A/N: Phew... Sorry it took so long for me to post this. First school finals, then I was out of town for a week. Anyway, this is the second to the last chapter, and I know I shouldn't delay. Thanks again to everyone who read, reviewed, and added this story to their alerts and favorites. Here it is-

HOMECOMING

Nadia stepped out of her room, her mother and grandmother turning to look at her.

"Well, look at you." Renny smiled widely. "Tony has Howard's sense of style, I'll tell you that." Her expression turned wistful for a moment.

The youngest Capelli brightened and gave a turn. "Don't give Tony all the credit though. I'm sure Pepper had a hand in this." She chuckled. She was in a burgundy dress, the hem ending a few inches above her knees. The belt at her waist, her leggings, and ankle boots were black. Gold buckles accented her belt and footwear.

The three mentally agreed that Tony probably pushed for a hot rod red instead of the deep wine colored one she now had.

"Vain as always." Anya sighed at the color scheme.

Nadia groaned, "Mom…"

After a moment, the woman shook her head and gave her daughter a small smile. "Yes, I know. He's trying." Anya tucked the stray strands of Nadia's hair behind her ear. The young woman's hair was in a simple high ponytail.

"My girls." Renny stepped forward and hugged the two. They all relished the moment before she stepped back. "I know I've always been strict about pictures with the three of us together, but I think we should start taking a few. It's a big night for you, after all, Nadia."

Yes… tonight was the crucial confrontation between Peter and Toomes. The youngest Capelli was only there to make sure nothing out of the ordinary happened… well… aside from the inevitable fight.

The three Capellis stood close together, Renny casting a spell to make the camera hang in the air when she let go.

Renny pulled her silver ponytail over her shoulders, grey blue eyes sparkling as she put her arms around her girls, lips in a wide grin.

Anya looked so much like a younger version of her mother, even when she stood almost a whole head taller. Long, ash brown hair flowing down her back, a smile in her blue eyes even when her lips were only slightly quirked.

Nadia grinned as wide as her grandmother. Her dark hair and hazel eyes so different from the two women beside her and her facial features a little more like her father's.

The camera clicked, capturing the moment in a polaroid.

It was the first and only picture of the three of them together.

Nadia pulled on her black blazer when the night began to fall. She stood by the long buffet table beside the punch bowl, observing the dance floor filling with Midtown High students. A band was playing loudly in the background and multicolored lights were flashing.

After a while, the young woman spotted Ned talking with Michelle and Abraham by the dance floor. It was the girl who spotted Nadia by the long buffet table. Nadia waved and smiled, Michelle turned to Ned and tapped his shoulder, pointing.

The boy jumped a bit when he looked over his shoulder, Nadia walking towards their group with a wide grin.

"Nadia!" Ned greeted, surprise clear on his face. "Not that it's not nice to see you, but why are you here? Nice outfit…" He examined the A-line dress that the young woman was wearing for a moment. "I thought Peter asked Liz…" He muttered.

Nadia immediately put her hands up, glad that the rest of the group didn't hear Ned's last comment over the loud music. "I'm just here to chaperone." She said slightly nervously. "I hope none of you are planning to spike the punch."

The boys chuckled. Michelle shrugged. "So you're Nadia, huh? You know Peter and Ned always talk about you? It's kinda creepy."

Abraham spoke up. "They say you make really good cookies. I didn't go to the bake sale a few months ago."

Ned stepped in to properly introduce his friends. "Nadia, this is Michelle, and this is Abe. They're part of the decathlon team, too."

Nadia smiled, "Nice meeting you guys." She shook their hands and exchanged a high five with Abe. "It's good to finally put a few faces to Ned and Peter's team mates. And, lucky for you, Ned can bring some of those cookies. I'm sure I can make an extra batch for the team. It'll be a late "congratulations" to you guys for winning the nationals." The young woman winked.

Abe pumped a fist. "Finally! I snuck one from Peter a long time ago and I couldn't get over them. Thank you!" He praised.

The young woman laughed. "You guys enjoy yourselves, okay? I better go do my rounds. Chaperone and all." She shrugged.

"See you, Nadia." The group chorused.

She only made a few steps away before Ned tapped her shoulder. "Did Peter tell you he asked Liz?"

Nadia had a cheshire grin on her face. "Considering I got him the corsage for Liz, yes." She chuckled.

