A day later:
I sat in a towel on the bed inside the hotel room I was renting, looking at a hologram my suit made through camera planted into
the suit, serving as a virtual SA.
DIsplayed on it was various articles about Smykaria and its people. Apparently there was a civil war going on, and a bad one
that that. I sighed at the death toll, this was...maddening.
I closed the screen and got up, washing my face in my bathroom sink and sighing, today was the day...I'm so not ready for this.
"Sexy, did you hack into the guest list and get me an invite?" I asked as I finished washing up and walked to my bed where the
rest of costume layed inactive.
"Yes Peter. I have you listed as one Anthony Whiteman, born in New York city exactly 20 years ago. Both parents deceased, but
they left you a sizeable inheritance. A trust fund brat that was kicked out of Harvard for causing a fire and sleeping with a
teaching. Also, he's a noted drug user. I have your background information forged, three DUI's and a single arrest dating back
three years ago. You're official listing for traveling to this country is for rest and relaxation."
I nodded, "good," I picked up the suit and watched as it covered my body on its own, transforming into a black and white
tuxedo complete with a bow tie before the nanobots came upwards to cover my face as well, creating a sheet of nanobots
over my face and hair.
"Intiateing the second face program," I looked at myself in the mirror as it shimmered, transforming into a different face. The
face of another man, one with dark rusty hair that was untamed with blue eyes.
I looked at the mirror, sure enough I looked like the person Sexy described the eyes of a drug addict and the swollen cheek
bones of an unhealthy mess. My tuxedo was baggy enough to hide my figure underneath, hopefully no one will get close
enough to realise obvious difference form my face and body.
"Hm, Sexy, the eyes are a little dead," I noted as I pulled down the skin, the fabric the face was displayed on stretched as it
happened, "and the second mask is pretty obvious, can you change it?"
"I'll try," the AI replied as soon enough my face changed, making the eyes seem more real and the skin less like a second mask.
"Cool," I smirked, "let's go impress," I walked out of the hotel and took the lift down. Waiting for me downstairs was a chauffeur
and a limo, both of whom I had rented for the evening. I got in and we set off, my stomach tossin and turnin. I was going to see
her again.
It took well over an hour to reach the castle. It was off a late 18th century French design...or at least that's what the wikipedia
article I found on the subject told me.
As the limo pulled into the gates I spotted armed guards everywhere, on the wall, at the checkpost, even a few hidden in trees.
The driver lowered the window and handed the gaurd at the gate my forged invitation. Fortunately they used a digital checklist
for the party, menaing Sexy had no trouble hacking into the system and getting me through.
The limo was cleared and drove through the opened gates. It waited in line, several other vehicles were present before us. Rich
expensive cars like Lambos and Ferraris.
I was dropped off at the entrance and a butler directed me into the main ballroom without even blinking, hm, do they get
young foreign kids a lot around these parts? Or was my invitation enough to stay off any questions? Either way, shitty security
was shitty.
My footsteps echoed through the halls as I walked through them. I was amazed at the artwork and painting displayed around
us, Symkaria had a rich history, as expected of any country of Europe.
I then entered the ballroom, slipping through unnoticed by anyone, which did kind of disappoint me. I mean come on, this is the
royal palace of Smkaria! This is just too fucking easy!
I just know that if Natasha was here she would be rolling her eyes and feeling proud. She really was a great teacher at this sort
of stuff.
My thoughts were random, unfocused. But then again after finding out everything I knew for a year had been a lie, anyone
would be just the same. I kept looking around, trying to find any sign of Felicia, but failing.
So I turned to everyone else. I then noticed a large group of adults gathered around a couple near the center. A tall gentleman
with a thick groomed beard in a military garb with several medals attach to his right breast and a sword at his side and an
older woman with a thick blue dress that revealed nothing to be seen, very conservative in appearance.
"Sexy?"
"The Prime Minister of Smykaria and his wife," the AI whispered as I walked far away, taking a glass of champagne from a server
and sipped it, the suit opening a small slit, connecting 'Anthony's' mouth and my own, allowing me to drink the fine beverage,
"but it's strange because according to the government's publicly available schedule he is supposed to be on the other side of
the country treating with the families of fallen soldiers."
I hummed, narrowing my eyes at them as I continued on.
