she’d probably just ask for help with her homework.

     

    Ned was looking at her. She jolted out of her rat-based reverie and masterfully suppressed her meep of surprise. “Of course! You know I can never resist a scoop, also, y’know, whatever you need Ned. Me, helping? It’s a date, well, not a date, hahah, just-”

     

    “Ooookay. Well, what she meant is, We’re all helping. We’re the Midtown Acadec team. We bully criminals, go to Denny’s, and we’ll take down some murderous organizations too.” Cindy, blessed Cindy, saved her from her rambling.

     

    MJ blinked, and Betty couldn’t ever remember seeing such a vulnerable expression on her face. “T-thank you guys.” She murmured, and steeled herself. “Don’t think this gets you out of practice, though. We’ve got State coming in 8 weeks, and we are going to crush all of their bones, and eat the dust of their skeleton-“

     

    Betty smiled, tuning out MJ’s gloriously murderous speech and looking at the strange little family (complete with a raccoon that was currently pickpocketing Flash) around her. Yeah, they were gonna crush some HYDRA bones. For MJ, Peter, and Ned. They deserved a family, and they were going to get one.

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    Oh! It’s really great. Normal high school stuff. We won nationals this year. My uh, parents keep showing up in increasingly elaborate disguises and only Flash noticed, which was hilarious. We went to Denny’s again, and we all try to hang out outside of school as much as possible. Umm, Flash got a bunch of Youtube followers, he’s up to 83 now. Don’t tell him, but Ned and I made some bot accounts to uh, pad the numbers a bit. I finally reached an armistice with Abe’s raccoon, Cindy blew up our chem lab right after it was finished being reconstructed and I think that’s what sent Mr. Harrington into nervous breakdown number two. I think Ned and Betty are dating? There’s a lot of-“ he narrowed his eyes in distrust “giggling.”

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    It's too late, Stephen knows, as soon as he hears the stars start screaming. His universe is collapsing, and none of his spells can do anything at this point.

    But it's not the end.

    Stephen Strange wakes up in his scrubs on the floor of a surgery room. Tony Stark wakes up in his workshop at Avengers Tower, held in the arms of an old Iron Man armor. Peter Parker wakes up tangled in the sheets of a bunk bed he hadn’t seen in weeks.

    The day is 21st September 2014. The universe holds its breath as three time-displaced souls regain their bearings.

    Ahead of them, their past awaits.

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    19 Dec 2022

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    There. Stephen strode over to a section of the relic room, a bit to the side, but not quite into a corner. Locked inside a pristine glass case, a crimson cloak morosely hung in midair, its proud collar drooping and its fabric still and forlorn. His heart ached. What happened to his relic?

    Just beside him, Drumm raised an eyebrow at him. “The Cloak of Levitation has been unresponsive for a week,” he said, almost too casually. “Despite not having chosen a Master for hundreds of years, it had never behaved like this.”

    Stephen laid a way too steady hand on the glass. “It’s not just unresponsive,” he wanted to whisper, to shout. “It’s mourning.”

    It remembered. His closest companion remembered. The Time Stone had rewound the universe but protected his memory - and the Cloak had been there, it had always been there, ever since he’d faced Kaecilius in the Sanctum and almost died for it. The Time Stone had witnessed the soul-deep bond between the relic and its chosen, and extended its protection to his Cloak.

    This is my blessing, it said.

    A wave of gratitude rose within him, fierce and scalding but also soft and fragile, and it crashed against the tendrils of Time cupped around his heart. The Stone purred - I know, I understand; I’ve always taken care of you.

    Stephen resolutely did not cry. This time, he managed it. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice already breaking. “It’s me, old friend. I’m sorry I haven’t come to you sooner.”

    The Cloak’s last memory had been the end of the universe, too. It woke up alone, locked in an enchanted glass case, without its Master and without a voice to ask what happened, why am I back here, where is my Chosen?

    He held his breath as the Cloak’s collar slowly inched upwards.

    “I’m back.” Stephen smiled.

    His Cloak rippled and shook, its thick fabric fluttering as it threw itself at the glass. It banged at its prison, over and over, thrashing against its enchanted bars.

    After recovering from his shock at such a strong reaction, Drumm waved a hand and the glass disappeared.

    His Cloak bowled Stephen over with the relief of a drowning man finding air again, wrapping its whole body around his chest and his limbs and his head, mussing up his hair, pressing closer to its chosen as if trying to melt into him. Its collar fluttered against his cheeks and his eyelids as he let his Cloak cuddle and levitate him into a vaguely horizontal position.

    “Gah- yeah, yeah, I’ve missed you too-” Stephen grabbed a fistful of fabric around his mouth, and it prodded at the unusual strength of his grip. “I know, I was surprised too. Ugh, put me down, you overeager blanket-”

    The Cloak efficiently unwrapped from his limbs, set him on his feet, and dutifully billowed behind him - as if shouting “Behold: my Chosen!” to Drumm, the relics and the Sanctum; a claim staked and flaunted to any who would oppose it.

    Stephen could not stop his relieved smile from taking over his face. He patted the Cloak’s left lapel and felt it ripple pleasantly under his hand. Its clasps tightened on his chest, effectively trapping Stephen in his sadly non-magical coat that he’d worn to get to the Sanctum.

    Drumm stared.

    Stephen cleared his throat. “I’ll show myself out of the Sanctum, Master Drumm.”

    Slowly, he thrust a hand towards the staircase that had just manifested outside the relic room. “Of course, Master Strange.” He nodded at him, a movement bordering on a small bow, and the lights around them flickered as Stephen gained the trust of both Sanctum and its Master. “You will always be welcomed by the Order.”

    His face hurt from smiling so much. Stephen bowed back and turned to the staircase - but the Cloak picked him up and floated him down to the front door, pretending that Stephen wasn’t rolling his eyes and the Sanctum wasn’t tittering at the two of them.

    “No floating outside the Sanctum,” he mumbled.

    The Cloak waved its collar at his face, both agreeing and dismissing his order.

    God, how he missed it.

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    He had lost everything: his parents, his aunt and uncle, his friends and his mentors. He was coping the best way a teenager who is close to becoming an adult can cope. Since then, he told himself that if one day he met someone again who was in the place of any of the above, he would never get attached again.

    When he meets an old acquaintance surprisingly and unexpectedly, Peter doesn't know if he will make it.

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    Peter Wayne isn’t sure if it’s puberty or this goddamn spider bite on his neck, but something in him is changing—and fast

    Bruce’s adopted son, Dick Grayson’s younger brother… but never really part of the family. Peter’s done waiting to be chosen, he’s doing this his own way even if it hurts them all, just like they’ve hurt
    him.

    The inspiration for this fic is
    Wayne’s Shadow, Spider’s Web
    By Sddungu6902

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