They made it to the grave yard were Shane was waiting for them.
"So you decided to show," said Shane.
"That's right," said Peter. "Now give us back Pietro!"
"Where's the money?"
"You don't deserve money."
"Yeah," said John. "You can't just kidnap people to get money. Get a job, ya lazy bum."
"How 'bout no. Arise!"
Zombies rose from the ground.
"AH! ZOMBIES!" screamed John.
"No problem," said Victor, cracking his knuckles.
They started to fight the zombies. Peter was about to fight his way through to get to Shane.
"Where's Pietro?"
"He's over there." Shane pointed to Pietro, unconscious, tied up and hanging off a tree branch far from them. "But you'll never get to him."
"Pietro! I'm coming!"
More zombies appeared and held Peter back.
"Pietro! Hang on!"
Peter turned metal and beat every zombie holding him back. He ran to Pietro.
He untied him and held him in his arms.
"Pietro! Pietro! Talk to me! Are you okay? Pietro, talk to me! Say something!"
"Why are you yelling in my ear?" asked Pietro.
Peter smiled. "You're okay!"
"Of course. No one can bring down Quicksilver."
Peter held Pietro in a tight hug.
"I'm glad you're okay."
"Peter, I'm sorry I was mad at you."
"No, it's okay. I should have been there. Next I won't desert."
Quickie!" said John. "You're okay!"
Remy and Victor came over too.
"Just give up, kid," said Victor. "Your zombies are no match for us."
"No!" yelled Shane. "It's not over! I make make more zombies!"
Before he could, some metal wrapped around him and lifted him up.
"Hey!"
"That's enough, young man," said Magneto.
"Father!" said Pietro.
"You listen to my, punk. If you every mess with me, my son, or any of my Acolytes again, you'll be sent to the afterlife with your ghost and zombie friends faster then you can say ghost busters. Understand?"
Shane nodded, scared.
"Good. Now leave."
Magneto let him go and Shane ran off.
"Thanks, Father," said Pietro.
Magneto nodded and left.
"Thanks, guys."
"Anytime, mate," said John.
"Sure, mom ami," said Remy.
Victor shrugged.
"I'm glad you're safe, little brother," said Peter.
"Thanks to you, big brother," said Pietro.
"Hey, aren't the rest of us your brothers too?" asked Remy, with fake hurt.
"Of course. You and John are my brothers too."
"What about Vic?" asked John.
"I ain't his brother," said Victor.
"No," said Pietro. "He's not my brother. But he is family."
"Awe," said John and Remy.
"Shut up," growled Victor.
"Forget them," said Pietro. "I know you're not into the caring about others thing. And that's fine. That way you stay strong. Stronger then Wolverine."
Victor smirked and ruffled Pietro hair.
"Thanks, little man."
"Let's go home," said John.
Peter was standing outside a flower and art shop. He had a note card in his hand.
"Anya, seeing you again, I realized I really, really missed you. Yeah. I got it."
He was going to go in, but Anya came out and Peter quickly turned around.
"Hi, Peter," said Anya.
"Uh, uh," was all Peter said.
"You said there was something you wanted to tell me."
"Uh, I, um, you see, I just wanted to, uh." He hid the note in the flowers. "Anya, seeing you again, I realized how much I really, really missed. . being with you. There's something I wanted to tell you for a long time. Anya, I really, really like. . . art."
"Oh. . . I see. I really like art too, Peter." She came closer and she gave Peter one of the two paintings she had. "Here. Take this painting. Think of it as a gift from one art lover to another."
"Thank you very much, Anya."
Peter smiled at her and she smiled too.
"Take care of yourself."
"You too, Peter."
Peter left and Anya was looking at the flowers. Then she saw the note.
She read it and it said,
"Anya, seeing you again, I realized how much I really, really love you."
Anya looked in the direction Peter went and smiled.
'Oh, Peter, I love you too.'
Awe. So sweet.
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