Well, here we are, the last chapter...wow.

This thing turned into it's own novel...402 pages long...Holy guacamole Batman!

(Please READ END NOTE after you finish this chapter)

Off to the story you go!

Chapter 37: Epilog-

The rest of the trip in Greenland had been super relaxing and a bit, well, domestic…Peter wasn't sure how else to put it. The fortress of comfort had stayed up for another day or two, and then finally most the Avenger's had agreed that they would like to sleep on the real beds.

Tony had taken them all out on his yacht…Yeah, Tony had a yacht…Don't ask…It had been really fun, the boat had a hot tub on it, and again, don't ask. (Peter was still getting over the shock himself) So the group hung out in there for few days off and on.

Clint talked a few people into putting on wetsuits and swimming in the sparkling blue water, and like the idiot Peter was, he said yes. And well, Peter might've frozen to death just a little bit.

But even freezing to death had been worth what the teenager had gotten to see at the end of the first day on the boat. Peter had been in the hot tub trying to resurrect his poor frozen body from the brink of death when he first saw it.

The Northern lights. The celestial lights painting color across the sky. It had been amazing, the glowing greens, pinks, and blues Peter had sat there once again flabbergasted, by the sight. Tony had snapped a picture of his face, and Peter would one day find said picture and burn it. But in that moment he hadn't found it in himself to care.

So long story short; the trip had been amazing, and Peter still felt privileged to have gotten to go. So Greenland got two thumbs up! Yup, 100% would go back again! Five enthusiastic stars to Greenland!

Now Peter sat in a large SUV sandwiched between Steve and Sam. After two and a half weeks up in Greenland the Tower was back into living order and they had the A-OK to head home. Yup, Peter could say that now, he could say with all the confidence that he held, that he did in fact, have a home. And you know what? It felt great to be able to do so.

The car pulled in front of the huge Tower and Peter felt a smile flitter onto his face. He hadn't thought he would ever be coming back here. The three of them piled out of the SUV Steve helping to support Sam since his crutches had been broken by a certain Archer. "One of us can help you to your rooms, while the other grabs you some crutches from the medical floor," Steve told Sam.

"I can help take him up," Peter said, waving a hand to draw attention to himself. Smiling at the two men as they looked at him.

Steve smiled back "Think you can handle supporting him?" He teased the boy.

Peter scoffed, "I'll have you know Mr. Muscles I once lifted a city bus full of people over my head," Peter walked forward helping to support Sam's hurt side and making the taller man slouch a bit too lean on the teenager. Okay, so maybe Peter needed a growth spurt, but he wasn't that short. "So Sam should only be a little bit more difficult to lift."

"Hey!" Sam smacked the back of Peter's head, causing the teenager and the world war two veteran to snicker to themselves in amusement.

Steve opened the doors for them, and they hobbled their way over to the elevator waving to the woman at the front desk as they walked past. "Where are the other's?" Peter asked he would have thought the other four would be here by now. They had left first after all. The group decided it best to split in half to draw less attention to themselves. And Tony had said he needed to go 'run some errands' so he had taken off.

Steve took out his phone as he hit the buttons on the elevator. Raising an eyebrow as he read something off the screen, "They're grabbing coffee," He told Peter and Sam, shaking his head as he replied, "They want to know if we would like anything,"

"Mocha!"

"Letta,"

"Clint says that you need to find your phone Peter," Steve told the teenager, "says that you need to be a part of the group chat."

"You guys have a group chat?" Peter asked in surprise, Sam groaned next to him nodding his head yes in what looked like despair before rubbing at one of his temples. Peter snorted at him.

"Yeah," Steve said distractedly as he texted back, "I don't know whose idea it was, but it's been going on for a few months now." The door dinged open and Steve strolled out turning seeming to check on the other two before saying "I'll be up in a few minutes," and letting the doors slide shut.

Sam pressed the button for his floor and a moment later Peter was helping the other man into his apartment. "Where do'ya wanna go?" Peter asked, shifting so that he held more of Sam's weight.

The apartment looked like nothing had happened to it. Like Peter and Sam hadn't fought each other in here. Memories of being pinned down by cold, sharp, wings fogged over Peter's brain as he gazed over the Livingroom. The teen glanced up to the ceiling looking for the smear of blood he knew he had left there, but there was nothing left, just an untouched white ceiling.

Peter's stomach twisted a bit, but he wasn't sure why. He had been in Sam's Livingroom a billion times; it didn't make sense that after just a few bad memories in the space he would feel so uncomfortable standing here.