"So you guys are… uhhh… okay now?" Ned asked, concerned. "I kinda noticed how weird he was for a while and that he was sorta avoiding you."

Nadia's grin softened into a gentle smile. "We're okay, Ned. There's nothing to worry about. I'm really rooting for him and Liz."

"That's good." He paused to check his phone. "He's running a bit late though. I really hope he didn't get too nervous. He's had a crush on Liz for forever." Ned rambled. "Did he text you?"

Nadia shook her head. "You shouldn't worry, Ned. I'm sure he'll get here. Now you get! I can't be chatting with students for too long. One of your teachers is already giving me the stink eye." Nadia nudged him towards his friends.

"Oh! Right. Okay. See you, Nadia." Ned gave one last wave before trotting back to where his friends were standing.

The young woman walked back to inspect the buffet table before doing her rounds. Back, close to the dance floor, the decathlon team discussed their encounter.

"She's nice. You said she found Peter's backpack?" Abe asked.

"Yeah. That's how Peter met her. Her dog chewed up his bag and ran away with it. Nadia replaced it and May invited her to stay over at their apartment for dinner." Ned answered.

"Flash has been jealous since he saw her at Liz's party. He keeps teasing Peter about Nadia being his babysitter. I think Flash still does because he thinks it's unfair that a college girl spends so much time with someone he thinks he's better than." Michelle looked at Nadia who had moved closer to the stage where a band was playing.

The lady seemed familiar. Especially her voice. Did she meet her before? The bake sale maybe…

Peter wished he had one of Nadia's cord bracelets right now. He had to keep it together. He couldn't freak out.

The teen had frozen for a second when the man with the wings answered the door to Liz's house.

He did everything to act normally, but the only thoughts rushing through his head were how he needed to take the head honcho of the weapons dealers down… but it was Liz's dad…

The man with the wings was Liz's dad!

Peter barely noticed his date's dress and he couldn't muster a smile when her mom took pictures. Then… they were in a car and a dangerous criminal was driving them to homecoming.

When he thought things couldn't get any worse, the worst thing that could have happened, did.

Toomes figured it out…

'Nadia…' Peter thought hard. A cold sweat was forming on his forehead. He wished his partner really was clairvoyant or psychic, but after a few desperate moments of just mentally calling out to her, he knew he was on his own for now. He had to think and act fast.

Liz left the car and the teen vigilante was left with Toomes.

A chill ran down his spine when the man with the wings gave him a threatening smile.

'I'll kill you and every-one you love…'

The teen subtly dropped his phone on the floor just as he left the car.

"Spiderboy…"

Nadia's eyes tracked Peter as he wandered through the doors. He looked dazed. Hs friends had noticed him, even gave him a wave.

That was the moment that the teen seemed to have come to a decision. Determination and regret filled his eyes. He stopped walking toward his friends, apologized to Liz, and raced off.

Liz's stance in the middle of the dance floor, shoulders dropping, hurt and confusion all over her face… Nadia felt sad for her… and for Peter too. This was supposed to be a dream night for a teenager- dressing up for homecoming, dancing with a sweet and charming date, and hanging out with friends…

Peter was determined to protect the people important to him, though… Unfortunately, this wasn't the time for him to try and be a regular teen.

Nadia realized she had been contemplating a little too long and did her best to slip away unnoticed by anyone in the gym.

By the time she jogged through the doors to the school halls, away from any prying eyes, and conjured a portal to the roof of the building overlooking the parking lot, Peter was flying through the air and hitting the side of a bus. The metal bent at the impact.

A wave of anger hit her and she immediately jumped down, putting herself between the teen and the man who punched him. The thug was already rearing for another hit. She barely got a shield up to block the blow. It only lessened the impact. Her arms snapped back painfully and the barrier shattered.

The young woman growled through the pain, fingertips once again lighting up with mystic energy. Green magic sparked at the edges.

"Hmmm… so I'm guessing you're the Wraith, huh?" The man shook his head as his fist crackled. "Another teenager trying to play hero-"

He grunted as a glowing orb hit him square in the stomach and knocked him to the ground. The force of it made him roll across the asphalt.

"Villains just love to monologue, don't they?" Nadia scowled, before turning to Peter. Her expression immediately turned concerned and she crouched beside the teen on the ground.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Peter mumbled, shaking his head and shoulders trying to recompose himself. He felt off kilter.

