Second chapter. Here we go. Hope you like.
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Laura Kinney, the mutant known as X-23, gloomily made her way back to the X-Men's Westchester base. She'd had to leave her lover for the months and months they'd been, Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man, asleep on his bed, her only farewell left in the form of a note explaining the usual: She had to return to her duty, etc. After a night of blissful lovemaking, her pager had buzzed and she had been forced to leave. All she could do on this kind of morning was whisper, "Good bye" in his ear, prompting a sleeping smile, and leave a soft, longing kiss on his cheek while she wished she could make him some nice breakfast.
Truthfully, she wished she could take a vacation from her X-duties and just spend time with Peter. In their short time together, Peter had taught her so much about life, about what it meant to be human (or close enough, given their powers). But mutants were in a rough period caused by the Scarlet Witch's tremendous freakout and she had to do everything she could to help those that had given her so much. She sighed. Still, Peter had given her quite a bit, too...
She opened the door to her room at the mansion to find Cessily Kincaid, Mercury, and Sooraya Qadir, Dust. "Hey, you're back!" Said Cessily cheerfully. "Perfect timing."
"Cessily, I do not think it wise-" Sooraya began.
"Is it true you're dating Spider-Man?"
Laura raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Never mind, Laura, she's just-" Sooraya attempted again.
"Oh my God, you totally are, aren't you?"
"Where did you hear of something like this?"
Cessily and Sooraya looked at each other, then back at Laura. "We, uh... heard it, just, around, y'know?"
Cessily's scent scent had changed to that of a liar. Laura would have words with Wolverine later. "You must not tell anyone, understand?" she said firmly.
"Yeah, yeah, of course!" said Cessily. "Ohmigod, this is so exciting. What's he like? Is he hot? Is he a bad guy, like they say?"
"No," she answered readily. She searched for the proper words to describe him. "He is kind. He is humorous. He is caring... and yes, he is 'hot,'" she added, unable to suppress a smirk.
"Wow," said Cessily. "That's so awesome."
"We are very glad for you, Laura," said Sooraya.
"Thank you. I like him very much. In fact, I think I..." she paused, her eyes widening at her epiphany. "I have to leave for a bit," she said, running out of the room to follow a certain scent.
Wolverine sat in a corner of the X-Mansion in front of the TV, a six-pack of beers next to him and a sandwich on his lap. Licking his lips, he muttered to himself, "I'm the best there is at what I do... and what I do best is watch the game and chug beer." As he was about to open his first can, he caught a scent approaching rapidly and Laura burst in, a panicked look on her face. "Laura? What's wrong? Say something!"
She slammed the door behind her. "I... I think I'm in love," she whispered.
Wolverine's mouth fell open just a little. "You mean, with...?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Laura... C'mere. Sit down," he said, patting the cushion next to him. "Sit." She plopped down on the couch, arms crossed, pouting. "Lemme guess... you're afraid that he'll be weirded out or won't love you back, right?" She nodded. "And you're afraid you might screw this up?" Another nod. "Well, Spider-Man may be an idiot-"
"No he is not."
"-And he may babble on endlessly-"
"I like that about him."
"But above all else, he's a good guy, and he won't abandon ya or get freaked out by somethin' like that. Now, don't go spreadin' this around, but... Darlin', ya made a good choice; a great choice, even. He'll take good care of ya."
She smiled, placing her arms around Wolverine and leaning her head against his chest. "Thank you, Logan" she whispered.
He patted her head affectionately. "Don't worry about it. But seriously, if ya go around tellin' people I said this... Haha, oh, it'd be bad." He smiled a somewhat maniacal smile. "Terrible."
"Do not worry," she replied, standing up. "I am good at keeping secrets."
Peter awoke from his blissful slumber to find himself yet again in an empty bed. On his nightstand he found a note labeled, "From Laura." He unfolded it and read,
"Peter,
I was unfortunately unable to stay with you today. I was called away by the X-Men. I will come back as soon as possible."
He sighed. "Stupid Cyclops," he thought, crumpling the note and rising from the bed. "They've already got Wolverine, and supposedly he's the best there is at what he does, judging by how often he says that. Isn't that enough? But I bet if she didn't go, the X-Men would be wiped out by the Purifiers or the Marauders or some sort of mutant hating nonsense, and that would be all my fault, just like everything else. Hey, there's another thing we have in common: everyone hates us, though people hate her as part of her race and me as, well, 'THAT WALL-CRAWLING MENACE.'"