Sam seemed to pick up on Peter's thoughts, "Bedroom's fine. I might just lay there for the next few days anyway." Sam told him, Peter pulled his mind back to reality, shaking his head to himself as he gave a small smiled over to Sam and helped the man to the bedroom.

Sam let out a large sigh as he flopped himself backward onto his mattress, sinking into the dark blue comforter a bit. "Yes…I have missed my bed." He moaned, letting his eyes close for a moment before trying to move his broken leg to the side.

Peter jumped forward helping Sam to readjust his leg and grabbing a pillow to prop it with trying to make his friend as comfortable as possible. "Thanks," Sam smiled up at Peter rubbing at his eyes a bit tiredly before patting the bed next to him. "You can sit down if you want." He told Peter through a large yawn.

Peter gently set himself down so as not to jostle Sam's leg, laying down so that his feet were by the man's head, and vice versa. Peter glanced over to Sam's cast tracing over the pictures with his finger and smiling at the silly little drawings there.

"I'm sorry about your leg," Peter whispered into the air, blinking a few times against a headache he could feel coming. He had wanted to apologize for hurting, breaking, Sam's leg for weeks now. Wanted to apologize for almost killing him in the process. But there had never seemed to be a good time to tell the man.

"No need to apologize," Sam said in almost as quiet of a whisper. Mimicking Peter's soft spoken words.

"No, it was my faul-" Peter tried.

But Sam interrupted him. "None of what happened was your fault, Peter," Sam told him in a soft, yet firm voice. "Do you blame us for what happened that night?" He asked Peter.

"No. Of course not. You were under mind control." Peter said rubbing a tired hand over his face as he stared at the ceiling. It was a crisp blue the color would have hurt Peter's tired eyes if the lights hadn't already been turned off.

"Well, none of us blame you for what you had to do in order to protect yourself." Sam said, sounding less tired as he spoke, "I don't care if in order to protect yourself you had to hurt me. If you hadn't done what you did we might all be under Hydra's control right now or worse."

"But Sam-" Peter spoke but he was cut off once again.

"You are important, you are worth saving, you are allowed to protect yourself at all costs." Sam told him, "If you had gotten hurt instead of me…" Sam huffed at the thought, shuffling slightly on the bed. "I'm glad I'm the one that got so badly hurt. You already had too many injuries, so many it makes me sick to think about-"

Peter threw his hands into the air, "But I have powers! I heal fast and I should have been able to protect you!" Peter's voice was cracked and strained and his eyes hurt with the pounding in his head. "But I couldn't and I didn't and-"

"No one died Peter," Sam said, talking a bit louder now that Peter had risen his own voice. "No one died, and even if they had, it would have been worth it,"

"Worth it?!" Peter asked in shock, "Worth what?!"

"You!" Sam shouted back at Peter, leaning up so that the two were now looking at one another. "My dying would have been worth it if you made it out alive," Sam told Peter, his face as serious as it had ever been.

"My life is not worth anyone else's," Peter told Sam, his chest felt too tight, and there was an unsettling lump in the teenager's throat. He couldn't believe Sam would even suggest such a thing, Peter's life was worth no one else's, honestly it might be worth less, he had already killed off three other people, so if we were looking at it in that way, Peter's life was already minus three lives.

"I don't think you understand Peter," Sam told him, his face looking a bit sad, but determined as he looked at the smaller teenager.

"I don't understand what?" Peter asked, leaning up on his elbows so that he could better look at Sam. The man's forehead was wrinkled and his jaw set like he was saddened by this whole conversation.

"Your life is a precious thing. And I don't think you realize that." Sam said, looking Peter in the eye as he spoke. "You are intelligent, you are spectacular, you are bright," Peter could feel his eyes burning as Sam went on, he didn't understand how the man could think all those things. "you are gifted, you are a hero, you are wonderful, you are worth it." Sam pocked Peter's chest as he said the last four words, never taking his eyes off of Peter's. "And I don't want you to ever question those facts."

Facts. Sam said that those things, those wonderful things that he just called Peter, were facts. Peter tried to tell himself that that couldn't possibly been true, but then other times of his sweet Aunt May and Uncle Ben saying similar things popped in Peter's head, and he wondered, could Sam be right? Could Peter be worth fighting for?

Peter fought for other people every day. He did it because he had to because he had the power to fight for people who couldn't fight for themselves. He did it so that they could live on, and maybe have a happy life in the end. Because Peter didn't want anyone to go through what he had too.

