Note: 1 Chapter per two or three days and 1 extra chapter per 50 power stones.
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The question remained in Peter’s mind for the rest of the day.
Am I ready?
Again and again, the same words echoed within his thoughts.
Am I ready?
No matter what he did, the question refused to disappear.
While watching the news, he thought about it.
While eating dinner, he thought about it.
Even while staring at the ceiling of his room, the question continued repeating itself.
Am I ready?
Peter understood that stopping the asteroid wasn’t the difficult part.
His calculations had already confirmed that.
His powers were more than sufficient.
The real challenge was everything that would happen afterward.
The world would know.
There would be no hiding.
No pretending to be normal.
No returning to the quiet life he currently enjoyed.
For the first time, Peter truly understood the weight of becoming a hero.
Not a local hero.
Not a neighborhood hero.
A global hero.
The person who saved Earth itself.
The responsibility was enormous.
The pressure was overwhelming.
Yet despite all his intelligence, despite possessing a mind capable of solving problems far beyond ordinary people, he couldn’t find an answer.
Because this wasn’t a question of logic.
It was a question of the heart.
Later that afternoon, Peter found himself sitting with Gwen, Mary Jane, and Felicia.
The four had gathered at a nearby park.
Normally, Peter would be actively participating in their conversation.
Today, however, he seemed distracted.
His gaze often drifted toward the horizon.
His responses were slower than usual.
Several times, he became lost in thought.
Eventually, Gwen noticed.
She had known Peter long enough to recognize when something was bothering him.
“Peter?”
Peter blinked.
“Hm?”
Gwen tilted her head.
“You’ve been awfully quiet today.”
Mary Jane nodded.
“She’s right.”
Felicia crossed her arms.
“You’ve been staring into space for almost ten minutes.”
Peter smiled awkwardly.
“Have I?”
“Yes,” all three girls replied simultaneously.
Peter couldn’t help laughing.
Gwen’s expression softened.
“What’s wrong?”
Peter remained silent.
For a few moments, he simply stared at the ground.
Then Gwen spoke again.
“Is it because of the asteroid?”
Peter looked up.
After several seconds, he slowly nodded.
“A little.”
The girls exchanged glances.
That answer wasn’t entirely surprising.
After all, the entire world was worried about the asteroid.
However, they could tell there was something more.
Something deeper.
Peter remained quiet for a moment before speaking.
“Can I ask all of you something?”
The three girls immediately nodded.
“Of course.”
“Anything.”
“Go ahead.”
Peter took a deep breath.
Then he asked the question that had been haunting him all day.
“How do you know when you’re ready for something?”
The girls blinked.
Peter continued.
“How do you know you’re ready to take the next step?”
“Or make a decision that changes everything?”
For a few moments, silence filled the air.
Then Mary Jane smiled.
Felicia laughed softly.
Even Gwen couldn’t help smiling.
Peter raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“We should have expected that,” Mary Jane said.
“What?”
“Only you would spend an entire day thinking about something like that.”
Peter looked offended.
“That’s a perfectly reasonable question.”
“It is,” Gwen admitted.
“But it’s also a very Peter Parker question.”
Felicia nodded.
“Definitely.”
Peter sighed.
“You’re not helping.”
The girls laughed.
The atmosphere became lighter.
Then Gwen’s expression gradually became serious.
She looked directly into Peter’s eyes.
“Honestly?”
Peter nodded.
“Honestly.”
Gwen thought for a moment.
Then she answered.
“I don’t think anyone is ever completely ready.”
Peter blinked.
“What?”
Gwen shrugged.
“When my dad became a police captain, he wasn’t completely ready.”
“When students start college, they aren’t completely ready.”
“When people get married, they aren’t completely ready.”
“When people become parents, they definitely aren’t completely ready.”
Mary Jane nodded.
“She’s right.”
Felicia leaned back against the bench.
“If everyone waited until they felt one hundred percent ready, nobody would ever do anything.”
Peter remained silent.
The girls continued.
Mary Jane smiled.
“Sometimes you just have to trust yourself.”
Felicia nodded.
“And take the first step.”
Gwen looked at him.
“Because if you’re waiting for some magical moment where all your doubts disappear…”
She shook her head.
“That moment probably isn’t coming.”
Peter thought about her words.
Surprisingly, they made sense.
Mary Jane leaned forward slightly.
“Peter.”
He looked toward her.
“When was the last time you intentionally hurt someone?”
Peter immediately answered.
“Never.”
Mary Jane nodded.
“When was the last time you ignored someone who needed help?”
Peter thought for a moment.
“I don’t know.”
“Exactly.”
A warm smile appeared on her face.
“Because that’s who you are.”