Peter stretched, reaching for his costume. "Boy, she really gave it to me last night. Must be doing something right for a change." Sirens rang outside his window. "Well, off to work. Whoopee."
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Laura, in full X-Force gear, finished taking down the last of the few purifiers. Wolverine sniffed the air around her battle. "He ain't dead," he remarked, somewhat critically.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"He is useful to us if he is alive. I did not see fit to execute him."
"Uh-huh. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're turnin' soft on us."
"That is untrue."
He moved in close to whisper. "Right. Ever since you and the Spider started hookin' up, I been noticin' that you've started killin' less and less. He told ya about the whole 'Great power, great responsibility' crap, didn't he?"
"He did."
He leaned back. "Well. I ain't complainin'. That's exactly what a girl like you needs. Now go on, get outta here. Tell that jackass how y'feel." She nodded and turned, running back to her vehicle. "But I am grateful to Webs..." he thought, "For giving ya that which none of us ever could hope to give."
A few hours later, Peter was wrapping up a mugging. "Robbing an old lady with an AK-47?" he said, punching the webbed mugger's lights out. "That's like kicking a puppy. Down a flight of stairs. And into a sewer.... where it's eaten by alligators. Although at that point, it's more the alligator's fault, but, if you believe those stories, it could be the fault of some kid who didn't take care of it and flushed it so it mutated into a giant lizard, which I always found odd, because I know a thing or two about giant lizards. They're usually created by some scientist trying to regrow his arm with a freaky serum and then he hits me with the freakin' tail and I have to explain to my dentist how I loosened yet another molar and he's already looked at me funny for my last excuse - my girlfriend knocked it out during sex - but if he knew my girlfriend, whoo boy! She's-"
"Excuse me, Mister Spider-Man?" asked the old lady, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"I do believe he's been unconscious for at least thirty seconds."
"Huh?" he turned, finding that the thug had in fact been knocked out for a while. "Oh. I guess so. Here's your purse, anyway, ma'am."
"Thank you, Mister Spider-Man."
"No problem. Just doing my friendly neighborhood Spider-job," he said, waving to the little old lady as she walked away. Leaping, he shot a webline and began swinging back to his apartment. "Sheesh. My mouth was on overdrive there. Guess my mind's been on Laura too much, and when I get distracted, my mouth takes over. Unfortunate. But Laura's really great." He landed in the usual alley behind his apartment window. "She's smart, she's beautiful, she's adorable, she can hold her own in a fight... I mean, I'm starting to think that I- woah, Spider-Sense." The sound of a snikt behind him made him crouch slightly into battle stance. "Is Logan here to try and scare me again? This is like the fifth time this month." He turned. "Laura?"
"Hello, Spider-Man," she said, approaching him as she un-snikted.
"What's with the claws?" he asked, giving her a quick embrace.
"I triggered your Spider-Sense to get your attention."
"Oh. Pretty clever. Missed you today."
"I missed you as well. Shall we head up?"
"Yeah, sure. Just climb aboard, hotstuff."
As she was about to latch onto his back so that he could carry her up to his window, she stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes shot open. "Run," she commanded, panicked.
"What? Why?"
"Just do it!"
"But-" His Spider-Sensed tingled. He grabbed her and leapt out of the way of a grenade blast. "We're getting out of here, Laura!" he said, swinging from a web.
"No! You must drop me. They are here for me."
"'They'?"
"The Facility."
Peter remembered the horrors Laura had described to him about the Facility. "Then I'm definitely not letting you go. Like I said, we're getting the hell out of here!"
Suddenly, however, a flurry of knives cut through his web, causing them to fall haphazardly to the ground where a platoon of soldiers stood, surrounding them. "X-23! Come with us or we will force you to!"
"Please, run," she pleaded to Peter.
"Not a chance. I've let too many people in my life die, and you're definitely not going to be another one. We're both getting out of this alive." He launched a web at the soldiers in front of him while she leapt, claws drawn, at a group behind her. Peter couldn't help but notice that she was merely deactivating their tech, not killing them.
They took down more and more soldiers until only one remained. "You think you've won, X?" he said, lifting a light green vial and loading it into his gun. "Stand down."
