"Pass me the screwdriver please?" I said, stretching a spider leg out from under Stinger's car.

"Which one?" Miles asked.

"The large Philips."

"Here ya go." He placed the screwdriver on my leg, and my leg went back under the car.

We were in the Hive, and wasting our time by fixing the car up. It was about three in the morning, and we both were clearly avoiding sleep, and the difficult topics.

"That's it." I said, rolling out from under the car. "We can't just avoid all this, Kid."

"What are we avoiding?" Miles said, still trying to avoid this conversation.

I gave him a look. "Miles. You're still a kid, to be real. When I'm done here, it'll be a long five years, not counting any possible time travels that will happen in between. It'd be longer time spent here, than what was spent since the Peterswitch, not including time travel."

Miles processed the hidden meaning of my words. "So you're sending me back?"

"There is nothing I want more than some bonding between us brothers right now." I said, then I paused to think for a moment. "Well actually, I really want to go back and see my kids, but you know what I mean. But, you have parents. I can't deny them their time with you."

"Peter." Miles said. "If you think I'm about to let you stay here alone, without anyone, you're sorely mistaken."

"I'm not going to turn you into a killer as well." I said. "This time will take a toll on me, for sure. What will it do to you?"

"I'm already a killer." He said. "When I saw the other universes, I saw myself kill so many times. I think it was a good amount of me that did kill. You know my origin story. I saw Peter Parker die, at the hands of the man he adamantly refused to kill." Miles walked up to my chin, and I could see the firm resolve set in his eyes, deeper than the core of the largest sun in my systems, and brighter than them as well. I'm not even exaggerating, he was not going to budge on this. "Now that man is here with us. Far be it from me to deny myself the chance to do what I did several times. I can't let this go."

"I'm asking you to do this for your parents." I said, trying to convince him one last time.

Just like that, all the fight left him. He looked regretful, and looked down. "I want to go back to them too. They're… They're expecting. I know it's a girl, and I won't tell them. But I want to go back too. But I can't do that. You're already begging for help. I can't just drop this all on you. I… I would love to go back. But I don't think I can do that."

"Miles." I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to stay. I got this, ok? It's just one guy. And I can always get help from some random space junkie if need be. There's a bunch of those dudes I can ask for help from. I'm not the typical Peter Parker, neither are you the typical Miles Morales. You deserve to go back home. Your parents are waiting for you. Your baby sister is waiting for you. Your best friend is waiting for you. I won't do this to you. This isn't your place. Your place is back in the future. Gobby, he's my villain, not yours. You still have a full life to live, go and live it."

"Everything you said counts for you as well, and more." He said. "You have Tess, you have Ned, Tony, T'Challa, Namor, and Johnny. You have kids waiting for you. Your lovers are waiting for you. And your life is waiting for you."

"I lived more than enough lives, Kid." I said. "If Peter Parker is destined to die in the past, then so be it."

Miles slapped my cheek. "What the fuck, bro?" He hissed at me. "Do you not get this shit? In every universe I lived a life in, you died at that motherfucker's hands while I watched! I could have stopped that shit! But I slacked, and I won't slack this time! I can't!"

His eyes had tears gathering in the corners, and I sighed. "It's written in stone, Miles. Better that you don't see it happen."

"What about Tarts?" Miles asked. "What about Sexi? What about Melina? You still have to go down and bring Garth! You'll live, and I'll help you."

"...Fine." I said. "But first sign of more trouble than expected, and I'll whisk you away before you realize. Be ready for that, and now, let's practice. You're not going into battle underprepared."

I took off my shirt, and sat in a lotus position, and Miles copied me, sitting across from me. "Meditation?" He asked. "What for?"

"Did you reconcile with your Other?" I asked.

"What?" He asked, quivering an eyebrow. "My Other? I thought that Kaine was The Other. Does this mean that we each have an Other?"

I focused on my power from the Web, and my spider tattoo started glowing golden. "The Other is merely a piece of us. Of all of us. The Other alone, is a fractured soul inside of us created by our presence in the Web, that seeks to make itself whole by conquering the body and mind. It has instinctual habits, and will act more like a spider than a human. But The Other can also merge itself with the original soul, if it deems it worthy. That is what had occurred with Kaine, and what had occurred with me."

