7. All the things she said

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╰┈➤Ranger swung to the front door, MJ deserved to hear it from her first, not the press. She rang the bell.

The door swung open, "Pete, your hom-" She paused seeing the girl in her spider suit. "Ranger? Wha- where's-"

"He, um.. something happened." Ranger couldn't look her in the eyes.

"Oh, um, come in."

The two sat down in the kitchen, Ranger taking, one, two, three deep breaths before breaking the news to MJ.

"He was killed." She said, the tears spilling out before she could stop them, "He was killed and I was there, MJ I am so, so sorry-"

MJ put her hand on the girl's, it was clear MJ was trying to be strong for the sake of the girl who was in hysterics.

"It's not your fault, Ange, okay?" MJ said, now crying herself, "He knew that being Spider-Man would be a sacrifice..."

"I'm so sor-"

"No, it's not your fault."

But it was. It was Ranger's fault and she knew it. She should've helped Peter, should've stopped Kingpin, should've got Miles out of there sooner. Should've, would've, could've... but didn't. It was solely and entirely her fault. Her fault. Her fault.

A knock at the door took the two out of their silence, still in her suit, Ranger hid to avoid detection. MJ opened the door, Officer Saldana. 

"Mary-Jane Parker?" He asked.

"Yes? This is she." MJ sniffled.

"We have some, uh, bad news to deliver unfortunately."

* ˚ ✦18:56 am

"We interrupt this broadcast for a
special report. Sad news tonight.
The hero known as Spider-Man has
died after injuries related to
another powerful earthquake in
Brooklyn."

"Multiple sources are confirming
that Peter Parker, a 26 year old
grad student and part time
photographer, operated as SpiderMan for at least a decade, saving
by some counts thousands of lives
around the world. With these tragic
seismic events on the rise, one can
only wonder, is there anyone who
can keep New York safe?"

"Peter Parker, Spider-Man, is dead.
He is survived by his wife MaryJane, is daughter Ranger Thompson
and his aunt, May Parker.Our hero Spider-Man is gone."


Ranger laid in her old room in MJ's house, listening to the news that was playing down stairs. She couldn't be there any longer, so she pulled herself together and her mask on, she webbed out of her window. Swinging through the city, all tv displays were showing the new's of the hero's death. Then, MJ's voice rang through the air.

"My husband Peter Parker was an
ordinary person. He always said it
could have been anyone behind the
mask. He was just the kid who
happened to get bit."

He wasn't just an ordinary person to Ranger, he was pretty much her father, her brother, and her best friend, he was everything to her.

"He didn't ask for his powers. But
he chose to be Spider-Man."

And he didn't ask for Ranger to be bitten, but still guided her through everything.

"My favorite thing about Peter is
that he made us each feel powerful.
We all have powers of one kind or
another. But in our own way, we are
all Spider-man."

Ranger felt the inside of her mask become wet with tears again. She should've been down there with MJ. Ranger and MJ may have lost a huge part of themselves, but Peter lost his life.

Night-Spider dropped into the crowd, next to a boy wearing a children's Spider-Man costume.

"They're counting on me."
"They're counting on me." The boy and the spider whispered in sync. 

Ranger looked over at him. Those honey brown eyes, even in the crowd, she could tell exactly who it was, Miles.

"Probably not you two specifically, I think it's a metaphor." A guy whispered over to us. 

The Night-Spider took Miles by the hand and dragged him out of the crowd. 

"Wha- Ranger?" 

"Shut up, you and I, we need to work on," She gestured to him, "this..."

"Sooo.. what first?" He asks, dragging out syllables.

"I don't know! Jump off a building or something?" 

"Okay!" And he ran up into a building.

"What! NO! MILES I WAS KIDDING!" She webbed to the top of the building and waited there for Miles. He ran up, slightly out of breath. 

"Okay, let's do it." 

Miles walks to the edge, looks down and then across to the neighboring roof, calculating the jump. He backs up. Cracks his neck. Waits there.





And then runs back down the stairs and outside the building. Rolling her eyes, Ranger follows suit, waiting at the bottom of the building for the new spider.

"I chickened out, sorry." Miles says, eyeing a shorter building, then turning to the Spider girl and winking before running into there and up yet another set of stairs. Once again, Ranger waits toward the top for him.

Miles backs up and cracks his neck again, before running forward, gaining speed and...








Tripping on his untied shoelaces and falling off the building.

He landed with a crack, at first Ranger thought it was a bone, and swung off the building to help him.

Nope, not a bone, the override key given to him by Spider-Man. It should've been a bone.


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