I had Sexy run scans on every single person in this room. And sure enough, they were all high ranking diplomats and other
important figures in the Smkaria government. As I walked around I gained a layout of the room, I checked everyone in here, but
no Felicia.
I grumbled, but as I passed through a large window I looked outside and saw that there were more people outside in the
palace gardens. No, not people, children and teenagers. It would seem the children were expected to 'play' while the adults
planned to screw over the country. How quaint.
I quickly found the way to the garden through a pair of opened porch doors near the back of the room. I walked out and was
amazed, the place was huge, bigger than the one Xavier had that's for sure.
The garden had been set up to an extravagant design, drinks and food left to one corner while lights were strung up all
around, illuminating the entire land.
There were around fifty kids here, and by kids I meant actually children below 10 all the way to teenagers around my age. The
former were running around and playing while the latter were all gathered together around a large round bench of sorts where
ten children sat down talking while the people around them laughed and jokes.
Curious, I walked down to join them, slowly mixing in with the group and looking over their shoulders, I was easily the tallest
person there, the older children seemed to be the ones sitting down while the younger were standing.
"So I told the french whore to kiss my ass! There was no way I was paying a grand for the horrible painting!" a voice cried out in
the local language of Smykarian. A language I had picked up on the 8 hour journey here. I turned to the source of the voice
and immediately my eyes landed on a pompous looking blonde boy who made Harry seem poor.
He wore what looked to be a silk suit that was dyed purple with gold highlights. And something told me that was real gold. He
wore a giant ruby ring on his left hand and a giant green ring on his right.
The people around laughed at his joke, the blonde prince chuckled. He had to be a prince, no else could possible make me
want to hurt him this badly. And then suddenly out of the laughter, a single voice called out.
"So this is what you do my prince? While the rest of the country starves and cries out for justice, you buy expensive paintings
from France and throw lavish parties?"
We all turned and sitting down opposite to the prince was a girl with silver hair. And that simple fact alone made me gasp.
I then looked to her eyes, and immediately a lead ball sunk down to my gut. They were not the same. They were blue. They were
pretty, sure, but they weren't the green I grew to love, the green of jade.
She wore a silver dress that had a collar around her neck that came down her body, leaving her shoulders and back exposed.
She sat up straight, like a queen, her hands covered with gloves and a silver bag on her lap.
She had an icy cold stare leveled at the prince as the boy gave a snarky roll of the eyes, "ah cousin, I don't' want to hear that
from you. A woman who spends all her time traveling the world and has spent less than a month in her home country this past
year has no right to question me on my actions."
"Those trips as you call them are to countries that trade or wish to do business with us. I wasn't there to party my time away
like you do, but rather find partners to raise Smykaria's standing in the world," the teenage woman narrowed her eyes at the
prince, "so one can argue I do more for our country out of it, than you ever have inside it, cousin," she spat.
"Care to say that again Silver?" the prince said narrowing his eyes as the people around slowly began to move, covering behind
him to show their support.
"Only a coward needs to hide behind others to fight their battles," Silver hissed.
"Only a fool would dismiss the hearts of the people," the prince shot back. I on the other hand just stood and watched them
go at each other. Hm, Silver...Silver….wait...Silver?! As in Silver Sable?! Didn't she and Peter Parker have some kind of
connection?!
Ah! What is it?! It's been two years since I read a single comic book! I can't be expected to have an encyclopedic knowledge of
everything!
"You think you are so much better than everyone else don't' you?" the Prince snarled, "what? Just because your father manages
the Wild Pack you are suddenly better than your family? Don't forget, family first Silver, always."
"Not at the price of the country Arthur," she replied.
"Then you are a traitor to us all," he spat.
"I would gladly be a traitor than-"
"-alright ladies, that's enough," the voice alone made my brain short circuit for a moment. I didn't catch the next words, but
after I recovered enough I was desperate for them, looking around for the source and spotting her approached the table,
"what would the people think if they say you both fighting like this?"
She wore a black dress, because of course she would. She had a pair of black gloves that came up till her biceps and a dress
that was a mirror image of the one Silver wore. She had a smile on her face and a look of confidence.
And then she walked past me, like I wasn't' even there. I had to say, I was a little disappointed. And at the same time, I was glad,
because I didn't know what I would say.