"You?"

"My stingers that resemble Kaine's, my tattoo, a fraction of my power, come from our combination. I trust you remember that I killed Killmonger 2.0?"

"Yeah, you killed him before Killmonger 1.0."

"His lineage made him the bigger threat." I said. "My actions brought me closer in kinship to my Other side, as well as the Web, strengthening the two of us. But that brought us in more of a position to fight us. My original side entered my mindscape, and we combined."

"So, you want me to do that now?"

"That would be preferable." I said.

Miles nodded, then he closed his eyes and started meditating. Once his breathing evened out, I nodded appreciatively and went into meditation myself.

Discreetly, I worked on strengthening my connection to the Web.

I basked in its golden energy, and felt it replenish me, and strengthen me. I concentrated on the threads themselves, searching for a path to the other side of The Web. After a while, I felt a dark tingle, and I shivered at the feeling, then retreated, blocking the weakness I found.

When I pulled out of the thread, and focused on The Web, I saw The Web positively reaching at Miles, and pouring its energy into him, along with some other energy, and I pulled out of my meditation, knowing that Miles would wake up in a moment.

I came back to myself, and felt how my spider sense had improved, and also felt a finger poking my tattoo/brand, trying to figure it out.

I opened my eyes, and saw Anne poking at me, and I smirked.

"How's my tattoo?" I asked.

She jumped back, and put her hand on her chest, and glared at me. "Don't do that, jackass!"

"I can't ask you questions?" I asked. "Oh shit, I shouldn't be asking questions."

"Bastard." She muttered. "Why was your thing glowing? Actually, why was your body glowing? And why was it changing colors?"

"What?" I asked. "It changed colors? That's not supposed to happen."

"About twenty minutes ago." She said. "Your spider thing turned silver, and your whole body was glowing like the color of gold. Your spider thing felt cold, and it looked like it was trying to turn everything silver."

"Hmm, so the Other side has some energy from the Other side of The Web." I said, thinking. "That'd explain the energy I saw pouring into Miles."

"What?" She asked.

"It's some crazy magic that will take a long time to explain." I said.

Miles opened his eyes, and smirked. "Well, that was interesting."

"How you feeling Kid?" I asked, standing up and giving him a hand.

He used my hand to lift himself up. "Sharp." He said, unsheathing his stingers.

"Perfect." I said. "But I found something out."

"I'm listening." He said.

"The Other has to do with The Other side of The Web. So I'd suppose that the same has to do with the better Goblins, such as all the Goblins that were like, good and shit."

"So why didn't they get stronger then?" He asked.

"I don't know." I said. "But I intend to find out."

"Hmm." Miles said, putting his shirt back on. "Kinda seems paradoxical, or is it just me?"

"We can learn how to use this to defeat him, but we can't properly learn it unless we defeat him." I said. "It's not just you."

"Well, fuck." Miles said.

"Yeah." I said, then I turned to Anne. "How are you doing, Anne?"

"Confused." She said frankly. "But I'll just have to trust you, I guess."

"Do you want to know?" I asked. "If you do, I will tell you."

"No." She said after thinking. "If I'm to guess anything, this is bigger than you. Both of you seem like extremely selfless people, and as such, if it was just about you, you wouldn't mind just saying it. I know this has to do with the war coming our way, and I know that both of you guys are scared. For that to happen, I'd suppose it'd have to be something very big. You guys are extremely strong, and I trust that you won't tell us if it doesn't involve us, and that you would tell us if it did."

"Thanks, Anne." Miles said gratefully. "But if you want to know anything, just say it, and we'll tell you, most probably." I nodded in agreement.

"Well, since you guys gave me the option, what's that sword hilt just doing there on your belt?" Anne asked.

"It's a full fledged sword." I said, pulling it out. "Magical sheath."

"Woah." She said, enraptured by the blade. "What's its name?"