Felicia smirked.
“You’re probably the nicest person any of us know.”
“Agreed,” Gwen said.
Peter looked embarrassed.
“Come on.”
“Nope,” Felicia replied.
“We’re serious.”
Gwen nodded.
“You’re smart.”
Mary Jane continued.
“Kind.”
Felicia added.
“Ridiculously handsome.”
Peter immediately groaned.
“Felicia.”
“What?
I’m being honest.”
The girls laughed.
Even Peter couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
Then Gwen spoke once more.
Her voice was calm and sincere.
“Peter.”
The smile slowly disappeared from her face.
“If you’re asking whether you’re ready to do the right thing…”
She gently tapped his shoulder.
“I think you’ve been ready for a long time.”
Peter froze.
Those words sounded strangely familiar.
Almost identical to what Aunt May had told him earlier.
For several moments, nobody spoke.
A gentle breeze passed through the park.
Peter looked toward the sky.
Toward the distant horizon.
Toward the invisible asteroid racing toward Earth.
Then he smiled.
But a genuine one.
For the first time all day, the pressure in his chest felt lighter.
Perhaps there wasn’t some secret answer.
Perhaps there wasn’t some magical sign.
Maybe being ready simply meant having the courage to act despite being afraid.
Peter slowly stood up.
The girls looked at him curiously.
“Feeling better?” Mary Jane asked.
Peter nodded.
“Yeah.”
For the first time that day, his eyes looked clear.
Focused.
Determined.
Deep within his heart, the answer he had been searching for was finally beginning to take shape.
And although none of them realized it, the fate of the entire world would soon depend on the decision Peter Parker was about to make.
The conversation with Gwen, Mary Jane, and Felicia helped Peter more than he expected.
The question that had been tormenting him for the entire day hadn’t completely disappeared, but it no longer felt as overwhelming as before.
His friends hadn’t given him a direct answer.
Instead, they had helped him realize something important.
No one was ever completely ready.
At some point, everyone simply had to take the first step.
As the sun continued setting, Peter walked home with a calmer mind.
Soon, he reached his house.
After saying goodbye to Gwen, Mary Jane, and Felicia, he entered through the front door.
The familiar smell of home immediately greeted him.
A pleasant aroma drifted from the kitchen.
Peter’s enhanced senses instantly identified the dishes being prepared.
A small smile appeared on his face.
Dinner.
Walking farther inside, he found Aunt May standing in the kitchen.
She was putting the finishing touches on the meal.
The moment she noticed him, a warm smile appeared on her face.
“Good, you’re back.”
Peter nodded.
“Yeah.”
Aunt May placed a bowl onto the counter before looking toward him.
“Dinner is ready.”
Then she pointed toward the dining table.
“Go sit down.
I’ll serve everything.”
However, Peter immediately shook his head.
“No, Aunt May.”
Aunt May raised an eyebrow.
“No?”
Peter smiled.
“I’ll help.”
Without waiting for a response, Peter walked into the kitchen.
Aunt May opened her mouth as if she wanted to argue.
After all, she had already finished most of the work.
However, the moment she saw the determined look in Peter’s eyes, she simply smiled and shook her head.
“Sometimes you can be stubborn.”
Peter laughed.
“I learned from the best.”
Aunt May immediately pointed a spoon at him.
“Watch it, mister.”
The two shared a laugh.
Soon, they worked together to prepare the table.
Peter carried the plates.
Aunt May brought over the food.
Glasses were filled.
Utensils were arranged.
Within a few minutes, everything was ready.
The dining table looked inviting.
The meal itself was simple but comforting.
Exactly the kind of food that made a house feel like a home.
Peter and Aunt May took their seats and began eating.
For several minutes, neither of them spoke.
The atmosphere wasn’t awkward.
Instead, it was peaceful.
Comfortable.
A rare moment of normalcy during a time when the entire world seemed to be falling apart.
Eventually, Aunt May glanced toward Peter.
She had been quietly observing him throughout the meal.
Over the past several days, she had noticed how distracted he had become.
The approaching asteroid weighed heavily on his mind.
Peter had spent countless hours thinking, calculating, and worrying.
As a result, he often seemed distant.
Lost in thought.
But today was different.
His expression looked calmer.
Lighter.
For the first time in days, there was a genuine spark in his eyes.
Aunt May smiled softly.
“It’s good to see you looking better.”
Peter glanced up.
“Hm?”
“You’ve been thinking too much lately.”
Peter scratched the back of his head.
“Was it that obvious?”
Aunt May laughed.
“Peter, I’ve known you for years.”
She pointed her fork toward him.
“You get a certain look whenever you’re overthinking.”