But could other people want to fight for Peter because of the similar reasons? Could other people want to protect Peter like he wanted to protect the innocent? How did that even work? Peter had been fighting by himself for so long. Had had to be the strong one and keep himself together, because if he didn't no one else would, and then innocent people would suffer.

Peter bit his lip, nodding his head yes before he and Sam both sank back onto the bed. Peter blinked, feeling a stray tear slip down his cheek. He swiped it away, blinking hard a few more times to banish the liquid away. Peter wasn't sure what to think right now, he wasn't sure if those things Sam said were true. But two things were certain, Sam thought they were true, and Sam wouldn't leave Peter to fight alone anymore. So Peter whispered the only thing he could think to say in that moment.

"Thank you."

Tony was leaving his lawyers office, speeding down the roads of Manhattan with his sunglasses on and his hood down. The sky was a bright blue and the streets bustling with busy people.

Tony had realized a few things over the last few weeks. While taking Peter in was a must and treating the kid like family, was what the teen needed, it wasn't enough. Peter had still thought they would turn against him as soon as he made a mistake. (One that wasn't even his fault, Tony might add)

Tony wanted Peter to feel comfortable with the team. Wanted the kid to feel safe and content. And really in Tony's mind, there was only one sure-fire way to make those things happen.

Something else that Tony had realized, (back when he had gotten a call from Daredevil telling Tony that he had found Peter half dead on a dumpster, and to come get the teen) was that Peter was just a kid. Tony had realized that when Peter had cried into his chest begging for forgiveness. That was when Tony had realized that Peter was nothing more than a child without a family, holding the weight of the world on his thin shoulders.

And as that realization struck Tony he vowed to fix it. Vowed to help Peter in any way he could.

So here Tony was speeding his way back to the Tower with a stack of paperwork to his right and a question on the tip of his tongue. But he needed to find Peter and show him something before Tony could ask such an important question. He needed to show the kid that they all wanted him there, show that even if he said no he would still be welcome. Then, only after Tony got those points across, would Tony ask.

The billionaire raced into a hidden entrance to his underground garage, putting up the hood before screeching to a stop and grabbing the stack of papers and stuffing them into a briefcase. No one knew of his plan. He didn't want to be talked out of it, or have anyone get their hopes up in case Peter did refuse. But the choice was completely up to the teenager, Tony would make sure he knew that.

Tony stepped into the elevator, the music was some sort of classical crap…Clearly, Pepper had gotten to it…Tony'd have to fix that later, change it to something that wouldn't put him to sleep or bore him so death while he waited in the elevator, was Pepper trying to torture Tony into using the stairs? Honestly…

Tony stepped into the common room a moment later, the elevator's ding making a few heads turn to him as he walked out. The billionaire glanced over the room, not finding the hyperactive teenager anywhere. "Where's Peter?" Tony asked.

Steve glanced up from his sketch pad, giving Tony a bright smile, "He's in Sam's room." The blond told Tony. "They fell asleep on his bed."

Tony snorted as Steve's smile grew even larger. "They fell asleep?" Tony asked, "We've barely done anything today."

"We packed up, and flew on two different planes for around seven hours today Tony," Steve said, going back to his drawing as he spoke, though a soft smile was still on his face. "and that's not counting the time difference, their just tired."

Tony waved the other off, opening the elevator once again, "Whatever, they can sleep later. I need to talk to Peter." Tony said, getting back on and jabbing a finger onto the button that would take him to Sam's floor.

"Good luck," Steve said, giving Tony a knowing wink right before the doors closed. Tony raised an eyebrow to himself. Did Steve have him that well figured out? Well maybe, they had been living with one another for a few years now.

The doors dinged open again, and Tony wasted no time in going into Sam's bedroom. But the sight he walked in on, wasn't exactly what Tony had been expecting, though it should have been.

Peter and Sam were both sprawled out on the bed, their feet by each other's heads. Sam was snoring softly, hugging a pillow to his chest, and Peter was curled up slightly, one of his hands holding Sam's cast down by the ankle.

Tony couldn't help himself he whipped out his phone taking a quick picture. He told himself it was for later blackmail. But deep down Tony knew it wasn't. But hey, maybe Tony was going a little soft, but he would make sure to embarrass and torture the kid along the way. It was what he got for making Tony get these random and foreign feelings and urges.