"Well, it used to be called the Ebony Blade." I said. "But when I became King, magic flowed into it and morphed it into the way it looks now, with more power. So while I could just call it the Spider Blade, that's very stupid."

"It's more than just stupid, but yeah." She said. "The blade has something to do with the Web, judging from its design, right?"

"Yeah…?" I asked, curious as to what she was thinking.

"And it is like, very sharp, right?" She asked.

"You can test it." I said with a smirk.

"I'm fine, thank you very much." She said. "Forget it, I don't have a name for it, sorry."

"No problem." I said, sheathing it.

"Now, to another topic." She said, and gestured to the current state of the Hive. "How did you guys make this place look so cool?"

"Ahh, well, you see, it's a very long story, about how smart I am, and about how cool I am, and I gathered the supplies, and -"

"Cut the bull." Anne said.

"We pulled some tech from one of Peter's planets." Miles said.

"You have a planet?" She asked. "Wait, you have planets?"

"I did like, live for a long time, right?" I asked. "Is it that surprising considering all that?"

Anne looked at us in exasperation, then she sighed very loudly. "Just get your asses back to the house, food should be ready by now."

Miles ran off immediately, and Anne turned around, and was about to go to the door I made for a sideways elevator towards the house, -is it called an elevator? Cuz like, elevators literally elevate. But these sideways elevators don't really do that. Anyways, going back to where I was, Anne was about to enter the transporter, when I put my hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look at me.

"Do you need something?" She asked, looking at me.

"No, I just wanted to tell you that I trust you, and I wouldn't mind telling you anything." I said. "If you want me to teach you magic, I can teach you some without the other sorcerers at this time knowing."

"That's sweet." She said, and gave me a quick hug. She parted, then looked me in the eye. "I want to be able to visit you guys after you leave, can you teach me that? Because we might not know each other that well, but you're the first people who have talked to me cordially in ten years."

"They're fucking assholes for being so unaccepting of you." I said, feeling anger at that. "And while time travel is a concept very few have learnt, I can try to find a way to teach you, or I can at least set up a time portal for you."

"You're not scared of the repercussions?" She asked.

"If it does have repercussions, I can always just pick you up." I said.

"Ok." She said. "Thanks, I think I've been losing my sanity out here. Because like, not talking to people does that. Kinda explains why I was so accepting of time travellers."

"You seem perfectly sane to me." I said, then I smirked. "But then again, the oldest guy in the universe isn't the right guy to judge sanity."

"Stop smooching, and come eat." Patrick's voice came out of nowhere, startling us. "This thing is cool. What were you sayingaboutthis thing, Miles?"

Miles' voice was heard in the background, then he stopped talking.

"It's the love child of a megaphone and a telephone." Patrick said thoughtfully. "Whatever. Lovebirds, it's breakfast time."

I rolled my eyes at Patrick, and pointed my middle finger at the speaker. "Go fuck yourself, Patrick!" I said, then I turned to Anne. "Let's go, before they call us again, and act like obnoxious children."

"I heard that!" Patrick said.

"I know!" I said, as we got into the not-an-elevator.

Several minutes later, we were sitting at the table, and eating pancakes. I ate mindlessly, just eating, but not really paying attention to my food.

"Are you all right, Peter?" Patrick asked.

I snapped out of my reverie. "Yeah, I am. How about you, how was the morning?"

Patrick raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't voice his concerns. "My morning was good."

"You don't look like a man who is all right." Marie said.

"It's just… nevermind." I said, waving a leg in dismissal. "I have a job to finish, is all that bothers me."

"Seems a little more than that." Miles said, and I mentally sent him a picture of me scowling at him as I maintained indifference on the outside.

"I agree." Anne said. "What's the matter, Itsy Bitsy? Just coming to realize that you are staying here for longer than you'd prefer?"

She hit the point, but I did not make any motion to suggest that she was right. "... No." I said. "It's just not fun to have to fight two nemeses in one."

"That didn't stop you before." Miles said, ignoring my mental pleas for him to close his trap. "What is it?"

"Miles, I am not staying here permanently." I said. "I will not take action that jeopardizes that sentiment."