"Ah, my dear Felicia, my cousin's newest...friend," the price gave a perverse smile, "how glad to see you again. You are always
such a fetching sight to behold," his eyes roomed up and down her body, spending ample enough time on her heavy breasts.
"I wish I could say the same prince, but I cannot," she winked, causing many to laugh at the Prince's expense, even Silver
cracked a smile. I rolled my eyes, wasn't pissing off people in power my thing?
The Prince looked her over, smiling happily as he admired her curves, "you look very fetching my dear, although," his eyes
landed on her hands, "those bracelets are poorly made."
I turned and sure enough she was wearing the silver bracelets I had made for her on her birthday. The ones that acted as web
shooters...she still had them. They were beaten and well worn now, some was even scratched to hell and back, but she still wore
them.
She touched them gently with a smile, "I'm afraid they're off a sentimental quality."
"So what are you two here for today?" the Prince asked as he leaned back in his seat, "begging for more troops to secure the
border? More food for the orphans?"
"All things the royal family should be helping with without us having to ask," Silver snapped.
"The royal family is not the government, Symkaria has a proper democratic government now, is that now what the people
wanted when they overthrew out family Silver?" the prince mocked, "if they want so much more off our coffers, we might as
well be put in charge again, otherwise why should we waste our money on them?"
"Because they are your people," Felicia argued as she moved to a seat currently occupied by a teenage boy. She looked at him
and raised an eyebrow, the boy immediately got up and offered her the seat, she smiled and sat down, turning back to them,
"the people have lost faith in the royal family, only Silver's actions have awarded you with some good will. If you don't act
soon-"
"-What? Revolt? Ha?! As if they hadn't already tried!" the prince and his entourage laughed hard, "look around you Silver,
everyone gathered here are clearly on the right side here. They are the hiers to every fortune and empire in this great country.
With them at my side, what have I to fear?"
The kids felt proud at the proclamation, obviously easily manipulated. They all smirked and grinned at each other. Silver's eyes
roamed the people's faces, before landing on mine.
She smiled, "not all," she then turned to me, "who are you stranger? I don't believe I have ever seen you here before."
I blinked, I turned around, I was alone. While they talked everyone had moved slowly to the Prince's side, leaving me standing in
the middle...alone. Shit!
I looked around, everyone was staring at me. I then turned to Felicia, and she smiled at me. It wasn't her real smile though, it
was the fake one she wore whenever she saw her mother's clients, when we had to deal with annoying people, when she left…
"Hello?" Silver asked again, "are you with us?"
"A simpleton, no wonder he supports you," the Prince mocked, the others laughing almost on cue.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "I'm sorry did you say something? I don't speak inbred douchebag." The entire garden grew quite. I
blinked. 'Fuck.'
And then Silver threw her head back and laughed, "hahaha! He got you there my prince!"
Felicia gave a polite chuckle, "you have quite a tongue on you...and possibly balls the size of the moon to insult a prince in his
castle."
I blinked and turned out the boy, he was fuming red, possible something ruptured inside. I sighed, fuck it, let's just go with it.
I cleared my throat, "well you see, anyone who is so blind to the struggle of his people's worries, even if they abandoned
theme, doesn't deserve that people's respect in the first place," I turned to Felicia and locked eyes with her and smiled, "I
mean...it doesn't matter what they did to you...all that matters is what you want for them."
Felicia smiled and nodded, "well said."
"Tell me boy, what is your name?" the Prince asked with a snap of his fingers, gaining my attention.
"Antony, Antony Whethermen," I gave a mocking bow, "at your service."
"Hmph, I'm sure," he took a goblet of wine, I'm guessing it was wine, and sipped it, "so tell me, what are you doing here,
foreigner?" at the mention of my status, everyone became hostile.
I shagged, "just looking for some fun. I heard you guys have some killer slops, thought I would give them a try."
The Prince snorted, "tourists. No wonder. You dont' know a thing about this country and yet for some reason you are qualified
enough to pass judgement when I doubt you can even was that disgusting mop you call hair." The entourage chuckled.
I smiled and slowly walked towards Silver. The girl looked curious and watched as I stood behind her like a bodyguard, "true,
my hair is kinda bad. And I am a foreigner, but I would rather place my chips on her than you," I motioned to Silver.
"And why is that?" the Prince asked.
"Simple, it's because she's someone who values people over power, she show's respon-"
Clink!
A bell cut me off. I blinked and turned, "what was that?"