Nadia put a hand on his shoulder to help steady him, "Stay still-"

"But we need to-"

Nadia glared at the boy. "This'll only take a moment."

Her hand glowed gold after an incantation. "You can't fight bird man if you're not-" Her fingertips were hovering over his head and abdomen for all of three seconds before the two heard a snap and crackle, interrupted by a thwip.

Ned stood ten feet away. A completely dumbfounded look was plastered on his face and Peter's web shooters were in his hands.

"Nice shot!" Peter cheered, bouncing up and tugging the web line. He pulled his shooters from his friends and quickly secured them to his wrists. It took just a split second for him to fire more shots at the thug to stick him to the side of the bus.

Ned gawked. "Wraith… Oh my God! Nadia's the Wraith! Everything makes so much sense now." He gushed.

"Ned! Ned! The guy with the wings is Liz's dad." Peter tried talking over the other teen.

"What?-" Ned cut himself off when he noticed how Peter was slightly doubled over. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Peter said as confidently as he could, straightening. "We gotta call Happy Hogan, he's Mr. Stark's head of security. And get a computer and track my phone for me!"

Ned nodded quickly. He sensed the urgency of the situation and held back the questions he wanted to fire when Nadia stepped beside Peter. A wave of magic swapped her dress for a set of robes and a white porcelain mask materialized in her hand.

"Hurry! We gotta catch him before he leaves town!" Peter instructed.

"Alright." Ned replied, gaze flicking between his best friend and the female vigilante who placed the mask over her face, a blue glow obscuring her eyes.

"Get going, Peter. I'll track you with this." She conjured a black cord around his wrist. "I'll make sure punchy is secure then I'll be right behind you."

Peter nodded quickly and jumped up onto a street light and swung away.

Nadia looked at his disappearing figure for a second then turned to Ned. She unlocked her phone before tossing it to the teen. "Here, Ned! This'll make things easier."

He looked down at the Stark phone in his hands. "Oh my gosh… Wraith's phone!" The teen shook a bit.

The female vigilante snapped her fingers in front of Ned's face. "I'm still Nadia, Ned. I promise I'll answer your questions later. Now, go!" The young woman couldn't help but bark as she conjured a spell to secure the thug and knock him out.

Ned pulled out of his trance and nodded quickly, running off in the direction of the computer lab. He threw one last look over his shoulder at Nadia… the Wraith.

Wow… Just wow! He was unbelievably lucky to be friends with not one, but TWO superheroes! That was absolutely awesome!-

"Focus, Ned!" He berated himself, quickening his pace. There would be a time to fanboy later.

Nadia approached the man glued to the side of the bus. He sneered at her. She sighed. Money and greed did terrible things to people.

A few seconds later and the thug was knocked out. Nadia was muttering another spell. The Capellis had nicknamed it the Pensieve charm.

The young woman put her hands on the man's temples as the words of the incantation left her lips. As she slowly pulled her fingers away from his head, a translucent silvery strand followed.

Memories.

Specifically, those of him seeing Ned and Nadia and hearing their names. Peter, thanks to his mask, was still anonymous to this person. Still… she pulled the name of Midtown High and muffled Peter's voice in the man's memories.

Looking down at the information literally cupped in her hands, she muttered one more word. She knew just how dangerous even the little details could be in the wrong hands.

The silvery strands seemed to catch fire, then fizzle out of existence.

That was that.

It was time to meet up with Peter.

::Why do you have this phone, kid?:: Happy sounded shocked and annoyed.

"Uh… the Wraith… Nadia… She gave it to me to call you. Please-"

::What? She knows she can't just give this number to anyone. Hanging up-::

"Sir, it's important! She and Peter might need-"

::Wait… Spiderkid and Sparkles? Are they trying to go after the weapons dealers again? No, wait…:: A bark of a chuckle came through the line. ::Sparkes isn't irresponsible. You're pulling my leg, kid. Bye.::

The line went dead and Ned gaped for a second. He quickly shook himself out of it. Peter needed a guy in the chair, and unfortunately, they weren't getting any backup from Mr. Hogan or Ironman.

Peter's wrist grew warm and he glanced at it for a split second before he noticed sparks forming a ring above the passenger seat.

Nadia jumping through startled him a bit and made the car swerve.

"Peter! Steady now!" The young woman laughed a bit. "You should have expected me."

::Nadia's there?:: Ned's voice spoke out from the phone Peter had commandeered from Flash.

