After taking a deep breath to calm himself, Tony looked at Wanda and Pietro with sincerity in his eyes.
"I made mistakes," he admitted. "But I'm doing my best to make up for them. Give me a chance… okay?"
Wanda closed her eyes briefly, letting out a slow exhale as the red glow in her pupils faded. When she opened them again, her lips curled slightly.
"Yeah… okay, Mr. Savior," she teased.
Tony let out a relieved sigh at her remark. The fact that Wanda could joke with him—even if sarcastically—meant that her hostility toward him was gradually melting away.
The twins had already been reflecting on their emotions for some time. Watching different versions of Spider-Man in their respective universes, each bearing their own burdens yet choosing to push forward, had deeply moved them.
Seeing how those Spider-Men shouldered responsibility despite their suffering, Wanda and Pietro had come to a realization: their powers were not meant for revenge, but for protecting those who needed them.
Even if their abilities were still weak now, they had the potential to grow stronger.
With that understanding, their resentment toward Tony Stark had slowly faded. If possible, they wanted to join the Avengers and use their strength for the greater good.
Pietro, however, couldn't help but wonder about something.
Although the future broadcasts had shown Wanda's immense power, he himself had never appeared in those crucial events. Yet, he refused to believe he was just an ordinary person. Something inside him told him that he, too, had an important role to play, even if he hadn't seen it yet.
Captain America studied the twins thoughtfully before speaking.
"It's not safe for you to stay here," Steve said. "You should come with us."
Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances. After a moment of silent agreement, they nodded.
Seeing things resolve so smoothly, the tension in the room lifted.
Clint Barton stepped forward with a friendly smile. "Hey, Wanda."
Wanda tilted her head slightly, looking at him with interest. In the visions of the future, her older self had trusted Barton enough to leave Stark's custody with him. Because of that, she already had a good impression of him.
"Hello, Clint," she greeted back, her tone light but warm.
Barton chuckled. "Guess we're already friends in a way."
Before Wanda could respond, another voice chimed in.
"Ah, my name's Banner," Bruce introduced himself to Pietro. "I wasn't around during the Civil War in Sky Screen, but I'm guessing it's because… well, my big guy isn't exactly the easiest to control."
"Big guy?" Pietro raised an eyebrow.
"The Hulk," Banner clarified with a small smile. "You've heard of him, right? Big green rage monster?"
Wanda and Pietro both widened their eyes slightly in recognition. They had, of course, heard of the Hulk—but they hadn't realized that the man standing before them was him.
Realizing that their reaction might seem rude, Wanda quickly spoke up.
"Sorry," she said. "We didn't mean to—"
Banner waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I get that look all the time," he said with a chuckle. "Just hoping I can figure out how to control him before another war breaks out."
Before the conversation could continue, Rhodey, who had been keeping watch near the window, spoke up.
"We should get moving," he said. "A lot of people are noticing the Quinjet. The longer we stay, the more trouble we might attract."
Tony and the others nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, another team had successfully located Scott Lang before Tony's group arrived.
The moment they met, Scott opened his mouth to introduce himself—only to be cut off by Natasha Romanoff.
"No need," she said. "We've already done our research on you. And as for us… I'm pretty sure Sky Screen's done plenty of introductions, don't you think?"
Scott blinked before shrugging. "Yeah, okay. That saves me the trouble."
Coulson, standing nearby, observed Scott with amusement. The man was almost as talkative as Spider-Man. During their trip back, Scott had bombarded Coulson with endless questions.
Only Coulson had the patience to answer some of them.
Back at S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury finally met Wanda, Pietro, and Scott in person. The three expressed interest in joining the Avengers. However, Fury remained cautious.
"This isn't a decision I can make on my own," Fury told them. "You'll be evaluated first. We don't just let anyone in."
Given their current state, the twins and Scott were still, for all intents and purposes, ordinary people. They had potential, but they weren't quite Avengers material yet. At best, they would be considered reserves.
Just as their conversation was wrapping up, a familiar voice suddenly echoed across the Sky Screen.
["It was never an accident that Peter Parker became Spider-Man. It was inevitable! There are no coincidences in fate's choices. No super spider? It doesn't matter. Any spider will do! As long as there is a vessel, the rest is inconsequential!"]
["Just as in the universe of the Third Generation Spider-Man, where there was no Osborn Industries and no genetically enhanced spider, yet he was still destined to become Spider-Man. It is a fate as certain as Tony Stark becoming Iron Man."]
["Across the infinite multiverse, every Peter Parker shares one thing in common—tragedy. Before they gain their powers, they are bullied nobodies. After they gain their powers, they all suffer the loss of the people they love the most."]
["The first-generation Peter Parker was no different. He, too, was once a bullied high school student. Today, let's take a look back at his past—how he was tormented and how he eventually became Spider-Man…"]
A horrified cry echoed in the Sky Screen.
"Oh, NO! Please, don't do this!!!"
First-Gen Spider-Man shouted toward the sky, his face twisted in despair.
Nearby, the first Gwen Stacy watched him curiously.
Her gaze flickered back to the Sky Screen with growing interest. Just what kind of suffering had this Peter Parker endured in high school to make him react like this?
Otto Octavius stared at the screen, stunned for a moment—before bursting into laughter.
"Hah! So it's finally being revealed!" Otto exclaimed, still chuckling. "I remember when I asked him about it, and he insisted it wasn't that bad!"
Gwen, unable to hold back her own amusement, covered her mouth as she giggled.
Across the room, however, one man was significantly less amused.
The first gen Flash Thompson sat stiffly, his expression darkening.
He knew what was about to be shown. His days of bullying Peter Parker in school were about to be exposed for everyone to see. Even though he had moved past those days, the thought of the entire multiverse watching made him uncomfortable.
And then, the narration resumed.
[The familiar voice of the first Peter Parker rang out: "Who am I? Do you really want to know? Only cowards should turn away from my story!"]
["If anyone tells you this is a happy little tale, that I was just an ordinary, carefree guy... they're lying."]
["But I assure you—this story, like any great one, begins with a girl. That's her. The girl next door. Mary Jane Watson."]
On the Sky Screen, a young Mary Jane Watson appeared.
She was on a school bus, laughing and chatting with her classmates.
She looked so happy, so carefree.
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