Her eyes widened in fear and she began shivering. She glanced at Peter, then back to the soldier. Withdrawing her talons, she fell to her knees, her hands behind her head.
"Laura? What are you doing?!" Peter called, leaping in front of his girlfriend. "Get up! We've just got one guy left to hit!"
"Too easy, X," said the soldier, aiming and shooting the gun directly at Peter's back. His Spider-Sensed alerted him to the shot, but he refused to dodge for fear that it might hurt Laura instead. The vial cracked and the liquid splashed Peter's costume, soaking through to his skin.
"Nooo!" she cried, her voice flooded with tragedy. The soldier began to retreat.
Peter flinched, but the liquid seemed to have no negative affects. It wasn't burning, and if it was a toxin, his spider blood would easily take care of it. "Laura, I'm okay," he said. "Looks like it's just a bluff. C'mon, let's go after-"
Snikt.
Suddenly, his Spider-Sense blared in a dizzying intensity. Despite his swift dodge, he felt two slashes across her chest. "Laura? What the hell's the matter with you?" he asked, dodging a bladed kick. As he caught the sight of her blood red eyes, he understood. She'd told him about the trigger scent, the horrible liquid atrocity that had caused her to murder her beloved teacher, her mother, and almost what was left of her family. "My God..." he had said, "So, you'll kill anything that's doused with even a drop of this fluid?"
"Yes," she'd said, leaning him, her eyes closed in sorrowful remembrance, a frown on her full, soft lips.
"Even me?"
Her eyes had opened ever so slightly as her heart had thumped. "No... no matter what, I will never kill you."
Now, however, Peter wasn't so sure she could live up to her promise. In this state, from what she'd told him, she was several times more dangerous than before. "Gotta take this fight away from people. She'll hurt anyone who gets in the way of killing me." He leapt away from her while he got her with a web strand, pulling her along with him. "Ooh, what's wrong, baby? Is this for that time I called Logan smelly? I meant it in a good way! I mean, who doesn't like the sweet aroma of a KFC dumpster?" She lunged at him, roaring at the top of her lungs. "Well, you make a good point, sweetie. I apologize."
They neared an alley. "This should be safe enough. I don't want to hurt her... anything but that." "Laura, listen to me. You can break this. You're stronger than what they did to you." She sliced the fire-escape above him, causing it to collapse. He dodged. "It's me, Laura! It's Peter Parker! It's your boyfriend!" After cutting a section of a wall out, she kicked it at high velocity towards Peter, He webbed it out of his way. "Stop it, Laura!" He shot a web shot at her face, blinding her. "That should take care of her for a bit... wait, what's she doing?" She began clawing the webbing out, cutting deep gashes in her own face. "That was dumb. Stupid, Parker, very stupid. Maybe this will work." He webbed her legs and arms to the wall, applying a lot of fluid so that she wouldn't be able to break free. Desperate, he unmasked, not caring who might be around. He approached, grasping her smooth cheeks, the cuts already healed. Briefly, he noted the irony that even while she had murderous intent spilling out every pore, her skin was still as soft as ever.
"Laura," he said, looking into her enraged eyes. "Don't do this. Please... snap out of it!" Her expression didn't budge. "Please..." he said again, his resolve weakened. "This isn't you. This isn't the woman I love."
Suddenly, she froze. She was no longer trying to bite his face off. Peter raised an eyebrow. "This isn't the woman I love," he repeated, testing his hypothesis. The tension in her body dissipated somewhat. Her head tilted downward. She muttered something incoherently. "What did you say?"
"K-kill... me..." she said in a half-plea, half-growl.
"What? No!" he said, shocked.
"You... h-have to... I can already f-feel myself slipping."
"I can't... I won't do that, Laura!"
"If you don't... I will not be able to stop myself. I will ch-chase you until you are d-dead." She raised her head to reveal two thick streams of tears. "Please don't let me kill another person that I love!" she cried. "I... I don't..." She fell silent and began snarling at him again.
"Laura," he said, almost inaudible, as she finally freed herself from the webbing. "I love you with all my heart. If we don't both live through this, it's all for naught."
She fell on all fours and her eyes began shifting between blood red and emerald green. "My... name... is Laura Kinney!" she said, carving out several chunks of the ground manically. "That is the name... my mother, Sarah Kinney, gave me. It is not... X-23!" With one last anguished cry, she fell limp on the ground.
Peter rushed over to her, worried. "Laura?" he whispered.
