📍LONDON, ENGLAND
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(Y/N) FLICKED HER gaze from Circe to MJ and Ned, who were still grunting against the restrains that she had on their necks. A frown was written on (Y/N)'s face when she heard what Circe had called her, but her only thought in mind was to get her friends out of danger.
"My powers work out here, or did you forget?" she tested, tilting her head to the side.
"No, dear. I'm counting on it," Circe smirked.
MJ and Ned tried to run forward to pull on the ropes but all Circe did was flick her fingers and tug on the restrains back, making the two fall back to the ground with a thud.
"No!" (Y/N) directed a blast at Circe and managed to knock her back a few feet, where she rolled in the ground.
MJ and Ned were free from the ropes and (Y/N) still had the two energy spheres in her hands, preparing herself if Circe tried to attack again.
"I need you to tell me where we are," she said. "And run as fast as you can out of here."
"We're in London. Mr. Harrington — " MJ tried to explain her point and reason with her.
"Leave and go with the others," (Y/N) cut her off, not in the mood to protest their safety.
"No way, we're staying with you," Ned argued.
Circe rose from the ground with her long robe flowing down to her feet and spoke up in a mocking tone, "Listen to your friend's advice, fellas."
"Now!" (Y/N) ordered.
Ned grabbed onto MJ's arm to stop her from protesting any further and they both proceeded to run away of the scene with no hesitation, looking back one last time to see how (Y/N) hurled another blast at Circe before they disappeared out of earshot.
(Y/N) blew the strands of hair out of her face and breathed heavily after she hurled the blue blast at Circe, but the strange thing was how she held it in between her hands with a smirk, blue mist combining with purple.
"I take power from the undeserving," Circe said. "It's kinda my thing."
(Y/N) stared down at her hands when she heard a squelching sound and saw how her right hand began to turn into a disgusting grey color, her palm growing cold and bony. This distracted her and didn't give her the chance to block Circe's attack, and she rolled back in the ground with a grunt.
"You're clearly in over your little teenage head," Circe taunted, rising from the ground and using her hands to levitate in the air. "So, why don't you surrender your magic to someone who knows what to do with it? You can still enjoy your life while you can. What do you say?"
(Y/N) didn't concentrate on her words and hid her hand behind her back that was redirecting a car towards Circe's back. Circe didn't get time to react and her eyes widened when she was knocked by the car, collapsing on the side. (Y/N) dropped her hands and advanced towards the crashed car to check if there was any damage, when she heard the familiar shimmering in the air.
(Y/N) looked up just in time to see Circe appear in the air with a cocky smirk in her lips and flew away without another word. (Y/N) didn't think too much of it and thrusted her hands in the air, following after Circe in the clear and open sky.
(Y/N) got back to the ground after following behind Circe deeper in the city of London, where clouds were forming by an unknown reason to her and people seemed to be crowding together to peak at the abrupt change of weather. No one seemed to notice when (Y/N) lowered herself in the ground and walked past the crowds with panic, desperate to find the other witch.
Suddenly, as (Y/N) was crossing by a street, a purple blast hit her from the back and caused her to fall forward into the ground. (Y/N) used her hands to protect her face from the impact as she grunted and groaned, standing on her knees to catch her breath. Going unnoticed by (Y/N) at the moment, Circe was planning to expose her in front of a huge audience to reveal her identity.
"(Y/N), you've never been up against another witch before," Circe stood high in a skyscraper and looked down at her with a face twisted in jealousy. "Did you know there's three entire chapters devoted to you in the Darkhold? That's the book of the damned."
Circe raised her hands in the air and a book appeared out of thin air, purple mist blowing through its pages as it opened itself up and she held it in between her hands. "'The Azure Witch is not born, she is forged. She has no coven, no need for incantation. She controls the power of reality, manipulating it to her will.'"
"I'm not a witch. I don't cast spells!" (Y/N) raised her hands in defense, not having a clue to what she was saying. "No one thought me magic!"
"Your power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme and the Scarlet Witch," Circe continued. "It's your destiny to destroy and tear down the world with no one being able to stop you."
