CITIZENS walked about in Winterfell's courtyard, tanning leather, sharpening weapons, and the like.

Mud squished under Diana's boots and stained the bottom of her coat, but she didn't mind.

"Keep your elbow high up, you want to rely all the hard labor to your back. Relax your bow arm." The Princess sauntered along the line where the young boys and girls stood, observing their forms and suggesting techniques of improvement.

"Your muscles tense up when you hold the string for too long, pull the string back to the center of your chin and quickly release."

A girl, no older than ten and three, did as Diana instructed, and a large toothy grin took over her features when the arrow hit the target. The dark haired woman kindly praised the younger girl, softly smiling.

Diana felt an odd sense of fulfillment as she taught those children. Perhaps it was their innocent, childishly satisfied smiles they sent her once their performance improved. Or perhaps it was that she has always been the student back on Themiscyra. No matter how skilled she became, her aunt Antiope never relented on vigorously training her. Nonetheless, she enjoyed spending her time with the young ones, especially since she grew up as the only child in all of her home.

Sensing someone's constant gaze along her figure as she helped with the practice, Diana spun back and slightly craned her neck upward to see the person. And she found that it was Jon who was peering over the snow covered stone catwalk to look at her.

The Amazon gave the young ones a break and softly excused herself to
crossed the immense exterior of Winterfell.

Elegantly, her feet moved up the stairs to reach where the King in the North was standing.

Jon Snow waited patiently for her to stand beside him, dedicating a bow of his head to her in greeting.

"They seem to have improved remarkably, thanks to you." He complimented, impressed by the speedy progress of the archers-in-training, some of whom were picking up arrows and putting them away.

"They have a long way to go still." Diana said with her beautifully accented voice. She gave him a grateful nod before placing one of her hands on the wooden pole in front of her.

In that lapse of time, Jon dedicated to observe how the Princess was dressed, once again in her metallic, Amazonian armor under a coat. The only difference was that her cotton cloak changed for hearty direwolf furs that nestled around her shoulders.

She seemed to be determined to be wearing those revealing clothes.

"Have you ever considered arming in something more weather-appropriate, Diana?" He blurted his inquiry out of nowhere, with no introductions.

Diana merely shook her head in denial. "I told you before, the cold doesn't bother me" She saw the look of disappointment his eyes held and then she looked down to her own outfit, an amused and wondrous smile then decorated her lips. "But it seems that my armor bothers you."

The King in the North looked down for a moment, he nervously swallowed before moving up his gaze to look at her, flatly confirming her accusation.

"I mean no offense, but of course it does." He honestly thought her so-called 'armor' didn't particularly protect much. "If it please you, Diana, I'll have Sansa make an appointment with the seamstress, to prepare something more comfortable for you."

His persistence on having her dress in something else made her narrow her eyes at him in confusion. "Why are you so adamant on me changing? This is what I wear into battle."

"We're not fighting a war, Diana." The Princess' stubbornn nature made Jon Snow purse his lips. "Not at the moment at the very least." He added after she perked a brow at him.

Diana raised her hand to gesture to the man's own clothing, the irony of his argument widening her eyes as she peered into his own. "You're wearing your armor." She retorted, the incredibility fluttering in her tone of voice.

"W-well, it's.." Jon stammered. She had him there. It always managed to fluster him when his eyes met her unwavering gaze.

"What? A fashion choice?" Mockery entangled in her tongue, slightly raising her dark eyebrows at him.

The Amazon Princess thought she was victorious in their argument after she saw Jon Snow's hesitant and debative expression that lasted for a whole minute.

A sigh emerged from his nostrils, his eyes were shut. The words he was about to mutter, difficult to say.

"The truth is... Looking like that, there's over a hundred men lying awake at night picturing you."

It wasn't an exaggeration. Jon Snow didn't let the lust-filled glances shot Diana's way pass by him that easily. Men that she knew and men that she didn't, ones she passed by in the courtyard or during gatherings, all fascinated and entranced by her beauty and the smooth skin that she revealed.

