I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

Chapter 135: Success?

Chapter 135: Success?

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After hours of watching Youtube videos beside Peggy's coffin, Peter started to get worried that she may not survive the process.

"Maybe the reproduced blood doesn't work for some reason?" Peter muttered as he started pacing around the metal coffin.

It was already morning, meaning Peggy spent the entire night submerged in the Elixir.

Peter wasn't sure if she was still alive or not.

It's not like he had anyone that he could call and ask about this either. All of the people that knew the ins and outs of the Resurrection Elixir are nothing but little specks of ash in the ocean.

The dragon bones had become a very rare and finite resource for the Hand, so the only people that were allowed the use of them were the fingers, who are long gone.

'I'm starting to regret killing all of them right about now...' Peter thought as he now knew that he should have at least kept one of them as a prisoner for information. 'Though sacrificing them did stop a thousand-year war with the Chaste, so I don't regret it too much.'

At this point, Peter started to second guess himself and was thinking of opening the coffin to check on Peggy. Though, for all he knew, doing so could interrupt the process and mess everything up, possibly killing her along the way.

Peter battled these thoughts up until midday when he couldn't take it anymore and gave up. Walking up to the metal coffin, Peter reached over and slowly lifted it open.

'Just a peek won't hurt, right?' Peter thought as the lid fully opened, revealing a rectangular box full of thick black liquid.

Just as Peter was leaning in to get a closer look, the black Elixir rippled as if someone had dropped a stone inside and disturbed the calm liquid.

'Huh?' Peter watched the Elixir move in confusion. 'Does that mean it's working?'

Just as Peter thought this, a black tar-covered Peggy Carter emerged as swift as a bolt of lightning, gasping for air.

*Heavy Breathing*

"Oh, sh*t!" Peter exclaimed as he was jump scared by the sudden occurrence.

"...I can't see..." Peggy spoke in fright as she starts to catch her breath.

"You should be able to see." Peter says as he rushes to get her a nearby towel. "You're only having trouble because of the liquid."

Peter was careful not to use the word Elixir, as he doesn't want Peggy to know anything more than she has to.

"What?!" Peggy asks as her ears were also clogged with the black substance.

Giving up on speaking, for the time being, Peter starts wiping her face with the towel, which she grabs from him out of instinct and takes over.

After a few moments, Peggy's face was somewhat clean, but her eyesight was blurry and she still couldn't hear a thing.

Though from what Peter could see, the process seemed to be a success. Peggy's face was far more youthful than it was before. Her skin was much tighter and without a single wrinkle in sight.

Peter couldn't tell for sure, as there were still a few black smudges on her face, but Peggy looked to be in her mid to late twenties.

"Okay, I didn't fully prepare for the clean-up portion of this, so let's just take you home so you can shower." Peter says but she didn't respond, as everything sounded like she was underwater.

"Was it a success? I feel... different!" Peggy says loudly, as she can't hear her own voice either.

As Peggy says this, she grabs the sides of the metal coffin with each hand in order to stand up. Tightening her hands on the coffin for stability, the metal instantly bends and twists in her grip as of it were nothing but a thin piece of paper.

'Huh, I was right about the power-up due to the blood...' Peter thought as he opened a portal straight into Peggy's shower back at her house.

The second Peggy stood up, she slips and fell out of the coffin, hitting the concrete floor.

*Bang*

"If you were still old that fall would be life-ending..." Peter said as he reached over and helped her up.

Thankfully, her entire body was covered in a thick layer of Elixir, so he couldn't see any of her naughty bits. Peter is a taken man and Peggy is a taken woman after all.

It was different when she was old and unappealing...

Knowing that she couldn't hear him, Peter guided her through the portal, which led directly into her shower, turning it on immediately.

As the water washed over her skin, the bloody black Elixir started to wash off and make its way down the drain. Peter took this as a sign to get the hell out of there. She could figure out the rest herself, but from what little he saw on his way out, Peter knew that the experiment was a complete success.

Her body was younger and the power-up was obvious from what she did to the coffin only moments earlier.

As he left the bathroom, Peter closed the portal as well. He didn't want Peggy investigating his secret lair after all.

"I guess it's just waiting now..." Peter muttered as he walked into her living room and turned on the TV.

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-Peggy POV-

Although her sight was blurry, Peggy knew where Peter brought her. It's hard not to recognize your own shower after all.

Though Peggy has been on a strict sponge bath routine lately, as she didn't have the strength to leave her bed anymore, so it has been a while since she's been in her own bathroom.

'Thank god I'll never have to do that again...' Peggy thought as she stood on her two legs without any signs of fatigue.

She couldn't remember the last time her body felt so young and spry.

Speaking of sponge baths, as a 90-year-old adult woman that has lived through war, having another person wash you in bed because you couldn't do it yourself is downright degrading.

Due to the black liquid infesting every crevice of her body, Peggy took almost an hour in the shower before finally turning it off and stepping out.

While in the shower, she saw the youthful appearance of her body, but she hadn't gotten a look at her face just yet. Walking over to the sink, Peggy wipes the steam off of the mirror above and froze in shock.

It's one thing to look down and see a pair of arms and legs, but it's a whole other to see the face you once had seventy years ago.

[Insert picture of young Peggy Carter again]

"I-I'm Young again!" Peggy exclaims as her eyes go wide and she clasps a hand over her mouth. "I sound so different..."

Before, Peggy had the shaky and broken voice of a dying 90-year-old woman, but now she looked and even sounded young again.

After staring at her naked form in the mirror for a long while, Peggy grabbed a nearby towel and covered herself as she rushed out of the bathroom.

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-Peter POV-

As Peter was watching Looney Tunes in Peggy's living room, he suddenly heard the sounds of wet feet pacing his way.

Lowering the volume and standing up, Peter turned just in time to see Peggy rush in with nothing but a towel on.

"It worked!" She practically screamed as she ran over to Peter and wrapped him in a hug. "Thank you so much..."

"Uhh, no problem." Peter says as he keeps his arms at his sides. "As I said before, this is a win-win for both of us. I just hope that you accept my job offer."

"Yes, of course." Peggy nods as she releases Peter and straightens her towel. "I would be more than happy to become the Vice Director of the Avengers. Anything beats laying in a hospital bed every day until my eventual death."

Soon, an awkward silence fills the room as Peggy looks down and realized that she was only wearing a towel.

"I-I'll be right back!" She blurts out and rushes toward her bedroom.

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A few minutes later, Peggy returned in clothes that would only fit the style of a 90 year old granny.

"How do I look?" Peggy asks, unsure of her current wardrobe.

"Like you spent the night at your grandmother's house and had to borrow her clothes." Peter answers truthfully.

"But all of my old clothes are in storage back in the Uk..." She says with a defeated sigh.

"Well, you can't go meeting the love of your life dressed as an old granny." Peter says as he came to the only logical conclusion. "You need to go shopping."

A/N: 1473 words :)

[DONT FORGET MY STONES! Pls&thnx?]