(Y/N) shook her head and the frustration was evident all over her face. "I'm not what you say I am!"
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MJ AND NED made it back to the rest of the class group, where everyone had wondered why they had disappeared so suddenly and they didn't get time to explain, since the clouds that Quentin was forming with the drones was growing in the majority of the city.
MJ and Ned separated from the group and ran from one of the ends of the Tower Bridge, all while Ned held on to Betty's hand and Flash followed behind them with his phone still live-streaming the entire situation. The air was blowing harshly and thunder clapping in the distance, and everyone was able to see how a plane was approaching the city with speed.
"Ned!" the man screamed when he spotted the young man amongst the crowd.
"Happy!" Ned breathed out a sigh of relief.
"I got to get you guys out of here! Get on the jet!"
"Who are you? We need to find (Y/N)!" MJ protested and frowned when she didn't recognize the man.
"I work with Spider-Man and Blue Dame, okay?" Happy explained and he was desperate, pointing to the jet behind them. "You gotta get on that jet."
"You work for Spider-Man and Blue Dame?" Flash's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation that he lowered his phone for the first time.
"I work with Spider-Man and Blue Dame, not for them," Happy corrected with anger.
A loud boom was heard right behind him and everyone turned their attention to see how the jet they were supposed to get on exploded into a deep cloud of smoke and fire, which was coming their way since they were too close to the scene, broken pieces of the jet flying in different directions that it nearly hit them before they were pulled back by a hard grip.
Everyone's eyes turned to see how (Y/N) held a piece of the jet between her blue mist and slowly dropped it to the ground to confirm that it didn't hurt any of them. When Happy, MJ, and Ned spotted her, they all rushed to her side, leaving Flash and Betty to run towards another side of the road for protection.
"(Y/N)!" Ned was the first one to reach her and hold her by the arms to stop her knees from giving up underneath her.
"Hi! Hi! Hi!" (Y/N) pulled MJ and Ned close to her and Happy stood in front of the three for protection as the young girl closed her eyes to reassure herself that it wasn't an illusion. "You're safe. You're okay."
(Y/N) pulled back from MJ's embrace and was about to ask about Peter's whereabouts when Circe returned in the air once again, rolling her eyes at the sight and hurling another purple blast at the group. "How adorable."
"No!" (Y/N) yelled and formed a blue dome to protect the others from the blast.
Pain shot through all of (Y/N)'s body when Circe absorbed all the power that the dome contained and drained all of (Y/N)'s energy, causing her to grunt and groan in protest when this happened.
"Now, what the — " Happy frowned.
(Y/N) panted when she dropped the dome and her hands were in a darker shade of grey than before, barely feeling her hands now. MJ's eyes widened at the sight of it and she locked eyes with her to ask it herself.
"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Ned and MJ questioned at the same time.
(Y/N) shrugged the question off with a short nod and lifted her head to see how Circe flew in the air and could be approaching the group at any moment, which she wouldn't allow.
"Stay out of danger and try to find Peter," (Y/N) said, readjusting the loose jacket. "I'll be right back."
She thrusted her hands to the side and didn't wait for any response as she joined Circe in the air, dodging the purple blasts that she was throwing at her and got up to her same level. (Y/N) crossed her arms and flicked her wrist in a slick motion that caused her to disappear with a trail of blue mist in the air where she last stood.
Circe looked all around herself to check if (Y/N) would appear back to attack and got down to the roof of one of the city's skyscrapers, watching from above how the class trip ran for cover that she was too distracted when (Y/N) sneaked up behind and flicked her fingers in her temple, blue mist covering her vision completely as she let out a gasp.
When Circe opened her eyes again, she was tied back at the wooden post with her hands behind her back in the forest, surrounded by the corpses of the witches she and her mother had killed all those years ago.
"No," Circe muttered and gasped at the sight. "No."
"You surprise me every day, Circe," (Y/N)'s voice caught her attention and she appeared from the shadows, circling the place where Circe was tied up. "I did not know you were capable of this."