Peter couldn’t help smiling.
“Guess I wasn’t hiding it very well.”
“Not even a little.”
The two laughed quietly.
Aunt May’s expression softened.
To be honest, she had been worried.
The asteroid threatened the entire planet.
Most people were afraid.
But Peter carried a different burden.
A burden she understood better than anyone.
He wanted to help.
He wanted to save people.
That was simply who he was.
Sometimes, however, carrying the weight of responsibility could be exhausting.
Seeing him smile again eased some of her concerns.
She breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
“I’m glad.”
Peter looked at her curiously.
“Glad about what?”
Aunt May smiled.
“That you’re smiling again.”
Peter paused.
For a brief moment, he simply looked at her.
Then he smiled warmly.
A genuine smile.
“Thanks, Aunt May.”
The sincerity in his voice made Aunt May’s heart warm.
She reached across the table and gently patted his hand.
“You don’t have to carry everything by yourself, Peter.”
Peter looked down at his plate.
Her words struck deeper than she realized.
After a few moments, he nodded.
“I know.”
The conversation ended there.
Neither of them felt the need to say anything else.
Some things didn’t require words.
The two continued eating dinner together.
Outside, night slowly descended upon the city.
People across the world remained fearful.
Governments continued searching for answers.
Scientists continued working around the clock.
And high above Earth, the gigantic asteroid continued its approach.
Relentless.
Unstoppable.
Only a few days remained before impact.
Yet inside the Parker household, there was peace.
A brief moment of calm before the coming storm.
And as Peter sat there with Aunt May, enjoying a simple meal together, he found himself thinking about the question one final time.
Am I ready?
This time, however, the answer no longer felt so distant.
Slowly, Peter looked toward the night sky visible through the nearby window.
A quiet determination appeared in his eyes.
Maybe he wasn’t completely ready.
Maybe no one ever was.
But when the moment came…
He would act.
No matter the cost.
While Peter and Aunt May were peacefully eating dinner together, discussing various topics and enjoying one of the few moments of normalcy left in their lives, events were unfolding elsewhere.
Far away from the Parker residence, hidden within the sprawling grounds of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, another important conversation was about to take place.
Inside his office, Professor Charles Xavier sat behind his desk.
Several documents were spread before him.
Although schools around the world had been closed due to the approaching asteroid, the headmaster of the Xavier Institute still had countless responsibilities to handle.
Mutants from across the country had begun contacting the Institute, seeking answers, guidance, and reassurance.
Unfortunately, Charles possessed very few answers himself.
Even with Cerebro, even with some of the most brilliant minds on Earth available to him, the approaching asteroid remained a threat unlike anything humanity had ever faced.
As he reviewed another report, a knock echoed through the room.
Knock.
Knock.
Without looking up from the paperwork, Charles calmly spoke.
“Come in.”
The office door slowly opened.
A tall man dressed in black tactical clothing entered the room.
He carried himself with the confidence of someone accustomed to giving orders.
His expression remained serious.
The man was bald and possessed a commanding presence that few people could ignore.
This man was none other than Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Charles immediately recognized him.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
“Director Fury.”
Only then did Charles place the documents aside and look toward his visitor.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?”
Nick Fury closed the door behind him.
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Charles raised an eyebrow.
“Straight to the point as always.”
Fury walked toward the desk before taking a seat opposite him.
Normally, he would have responded with some sarcastic remark.
Today, however, he wasn’t in the mood.
The situation was simply too serious.
For a few moments, silence filled the room.
Finally, Charles spoke.
“The asteroid?”
Fury nodded.
“The asteroid.”
Neither man needed to elaborate further.
Everyone on Earth knew what those words meant.
Charles leaned back slightly in his chair.
“I assume S.H.I.E.L.D.
has already explored every conventional option.”
Fury let out a frustrated breath.
“More than you can imagine.”
He activated a small holographic projector and placed it on the desk.
Immediately, a three-dimensional image of the asteroid appeared between them.
Even after seeing it countless times, the size remained difficult to comprehend.
Charles studied the projection.
The asteroid looked like a small moon moving through space.
Its scale was terrifying.
Fury pointed toward the hologram.
“Every military expert.”
“Every aerospace engineer.”
“Every weapons specialist.”
“Every scientist.”
“We’ve consulted all of them.”
His expression darkened.
“And every answer is the same.”
Charles already knew what he was about to say.
“There is no solution.”
Fury nodded.
“There is no solution.”
The room became quiet.
The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
rubbed his forehead.
“The strongest nuclear weapons humanity has ever created aren’t enough.”
“If we somehow destroy the asteroid, the debris field would still wipe out civilization.”
He enlarged several simulations.
Each one ended the same way.