The Prince snorted as and the others got up, "that means it's time for dinner," he turned and shot me a glare, "I won't' forget
this insult Anthony Weatherman. I'll make sure to make your life a living hell"
I snorted, "I very much doubt a child like you can do that, but feel free to try." The Prince glared at me and motion this
entourage to follow, he began to whisper to his friends, obviously planning on getting me back. I wonder how far he'll
go...maybe attempted murder?
"You really shouldn't try his patients," Silver said as she and Felicia got. She turned to me and smiled, extending her hand, "I am
Silver Sablinova, cousin to the Prince. My father is the head of the Wild Pack."
I smiled as I bent down and kissed her knuckles, "glad to have a name for the woman I just risked my neck for."
Silver chuckled, "well then maybe next time you'll learn to hold your tongue."
"As if you have any right to talk," Felicia rolled her eyes, "you have said much worse to him."
"I'm his cousin, he can't hurt me...but our new friend here," Silver trailed off before snapping back to attention, "oh how rude,
Anthony, this is Felicia Hardy, a friend of mine from the States. Judging for you accent you are from there as well yes?"
I smiled and nodded, "yes I am. New York actually."
"Oh, I'm Manhattan girl through and through," Felicia said as she extended her hand as well.
Time seemed to slow down as I touched it and held the hand in mine. The rush of emotions I felt was a mix of joy and a
bittersweet hello. I brought it up to my lips and kissed ti with an audible smack, pouring every single thought I had into that
kiss.
Felicia seemed a little nervous as she hastily took her hand back, obviously creeped out. I gave no outward appearance as I
simply smiled back, "so...what exactly is a city girl like you doing here? No offence Silver, but Symkaria isn't exactly someplace
you would go for the weather...other than skiing off course."
Silver chuckled, "noen taken. Felicia here is actually somewhat off a rebel. She's a free spirit and has been traveling with her
family for the past year."
"I happened to met Silver a few months ago and we have been inseparable ever since," Felicia continued and finished, "come,
we probably should eat anyway."
"Oh, right, may I?" I offered my hand.
Felicia smiled slyly, "oh sorry Tony dear, but you're going to have to be a lot more charming than that if you want to hold my
hand."
"While I am no such prude," Silver shot in as she quickly looked her hand around mine, smiling at me.
I blinked, "r-right. That's nice..." we walked to the castle, Silver leading me with Felicia walking before us both.
"Don't' take it personally," Silver said in a mockingly loud whisper, "she just has very high standards. Her last boyfriend was
somewhat of a legend in the girl's eyes, has never been able to let him go."
"What do you mean last boyfriend?" Felicia shot back.
"Is he not?" Silver raised an eyebrow, "I thought after that red headed vixen you slept with in Paris you would have forgotten
about him by now."
"First off all, her name was Francesca," Felicia smirked, "and second off all, I have not. I still care for him very, very much..."
I blinked, "wait...you are dating him but aren't?" AND WHO THE FUCK IS FRANCESCA?! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THE BITCH!
HOW DARE SHE TOUCH MY KITTEN! BITCHES ARE GOING TO DIE TONIGHT!
Felicia sighed, "it's complicated."
"It really is not," Silver snorted, "you see, she left him some time ago. Poor thing was heartbroken, she did move on, the french
redhead helping her along," THAT BITCH IS SO DEAD! ",but for some reason she insists on staying single forever."
"Because I'm going back to him soon enough," Felicia huffed, "I'm sure he's fucked a few women along the time we been
separated too...hell, I bet he's done more than a few, knowing him and the amount of women he keeps attracting. But I'm sure
off it, after this, we can work something out."
My eyebrow twitched, "real? What makes you so sure?"
"Because it's the kind of man he is."
"Most men aren't like that."
"He isn't most men," she smiled back.
"Oh? And what exactly is this man's name? I simply must know."
Silver chuckled, "you'll never guess."
Felicia smiled and replied, "his name is Peter Parker."
I raised an eyebrow, I smiled and continued in my continued disbelieving tone, "Spider-man?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe you."
"Fine, you don't have too."
"...Really?"
Felicia smirked, "yup."
"Do you have proof?"
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"Oh no, not at all...possibly delusional, maybe crazy, but definitely not a liar."