"Yeah. She just portalled onto the passenger seat." Peter replied, focusing again on his reckless driving.

::So cool- Oh! You're there already! Turn right! Right!::

Peter turned the wheel sharply, making the tires screech and lift off the ground. The car overturned.

Nadia conjured a quick shield over herself while Peter instinctively jumped out of the vehicle.

"Nadia!" He cried, immediately rushing to the wrecked car. The young woman stuck her hand up and the teen pulled her to her feet.

"I'm fine." She assured, brushing herself off. "Come on. We have a canary to catch."

Peter smiled underneath his mask. Nadia was alright.

The magic user's nerves were getting to her. The moment was close. She knew it. She could feel it too.

The sight of the computer screens and the metal wings propped up on a platform didn't help.

She and Peter were sneaking through the building and they could hear someone tinkering with something at the room in the far end.

Nadia paused, clenching her fists. If she followed Peter… She wasn't sure she had the control to just talk. She itched to just tackle Toomes to the ground when she saw him. Use her magic to incapacitate the man before the particular moment she'd seen in the archives broke her heart for real. She wanted nothing more than to just stop it, but it was key to Peter's character development.

Somebody! I'm down here! Please! P-Please help!...

A sob echoed in her memory.

"Nadia?" Peter looked back at her still standing by the screens. Glad her mask obscured her eyes, the young woman looked away, seemingly looking at the computers. Her nails were practically digging into her palms now.

Not trusting her voice, she pointed at the screens and gestured for him to go down ahead.

Peter hesitated, but nodded in understanding when he saw Nadia touch one glass monitor with a hand and made it spark and shut off.

He nodded. It was good thinking. If anyone else happened to find this data, they might use it against Mr. Stark.

Peter swung down to the lower level and disappeared through the entrance to another section of the building.

Nadia bit her lip.

Her hands shook as she mechanically destroyed each unit. She had to clench her fists again when she could hear the voices of both Peter and Toomes echo from the other room.

When the wings roared to life on their platform and crashed through the wall, Nadia couldn't stay still any longer. She jumped down and sprinted through the hole in the concrete.

One portal.

Just one portal and her little brother in practically everything but blood wouldn't have to experience a trauma like-

"I'm sorry, Peter."

"What are you talking about? That thing didn't even touch me yet!" The teen said loudly.

Toomes shrugged. Then he said the words that Nadia was dreading. "True. But then again, I wasn't really trying to."

The sound of cracking concrete and the building collapsing in on itself made her leap as close as she could to Peter. Without even thinking, her hand shot up.

Peter looked up at the mass plummeting down, lenses going wide. His arms shielded his head before darkness descended and dust concealed everything.

Pain…

Pressure…

Then again…

It was much less than Peter expected from the entire floor of a building falling on him.

He breathed in and out. The dust made him cough, choke, and feel like he was barely getting any air.

A green glow dissipated as he looked to his right. Squinting, he could see a large piece of concrete that seemed to hold up the heaviest debris from entirely crushing him into the ground. He felt extremely grateful, but he was still pinned.

Bracing his arms on the ground, he tried to push up and free himself. The debris was too heavy though.

"Nadia!" He wheezed out loudly.

She probably portalled out before everything fell apart. She'd find him.

"Nadia! Help! I'm down here! I-I can't move!" His ears were ringing a bit. Moments passed by like an eternity and he continued to suck in air like he couldn't breathe.

Where was she? She should have found him by now.

A shift and scrape grabbed his attention and he did his best to twist his head to the left. His breath caught in his throat.

Nadia was splayed out on the ground ten feet from him. Her mask was cracked, exposing one eye scrunched closed from the blood that was trickling from a gash in her hairline. Her arms were bent, glowing hands facing upwards. She shook as she strained with a half-baked spell that was barely keeping a large piece of concrete from crushing her.

"Oh God, Nadia! Hang on!"

Frantically, Peter pushed up ono his arms again, trying to lift the concrete that was pinning him. It was difficult. He strained hard, but it didn't budge.

Peter heard Nadia let out a muffled huff and whimper. It didn't take a magic user to tell that her spell was close to failing.

Panicking even more, he scratched uselessly at the ground. "Help! Help, please! Someone!" His voice cracked and he was beginning to hyperventilate.

Nadia couldn't hold on forever.

When he looked down, he caught sight of his own mask. It was half submerged in a puddle of murky water, his face looking back up at him.

