Chapter 411: Heist

Chapter 411: Heist

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Natasha Romanoff felt the weight of the past pressing down on her, unsure whether or not her sacrifice aided her friends in their fight against Thanos. 'I hope everything went as planned...'

She had managed to acquire a disguise, which was mainly a plain hoodie pulled up over her head, and made her way through the bustling streets of New York City, blending in with the crowds. The events of the past, her sacrifice on Vormir, felt distant and hazy, almost as if they belonged to another lifetime.

But here she was, displaced in time, with no explanation for how or why she had been transported to the future. She had hoped that her fellow Avengers would have some answers. As she approached the entrance of the Avengers Tower, she noticed the security guards eyeing her suspiciously.

"Hey, you there! Stop!" one of the guards called out, causing Natasha's heart to race. She knew she couldn't afford to draw attention to herself, not until she had some answers. "Take that hood off! And keep your hands where we can see them..."

Reluctantly, she complied, removing her hood and turning around slowly, her hands raised above her head.

The guards' expressions turned from suspicion to shock as they recognized the face before them. "Black Widow? But... you're supposed to be dead," one of them stammered.

Natasha gave a small, wry smile. "You know? That's not the first time I've heard that... Can you take me to the team? I need to speak with them."

Before the guards could respond, the doors to the Avengers Tower swung open, and a large and odd looking group came waltzing in. Tony Stark led the way, with May, Ned, MJ, Tom, Tobey, Andrew, and the villains in tow. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they caught sight of Natasha, who was surrounded by guards. The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.

"Natasha?" Tony's voice was filled with equal parts shock and joy as he approached her. "Is it really you?"

Natasha nodded, her eyes turning to the many onlookers around them. "Maybe we should talk somewhere more private..."

Tony's expression softened, and he gestured for her to follow them inside, the guards parting on his command. "We have a lot to catch up on. Let's go to my workshop."

As they walked through the familiar halls of the Avengers Tower, Natasha couldn't help but feel a sense of both nostalgia and displacement. Everything looked the same, yet different. The memories of the past clashed with the reality of the present, creating a jumble of emotions within her.

Looking over her shoulder, she squinted suspiciously as she laid eyes in the multiple Spider-Men and bound villains. 'What the hell is going on?'

Peter smiled, watching Lily's enthusiasm. Despite her advanced intelligence, she still possessed a childlike sense of wonder and excitement. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, Lily," he said, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Just remember to be careful. Some of the artifacts here are pretty powerful and dangerous."

Lily nodded eagerly, her eyes still wandering over the ancient relics and mystical texts. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll be careful. I'm more interested in learning about them than touching them."

As they made their way through the Sanctum, Lily couldn't help but feel her excitement grow. She had heard about this place countless times from her father, but being here in person was an entirely different experience. The air was heavy with magic, and the atmosphere carried a sense of ancient wisdom.

"Alright, Lily, how about a quick tour?" Peter said, guiding her through the grand halls of the Sanctum. He pointed out various artifacts and explained their significance, feeding Lily's thirst for knowledge. She soaked up every word, her eyes bright with curiosity.

As they toured the place, Peter didn't hold back his sticky fingers. He had a mission to accomplish, and time was of the essence. He scoured the Sanctum, searching for relics and books that could aid him in his plan. With each discovery, he carefully stored them away in his necklace, utilizing its pocket dimension.

As Peter collected the last item, a voice echoed through the Sanctum, cutting through the silence. "And where do you think you're going with that?"

Startled, Peter turned around to see Wong, the new Sorcerer Supreme, standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Venom tensed on Peter's shoulder, a low growl rumbling from deep within its form. Lily took a step back, sensing the tension in the air.

"Wong..." Peter greeted, his voice tinged with a brief moment of surprise. "I... uh, didn't expect to run into you."

Wong's gaze flickered between Peter, Venom, and Lily, his expression stern and disapproving. "That much is evident," he replied, his tone laced with authority. "But what I'm more interested in is whether you plan on returning what you've stolen or not."

Peter's mind raced, weighing his options. He knew that trying to explain himself would be futile. After all, he had taken dangerous artifacts and forbidden texts without permission, not to mention the fact that Strange was still imprisoned in the basement. Wong was unlikely to trust his intentions or agree to his current plan.

Taking a deep breath, Peter met Wong's gaze, his voice calm but resolute. "I can't return them just yet," he said, his words filled with sincerity. "But I promise you, they won't be used for anything nefarious..."

Wong's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing further. "Words alone are not enough. You have taken things that are not meant for mortal hands. The consequences could be catastrophic."

Venom's tendrils twitched with restlessness, sensing the tension in the air. Lily moved closer to Peter, ready to fight alongside her father. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, the silence heavy with the impending clash.

"I understand your concerns," Peter said, his voice steady. "But I can't stand by and let everything fall apart. Lives are at stake."

Wong's face remained unmoved, his gaze piercing through Peter. The air around them seemed to grow heavier, charged with magical energy. It was clear that Wong was not going to back down easily.

A/N: 1600 words :)

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