She turned to look up at him, her beautiful eyes shining with green centers. "Hello, Peter."
He breathed a tremendous sigh of relief. "Thank God... I almost thought I'd lost you for a second there."
"I told you, did I not?" she said, tenderly, slowly running her fingers across his cheek. "I would never kill you, no matter what."
"Yeah, I suppose you did," he said, smiling. "C'mon, let's get you home," he said, reaching for his mask.
"Okay." They swung away, towards the apartment. "Peter," she mumbled, mid-swing.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for saving me... and for not giving up on me."
"Don't worry about it. If I didn't, who would cook me delicious breakfast all the time?" he joked.
She giggled softly. "Did you mean what you said, Peter?"
"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "I... these months we've been together, they've been absolutely fantastic. There's something about you that I recognize as.. almost familiar, like a kindred spirit. You've obviously had it worse than I have, but... I can't help but feel close with you, not just emotionally, but... well, I've never been much of a religious guy, but I feel you and I, when we're together, make things... 'whole.'"
She clutched Peter more tightly. The tiny sobs and light warmth on his chest told him that she was crying. "Th-thank you, Peter. I l-love you too... so very, very much."
As he smiled, touched at her simple yet loaded words, all he could think to do was hold her ever tighter.
At long last, they'd returned to the apartment. Laura's wounds had all closed up, and Peter's had begun to clot. After entering through the window, he gently rested her down on his bed, making sure to keep her hair out of her face. "You've had a rough day," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "Rest. There's plenty of time to have fun tomorrow."
She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips as she drifted into a well-deserved sleep. Peter's heart flooded with joy. "You know," he kept whispering, just loud enough so that only he could hear it, "When I first met you, I thought you were one of the scariest girls I'd ever met, and I've met quite a few in my heyday. Yes, I'm talking about Felicia Hardy. I mean, what's not to be frightened of? You were this small girl, all feral as you were back then, with Logan's claws, snarling teeth, and wearing that ridiculous Sabertooth getup. Boy, am I glad you shifted from that. You look much better in your punky-goth-esque clothes. But hey, We Fastball Special'd. That meant something. I mean, why do you think Wolverine and Colossus are so close?"
He stroked the back of her head, running his fingers through her long, sleek, silken hair. "Then, months ago, when you approached me again... Well, I was still afraid of you, at first. I mean, you appeared out of nowhere... and then you did something very few had ever done for me, for my Spider-Man side. You apologized. You were kind. What was most incredible was that you did it for the slightest foul. That... that is amazing. Spectacular."
"And I said my bit about power and responsibility, and how killing was wrong... and you called me noble. Now, for my philosophy, I've been called a bunch of things. 'Stupid.' 'Corny.' 'Fred,' though that was by a demented homeless man. But noble? That... was a new one. You looked so cute, that day - of course, you always look cute - with your bright smile, which used to be so rare back then, and the slightest hint of a blush on those cute cheeks of yours."
"So you kissed me. It was great. I was stunned, just utterly floored... and we spent our first night together, as one. Now that- that was a great night. After that, aside from the usual interruptions, it was smoooooth sailing. Little by little, I started to make you laugh, started to see you flash that wonderful smile, and in return, though I'd never ask, you taught me about your awful past. I could barely contain my rage at what those jerks did to you. And as you told me all that, you were struck with grief, yet you had this sort of... cathartic look on your face. You became my tragic angel."
"Now I've broken you of what you said was your greatest fear: the dreaded trigger scent. How 'bout that? I promise you that we'll get the scum that put that reaction in you. We will stop them. That level of cruelty ends at our hands." Discarding his gloves and webshooters, he put his hand to the soft curve of her jaw, planted a kiss on her cheek, and whispered, "I hope your dreams are better than this reality."
Deciding he wanted to shower, he stood, gingerly rubbing the healing double-slashes on his chest. Suddenly, he felt two small yet strong hands around his waist. "Do honestly you think you can just leave, Mister Parker?"
"You're awake?" he asked, feeling dumb at the obvious question. "You should rest. Your stress levels peaked today, and-"
"A healing factor is useful," she interrupted him. "It makes for excellent stamina recovery." He swiveled around. "Pants off," she ordered, a devious grin on her face.
"How do you want it?" he asked casually.
"Gentle, for now. I may change my mind."