If you're nothing without the suit, maybe you shouldn't have it.

He could do it.

He could.

Even without the suit, because he was Spiderman. Peter Parker was… is Spiderman.

If he could almost hold together an entire ferry, then he could move some concrete debris.

He took a deep, steadying breath and tried again. He pushed harder.

"Come on, Peter! Come on, Spiderman!"

Nadia had come through all the time for Peter. Wraith had come through all the time for Spiderman.

She needed him. It was his turn to come through for her.

"Come on, Spiderman!"

Peter groaned and yelled at the immense effort, but slowly, surely, the concrete on his back moved.

"Gah!" He pushed it off and he was safe.

Immediately, his body still thrumming with adrenaline, he turned to Nadia and shot two weblines at her side. He pulled just as her arms buckled and the weight she was holding crashed to the ground.

Dust filled the air again.

Nadia choked on a scream.

Peter had pulled her away just in time.

Fast…

But not fast enough.

Half of Nadia's leg was still caught under the concrete when it fell.

Peter shot to her and carefully lifted the chunk of debris while Nadia dragged herself out backwards. She winced and hyperventilated. She was doing her best to keep her tears in check. She sucked in a breath when she ripped her pant leg open.

"Nadia… Your leg-" Peter's eyes widened as he took in the cuts and the growing bruises. His sister figure wasn't enhanced like he was.

"It's okay, Peter." She said hoarsely. "I-I can deal with it." She paused, letting out a slow breath. "It'll just take time you don't have to… hover. Go! Your priority is Toomes. He'll get a lot more people hurt if he gets his hands on anything on that plane." Nadia hissed and huffed between every few words, doing her best not to vocalize her pain.

"I… but… o-okay." Peter said hesitantly, giving a shaky nod before he started away. "I'll be back, I-I promise." He said, before turning and forcing himself to exit the building quickly.

"No! I'll… I'll catch up to you!" She called after him, though she wasn't sure if he heard her.

Looking down at her badly injured leg, she grit her teeth. She bit down hard on her lip as she checked for broken bones. Thank the gods for the shielding charms on her robes, nothing was broken.

However, there were definitely several hairline fractures and some very nasty bruises. This still wasn't considered a back-up worthy emergency though, so she didn't need to worry her mother or grandmother.

Taking a deep breath and concentrating, she muttered a long spell as she gestured over her injuries. Her shaking hands glowed with her words. Heat bloomed within as magic mended bones and muscle. A soothing cool then covered her skin, lightening the bruises.

When she was done, she stood up gingerly. Putting all her weight on the uninjured leg, she slowly put her other foot down stepping on it.

Sore…

Definitely sore.

A complete understatement…

But she could walk on it. Sort of…

The magic would take a little more time to settle. She cast a regeneration charm after all. Her leg would need a little longer to heal properly. Besides, she needed what was left of her reserves of mystical energy for more spells. A complete healing spell would have taken a very significant amount of magic.

Now…

Peter was most likely in the air with Toomes. She should check the beach. Make sure it was clear and make a perimeter so that one would get caught in the crash or endanger themselves trying to sneak a peek at the upcoming fight.

She'd have to find a good vantage point to conjure the barrier.

"Please turn, please turn!" Peter frantically pulled at the wing of the plane as it began its descent. Around his wrist, the black cord bracelet warmed up again.

No!

Nadia was badly hurt. She shouldn't be coming up here.

He continued pulling and looked for the portal that would form. "Nadia! No!" He tried to warn her away, but he heard a grunt and the thump of boots on metal.

The wingtips began to glow and the plane shifted even more. Nadia crouched low and kept her arms spread out to try and control the plane as best she could.

"Peter!" She screamed when his web snapped and he tumbled back, barely grabbing on to the wing to keep himself from falling.

When Nadia looked to the front again, her eyes widened at the site of a tall tower. The plane was going to hit.

She abruptly turned the plane just enough to miss it before the plane hit the ground.

Nadia could hear Peter yelling from his precarious position and again, she leapt towards him.

She grabbed onto the teen in a tight hug just as he lost his grip. A cocoon of magic shielded them from the worst impact as they hit the ground. However, they tumbled apart.

Nadia's vision was somewhat blurry and everything sounded muffled. Her leg was practically screaming in pain from the abuse it received. From her place on the ground, behind a few twisted metal parts, she could just make out Peter and Toomes a distance away.