Earth devastated.
Humanity gone.
Charles observed the projections silently.
Eventually, he sighed.
“Hank informed me of the situation several days ago.”
Hank McCoy, better known as Beast, was among the world’s leading scientific minds.
If even Hank couldn’t find an answer, the situation was truly dire.
Fury crossed his arms.
“That’s why I’m here.”
Charles looked at him.
Fury met his gaze directly.
“We need to work together.”
The statement wasn’t entirely unexpected.
Still, Charles remained silent.
Allowing Fury to continue.
The S.H.I.E.L.D.
Director leaned forward slightly.
“I know you have powerful mutants here.”
Charles didn’t deny it.
Some members of the Institute possessed abilities capable of altering battlefields.
Others could influence weather patterns.
Some could manipulate matter itself.
Yet even then, the asteroid remained a nearly impossible challenge.
Fury continued.
“I need your help.”
“My help?” Charles asked.
“Your help.”
Fury paused.
“And the help of every mutant willing to fight for this planet.”
The words hung heavily in the air.
Charles folded his hands together.
“And what exactly do you expect us to do?”
For the first time, Fury hesitated.
That alone told Charles how desperate the situation had become.
Because Nick Fury was not a man who hesitated often.
Finally, Fury spoke.
“Honestly?”
Charles nodded.
“We’re out of ideas.”
The admission surprised even him.
For decades, S.H.I.E.L.D.
had prepared for every conceivable threat.
Alien invasions.
Supervillains.
Terrorist organizations.
Interdimensional crises.
Yet none of those preparations mattered now.
Because this enemy couldn’t be negotiated with.
Couldn’t be imprisoned.
Couldn’t be reasoned with.
It was simply a giant rock hurtling through space.
And humanity had no answer.
Fury looked directly at Charles.
“So I’m asking.”
“Do you know anyone?”
“Any mutant.”
“Any ability.”
“Anything at all that could stop that thing?”
Charles remained silent.
He thought about every mutant he knew.
Storm.
Jean Grey.
Cyclops.
Iceman.
Colossus.
Magneto.
Even Omega-level mutants.
Yet none of them inspired complete confidence against something this large.
After nearly a minute, Charles slowly shook his head.
“No.”
Fury’s shoulders visibly tightened.
The answer wasn’t unexpected.
But hearing it still hurt.
Then Charles added something surprising.
“At least, no one that I know of.”
Fury narrowed his eye.
“What does that mean?”
Charles looked toward the window.
For some reason, he felt unusually calm.
Almost as if events were moving toward something inevitable.
“I don’t know.”
The answer irritated Fury immediately.
“You don’t know?”
Charles smiled faintly.
“It’s difficult to explain.”
His telepathic abilities allowed him to sense many things.
Not specific futures.
Not exact outcomes.
But sometimes he could feel certain possibilities.
And lately…
There was a strange feeling lingering at the edge of his mind.
Hope.
A possibility.
A future he couldn’t quite see clearly.
Charles looked toward the evening sky.
“Call it intuition.”
Fury raised an eyebrow.
“I hate intuition.”
Charles chuckled softly.
“I know.”
For a few moments, neither man spoke.
Then Fury stood up.
“If you think of anything, contact me immediately.”
“You’ll be the first person I call.”
Fury nodded.
Then he turned toward the door.
Before leaving, however, he paused.
“Charles.”
“Yes?”
“If we don’t find a solution…”
His voice became noticeably quieter.
“This may be our last conversation.”
Charles remained silent for several seconds.
Then he smiled gently.
“No.”
Fury looked back.
For the first time since entering the room, Charles appeared completely confident.
“I don’t think it will be.”
Fury studied him for a moment.
Then he shook his head.
“You’re either the most optimistic man on Earth…”
He opened the door.
“…or the craziest.”
Charles laughed softly.
“Perhaps both.”
A rare smirk appeared on Fury’s face before he finally left.
Once the door closed, Charles turned his gaze toward the darkening sky outside.
Far beyond the atmosphere, the giant asteroid continued its relentless approach.
Yet despite the approaching apocalypse, Charles Xavier felt strangely calm.
Because deep within his heart, he had a feeling.
Somewhere on Earth…
Someone was preparing to act.
AND THIS FANFIC IS DERIVED FROM BOTH SPIDERMAN AND SUPERMAN SO THERE WILL BE A LOT OF HEARTBREAKING MOMENTS LATER BUT NOT THAT MUCH THINK OF IT AS PETER LUCK.
ALSO I AM GOING TO ADD SOME OTHER UNRELATED TO MARVEL CHARACTERS SOON AS FOR WHO AND HOW MANY LET IT BE A SURPRISE.