"Aye aye," he said, leaning in to kiss her. She lunged first, crushing her soft lips against his, running her hands around his manly jawline. That oh-so familiar and yet still so incredible electric feeling rush through her. Her mouth opened, silently begging him for his tongue, that it may probe her, pleasure her. He was always so good with his movements, perhaps a reflection of his kind nature. One would think that after all the times they'd made love, she would have gotten used to it. Such was not the case. She moaned, loving the feeling of his tongue caressing hers.
"Next..." she instructed as they parted for air. That was his cue to remove her low-cut tanktop while she removed his uniform's top. He quickly obliged, casting off the obstructing garments and groping her breasts with his surface-sensitive hands. Groaning softly at his touch, she spoke softly, "Rougher, now..." He nodded, his heart pounding excitedly. His his face reached down to her ample busom. Her chest wasn't overly large, but it wasn't flat at all. It was perfect; just right. He applied his mouth to her nipple, sucking lightly at first, then more forcefully. She gasped, her expression turned to a smile. As soon as he applied his teeth, she shrieked, her hands balled into fists from pleasure. Quickly, she began to repay the favor; her hands, working faster than ever, ran all over his body, pressing the trigger points just enough to send erotic energy through him.
Peter drew a sharp breath, forcing him to concentrate in order to not lose his focus on the task at hand (or mouth, as it would have it). Feeling the need to finish quickly, he ran his spidery fingers down her perfectly built abdomen, sending a flurry of butterfly kisses all the way down to her bellybutton and past it, right to the waistline of her pants. Pushing her to lie on the bed, he nearly tore her pants in two and applied his efforts to her lower half. His fingers glided along her inner thighs, causing her to shudder in need.
"Please, Peter... please do it!" she squeaked. Peter knew what she wanted. Activating his Spider-sense, he placed his finger to her clitoris and imagined sticking to a wall. The resulting vibrations from his finger sent her into a world of pure ecstasy. "Oh God. Oh my God!" she cried. "Now, Peter, finish it! Fuck me!" There it was, he thought with a smile. Her mind had broken down into desire. Silently, he laid down in front of her and gestured. Understanding, she gently settled down, impaling herself on his large, erect manhood. They began their thrusting.
Suddenly, Laura felt a burst of emotion. Ever since she began seeing Peter, she'd felt her range of emotions open up. She discovered feelings about memories she'd had... however, for every happy memory she had, three unhappy memories surfaced. She revisited her traumatic childhood, reliving the memories of all the torture that she endured...
... And she began crying, right as she and Peter were making love. "They... they were so horrible to me," she whimpered.
"I know," he said, proceeding on while listening attentively.
"They b-beat me, and-and-and they irradiated me to make my claws grow, and sawed my bones and applied the adamantium without anesthetic, and left me to die all the time, and b-broke every bone in my body over and over." The tears flowed in streams.
"That's horrible..."
"And they called me 'animal,' but I don't think even animals get treated this bad."
"They don't."
"They made me kill my sensei, the first person to be kind to me! They made me... they made me kill my mommy! I loved her, Peter, I loved her so much, and... she died by my hand! I spilled her blood!" She sobbed, yet continued thrusting harder and harder.
"It wasn't your fault," he reassured her.
"I know... I know, but I can't help but think that I could have stopped it... please, Peter, please help me feel better. Please, climax with me..."
"You got it," he thought, and with one final thrust, she came like a hurricane, jettisoning Peter into his own orgasm.
His ended far before hers and so he watched as hers tore through her body. "Oh Goooooodd!" she screamed. "I love you, Peter Parker!" Eventually, she collapsed on him, panting to the point of almost wheezing.
"I love you too, Laura Kinney."
Just like that, she was back to her usual speech. "Thank you, Peter. I am sorry for that..." she said soothingly, gently tracing the gashes across his chest.
"You don't ever need to apologize for something like that. I love you, and as long as we have that, we're unbreakable."
"Yes... Thank you."
After a short silence, he said, "By the way, there's someone... special I want you to meet tomorrow."
"Okay."
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"Oh, hello, Peter, you're just in time," said Aunt May, "I have some wheatcakes served, and- well, who is this?"
"Hey, Aunt May," he said and turned to gesture to Laura. "This is Laura Kinney, my... girlfriend. Laura Kinney, this is my Aunt May."
