Ms. Marvel P2

                                    

                                          
Info: I had a Part 2 requested, so here it is!
                          
"We're live in five," Nathan, the cameraman, declared, "four, three, two." He held up a one and then gave the current news anchor, Valerie Hill, a thumbs up. Valerie had long straight brown hair, brunette eyes, and commanding eyebrows.
                          
She stared directly at the camera with absmile as she spoke. "Hello, I'm Valerie Hill with the Daily Bugle. Reports just came in of two superheroes possibly compromising their secret identities. High school student, Kamala Khan, stepped in to defend her classmate from a local school bully. She seemed to be using the same abilities Ms. Marvel is known for. Although, she seemed to have been taking it a little too far for the victim, Peter Parker's, taste. He shot what looked to be not unlike Spider-Man's synthetic webbing out of his wrist to pull her arm back to help Ms. Kahn restrain herself. Several witnesses saw this event. Here is footage recovered from the scene:"
                          
The camera was a high-quality StarkPhone, but it was shaking badly. A burly blond boy wearing a Midtown Tech letterman jacket shoved a smaller brown haired boy wearing a t-shirt and a jacket into a row of lockers. "Puny Parker," the boy drawled, "You're just a good for nothing, worthless orphan. I'd tell you to go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, but I still need to steal your homework, so cough it up, Puny!" Several punches made contact with the brown haired boy's smaller frame.
                          
"That's it!" a bystanding Muslim girl with dark hair and eyes snapped. Without moving, her arm extended and delivered a painful blow to the larger athlete. "Parker deserves so much more than to sit back and let you use him as your personal punching bag, you-you dimwit!"
                          
"Kami," the brown haired boy pleaded, his eyes wide. The scene dropped out of view for a moment before the student recovered their wits enough to raise it higher. Despite not seeing what happened, the sickening crunch was tale enough that the girl didn't hear or chose to ignore the boy's pleas.
                          
When the camera panned back to the scene, the shocked mood was almost tangible through the screen. A white string stretched from the girl's arm to the scrawny boy's wrist, which was held out in the classic Spider-Man web-slinging position. He stood at a confident hight and radiated the cocky fun-loving vibe the recently proclaimed teenage vigilante was known for. Then, his facade dropped along with the end of the string from his wrist. He rushed forward to check on the other boy, but the girl held him back.
                          
"He was going to beat you up!" the girl frowned. "Heck, he already started the job! You need to see the nurse or something, Nerd-Dude."
                          
"Kami, you could've hurt him!"
                          
"That was the point. Just wait 'til that girl of yours, MJ, hears about this."
                          
As if on que, an African-American girl with frizzy hair and chocolate irises rushed into the scene, slightly out of breath from her sprint down the halls. "Betty just came and got me. Flash, what's wrong with you?" She glared at the taller teen, looking absolutely disgusted.
                          
The boy in question opened his mouth to speak, but didn't make it far. "It's just Puny Parker, why are you so worried? He's just a-"
                          
"Y'know, I'm gonna stop you right there," the frightening girl deadpanned, walking towards the physically superior jock. "In the interest of everyone listening keeping whatever brain cells we have leftover from the finals we took today, you're going to shut up and report to the principal's office immediately. Listen here Thompson: mess with my man again and I will rain fire on you." As the oppressor moved to obey the terrifying chick, the camera shaked and cut off, freezing the screen of the Muslim girl holding the brown haired boy back while the girlfriend stared daggers into the limping boy's back.
                          
Valerie continued with her line as the screen shifted from the amateur footage to the news room."Could these two teens be New York's very own superteens? Find out more at six when we investigate further into the lives of Peter Parker and Kamala Khan. Back to you, Rob."
                          
"Rose, I can explain!" Peter yelped as the video paused and Kamala and himself were face to face with Tony Stark, Vision, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, and Natasha Romanoff.
                          
"You got your powers from a spider bite? I got mine from Terrigen Mist exposure," Kamala said immediately.
                          
"You got exposed to the Terrigen Mist? I got an infinity stone implanted in my head," Vision deadpanned.
                          
"You guys are getting powers?" Clint asked, picking up on the joke quickly. Stark facepalmed while Steve and Natasha exchanged a confused look.
                          
"So, just for confirmation purposes," Stark sighed, "you are Spider-Man and Ms. Marvel, correct?"
                          
"No way!" Peter scoffed, gesturing to himself. "Do look like Ms. Marvel to you?"
                          
"I could never pull off Spider-Man's spandex," Kamala added. Stark's expression said it all: he was so done with their teenage antics. So, she jutted a thumb a her friend and got serious. Or, slightly more serious, that is. "Yeah, that's the Webhead and I'm the human Laffy-Taffy."
                          
"Nice one," Peter smiled, giving her a small firstbump.
                          
"We're going to try and save your secret identities," Steve said. "Natasha came up with the cover story."
                          
"Peter interns at SI as Stark's personal intern, giving him access to the web-shooters. Kamala willingly participated in a small experiment that gives temporary effects similar to that of Ms. Marvel. Later, you'll both have to throw some physical examinations on purpose to make it seem like everything is back to normal," Natasha explained.
                          
"Also, you're my new personal intern, Peter," Stark announced with a snap of his fingers.
                          
"Really?" Peter gulped in disbelief. "I'm hired, just like that?" He snapped, mimicking his soon-to-be-mentor.
                          
Another snap was produced by Tony's hand. "Just like that," he confirmed. 
                          
A/N credit to InkytheGhost for the idea to do a reveal via bullying!
                          
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This was how I procrastinated my last Calc problem tonight.