"Come, Chère"

"🅹🆄🆂🆃 🆅🅸🅶🅸🅻🅰🅽🆃🅸🅽🅶 …🅸🅻🅻🅴🅶🅰🅻🅻🆈"

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“…What was that for?” Peter whispered to her, nuzzling his nose against Kate’s.

“Making up for lost times,” Kate replied in kind, pulling him back in again for another kiss, deeper and softer than the one before, yet still filled to the brim with unspoken emotions “…I still love you, Pete.” She said with a teary smile “I love you, and I don’t know if you will accept it or not, but I still love you.” she poured her heart out in front of him and laid it bare on the metaphysical plate as her eyes search for that lingering flame her hopeful mind desperately desired to see. “Namor’s lie almost made me choke on regrets; I don’t wanna feel like that again.” She kept going, her hands caressing his face softly and playing with the stubbles “I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker.” His full name rolled off her tongue like a full-moon honey, eliciting a dorky smile on that face she adores so much “I love you.”

“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster”

It's too hot lately, right?

“So, you guys definitely came from an alternate reality,” Peter addressed with a welcoming smile as he seated on a couch opposite the Web Warriors (they insisted) while presenting Susan’s best tea blends and some freshly baked cookies courtesy of Mister Grimm; that giant was a miracle worker when it comes to cooking. “I met some of the other Peters before, years ago. It's usually not a good sign when you meet with your alternate variants, kinda like running into a doppelganger or something; supposed to bring bad luck.” He attempted to lighten the atmosphere a little. “Relax, please; everyone here knows I’m Spider-Man, and the Future Foundation is closed for the holidays, we won’t be interrupted, I promise.” Just then, the elevator dings and reveals the rest of the occupants to the gathered Spider-Persons. “Ah, excuse me a little bit,” he got up in a jump and jogged towards the blondes walking out of the shaft accompanied by a man with salt-and-pepper hair, a stone-skinned giant, and a little toddler with strawberry-brown hair hooking her little hand to the pregnant blonde’s. “Couldn’t even wait, huh?” Peter teased the petite blonde who was glued to the pregnant woman’s side to support her in walking. “Hey, Valeria.” He greeted the toddler who beamed back at him with her missing tooth grin.

“Aw! That’s little Val!” Cindy commented as Peter; her Peter, produced a smile at seeing the alternate version of his surrogate niece.

“Dada!” the girl announced with a giddy voice, and it made the 616-Peter choke on his tea, followed along by the Ultimate and Spider-UK while Silk covered her mouth with a gasp.

Ghost-Spider widened her lenses at the call, but mostly at the petite blonde who gave her a sense of curiosity; an action that was mimicked intensely by the woman.

“But Reed and… What…How did you even have the time to…” Peter-616 whined with confusion and disbelief on his face as he gestured toward Hawkeye, Black Cat, and apparently, a pregnant Susan Storm whom his counterpart managed to have relationships with at the same time without it turning into a shit fest “Wasn’t you a Spider-Man in this reality?!”

“Oh, he is,” The sunflower-blonde answered with a scoff “Annoyingly so, but you know, he’s not the only superhero around.” She shrugged her shoulders and helped Susan purchase a seat on the single recliner nearby. She returned her attention to the red-and-blue variant of her fiancé “Ever heard of scheduling or team management?”

Peter-616 was about to protest but then when he analyzed her words carefully, he shut his mouth and settled into the couch with a slouch with Cindy firmly rubbing his upper back sympathetically.

Gwen-65 smirked under her mask, finding the fiery petite blonde amusing; especially the way that the woman expertly shut Spider-Man up effectively with a single sentence.

Love me some Black Cat

Love her

What if somehow Illyana got her soulsword destroyed, and in the verge of death Kitty and her bond melded to create a new blade more powerful than before?

The blade is as strong as the soul creating it, right? Now with two souls intertwined, it should be unbreakable!

Wade: I'm so sorry about how things didn't work between us, you know? You are one of the best--

Yelena: What in the actual fuck are you doing at my sister's grave?

Wade: WE WERE MARRIED!!

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