Silver snorted as Felicia smirked and rolled her eyes, "funny. Enough talking about my love life already, Antony, do you have
someone waiting for you back at home?"
I blinked, "ah...yeah...kind off."
"What do you mean?" Silver asked curiously.
"Well...it's kind of complicated. You see, she broke up with me and left. I ended up dating a few other women but nothing stuck.
And now I recently found out she's in trouble and I'm planning on visiting her soon enough, but...well, I'm pretty sure if I do
she'll want to get back together or even if I should get back with her. So...you know, I don't' know exactly how I should react."
"Oh...I see..." Silver humned sounding disappointed.
Felicia frowned at her friend being sad but sighed and continued, "well it depends, do you care for this old flame?"
"Yes, a lot."
"Then why not?"
"I...I'm not sure. She broke my heart Felcia, shattered it and I...I don't know if I'm ready to forgive her. But...eh, it's complicated
it."
Felicia smiled, "well, I'm sure you'll figure it out."
I hummed, "maybe...so Silver, what about you? Any guys in your life? Any girls?"
Silver smoked, "I'm afraid the rumors about my sexuality have been greatly misinterpreted Mr. Weatherman. I am, unfortunately
for Felicia, one hundred percent straight."
Felicia rolled her eyes, "oh please, the only reason you haven't fall too my charms is because I didn't try hard enough."
"Sure, sure," Silver waved her off before turning to me, "and yes, I am single. It's difficult to find a partner to be with when
you're also trying to prevent civil war."
"How so?" I asked as we entered the palace, Silver guiding us to the dining hall.
"Oh right, you're still new here," Felicia whispered as she continued, "well you see, the economic sanctions the UN placed on
Latveria, our neighbor, is hurting our economy as well. The entire West of Symkaria is starving, while the East is being attacked
my invasion forces from other countries.
"Only the South is at peace, which is coincidentally where the Royal family resides. All off this is causing panic throughout the
country. Some are even fighting back against the government's forces, demanding the royal family be given power to set things
right again."
I narrowed my eyes, "so you believe they might be doing nothing so that the people will abandon their democratic government
and give the royal family power just to stop this from happening?"
Silver blinked, "that's an awfully huge leap in logic you just made there."
I shrugged, "I tend to be right though...so that's why the Prince seemed so testy...but why? What's the point?"
Silver seemed to have an answer, but before she could Felicia cut in, "who knows. Maybe for the oldest reason possible,
power," she shrugged, stopping Silver with a simple glare. Obviously there was more going on here...damn it, why haven't I told
her who I really am yet?!
I've honestly been thinking about it for the last day and a half. I was angry she left, happy she to see her again, pissed off
because she is apparently trying to take on the whole of HYDRA and win and then angry again for never once telling me the
truth!
And I suppose that's why I didn't reveal myself till now...I just didn't know how to bring it up.
Eventually we reached the dining hall, a large table suited to sit two hundred on either side took up the majority of the room.
Some have already sat down, I saw the Prince glaring at us, he sat next to a fat woman dressed in jewelry and fine clothing with
a gold crown, his mother obviously.
Silver stopped abruptly, I turned to her as she groaned. I smiled, "what's wrong?"
She sighed and removed her hand, "sadly this is where we must part. While I dislike it, I am still close to the royal family, and as
such have a position up there. Felicia, could you help Antony find a seat?"
My Kitten shrugged, "sure, he can just sit with me and my family." Wait...my Kitten? Did I seriously...fuck!
"Thank you," she turned to me and nodded, "I hope we speak again after dinner Anthony," Silver smiled as she reached up and
placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving.
I blinked as I touched the check she kissed and watched her leave. Felicia smiled as she approached me, "she likes you. That's
rare. But then again not many men would be willing to insult the crown prince for her, so that's something."
I turned to Felicia, "yeah, but it's too bad my love life is so complex."
Felicia smiled back, "must be some girl if you're willing to give up the chance to bang a duchess."
I smiled at Felicia, "for that girl, I would be willing to give up banging a Goddess...but then again I may not have too. She would
probably join in."
Felicia laughed, "sounds like a woman after my own heart, come, I think I see my parents."
I looked and sure enough there they were. Walter and Valerie. The former I thought off as a deadbeat dad. The latter...well she
was just a bitch.