Winterfell's Bastard once held the urge to punch the young Lord Cerwyn at the indecent stares he gave Diana in a prior meeting.

"Picturing me do what?"

Snapping open his eyelids, Jon's dark brows perked when he saw her clueless expression. Was she truly that dense?

He wondered how she could be so absent-minded for a woman with such intelligence and wise counsel. On the battlement, she was like a hawk fixated on its prey, but at the moment, with the innocent look she dedicated to him, she seemed like a clueless rabbit.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, and the king shook his head defeatedly. "Nothing, it doesn't matter."

Diana rolled her eyes at how disappointed the male before her seemed. If it meant that much to him, why not?

"Alright, I'll change. Things seem to be stable for now."

Gratefulness shone in Jon's dark eyes, his smile was enough for Diana to smile, too. "Would that be all?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, your grace, but a raven has come from Dragonstone." Maester Wolkan arrived in that moment, holding a small scroll in his hands, the two looked up at his presence.

Jon moved from his spot, he took the scroll from the maester and unraveled it, excusing the man as he did. His fingers smoothed out the surface of the paper, and dark  irises skimmed the words quickly. Diana noticed he was reading it over a couple of times.

It was an invitation from Tyrion Lannister to come to Dragonstone and bend the knee to Daenerys Targaryen.

Once Jon was done sweeping the words with his eyes, he looked up from the small parchment that he had in his hand, which he reached out to Diana, indicating that he allowed her to read it.

The raven-haired woman took it between her slender fingers, gently brushing Jon's and began to read it silently.

Waiting for her, the King in the North guided his gaze to her rosy lips, which moved softly as she silently read the written words. 'The Seven Kingdoms will bleed as long as Cersei sits on the Iron Throne. Join us, together we can end her tyranny.' His words were ominously true. She, however, thought the contrary, it wasn't some Southern Queen that would make the world suffer, it was the Night King, he was the true end of worlds, every horror inflicted in their realm was his doing.

When she finally finished reading, she lifted her gaze from the cursive handwriting and looked at him expectantly, with some concern shinning in her eyes. "Tyrion Lannister... I thought the Lannisters were your enemies."

Jon readily nodded his head in confirmation. "Indeed they are."

"Then you're going to refuse them?"

"I don't know. From what Sansa has told me, Tyrion is honorable and trustworthy, unlike his other family members." He answered pensively overlooking at the castle's courtyard.

Diana understood that it was a dilemma, and that it wasn't wise to make any rash decisions. Her eye slightly twitched as she reread a line from the letter she held in her hands. "All dwarves are bastards in their fathers' eyes?" She read out aloud, voicing her curiosity to Jon and expectantly waited for him to explain.

"It's something he said to me the first night we met. It was a couple of years back, he came here and we talked. He's not as bad as people make him out to be." The man said, feeling nostalgic to that time of their lives.

An attentive nod came from Diana as she listened to him, the movement swayed her hair with it.

"What do your think?" He declared. At his question, Diana held a calculating look.

"Well if it's true, and they truly have three dragons and a large army they'd be of great help to us." Jon gave her a somewhat confused look, and seeing it, she clarified. "You said you've seen them, the Army of the Dead, they grow larger and closer by the day, do we really stand a chance even with me, and all the northern forces combined?"

In the corners of her mind, not going to lie, it was a dream of hers to see a dragon in the flesh. Though Themiscyra had its fair share of magical beasts, the fire-breathing creatures weren't there for her to see. Though her suggestion of a potential alliance was purely strategic.

"No, I don't think we do." Giving her a concise look, Jon shook his head. "Do you really think we can convince the Targaryan Queen without having to give her the North? I fear that she might have the same temperament as her father."

"Her father? You knew him?" Diana quizzically asked.

"No, only by reputation." Jon replied, shaking his head. "Aerys Targaryan, everyone calls him the Mad King, he was an evil man and a terrible ruler.
He burned both my uncle and grandfather alive."

Diana, her face now scrunched in a thoughtful haze, moved to lean against balcony. She stared at Jon for a while, her expression unreadable.

"What?" He questioned.