The witches' corpses snapped their heads and hands at the direction of the noise and withered on the floor in pain as Circe panicked in her spot. "No. No, no, no! No, no! Oh, please! I beg you! I beg you!"
(Y/N) watched Circe's cries and audible whimpers until her weak facade dropped, the smirk returning to her features and the corpses stopped in their tracks, their eyes now fixed on the young girl standing quietly, their cloaks covering the half of their bodies.
"(Y/N). (Y/N). . ." the witches chanted. "(Y/N). . .(Y/N) Schmidt. . ."
"You are a witch. . ." their voices overlapped and (Y/N) glanced at every single one of them as they slowly walked towards her. "You are a witch. . .Witch. . ."
"You. . ." (Y/N) gasped when the rotting corpse of Evanora Harkness sneaked up behind her to point a finger at her. "You are the Azure Witch."
"So it is written. So it is written. So it is written," the witches chanted and surrounded (Y/N) completely without a space to escape.
Circe smacked her lips from her spot in the wooden post. "Told you so."
"Harbinger of Chaos. . ."
"So, it is foretold. So it is written. So, it is foretold." the corpses grabbed onto (Y/N)'s arma and she tried to fight back, but they were too many of them for her to stop.
(Y/N) was dragged back to the wooden post in the middle of the field with her hands being tied behind her back by the witches that surrounded her completely. All she could do was let out a grunt at the restrains and watch how Circe calmly walked back to her spot to get a clear view at her.
"You can't win, (Y/N)," Circe confessed. "Power isn't your problem, it's knowledge."
The faint and shimmering image of a two pointed blue crown formed itself in (Y/N)'s head, causing the witches to gasp at the sight and grab her by the shoulders.
Circe's breath caught at the sight of it, "Give me your power and I will give you the life you desire. And you and Peter, and your friends call all live together in peace. And you will never have to feel this pain again. I promise you."
"So it is written. . .So it is foretold."
(Y/N) grunted and raised her hands in the air to break free from the grip the witches had on her, an enormous cloud of blue mist throwing them all back to the ground with a thud.
(Y/N) dropped her hands and ran towards Circe to knock her out of the illusion that caused them both to fly off the rooftop and nearly hit the ground, but Circe lifted herself into the air and (Y/N) followed after her with her hands thrusted down her sides to follow after her, all while Ned and MJ changed their attention from the drones to her situation with every passing minute.
(Y/N) formed a sphere of energy in her hands. "Take it!" She threw it directly at Circe's chest and it caused her to falter but absorb the power nonetheless. "I don't want it."
"Come on, (Y/N)!" Circe challenged.
(Y/N) hurled another blast at Circe and flew after her through the cloudy skies, hitting her in the chest with different energy spheres and didn't loose her rhythm.
(Y/N) crossed her arms to direct another blast and grunted when she saw how her hands were numb and her face began to turn bony and grey like the color in her hands, but didn't dare to stop at the blasts that she threw in Circe's way.
"Come on, (Y/N)! Escape your fate!" Circe yelled out, and dodged the blue mist that was directed at her. "Release your burden!"
(Y/N) threw one last blast at Circe and she absorbed it with a grunt that quickly changed into a sick and twisted smile. "There's more. I want it all."
All energy was drained inside (Y/N)'s body but that didn't stop her from hurling different blasts with her eyes glowing blue, not stopping until a blue string linked them both together as the remains of her power got absorbed into Circe, who was laughing maniacally at this.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and (Y/N) floated in midair with a lowered head without having the strength of moving any further. Circe closed her palms and took all the power and formed it into a tiny sphere, staring at it with much admiration.
"About our deal. . ." she said. "Once cast, a spell can never be changed. You will always be broken, I cannot make that change."
Circe clapped her hands together and grunted when she extended her hands to hurl a blast at (Y/N), but the only thing that escaped through her fingertips were weak purple shimmers. The confusion was evident in her eyes as she tried to do it one more time, staring down at her hands in confusion as the floor shook down in the ground.
