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[quote=@Morden Man]
Johnny pictured Peter speaking along with him as he repeated Uncle Ben's words of wisdom. "With great power comes great responsibility."
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The words hit me like the freight train carrying the ton of bricks.

In Johnny Storm's world I never got super powers. I was never Spider-Woman. Peter was. Well, Spider-Man. And Uncle Ben still died. It seems like a cruel joke that even with powers like mine, Ben Parker still suffered the same fate. Nearly identical. I know in science fiction, there are things that are considered constants.Things that need to happen for the universe to continue to spin on. The thought crosses my mind that Ben Parker's death is one such constant, and I curse the universe for being a cruel bitch. Ben doesn't deserve that. None of them do.

My hand reflexively retracts from Storm's shoulder as the thoughts race through my head. I have to fight the violent urge to ask him what happened to me, or my dad, or MJ in his world. But the realization that it was probably something terrible, considering the fate of Johnny's world, means I probably do not want to go there. I don't need to learn about how my friends and family met a terrible fate.

A terrible fate. A terrible fate that befell the world even with super powered guardians like Johnny and his Peter. I wonder if they had a Superman. A Wonder Woman. A Flash. The thought that there was something strong enough to destroy the world even with all their powers combined against it sends a shiver down my spine. What if the same thing comes here? What if we're not ready? Is there any chance I can even protect the people I love in a situation like that?

[color=ec008c][b]"I...,"[/b][/color] the words don't come. I know Johnny knows something is wrong. He sees how the mention of Peter and Uncle Ben has affected me. What's there even to say.

Throwing caution to the wind, I mutter,[color=ec008c][b] "If your Peter Parker is anything like mine, he was one of the best. I know the one I know is great. And his Uncle was one of the most decent men I ever had the honor of knowing. I know his motto well. It's one of the reasons I do what I do."[/b][/color]

Sure, I may have just given up my secret identity. It'd be easy for Storm to really figure it out if he wanted to. But I'm not sure he does. He's a dimensional refugee looking for a rock in the storm. I may not end up being the rock he was looking for, but I'm gonna rock the best I can.