"I was just thinking that your family doesn't do well when they leave home." She exclaimed, remembering all the tragedies he'd told that had befallen his family members.

"You have no idea."

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A windy blast was heard from the Godswood of the castle and a lone wolf howled in the distance.

Hesitantly, Diana stepped towards Rickon Stark who was seated near a pond.

The Heart Tree of Winterfell was among a large leafy ground in which a lake, right in front of it reflected it's weeping white face in its calm water, a small dark forest was surrounding them.

Diana took in image of the heart tree with its leafs as red as blood and with snow completely surrounding it like a soft white-ish sea. She felt strange for a few seconds.

"When I come here, I feel like an outsider." She managed to comment with full honesty. The dark haired woman had ditched her armor for a more appropriate attire. A blue green tunic graced hey figure gathered in at her waist. Her legs that had normally been exposed were cladded in black leather and thick riding boots. The Godkiller rested comfortably on her hip. She had braided her silky hair back out of her face.

"You helped us reclaim Winterfell, you've saved my life. You're not an outsider." Rickon held a boyish grin, and attempted to comfort the black haired woman who took place by his side.

She wondered if the Old gods agreed with his words. They weren't her divines of worship, the Seven gods were, yet she felt an odd familiarity by the tree. The same tingle she felt in the Temple of the Seven back in her home.

The Warrior Princess entwined her fingers and left them dangling over the lower part of her abdomen, and devoted a curious glance to him. "I've been told you were asking of my whereabouts."

"Yes, my lady-Diana." The Stark hurried to correct himself after seeing the playful glare Diana sent him.
"I have something to ask of you, I fear. I know it's not right to, after everything you've done for us." He spoke, shamefully looking down as he did.

Diana's shapely brows furrowed in concentration as she moved closer to Rickon. "Is everything alright?"

"My brother received a raven from the Daenerys Targaryen, asking him to bend the knee." He exclaimed, Diana nodded.

"Yes, I know. But he hasn't decided if he's going to accept the invitation yet."

At the threshold of Winterfell's entrance, crossed were about fifty horses, mounted by the lords and ladies of the North. The meeting regarding the potential alliance with Daenerys Targaryen was approaching, and to her knowledge, Jon still hasn't made a decision.

Rickon shook his head. "I know he will. Another raven came today, from the Citadel, saying that heaps of dragonglass lies under the same queen's castle. I know Jon, he's just like father. He'll want to go." Rickon's bright blue eyes flashed with pain as he mentioned his own father. After all, it was his honor and persistence to do the right thing was what got him killed.

Diana could only frown in response.

"You say this, but what am I to do?"

"He listens to you. I've never seen him look at someone the same as he does at you. Please, convince him not to go." Her brown eyes devoted to look his own of which reflected a hopeful gleam.

A sigh fell from her petal lips, she knew full well that they needed the dragonglass that Rickon just spoke of. Obsidian was currently the only available method to kill a White Walker, since they were short on valriyan steel.

"I don't know the Dragon Queen, but I know that we don't do well when we travel south. Her father burned my grandfather and uncle alive. We've lost so much because of Southern rulers, I can't lose Jon, too." Rickon said, pleading like a child. And that's what he really was; a scared child who didn't want to lose any more of his family members.

"You won't." She comforted the auburn haired boy, her hand reaching out to hold his. Diana's words were breezy, her voice calm. "But, you can't expect someone to be just like their parents, maybe she's different. And from what I've been told, her advisor is a good man."

"It's too big a risk." Even as he felt a bit more calm, Rickon still debated.

"But perhaps it's one that must be taken. Even if Jon decides not to go, it doesn't change the fact that we need her help." She said. And when she saw how Rickon sulked in defeat, she added a few more words that helped him ease into a smile.

"However, if he does leave for Dragonstone, I'll be there with him to protect him and keep him safe. You have my word."

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"This message was sent to me by Samwell Tarly. He was my brother at the Night's Watch. A man I trust as much as anyone in this world. He's discovered proof that Dragonstone sits on a mountain of dragonglass." Jon Snow announced from where he stood just in front of the High Table, raising his hand that held the letter he received from the maester-in-training, which had arrived not too long ago.

