Four, badass, powerful ladies are the only ones left to save the world, to rewrite history. Each with their own powers, each with similarities and each with differences, these four women are the world's only hope.
Living in a dystopian future, the...
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ITALY, EUROPE. 2024
ZARIA, Peter, and Ned walked back to the boys' room, Ned asking Zaria too many questions about her powers, questions she didn't have the answers to.
"For the last time Ned, I don't have the answers to your fucking questions!" She exclaimed as Peter opened their room door, walking in.
"What are you gonna do about the water monster?" Ned asked, directing his question more towards Peter than Zaria, afraid he'd get yelled at again.
"Nothing. it's dead. And besides, Blue took care of it and that Mysterio guy's all over it. Look... I just wanna spend some time with MJ, while talking about Paris and... make sure she really likes me," Peter told his best friend, Zaria frowning at his words. She could tell the boy was lying to himself. Peter didn't want to spend time with MJ, he didn't want to talk about Paris, and he really didn't want her to like him. All Peter wanted was Aurora, but that wasn't an option.
"That's nice. Reminds me of when Betty and I first fell in love. I had just finished my first fruit cobbler, right—" Before Ned could finish, he was hit with a dart in the neck by Nick Fury who was sitting in a shaded corner of the room in a chair.
"Oh fuck," Zaria mumbled, recalling what Steve and Wren told her about Nick.
"You're a very difficult person to contact, Spider-Man."
"You're Nick Fury. You just shot Ned."
"It's just a mild tranquillizer. He'll be all right. So good to finally meet you. I saw you at the funeral, but I didn't think that was a good time to exchange numbers," Nick said, Zaria crossing her arms.
"No, that would have been really inappropriate."
"That's what I just said."
"Why the fuck are you here? Peter doesn't want to talk to you," Zaria said like a protective mother, stepping in front of the teenage boy. Nick raised a brow at the half robotic woman.
"Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you're here in Peter's room when you're not wanted."
"No, what matters is, you're here now. I tried to bring you here. You avoided me, and now, you're here. What a coincidence," Nick said, Zaria growling at the one-eyed man.
"Wait. Was this a coincidence?" Peter asked.
"I used to know everything. Then, I come back five years later and now, I know nothing. No intel, no team, and a high school kid is dodging my calls," Nick stated.
"You've got Steve, Wren, you don't need to drag Peter into whatever the fuck you're doing."
"I didn't know who Wren was five years ago. Here's what I do know, however... a week ago, a village in Mexico was wiped out by a cyclone. Witnesses say that cyclone had a face. Three days later, a similar event in Morocco. A village was..." Nick was cut off by a knock on the door, Zaria exhaling sharply.
