There are a lot of things I have learned in the past two weeks that I have been back

One. Barry Allen, along with all of his friends and family, did not blip. So that means he is 21, a high school graduate. He works at CCPD now as a forensic scientist.

Two. In the 5 years I have been missing, the powers I have were suppressed more than they were when I took the pills my dad gave me. And he had made a life's supply of them in the case I didn't want to use my powers. I'm happy he did, because I definitely don't want them.

Three. The people you think who are your friends...

Aren't.

I looked at my phone, repeatedly reading the same line over. And over. And over again while on the phone with a frantic Peter.

["I mean. It's a joke right? There is no possible way someone could have figured out Tony has a daughter. I'm the only one outside of the Avengers that knows.... Right?"] Peter said, his voice cracking with worry.

"N-no... Landon must have said something because I have been ignoring him since my dad died. God he always got so god damn jealous and.. and now..." my voice too started to crack as I began to cry, the feeling that my life-long friend had betrayed me shattering my heart.

"I can't believe he would do this to me... He knows what just happened.. he KNOWS my dad just died not even two weeks ago and now he thinks that it's the time to tell the world he had a daughter?! WHAT THE HELL?!" I chucked my phone at my chair, rubbing my face as I started to cry.

There was silence, then a woosh, and for 10 minutes I thought Peter had hung up until I heard the call end, followed by a knock on my window.

I looked between my fingers to see Peter hanging from a web as the window opened. He climbed in, walking over to my bed and sitting down as it closed.

"First time you're ever here is to comfort me after the worst week of my life..." I said, faking a chuckle. "Wish it was for something better." I mumbled as Peter brought me into a side hug. I rested my head on his shoulder as we sat in silence for a moment.

I frowned, standing up and walking to my closet. "Megan what are you doing?" Peter asked as I tapped a button, a small cupboard opening to reveal my old iron suit bracelets in it.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of Landon." I said, slapping the bracelets on with somewhat of violence.

"What?! You can't do that!"

"And why not, Peter?! He just ruined my life AGAIN in the matter of a week. He always threatened to tel people who I really was and I don't even know why I became friends with him in the first place! I-I... He did... terrible things to me that make me question why I'm even here sometimes and it's about time I return the god damn favor." I slammed the cupboard as Peter stared at me, his mind most likely trying to process what I meant before his fists closed tightly in anger.

"No. You are staying here. He wants you to come after him, right? So you text him, tell him to meet somewhere when in it's dark, and I- Spiderman, will be there." I looked between Peter's eyes, a sense of worry washing over me as I saw nothing but pure anger.

"Peter... This one is mine. I can handle Landon." I said as he shook his head while I nodded, tapping my bracelets. Peter watched as my suit consumed me and my window opened.

"I have to do this." I fell out of the window, blasting to the park as I knew it was around time Landon was there.

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I landed behind my 'friend' who whipped around with a small look of betrayal and happiness on his face.

"You!" I yelled, pointing at him as I walked up. "You foil loathing evil little cockroach!" My metal fist disappeared to a normal one as I punched Landon square across the jaw, causing him to stumble back.

"I did what had to be done!" Landon said, holding his jaw. "People were going to find out sooner or later that Tony Stark had a disappointment of a daughter!" He continued as I felt my body heat up in anger.

"I can't believe I told you the biggest secret of my life! I TRUSTED YOU!" I said as I zapped at Landon, barely missing him as he stumbled back. "YOU WERE MY FRIEND." I yelled again, missing once more as I continued to every time I yelled.

"YOU BETRAYED ME."

"YOU HURT ME."

"YOU MADE ME FEEL USELESS." On the last one, I didn't bother to care about my identity as no one was around. My suit, save for the blaster, went back into the bracelets as I stared onto Landon's pleading eyes.

He gasped, staring back in horror as I removed my blaster, my hand glowing as I constructed a ball of energy in my hand.

"You killed me on the inside. Why don't I kill you on the outside?" He shook his head as I yelled in anger, throwing my hand back.

Before I could chuck the back forward, a string of webs wrapped around my wrist, the ball dissolving as I turned around to see Spider-Man trying to stop me from killing someone I still cared about.

"I told you. I can handle this myself!" I yelled, grabbing the web as it melted in my palm, making my way to Spider-Man.

"Look at you, Megan! You were about to kill your friend!" I stopped stalking towards him as I turned around, staring at a fearful Landon.

I looked away from both of the boys as I gasped, my nose tingling as I started to cry from the anger and hatred I felt for myself.

I backed up for a moment, tripping over nothing as I landed on my butt, crying silently as I covered my face.

"What have I done to myself..." I whispered as I felt a hand on my back. I looked up to see Spider-Man sit down next to me, cross legged.

"It will be okay, Megan." He said, rubbing my back. I looked over to see Landon walking over.

"I forgive you for nearly killing me." He said as he attempted to manipulate with my mind. I glared at him.

"I don't forgive you for what you did to me 7 years ago." I blasted him away, but not hard enough to kill him as he hit a pole, knocking out.

"I just want to go home..." I said quietly as Spider-Man nodded, helping me up as I began to calm down.

We climbed up to his apartment roof, dangling our feet over the edge. I rested my head on his shoulder as tears fell silently, Peter had changed to normal clothes.

"Why did I tell him after what he did to me..."  I mumbled as Peter looked at me with a frown.

"What... exactly did he do?" I lifted my head from his shoulder, looking between his eyes as I sighed, lifting up my shirt to just above my belly button to reveal a small stab wound.

Peter's fists clenched for a moment. "He was angry at me for reasons I don't even remember. He wanted to take it out on me... and stabbed me once in the stomach... no one but Natasha knew... I-" I went silent for a moment as I wiped away a tear.

"I have less than a 20% chance of having kids because of it..." Hearing myself say it shattered my heart. I had never wanted to admit that I was now unable to have kids because of something a friend did to me. Peter looked at me with somber eyes, and it had looked like his own heart had shattered for me as well.

"Megan... I'm so sorry." He pulled me onto a hug as I rested my chin on his shoulder, inhaling a shaky breath.

"That's what happens... right? You make one mistake that could tear you apart... and you have to live with it." I said as we broke apart.

"I don't even have words to express how angry I am, how broken I feel, how betrayed I have been... but just know..." I said as I looked between his eyes.

"I am so happy that you have stayed with me for this long." I said with a warming smile as Peter smiled back.

[3rd Person POV]

And they say there in silence, waiting for the next moment to happen when Peter would have to go out and save the day.

And be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

But Peter's mind had been racing. If he had been there for Megan that day she was stabbed, maybe he could have told her not to tell Landon.

And then her life wouldn't be in more danger than it already is.

Because one thing was now certain.

Peter Parker could not live without Megan Stark.

He could not live without her.