The color returned to (Y/N)'s face and her hands for back to their original state, loosing the bony and numbness feeling in them. She flicked her wrist in a weird motion to reveal the symbols written on the skyscrapers and buildings all around them, covering the space completely.
"Runes," Circe noticed with a hint of distaste.
"'In a given space, only the witch who cast them can use her magic'," (Y/N) recited before she mocked the same tone she had used with her. "Did you not know the fundamentals?"
"But I don't need you to tell me. . ." (Y/N) breathed out and the same two pointed crown formed on her forehead. "Who I am."
Circe's eyes widened in surprise and she shuddered at the thought. "No. No. No. No!"
(Y/N)'s eyes glowed blue and she raised her hands in the air to absorb all of her power back, draining it all from Circe's body as she yelled in pain and the blue string formed once again, transforming her completely as she extended her arms to the side.
The loose clothes that (Y/N) wore were gone and it was replaced by a high-neck and sleeveless azure blue leotard with black details all around it. Her hair was blown back in waves and the two pointed crown was resting in her forehead in the same color as the leotard. Blue, long gloves covered her arms and her hands were open as she accepted the power. The leotard flowed back into a cape that reached down to her ankles and now wore black tights with matching boots.
The leotard had a small design in the shape of a spider, in the middle of the chest area of the suit.
"Oh, God. You don't know what you've done," Circe gasped at the sight of her.
(Y/N) flicked her wrist and lowered herself and Circe down to the ground, dropping the latter with less care than she did for herself. The clouds all around her and the runes dissolved and (Y/N) didn't care less about the stares people were giving her.
Circe blew the hair out of her face. "Good girl. So, what now? You just gonna lock me up somewhere?"
"No. Not 'somewhere'," (Y/N) shook her head. "Here."
Circe looked around the city and scoffed. "Here? In London?"
"Mmm-hmm," (Y/N) nodded and shaped her lips in a thin line to concentrate, taking slow steps towards her. "I'll give you the role you chose. The nosy classmate."
"No. Please — "
"I'm sorry," (Y/N) pouted to act innocent but in reality, she was quite enjoying this.
Circe saw right through her. "No, you're not. You're cruel. You're the worst."
(Y/N) smiled and raised a palm but Circe moved out of her touch and scooted backward as she tried to touch her temple. "You. . .You have. . .You have no idea what you've unleashed. You're gonna need me."
"If I do, I know where to find you," (Y/N) looked down at her one last time before touching Circe's temple and ignoring her pleads, transforming her back into the regular person she'd met.
Circe was back into the same clothes she'd wore at the beginning of the trip, staring up at (Y/N) with a grin that was so bright it clearly looked fake. "Hiya, hon. Say, that's some kinda getup you're wearing. Did I leave the oven on, or is that just you, hot stuff?"
(Y/N) saw how the police from the city began approaching the scene and decided to hurry up. "You will stay here now. No one will ever bother you now."
"Okey dokey, artichokee," Circe smiled.
(Y/N) nodded and looked behind her shoulder one last time at the woman, "Hope to visit you soon, Cecilia."
(Y/N) turned on her heel and began to walk away, her nose scrunching when she broke into a smile when she saw how MJ and Ned were approaching at full speed towards her with Happy trailing behind, catching his breath.
"What was all that?" MJ asked first.
"Sick suit, by the way," Ned pointed out.
"I was fighting a witch," (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders casually. "And now I think I'm one myself."
"So, all of Mr. Dell's crazy talk about witches returning is real?" MJ frowned. "Because that sounds absolutely cool."
(Y/N) nodded. "I think it is. Now, can anyone tell me where Peter is? Have you found him?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Happy, who was the one who had driven him here after all. All he did was shake his head, but he stuck his hand in his pocket like he was searching for something.
"(Y/N), before I forget," he said, and took out a small circular box, which had the name of a store on the top. "Peter asked me to give you this."
(Y/N) accepted it in her hands, smiling at the thought of him giving her something and peaked to see what it was, a blush coming to her cheeks. "Thanks, I'm gonna find him now."