We approached the silver haired couple, both in each other's embrace and smiling happily as they did. Valeri was the first to
notice me as she smiled, a more...warmer one than what I have normally seen her have, "Felicia dear, you came just in time. And
who's your friend?"
"Mom, dad, this is Anthony Weatherman," Felicia motioned to me, "he's...a friend."
I nodded at the two adults, "Mr. and Mrs. Hardy."
"Oh please dear, call me Valerie," the woman smiled, from what I smelt, she actually felt...happy? God this is weird.
"Come, we must sit down, they are about to begin," Walter motioned as got to our seats and sat down. Walter had his wife to
one side and his daughter on the other while I sat next to Felicia. My stomach doing flips as I did.
I tried not staring at her, she outright ignored me, probably dismissing me as some love sick puppy or something. I forced
myself to look around, Nat would be pissed if she knew I lost focus of my surroundings for even one second.
The prince spared me a glance before he snarled and looked away. Silver was speaking in great detail to the woman to her
side, a friend most likely while a man with silver hair, like Silver's, sat to her right, I'm guessing he's her father.
The tabel began to fill up soon, though the head of the table and the rest to the right of it remained empty. Meaning the our
host, the king, and whoever he valued higher than his own brother, Silver's father, was missing.
I saw Felicia discussing something with her father, her words coming out quickly as they spoke in french, which I knew. So I
extended my hearing and listened in on their conversations.
"Something is changing in the political landscape," Walter said as he sipped his wine, "it seems a new player has come into
Symkaria and is changing things."
"They seems to be responsible for the royal family changing their view on their people," Felicia stated, "do you think it's them?"
Walter nodded and motioned or Silver, "that's what my sources say. Apparently the HYDRA base in Sokovia is sending an envoy
here tonight, we can finally get into that blasted thing tonight, if we play our cards right."
I gasped, immediately Felicia and her father stopped talking. The girl looked at me with narrowed eyes, "Tony? Are you okay?"
I nodded, "f-fine, just craving a cigaret, that's all."
She nodded nearly as she turned to her father and spoke again, "Silver said her people got us an entrance to help us get
inside, all we need is for the location. We move tonight, yes?"
"Yes...and the jewels?"
Felicia smiled as she turned back to her plate, "already replaced them with a fake." I drank from my glass to hide my smile,
that's my girl.
Suddenly the door was thrown open with a bang and the people all flinched silent. A man dressed in royal robes walked in, a
crown proudly displayed on his head as he did. And walking behind him was a smaller man with a monocle, black and green
robes and cut short and combed back.
I knew he was HYDRA, the color scheme and my gut screamed as much. Felicia and Walter also grew tense, their eyes watching
him as he passed by.
"Sorry we are late my friends and honoured guest," the King said as he and the HYDRA agent walked to the head of the table,
"but I happened to run into a peasant that was most insistent on making a royal statement."
"What did you do father?" the prince asked with a sadistic glee.
"I listened off course," the man smiled before it grew perverse, "and then had him sent to the cellars. Such impudence, the
rabel get bolder each day."
The entire room laughed, whether out of mirth or compulsion I didn't know. I noticed however Silver remained silent, and while
Felicia and her family did laugh, it was highly fake while I remained silent. The people didn't notice, but as Silver scanned the
room with a look of disgust on her face, she noticed my silence and smiled, a satisfied smirk grew on her features.
"Now then," the King stood at the head of the table causing the rest of us to stand up as a sign of respect, as they all raised a
glass "allow me to introduce the guest of the hour! Baron Von Strucker! Our chief supporter in the Sokovian war!"
The room applauded, I turned to Felicia, she had her eyes narrowed, so that's why she was here...nice to know.
Since this is the one year anniversary of this story, I figured, why the f not. That being said, please note that next week I will be
posting only a single chapter: CH 58 instead of the regualr two.
I worked hard on this chapter, I know after the months of being seperated from each other Peter and Felicia aren't just going
to get along, or even ever date. But, at the same time, this is where the story was leading, for him to eventually cross paths
with her again.
I have decided full out to have Jean and Felicia there in the pairing, no doudt about that, Felicia may be distant for a few
chapters, and Jean yet to come in, but that's my end goal. Anyway-enjoy!
P.s. MJ and Peter are finally together in the comics! Hip hip hooray! Dreams do come true! Finally, finally Peter can be happy
again! ARGH! So excited! Are you excited?! Am I!