"You can't do this, man." Miles said, leaning back in his chair. "We're going to be here for five years. If you were spending this time at home, you'd see more than three of your children come out of their mothers' wombs and grow up. Wake up, and realize that if you go on like this, you'll kill yourself before you kill Goblin."

"Miles, it's not that." I said. "Just… drop it."

"Stop lying." Anne said suddenly, with a noticeable amount of heat in her voice. "You may be fooling everyone else, but my powers are literally catching your lies like a target catches bullets. You can go back to your family, and take round-trips."

"No, he can't." Miles said. "Gobby nearly killed one of his loved ones. He knows that should he go back, he will return back to the past with family. And that's not something he wants to risk. Yet at the same time, he is risking us, and therein lies the major problem. He wants to separate himself from us so as to feel less guilty. Did I hit the bullseye, Peter?"

"Yes." I said, hanging my head guiltily. "All I can see is the amount of times Gwen's neck snaps. But I feel too much like Batman now. I can't do this. I'll have to fight him alone."

"And what do you seek to achieve?" Miles asked. "It took you, me, and your brothers hard work, and we still didn't properly beat him. We just accidentally stalled. What's the point of martyrdom?"

"Listen, Peter." Marie said. "You didn't truly think that, I can see that. You just thought of sacrificing everyone, and then you thought that was your objective here. But you need to think."

"I think that this is all pointless. Me and my brothers were some of the most powerful humans, and my other brother has been forced into inaction. We are just a merry group of well wishers. I have no hope of winning, not really. And yet, I will try my best. Because this is how it was always meant to be. Yet it doesn't mean that any others should fall down with me."

"Melina, Magda, and Hector need you, broski." Miles said. "You can't just drop things like that. If you're setting yourself up for failure, you're not giving it your all. We have a fight to fight, not a simulation to lose."

"I don't know, Kid." I said. "I will try my best, but I'm not sure."

"That's all we need." Miles said. "Now, how about we do some practice, or something?"

"Go meditate." I said, with a smirk. "But seriously, meditation is a miracle. Counts as sleep, and if you focus on the Web, you can strengthen your spider sense. I know the best paths to take for the next three days, that's how connected I am."

"Damn." Anne said. "So this conversation, it was all calculated."

"Not really." I said. "It's not really clairvoyance on my part. It's more like I think of doing something, and the ring in my head pings me as to the likelihood and danger of the path. And with the speed that my brain runs at, Iam able to run my most preferred paths within milliseconds, and if none of these seem to produce preferable results, then I move onto paths that I do not prefer. So it's not necessarily me calculating, but it is more of me thinking about possible consequences."

There was a moment of silence.

"Yeah, I'm going to go meditate." Miles said, standing up and heading towards the guest quarters of the mansion. "Stay scared of our powers, children!"

"Let's go give Patrick a look at the Hive." I said after Miles disappeared.

"Yeah." Anne said.

"I want to see his reaction." Marie said, standing up.

"Group excursion then." I said.

Several moments later, we were going through the not-an-elevator, and Patrick was in awe of the technology.

"Wow." He said. "What did you say this was again?"

"It doesn't really have a name." I said. "Cuz it's super unique."

The not-an-elevator opened, and we exited into the Hive.

"Well, whaddaya say?" I asked.

I received no response.

I looked at Patrick, and found him nearly fainting, and looking at everything with awe. He walked up to his new suit, and touched it reverently. "How much does all this cost again?" He asked in a whisper, clearly in awe of everything.

"Pro Bono." I said, and he looked at me confusedly. "Nevermind. It's at no cost."

"Well, damn." He finally summarized, and sat on a chair. "Thanks."

Then he promptly passed out.

"Not anticlimactic at all, buddy." I said. "Not anticlimactic at all."

"This is really nice of you." Marie said. "But I know your type. The type of good cop, that is the sheriff of the town. Or the captain of the ship. You have a reason for doing this, no matter how noble the reason is."

I sighed. "While I'd like to say that all this is just out of the bottom of the heart, it isn't. I am doing all this, to see if your descendant is able to reverse engineer this tech. It's all more of a test for him, then it is for anything else."