She tried to pull herself together, but she'd hit her head a little too much tonight and her leg hurt when she moved. She just managed to turn herself on her hands and knees when an explosion forced some clarity to wash over her. It bolstered her to push herself to stand on one leg and lean heavily on a large piece of wreckage.

When her vision cleared some more, Peter was walking out of the flames and dropping Toomes on the sand. The males were both breathing hard.

Nadia managed to trudge closer to them before she collapsed on her knees beside Toomes.

After a few seconds of all of them trying to catch their breaths, Peter spoke up. "Are you… okay?"

She nodded. "Are you?"

"Y-Yeah." The teen swallowed. "I think he burned his arm badly. Are you okay to look at it?"

Toomes eyes widened.

Nadia looked at Peter, then at the man who tried to kill her little brother.

He wasn't evil. He just went about taking care of his family the wrong way.

The magic user sighed and nodded. She only used minor regeneration spells to make sure that the man wouldn't contract an infection that would cause complications later on. She didn't tell Peter, but she did nothing for most of Toomes's pain. The man deserved that, at the very least.

After securing everything from the plane, Nadia and Peter looked for a more isolated place to tend to their own injuries. She spent the rest of her magic on making sure Peter was alright before he forced her to go to the beach so Happy could take her to get checked out.

So now, she was at the infirmary at the Avengers facility. She had a concussion, a fractured leg, dislocated ankle, and was ordered on bed rest after her treatment.

She was exhausted. Hopefully Happy got a hold of her mother and told Peter she was okay too. Ned still had her phone.

The young woman was just waking up from a nap when she heard a voice. Turning towards it, it took a moment for her to process just who was three feet from her bed.

"-Don't worry, Tony. She's fine. Just a fractured leg, some bruises, and a mild concussion. Nothing life threatening, I promise. I'll update you- Oh! Hello." The woman smiled.

Pepper Potts.

Nadia smiled somewhat awkwardly. "Uh… Hi?" She waved weakly. The young woman had never really thought about it, but damn… Meeting her father's current love interest was awkward. "I… I can rest at home." Nadia sat up quickly, but buckled a bit when the room tilted.

"Careful!" Pepper put a hand on her shoulder and back to help steady the young woman. "An hour isn't enough rest to really recover from a concussion. Stay. Please." Her expression looked genuine. "Don't feel awkward." She said hopefully.

Pepper was a nice lady. Nadia could tell.

"You know then…" The younger woman said softly, looking at her hands folded on her lap. She didn't want to be something that put a wedge between Tony and Pepper.

The older woman sighed. "Yes… I overheard Tony talking to Rhodey one time. I admit, I did feel a bit angry about it at first, even when it was silly to have been. It's not your fault and it happened so long ago, before I even started working for Stark Industries. I made Tony spill all the beans about you being his daughter and not just a pet project he was acting strangely attached to."

"I sort of became part of his pet project before he really put together that I'm his kid." Nadia explained.

"Yes, I know. And you should know that I've been dealing with Tony for years. I've gotten used to him and his shenanigans." Nadia winced slightly. Pepper chuckled to try and lighten the mood. "I do admit it's strange actually meeting the result of one of his shenanigans, but I've seen how he is with you." Pepper smiled. "He's changed a lot over the years. Him finding you, it was good for him. He's changed for the better in a way that I thought I'd never see." She sighed with a gleam in her eyes that Nadia couldn't place.

"Besides, you seem like a very nice girl. I'm glad you're watching over Peter and that he has someone responsible to look up to. Sometimes, I still can't help but wonder what Tony was thinking recruiting a fifteen year old."

"Sometimes I still wonder that too, actually." Nadia muttered.

Pepper laughed. "We'll get along alright, I think."

Nadia smiled a real smile this time, feeling relieved.

A/N: The next chapter will be the last one. I'm not really sure if I can classify it as an epilogue or just a final chapter. I was really planning on posting this before Infinity War, but life happened. I haven't seen it yet, so no spoilers please. XD

Anyway, thank you everyone who stuck with this story so far. This will end right at the end of the Homecoming movie. My plan is to post a new story which will be sort of a sequel to this in that it will involve the Capellis and their history again, but this time, focusing on the Infinity war. I'm not sure yet if I'll post this sequel after seeing just part 1, or if I'm only gonna post it after the end of part 2.

I'll probably fill the writing silence with accompanying stories or one shots. What do you think?