Tony pocketed the phone away before walking over to Peter. He placed a hand on the kid's shoulder, shaking him a bit as he whispered so not to wake Sam up. "Peter, wake up." He said, "I need to show you something."

Peter hummed, blinking dazed eyes up at Tony and scrunching his nose up ever so slightly, "Wha?" He asked, sounding out of it, his voice slurred with sleep.

"I need to show you something on the 90th floor," Tony told the teen, ruffling his hair to wake him up further. "So get up, but don't wake up Sam." Peter blinked over at Sam, looking as if he just remembered the other man being there before he rolled off the bed and followed Tony.

The two tiptoed into the elevator before Tony pressed the button for the 90th floor. He needed to get Jarvis back online. The robotic butler was still functioning on Tony's smaller devices and all of his suits, but he hadn't been rebooted back into the Tower as of yet.

Peter yawned, rubbing at his eyes before asking, "What's on the 90th floor?"

Tony smirked over at the kid, "Wait a minute and you'll see." He told the teen, not willing to spoil the surprise. The door dinged open and Tony stepped out, walking to the side so that he could see Peter's reaction. The kid always gave the best facial expressions when he was shocked. It always surprised Tony that the teenager could show just how he was feeling with nothing more than his eyes.

Peter took a step out of the elevator, his brown eyes scanning over the room before his mouth fell open and a choked noise of surprise escaped his throat. Tony had had all of Peter's belongings moved up to the 90th floor and then had it furnished to what he hoped was Peter's liking. The color theme was mostly different shades of blue, but hints of red or sometimes even green popped out here or there. Tony had learned that Peter liked color so his rooms were filled with many, bringing life into the living space.

Tony knew that the kid liked heights, so he placed Peter up as high as he could on the 90th floor. The view was like no other and Tony knew that Peter would appreciate it more than he ever could. Maybe it was the photographer in Peter that helped him to see things in a different light. Or maybe it was just the mere child in him. But the kid seemed to be able to look at what Tony found such simple things and appreciate them to their full extent. So Tony felt that Peter deserved the 90th floor more than any of them.

The teenager stumbled forward a bit nearly missing the red couch as he walked over to a large framed picture hung up on the light blue wall there. Tony knew that Peter missed his family, and unlike Tony's family, they had been happy, Peter wanted to remember them. So Tony had searched and called in many favors in order to get those photos for Peter a few months back. Tony had them all in digital files so no matter what happened to the physical copies they would all be safe.

So after the Tower had been trashed, Tony had picked out a few pictures that he thought might hold good memories for Peter and had had them blown up and framed all over the boy's apartment. Peter was staring at a family portrait, one of his Aunt, Uncle, and himself when he was no more than seven years old. They all looked to be laughing within the photo, Tony wondered what had been said to bring such smiles to their faces.

Peter traced over his Aunt and Uncle's features with a finger, his eyes taking in the details of his lost loved ones before he turned around and gave Tony the brightest smile, his grin spread wide even if his eyes were a little misty. "What is this?" He asked, his voice filled with emotion.

Tony shifted, "Isn't it obvious? Your floor." He told the teen. He knew that maybe he should explain a bit more or maybe go into some detail. But Tony would much rather watch Peter explore around his new rooms.

"I get my own floor?" Peter asked, his voice sounding a bit strangled. "All to myself?"

Tony smiled, shrugging a bit as he glanced around the room. "Well yeah." He said looking back over at the shocked teen. "If you're going to live here you need your own space." He didn't bring up the fact that he knew Peter might need his own safe place to escape at times or that he would be seventeen soon so he might as well have his own floor. "Plus I know that Sam can be a real mother hen, so I got you out of there."

Peter huffed a laugh as he turned walking about the room, fingering different objects as he went and glancing at all the pictures. Tony could see the delight and what sometimes looked like denial as Peter went from room to room.

When Peter walked into his bedroom smiling, before grabbing that blue blanket he was obsessed with. Tony had made sure it was in here, and even gotten the kid another one in red. "You got me another blanket?" Peter asked looking down at it in awa.

Tony snickered. "Well, the way you are with that one I figured you could use another." The bedroom was pretty much the same as Peter's old one. Most of Peter's things including his clothes had been fine, but other things like his camera had been replaced because of damage.

"Did you look outside yet?" Tony asked, smirking as Peter whipped around and almost ran to the window.

"Oh. My. God." The teen whispered, his eyes wide and his whole body pressed to the glass. "I…did you…wow…" The kid couldn't even finish his sentences; it was kind of hilarious. Tony walked up to the teen placing a hand on his shoulder and looking out at the city below them. It was beautiful.