"Be careful!" Ned called after her when she thrusted her hands to the sides and lifted herself off the ground.
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PETER LIMPED AND groaned from all the injuries his body had suffered throughout the fight, holding onto his bleeding side and watching his step because of the shards of glass in the floor. He'd had a rough fight, and the first thing he wanted to do was to find (Y/N).
A soft thud caught his attention and he lifted his gaze to see how (Y/N)'s familiar form landed in the ground a few feet away, walking through the crashed cars as the blue cape blew back, running at full speed towards him.
All of Peter's worries washed away at the sight of her and he attempted in moving faster to meet her halfway. "(Y/N)."
(Y/N) crashed into Peter's arms and he melted under her touch, closing his eyes to appreciate the moment inside his head as he tried to regain his breath. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. Are you okay? You disappeared out of nowhere," he whispered into her shoulder. "I thought he'd done something to you."
"Hey, hey," (Y/N) rubbed his back to ease his nerves. "I'm all right. You're okay and that's all that matters to me."
"Is everybody else okay?" Peter questioned.
"Yeah, I made sure of that," (Y/N) didn't dare to move from his arms since it had been a while since she'd been inside his warm embrace.
"What happened?"
"It's too complicated. I saw the drones and I was worried that I left you all alone to deal with it," (Y/N) ranted and pulled away from his arms, taking a deep breath to control herself. "Where's Beck? Did you — "
"He's dead. He's not going to hurt us anymore," Peter reassured, his brown curls falling into his eyes.
"And here I thought you needed your partner in crime to save the world," (Y/N) joked to lighten the mood and Peter chuckled at her words. She then remembered the small metal box that Happy had handed to her and decided to ask him herself. "Anyway, when I met up with Happy, he. . .um, he gave me this."
(Y/N) grabbed the glass pendant that had the shape of a beautifully detailed Forget-Me-Not, one of the petals being broken off the rest and she held it in her hands with much care.
Peter saw the state of it and immediately felt embarrassed that his gift didn't work out. "No. No. Oh, (Y/N), I'm so sorry. I had this stupid plan — "
"Peter," (Y/N) tried to interrupt.
"And I wrote it all down, it's stupid because I didn't want to ruin our friendship, I was gonna buy you this and give it to you in Paris at the top — "
(Y/N) leaned forward to press a quick peck in Peter's lips, cutting his rant short and left him with wide eyes, a heavy red blush painting his blooded cheeks.
"And you kissed me," he mumbled. "What? What?"
(Y/N) took a deep breath and the thought of saying what had been in her mind for a long time scared her even more after the trip down memory lane. "I'm not that good at expressing my feelings, and I was too afraid to say anything because of my greatest fears. So, I lied and tried to resist, but I couldn't."
"That's great," Peter nodded and his eyes trailed down to the small detail of the spider in her new suit, pretending like he didn't notice it.
(Y/N) looked back at the pendant in her hands and the memory returned to her mind. "Forget-Me-Not, like the — "
"The flower I gave you when we first met," Peter finished to confirm her theory, though he was still ashamed of the state it was in. "Sorry it's broken."
"The intention is what matters most," (Y/N) commented, her hair being blown back by the air.
Peter took a deep breath. "I really like you."
"I really like you too," (Y/N) smiled with a nose scrunch, feeling her face growing hot all of the sudden.
Peter leaned forward to press his lips against hers and (Y/N) used one of her gloved arms to pull him closer to her, relaxing into each other's touch. Fireworks seemed to go off inside their heads, and (Y/N) could taste the metallic taste of blood when Peter's lips met hers.
When they pulled back for air, Peter was finally able to inspect her new suit. "You look really beautiful. It looks good on you."
"And you look very attractive in that suit, Parker," (Y/N) winked, reaching down to link his hand with hers. "Shall we get going, Spider-Man?"
"Lead the way, Blue Dame," Peter nodded and used his other hand to gesture towards the path they would be taking.
"Actually, I want to make a change," (Y/N) paused. "What do you think about the name, 'Azure Witch'?"