Marie looked angry at that, and brought her finger to my face, nearly poking me in the eye. "My kid better not be drawn into this cluster fuck that is your life. You can help him and shit, but I don't want him anywhere near you. That clear? Not that I hate you, but you're clearly cursed by something. I don't want to see you destroy my kids. You're a good guy, that has been plagued. I want a promise from you. You won't bring him into your life."

"Marie, I never wanted to bring him in." I said, lowering her finger from where it was about to poke my eyes. "He is a smart kid, and I respect him. He'll be kept as far away as possible from my operations, you have my word."

"That's all I ask." She said, and then she took a seat. "Now, how about you tell me a little about him?"

"Sure, let me just put Patrick in the car first." I said, lifting him, and placing him in the driver seat of his vigilante persona's car. "Now, we can talk about Ollie."

I took a seat across from Marie, and Anne sat down in between us, and took out her bow, and started polishing it.

"So, Ollie is a smart kid." I said. "In some universes, he is simply enamored by me, and makes a suit of his own, that he calls the Steel Spider. He is the vigilante of Chicago. In other universes, he lives in New York, and is originally enamored by a rival of mine, Dr. Octavius. He creates a suit similar to the Dr. Octopus, and goes out, then the Peter Parker of that universe convinces him to at least change sides, if not stop. He changes sides, then later on, drops it all, and becomes a civilian."

"So, he doesn't just inherit our stupidity, nice to know." Marie said, and I winced ever so slightly.

"What's the story of why he dropped it all?" Anne asked.

"Ahh, he nearly lost his arm." I said, afraid of the wrath that Marie would enact upon me.

Sure enough, she was angry. "WHAT!?" She exclaimed.

"He nearly lost his arm." I said. "I don't know the story, that's all I know."

"I take all I said back." Marie said. "You, good sir, are going to take in my kid, and teach him, and keep him safe, and for every scratch he gets, you will get a large whooping. Is that understood?"

"Only if it's needed?" I asked. "Like you said, my life is a cluster fuck. I will not bring him into that."

"...If he stays in Chicago, then you become some sort of overseer to his life." Marie said. "Don't involve yourself more than required. If he lives in New York, you make him some sort of protégé that you guide and train. Just don't give him your identity unless he figures it out."

"Can my company hire him?" I asked. "After all, he is smart, and I wouldn't mind having him on my roster."

"...You can." She said, hesitating. "Just don't bring him to your closest council unless he brings himself there."

Phew. That went better than I expected.

"Now that you guys are done carving the future, how about we go and wake up Patrick?" Anne said.

"How'd we just forget about that?" I asked no one specifically.

"Possibly because you were worried about a kid losing his arm." Anne said drily, as she holstered her bow onto her back.

"Oh, yeah." I said, scratching the back of my neck with my arm. "Right. Yeah. Anyways, when is Patrick going to wake up?"

"I don't know, aren't you the magician dude here?" Anne asked.

"Sorcerer, Anne." I said. "Don't compare me to such charlatans. They have no grasp of the Mystic Arts."

"...Are you seriously taking offense to being called a magician?" Anne asked incredulously.

"Any Master of the Mystic Arts would take offense." I said. "But nah, not really. I'm just saying that I'm not a magician."

Anne looked at me for a minute. "You're taking offense."

"Am not!" I shot back.

"Are too!" Anne said.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Whatever you say, magician." She said, and my nostrils did NOT flare at that insult. "Do some voodoo, and tell us when Patrick will wake up."

"He'll wake up in a minute." I said in a very normal tone, and not in a grumbling tone.

"Oh, is our magician grumbling?" Anne asked, hugging me from behind. "It's ok, just go meditate, and let all that anger out."

There was a moment of utter silence, where I tried to comprehend how much pain I was going through; she was teasing me about my magic, and calling me a magician, and totally pressing her breasts against my back, and I was hyperaware of them due to my senses' advancements, and I missed my family, and I wanted to go back to them, and I was stressed, and I was depressed, and I wanted to die, but I couldn't, and-

I just slumped my shoulders in defeat, and I sighed, my lungs deflating, leaving only my emotions in my body.

