Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
Hello everyone! It has been a WHILE since I posted a story, yet here we are again, me trying to fix everything in the MCU. As I'm sure you've guessed, this is a NWH fix-it. Though be forewarned, I did not bring back Tony or May in this (as much as a sucker as I am for them, I adore them and Peter with everything in me, but I was aiming for a more realistic and accurate depiction of this situation. As realistic as you can get with superhero individuals and memory wiping spells, of course). Regardless, Peter will get his happy ending with Ned, MJ, Happy, and Stephen, though I do have a little twist in there that I hope you guys will like? Or at least will be interested by it? I haven't seen it as a concept yet.
Anyways, enough of my rambling, but I'm excited to finally share this with you guys! I've been working on it for a while, now- and to avoid the issue with Endgame 2.0 where I would just randomly post on no schedule whenever I got around to writing the chapters, I've pre-written almost this entire book (which is why it's taken me so long to post anything). So far it has 6 chapters and I've written 5 of them- I may have to add in an additional chapter if any extra ideas hit me or something, but in the meantime I have at least 4 chapters to give you guys and I'll be working on the other chapter tomorrow (or today, I guess, given that it's 4 AM). I'll probably post once a week, but depending on how excited I get to share the chapters with you guys, it may be twice a week. Depends on my writing speed for this next chapter. But anyways, enjoy!
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"It's been a few weeks since the fiasco on the Statue of Liberty, and Spider-Man's cultists continue to contend that the vile vigilante is a hero. But if he were a hero, he'd unmask himself and tell us who he really is. Because only a coward conceals his identity. Only a coward hides his true intentions. Rest assured, ladies and gentlemen, that this reporter will uncover those-"
MJ sighed in annoyance as she clicked the power button on the TV in the coffee shop. She'd been listening to Jameson rant about Spider-Man for the last 10 minutes and her patience was at an all time low. Blissful silence filled the shop as she braced her hands on the cool countertop and pitched her head forward, hanging it low. It had been a quiet Sunday afternoon, so she had very little to do, but something had been bothering her for the last few days. She got irritated when she couldn't figure things out, and Jameson's inane chatter certainly hadn't been helping.  With the TV off, she was finally able to treat herself to a few seconds of peace and quie-
Ding!
The doorbell rang, cutting off her train of thought. Ugh. So much for peace and quiet. She forced herself to stand up and flash a smile at the newcomer- a boy with a mop of brown curly hair, probably around her age, holding a crumpled piece of paper and staring at her like he'd seen a ghost. She avoided his gaze, grabbing a rag and pretending to clean the counters- normally people took a few minutes to figure out what to order anyways, and she didn't want to just stand there and stare right back at him. 
"Hi. Can I help you?" she asked pointedly after a few seconds of him staring at her.
He started, almost as if surprised that she had spoken to him. "Hi. Um..." he paused for a brief second. "My name is Peter Parker." he said, haltingly, all at once. It was kind of funny, actually, how his words tumbled over each other. "And I..." he hesitated, again, and she was left staring at him. This whole interaction was quite strange, but he seemed to be battling with something big internally, and she didn't feel like pushing him. Maybe he had social anxiety, who knows. Wasn't up to her to judge. "I.... would like a coffee. Please." He said after a great deal of deliberation. 
Her eyebrow quirked up. All that buildup for just a coffee? It was kind of anticlimactic, if she was being honest. She shrugged it off. "Okay, no problem, Peter Parker." she said easily, with a tiny smile, hoping that her joking tone would help ease his nerves a bit. It didn't seem to work- if anything, he just looked more sad.