Tony was about to ask Peter to come sit down when all of a sudden he had a handful of bony teenager. "Thank you. Thank you so much." Peter said into Tony's chest, his hair tickling Tony's chin as the kid about squeezed the life out of him.

Tony felt his eyes widen before he patted Pete's back, "No problem." He told the teenager because it really wasn't. Most people didn't thank Tony when he bought them things because they knew that money wasn't an object to him. No one even thought of thanking him. And it still boggled Tony's mind that Peter was so appreciative every time.

Peter pulled away after a moment his eyes looking back out at the city. "Do the windows open?" He asked, a hint of longing in his voice.

"Made sure they did. All you'll have to do is ask Jarvis and he'll open them for you." Tony told the teen. He figured that Peter would want to jump out the Tower and web-sling around as soon as he could, so Tony had made sure that his windows could open, even if most the other's didn't. "Just have to wait until I get Jarvis back online," Tony smirked as Peter nodded excitedly.

"There's been something I've been meaning to tell you, Peter," Tony stated, the both of them looking out over the city. Watching the ocean of cars below and the birds flying past the window in a blur of color.

"Oh yeah?" Peter asked back, seeming a bit surprised.

"I'm sure you've seen all the Spidey merch that gets sold around New York right?" Tony asked.

"Ah," Peter smiled, "Yeah. There's a lot of stuff. Almost too much." He laughed, tracing the outline of buildings along the glass as he talked. Peter had a soft content smile on his face as he leaned against the glass.

Tony smirked, chuckling a bit. "You've got that right. But the reason I bring it up is because when people were first selling your merch I bought the right to it." Peter's head snapped up, his brown eyes wide as he glanced at Tony. "I've been saving the money away in an offshore account waiting to give you the rights to it." Tony smiled, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder, "You'll never have to worry about money again kiddo."

Peter's face went through many different emotions within that moment. Shock and amazement, joy and denial, Tony watched it all expediently. "I-I can go to college!" The kid finally came out with, throwing his hands into the air as his face lit up.

Tony laughed, watching as the kid spun around babbling to himself in excitement. "Most kids your age would probably think of buying a car, a hooker even! And the first thing you think of is college?" Tony should have expected it, but in that moment Tony really hadn't thought Peter would be so excited about the prospect of college.

"Well, most kids my age are stupid!" Pete said, still looking to be on cloud nine. "I-I can't believe it. I can't believe you did that for me. I mean I always thought that them selling my merch without my permission was wrong, but oh man…wow, wow, wow. This is…wow." Peter pressed his face to the window, sinking down a bit as he seemed to let the news sink in.

Tony let the kid stand there for a while. Watching as he wiggled and tried to calm himself down. It was like watching someone that had just won the lottery, but Tony had a feeling that the real celebrating would accrue after he had left. But he needed to address a few other things first.

"Alright kiddo, there's something else I wanna talk to you about really quick." Peter turned back to Tony, he looked a little bit taken off guard, and Tony thought maybe even a hint hesitant. "Nothing bad," Tony assured. "Just wanna ask you something."

Peter nodded, pulling his blue blanket over his shoulders a little tighter around himself, before agreeing "Okay, wanna go in the Livingroom?" He asked.

"Read my mind," Tony smirked, walking back into the Livingroom and settling on the red couch while Peter plopped himself down on the blue one.

"What did you want to talk about?" Peter asked, his head cocked to the side like a puppy's. He was still wiggling with excitement, but he was clearly trying to stay calm so he could listen to Tony.

Tony took in a settling breath, placing his briefcase on his lap as he looked Peter in the eye. "So I'm assuming you know that we all would like you to join the Avengers initiative."

Peter stopped moving, his mouth hanging open just a smidge, his eyes blinking a few times before he choked out an "You do?"

Tony snorted at him, "Course we do. You helped save our butts back a few weeks ago and if that wasn't enough incentive to let you join I don't know what is."

Peter closed his mouth looking utterly surprised and floored, blinking up at the ceiling a few times. "Wow. I had hoped. But…wow." The kid seemed to be saying that a lot with Tony. It was funny seeing Peter so baffled.

Tony smiled to himself Peter was such a kid sometimes; Tony didn't know how he hadn't seen it before, but now that he knew it just seemed so obvious. "Well, we do." He went on. "But there's a bit of a problem."