"Peter, are you ok?" Anne asked, sensing my change in mood, and getting off my back.

"No woman, he's totally fine, what told you otherwise?" Marie sassed. "The shoulders going down down down, or the way he sighed, or his attitude, or his legs, or what?"

"Peter." Anne said, looking me in the eyes, only to see that they were glassed over. I had retreated into my mindscape, so as to be able to see myself have fun with my family once more.

I walked through my mindscape, until I found my house, a placeholder for all of my family related memories.

Each room had a notebook sitting somewhere that had my memories properly organized, so that I could choose a specific memory, and I would relive it. Ignoring everything, I headed to Sexi's room, and thumbed through the notebook, tears rolling down my cheeks as I sped through the memories.

After several seconds, I set the notebook back on Sexi's nightstand, and sat down on her bed.

"Karen Sexi Parker, I know you can't hear this, but I still have to say this." I said softly, hugging one of her pillows and inhaling the scent that I attached to Sexi; metallic from the nanobots that always surrounded her, and a chocolate smell from how much she ate those. "Dad's going to fight for you, ok? And I'm sorry if Miles comes back home without me. I'm no fool, I know my Dad might do something after I die so that the whole two worlds joining together things and whatever happens after it still happens, but still. Just know this, ok? Your Dad loves you, and he misses you. He wants so badly to just say fuck the war, and just hug you forever. Dad will be back before you know it. And there isn't going to be a second that I don't think about you. Take care of your baby brother, ok?"

Knowing I'd get no response, I sighed and stood up, then I went to Tarts' room, and lay down on the bed, inhaling Tarts' scent; almost like blood, but more metallic, and the natural perfume his damn Pegasus made.

"Hey Tarts." I began. "I really really miss you. And I mean, I know that you're out there somewhere, but I can't talk to him. Time travel is really annoying. How have you been? I… I don't know if I'm going to come back. But even if I don't, I still miss you, and I still want to hug you, and ruffle your hair, and watch Sexi pinch your cheeks, and call you Cherry Face, and I want to see your mom kiss your forehead, and take care of Jackass, and tease you, and tease me too. I want to sit on a couch, and have you cuddled up in between me and Death. I want to call your mom Reaper, I want to kiss her and to see you look at us in faux disgust, and reprimand us about PDA. I want to ride Jackass with you, and I want to swim with you in that lake that you love. I want to hug you again, Tarts. I'm sorry, and I'll always love you, no matter what." I paused for a second. "That's all, I guess. I want to say a lot more, but that's that's gist. Take care of your little sister, and Jackass."

"Hey Dad."

I turned around so fast, my neck actually snapped. "Tarts?"

"I'm right here, Dad." He said, opening his arms for a hug.

I quickly brought him into my chest, peppering his hair with kisses, and sobbing with relief. "It's really you, Tarts." I kept on repeating, the relief in my voice evident.

"I missed you." He said, his voice muffled by my chest.

"Oh, my sweet, smart, awesome, boy." I said, holding him at shoulder width and looking him in the eye. "You thought I was from before I had you."

He nodded, his eyes threatening to leak with tears. "I thought I'd have to watch you not remember me, Dad. Ever since you left, I missed you. And I missed you. I- I wanted to hug you, and cuddle with you and Mom, so badly. I- I missed you, Dad."

I pulled him into my chest again, and he sobbed into my chest, and I rubbed his back reassuringly. "I'm right here, Tarts. You've got me, right here. I'll take care of Jackass, and comb his mane, and feed him, and then we can go on a ride, and we can do whatever you want. You, me, and your mom can have all the fun you want."

"I love you, Dad." He said, tightening his grasp on me with his hands and spider legs.

"Love you too, Tarts." I said, tightening back, not willing to let him go anytime soon.

A while later, we both parted, and I looked at him happily. "While I wouldn't mind staying here for longer, other people on the other side are probably worrying about me. How about you bring your mom?"

"Of course, Dad." He said, giving me a quick hug, then vanishing.