The lords and ladies sat in silence, processing the information their leader was providing them. The king handed the piece of paper to Lord Glover; whose eyes scanned the words written on the scroll, and then took out the letter he received a few days prior.

"I received this," He lifted his hand once more. "from Dragonstone, it was sent to me by Tyrion Lannister."

A wave of murmurs erupted in the Great Hall.

"He's now Hand of the Queen to Daenerys Targaryen. She intends to take the Iron Throne from Cersei Lannister. She has a powerful army at her back and if this message is believed, three dragons." The lords and ladies shared looks of concern just as Jon continued to speak. "Lord Tyrion has invited me to Dragonstone to meet with Daenerys and I'm going to accept."

In a second, the scene had dramatically shifted until panic was all that was available. The lords and ladies spoke in louder volumes, talking now amongst themselves and releasing negative opinions.

They did not agree with him because of their history with the Lannisters and Targaryans, Diana reckoned. Even Sansa and Rickon couldn't mask their obvious disapproval.

Jon awaited for the complaints and outrage to die down, then kept talking. "We need this dragonglass, My lords. We need to mine it and turn it into weapons." Diana nodded her head gently, agreeing with his words.

"I know the concept of forming alliances with past enemies is difficult to bare, my lords. I left my home with the mission of slaying the Night King as my first and only priority, and I intended to finish him on my own. But I didn't know how much strength he had on his side until Jon Snow told me, and I trust him. And that is why you all must know that we can't defeat him alone, not with the numbers we have." The Princess knew she had been reckless to think she could handle the full might of the Night King's forces on her own. Thousands of years ago, her people-the Amazons, all of Mankind, and the Children of the Forest worked together and still weren't able to deal a finishing blow. Now, they even had less numbers.

After listening attentively, a couple of exclamations of agreement were heard from the northerners after Diana's voice died down. The onyx eyed male slightly bowed his head towards her, appreciating her interjection.

He, and all of them knew that with Diana, they had much more strength on their side, but it still wasn't enough. "I couldn't agree more. Daenerys has her own army and she has dragonfire. We need to try and persuade her to fight with us. Lady Diana, Ser Davos and I will ride for White Harbor tomorrow then sail to Dragonstone." Now, the northerners, including Rickon, began to agree with him, but Sansa didn't, and she wasn't hesitant to voice it out.

"Have you forgotten what happened to our grandfather? The Mad King invited him to King's Landing and roasted him alive." Her bastard brother turned to her, nodding in acknowledgement. "I know that."

"She's here to reclaim the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. The North is one of those seven Kingdoms. This isn't an invitation, it's a trap." Sansa couldn't help her aggressive tone, she feared for both her brother's and Diana's lives. Going south would only bring them all trouble and misery. They were all too trustful. It was in their nature.

The Amazonian Princess didn't see it that way, though. Perhaps the Dragon Queen was someone worthy of their trust. After all the stories Jon and Ser Davos shared with her, she felt like she came to understand the Last Targaryen to an extent. "We don't know her, and I don't believe that she's mad nor deranged as her father is said to be." Said Diana, everyone listened attentively, and sent her confused glances, so she continued to calmly explain her point of view. "She has the military forces and her dragons, with them she could've taken back her home and throne in less than a day. But she didn't. Meaning that she doesn't want innocent lives lost, and that is the kind of person we should trust."

Jon found himself involuntarily breaking out in a grin, and looked down in order to hide it in light of the tense atmosphere. Each day, he realized, his admiration for her grew even further. Doubting was easy. Anybody could do it. But Diana is the kind of person who believed in people.

"It's true, and I don't believe Tyrion would do that. You know him, he's a good man." Regaining composure, the serious and raspy tone of his voice returned to flutter in his tongue as he said to his sister.

"Winter is here, your grace." Lyanna Mormont stood up, eyes directed onto her. "We need the King in the North, in the North." At her words, a roar of 'Ayes' and aggravated pounding on the tables were heard throughout the hall, while Jon remained silent and Diana knew that he was still contemplating whether he was to go or not.

