𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 Stark is no longer the clueless kid she was before the Avengers were brought together. She has experienced her share of hard times but nothing compares to watching her family split up over the Sokovia Accords. She is given a deal, that if...
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN ❝ crossing the threshold ❞
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VULTURE'S WINGSUIT CURLED over himself, forming a shell of protection. Aster and Peter continued inching their way up the bottom of the plane until they finally reached the metal cacoon. Peter braced both hands on the wingsuit and anchored himself to the plane with his feet, tugging on it with a strained, "Ah!"
When he failed to pull the cacoon open, Aster shuffled to the side. "Let me try!" she yelled over the wind. She pried one hand off of the plane, curling her fingers to shoot a blast of cosmic energy at the metal.
To their relief, the force of the energy pushed the wingsuit aside ever so slightly. Aster peeked under the suit and her eyebrows drew together in confusion when Toomes wasn't there; just a phased hole in the bottom of the plane.
