The White Queen

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At a family meeting, somewhere in the future...

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Tracing model; Karl Urban

LOGAN WITH A CIGAR

Excerpt: Secret Invasion Part 2

- “I hate when ya’s behind the wheel.” Logan groaned as Scott ‘commandeered’ a vehicle from some locals and sped through the bridge.

- “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Scott exclaimed furiously, swerving left and right without losing his momentum “We were supposed to keep low and gather information!”

- “Cut me some slack, Scott; Creed showed up outta nowhere, what do ya think would happen?” Logan took what little opportunity he got to finish the cigar with deep inhales, filling his lungs with toxin.

- “You never won against Creed, don’t you think I know what this is about?” Scott questioned in a matter-of-fact tone, tutted with irritation. “We are on a mission, goddamnit! You are expected to follow orders!”

- “I’m not ur soldier, Summers, don’t forget it.”

- “But you are my team! And I can’t lead a team who never listens to me.”

- “Well, shit outta luck, Mister.” Logan dismissed with irritation.

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- “…you guys bickered like a divorced couple,” Peter interjects after a moment of silence, uncomfortably sandwiched between three women in the back; it helps that Kitty was not that different than Gwen in body size.

- “Shut it!/Shut ya mouth!” the two in the front growled at the vigilante, while Anna-Marie and Kitty giggled.

“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.

WTH was Spidey?! Foggy would at least made it to the hospital on webs instead 🥲🥲🥲

"Come, Chère"

A VERY rough sketch of these southern flirts

Uncle Spider and his little wolverine