"You all crowned me your King. I never wanted it, I never asked for it, but I accept it because the North is my home and I will never stop fighting for it, no matter the odds. But the odds are against us. None of you have seen the Army of the Dead, none of you. We can never hope defeat them alone. We need allies, powerful allies. I know it's a risk," He paused, sighing deeply. "but I have to take it."

A sudden silence then fell upon them, the expressions of the men and women present in the room now debatable.

Standing abruptly, Sansa hurried to speak in panic. "Then send an emissary, don't go yourself!"

"Daenerys is a queen, only a king can convince her to help us. It has to be me." Jon commented.

Lady Stark ran out of ideas, and desperately looked at the seated female on her side with pleading eyes hoping she'd agree with her. "Diana, what do you think?"

"I'd have to agree with him." The raven haired female sympathetically peered over her shoulder to Sansa. At first, she, too, believed going herself would be the safest option. But Tyrion and Daenerys did not know her. "Out of everyone here, his grace is the only one who's fought the Others and knows what they're capable of. Daenerys would be more inclined to help on the word of someone who's seen them with his own eyes." A sigh left her lips, before guiding her eyes to Sansa, whom was still looking at her with a touch of disapprove in her bright blue eyes.

"Nevertheless, You're abandoning your people! You're abandoning your home!" Now dejected, Sansa argued. And Rickon hesitantly nodded in agreement. It was easy for Diana to note the fear and pain that arose within their eyes, and she understood. They didn't want to lose another member of their family.

"I'm leaving both in good hands." The king announced.

Confusion transmitted through the red haired lady's gaze as she looked at Jon. "Whose?"

"Yours and Rickon's." His retort made both his siblings gap at him in astonishment, their eyes widening.

In actuality, it made perfect sense. Sansa became well versed in politics and court intrigue following the execution of her father, under the tutelage of Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell and Petyr Baelish, suffering but learning from her traumatic experiences as a hostage. And despite Rickon's refusal to rule over the North, he was the last present trueborn son of Ned Stark, the northern houses all respected him.

"You're my siblings, you're the only Starks in Winterfell. Until I return, the North is yours."

Diana needed to prepare for travel.

A/N:-

Hey guys ^^ How are you all doing?

Next chapter we reach Dragonstone! How do you think it'll go? 👀

Also, my unrelenting ass started another crossover😂 On a scale of 1 to Mom, how disappointed are you in me?

Title:

Web Warriors (Spiderman: Far From Home)

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Plot Summary:

The Multiverse; it is the collection of alternate universes which share a universal hierarchy; it is a subsection of the larger Omniverse, the collection of all alternate universes.

A large variety of these universes were originated as forms of divergence from other realities, where an event with different possible outcomes gives rise to different universes, one for each outcome.

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High school student Gwen Stacy was bitten by a radioactive spider. This granted her all of the quintessential Spider-Man powers, and Stacy began her career as Spider-Woman.

After losing her best friend, being shunned and accused of his death, Gwen vowed not to make the mistake of getting too close to someone ever again. She was haunted by Peter's death and driven by a sense of responsibility, so she doubled her efforts to fight crime. That is on Earth-65.

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On Earth-616, it's five years later after the Snap, aka 'the Blip'. Right after Thanos was defeated by the Avengers.

Peter Parker was picking up the pieces after the death of his mentor and father figure, Tony Stark. Reappearing after being snapped away, the Spiderling found himself with an immense amount of responsibility on his shoulders, and no one there to help him and understand what he was going through.

Until she appeared.

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Gwen Stacy didn't know how she was dragged into this world. Another dimension where heroes were celebrated, where aliens were an actual thing, and where a giant space potato apparently wiped out half of all life.

After a so called heroic 'Snap' by one of the Avengers, a multitude of people were raised from the dead, and reunited with the families who thought they were long gone.

An unwilling SpiderGwen was one of them.

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Gwen Stacy x Peter Parker

Follows post Avengers Endgame and during Spiderman Far From Home

Hope you check it out! 🤭