Peter's starry gaze shifted away from the ceiling as he looked back at Tony, "What's the problem?" He asked.

"Well, it would be a bit obvious if Spiderman joined the Avengers at the same time a certain Peter Parker moved into the Tower." Peter's eyebrows scrunched up as Tony spoke. "People would allude to you being Spiderman pretty quickly."

Peter nodded, "So, what? I just wait to publicly announce that I'm an Avenger?"

Tony nodded looking down at the briefcase. "We could hold off on telling the world you are an Avenger. But there's still another problem. The fact that you are a missing child and that we are housing you illegally isn't just going to go away." Peter stiffened at the mention of him being a missing child. "And with how public we are, sooner or later that fact is going to come out."

Peter bit his lip looking down at his fidgeting hands down in his lap. "So what do we do?" He asked.

"Well I don't think we should hide it, and let people find out on their own, that would make things more difficult," Tony said. "We need to take legal action."

Peter's head snapped up his eyebrows scrunched, "Legal action?" He asked.

Tony popped open the tabs of his briefcase. "Well, you are a minor, you need someone that is willing to house you and take care of you. There are things like foster homes, and legal guardianship, or even having someone take you in as their ward. But all of those things legally leave it open for someone else to be able to adopt you, and the person doesn't have as many rights to your wellbeing and decisions about your person, without full adoption."

Tony sucked in a deep breath as he placed the adoption papers on the coffee table and slid them over to Peter. "I had my lawyers draw these up for me. Legally this is the most logical option, and I would be happy to adopt you. I already have these all filled out, all they would need is your signature. Your consent. But if you don't want too, that is perfectly fine. We can always find another way." Tony's words were soft but said a bit rapidly, like he couldn't wait to get the words out.

Peter was gawking down at the papers. His mouth hanging open and his eyes wide, his whole body stock still in a frozen shock. Tony wasn't sure what to say or do, but when the kid didn't respond he just kept talking. "But here's the thing. Everyone would question why Tony Stark (Iron Man) was adopting a random teenager. And it might even make it harder for me to get custody of you because of the danger my 'job' brings into my life."

Peter still wasn't saying anything so Tony went on. "So really there's a solution to all of our problems. It would make it that you could join the Avengers publicly and that I could adopt you without people asking why. But it's a huge decision and I understand if you say no. But Peter you no longer have anyone to protect, everyone here can take care of themselves so there is no longer a need for the mask. If you came out as Spiderman no one would question why I was taking you in, and you wouldn't have to hide away anymore."

Tony sighed rubbing a hand through his hair. "I know it's a lot to take in. And I don't want you to feel rushed or pressured. We will go with whatever you decide, whether you chose to unmask or not, we'll make it work."

Tony felt like a weight had been taken off of his chest. Like he could breathe again. He had wanted to talk to Peter about this for weeks. But the kid was still just staring down at the papers. His jaw set and his eyes round and wide.

Peter's leg started bouncing rapidly and he rubbed the fabric of the blanket along his chin still staring at the paperwork. Tony waited with baited breath for what Peter would decide, what he would say. Maybe he'd yell, maybe he'd ask to have a few more days to think. Tony didn't know.

The quiet went on for a bit longer and Tony could feel anxiety pooling in his gut. He wasn't sure what he would do if Peter said no. That would make matters so much more complicated. But Tony would be fine with whatever Peter decided.

Peter leaned forward, turning to Tony with a determined look in his eyes. "Where do I sign?"

Well, guys, that's it for this story. I hope everyone felt that they got a good read out of it, I worked hard over these past months, and I had a lot of fun.

But no need to feel sad, because we all know I am working on the sequel Refound Happiness! YAY! *high fives self* But- here's the thing...

Alright, get your virtual tomatoes ready for throwing, light the torches and grab the pitchforks, Fernandidilly-yo's about to give some bad news...I will not be posting Refound Happiness right away. *gasps* My word! Why ever not?! You fiend!

I will be taking a bit of time off of this story. That does not mean I am taking time off of other stories, or that I won't be posting other fics within the Refound Hope Series. I'm not disappearing, I just need some time to get everything together.

For the next few months I will be going through and editing all 37 chapters of RH and making them better, finishing up and writing other fics that I have been neglecting over these past months, and working on Refound Happiness.

But also I just really need a month or two where I can write what I would like without having to stress about posting every week. I just need a little break, guys. So I will also be working on my original novel (I am so excited) and focusing on my health (physical therapy and learning my new limits)

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