"It is a pleasure to meet you," she said pleasantly, extending her hand. "Peter has told me so much about you. From what I hear, you are a wonderful woman."
May reached out to grasp Laura's hand. "Why, thank you. It is nice to meet you, too. Peter has good taste in women, but I see you're quite the pick!"
"May!" Peter said embarrassedly, half-feigned.
"What? It's true."
"Peter and I met while he was photographing the ESU classes for a piece in Front Line. I am currently in my second year of med school." Such was the lie they'd concocted, though Peter vowed to eventually tell May of Laura's mutant status.
May smiled. "Is that right? Peter went to ESU. But a second-year resident? You look so young!"
Laura smiled. "I hear that a lot."
"So does she. Isn't that right, you charming little minx?" said Peter in a nervous attempt at a joke.
"Oh, Peter. You flatter me so much," said May. "Now - Laura, was it? - why don't you come in and have some wheatcakes and freshly squeezed orange juice?"
"I would love some," she said, stepping towards the kitchen.
May stayed back with Peter for a moment and whispered to his ear, "Oh, I like her. She's a keeper, Peter."
Peter grinned. "Glad you think so. I agree... I'm gonna keep her as long as I can."
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Later, Cessily and Sooraya hid outside Laura's and Sooraya's room, putting their ears to the door. "I think she's in there with Spider-Man!" said Cessily, excited.
"How do you know? Spider-Man would not likely come here unmasked," Sooraya replied.
"I saw a little flicker when she put his hand in his. It must be an image-changer that reacted to the adamantium on her claws!"
"So they are in there, now?"
"Yeah! We should sneak a peek."
"I do not believe that is wise, Cessily..."
"Aw, c'mon. We'll be really sneaky about it."
"That is sort of my point... She can likely hear us, anyway"
Inside the room, Peter deactivated part of his holo-projector, revealing only his mask. "So, this is your place, huh?" he asked, inspecting it. He smiled at the fact that she had a poster of Spider-Man on her wall.
"Yes. Thank you for being here. Cyclops insisted I stay here in case something bad happens," she said, putting her arms to his face, lifting the mask just enough to have access to his mouth. "I very much appreciate it."
"Hey, I'd do anything for you, you know that." He leaned in for a kiss.
Meanwhile, in the security room, Logan watched Laura's room intently. He'd decided would murder Spider-Man instantly if he pulled anything funny. He squinted as Peter leaned in for a kiss... and suddenly reached behind him, shooting a web at the camera. "Damn him and his common sense," Logan grumbled.
After Peter had fired his webbing, Laura lifted his mask a little further, just so that she could look into his eyes. The two enjoyed a nice, gentle kiss, not wanting to get into anything too heavy here. Fully engrossed in the quality of their contact, they did not notice the sudden swooshing sound of sand, the splashing sound of liquid metal, or the click of a camera.
Outside the window, Cessily and Sooraya gazed at their victory. "Cessily, you promised we would destroy the picture immediately after we viewed it..."
"We will, don't worry. I just wanna see Laura's taste in guys... I mean, she only ever liked Julian, otherwise." The polaroid developed quickly, revealing Peter's face as he pleased Laura with his lips. "No way..."
"Oh my..." said Sooraya.
"He's... he's..." she gulped. "He's totally cute!"
"Now may we destroy it?" Sooraya asked.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead." With a flick of her wrist, Sooraya's sand appeared and tore the picture to unrecognizable shreds. "Wow. So Laura's dating a really cute, really nice guy. That's lucky."
"I believe she deserves a bit of good fortune after what she has gone through in life."
"Yeah, no kidding."
Emma Frost walked by Laura's room and detected an anomaly in her mind. "What?" she thought. "The psychological path of the trigger scent has been greatly altered... instead of it leading to incredible anger and brutality, it leads to... Spider-Man and joy? Impossible. Not even I could have removed such strong conditioning..."
Laura, of course, had felt Emma poking around in her brain. She smiled. She wanted the world to know what Peter had done for her. She wanted to celebrate her new life as much as she could. She wanted to give thanks for the greatest gift she had ever been given: humanity. Because once, she was a brutal killing machine named X-23 who cared only for the mission and had forgone emotion. Now, she had become a loving, happy woman capable of reaching her full emotional spectrum, and all because she had met and fallen in love with such an emotionally powerful, wonderful guy... named Peter Parker.
The ever-lovin' end.