I exited my mindscape, and opened my actual eyes, to find myself in a chair, with everyone looking at me worriedly, sans Miles, who was sitting on a rocking chair in the corner of the room, and just looking at me.

"Peter, where did you go?" Anne asked.

"Somewhere to relish the future." I said, standing up. "How long has it been?"

"Three hours." Miles said. "You were in your mindscape for three hours, Pete. How was the stroll down memory lane?"

"Really good." I said.

"Wait, so you literally took a stroll down memory lane." Anne said.

"Yeah." I said.

"Who'd you think about?" Miles asked.

"My kids." I said.

"With your brain capabilities, I'd expect you to have done more than that." Miles said, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yeah well, I got kind of pulled away." I said vaguely.

"Excuse me, you were in your brain." Anne said. "You can't just get pulled away. Distracted, yeah. We always distract ourselves. But to get pulled away means someone else was there."

"He never said otherwise." Miles said.

"That's true." Patrick said.

"Legend?"

I turned around and looked at Death with a huge smile on my face. "Reaper!" I exclaimed, opening my arms and taking several steps toward her as she simply jumped into my arms, and kissed me passionately.

Miles made a sound of disgust, while the others sounded surprised, but I didn't care, because I was putting all of my focus on kissing my woman passionately, and she was doing the same.

After a while, we parted, and looked at each other, the love in our eyes shining, and I attacked her lips with even more passion, pushing her against the wall, and she let out a small moan into my mouth as I used my spider legs to attack her sensitive spots, and she snaked her arms around my neck, then started massaging the top of my backbone, and hitting all of my soft spots with precision.

We were about to move on to the next base, when Patrick called out, "Ok, enough loving!" We parted, slightly regretful that we couldn't continue.

I let Death out of my grasp gently, and she stood straight, and straightened any creases on her dress.

"So, who's the raven haired chick with very well endowed assets that you were very passionately engaging with, Peter?" Marie asked, raising an eyebrow at us.

"Oh right, introductions!" I said, turning around and looking at them. "How could I forget!? Anyways, the raven haired chick, as you called her, is Lady Death, Reaper Of Souls, Gatekeeper, amongst other titles. But most importantly, she is the mother of my firstborn, Tartarus, otherwise known as Tarts."

"You forgot my other titles." Death said amusedly.

"No, I didn't." I said.

"Hmm, what's another title then?" She asked.

"Last Kisser." I said.

"Good job." She said, kissing me on the cheek.

"You told me you had two kids, but you never told me that one of them is the child of a woman with the craziest bod I've ever seen, and also known as the Grim Reaper." Anne said.

"I'm not the Grim Reaper." Death said. "That's the name of a weapon made for one of my avatars."

"Cool." Anne said, then she stretched her hand out for a handshake. "I'm Anne Smith."

"That's it?" Death asked. "Just your name? No powers, or how you met Legend, or anything?"

"Didn't know we were comparing." Anne said, a fire and determination suddenly in her eyes. "Let's do this again. I'm Anne Smith, I age finer than the finest wines, I know when you're not telling the truth, and my shots always hit the center of the bullseye. I found your man in a dumpster, he was knocked out and had his buddy with him in there."

I groaned inwardly, as I saw them both size each other up, and I could very distinctly hear Miles whisper "cat fight" to Tarts, and the amusement was apparent in Marie's eyes, while Patrick was looking at me as if to say that he doesn't envy my life.

After a long minute, Death shook Anne's hand, then looked at me amusedly. "I like her." She said, giving me a smirk. "You sure know how to pick them, Legend."

I gave her a deadpan expression, then because I had nothing I could say to that, I just turned to look at Tarts, and with my eyes, I pleaded for him to save me.

Sorry Dad, you're on your own.Tarts eyed back, looking truly regretful.

Yeah sure, just betray me like that, it's fine, I'll get you and Jackass back.I mentally said, making him gulp.

I looked at Marie, and she smirked, and I glared at her, then softened my glare a miniscule amount, trying to send a message. "It's time for dinner, isn't it Marie?" I asked.

"You know which one is your guest room." She said instead, with a mischievous look. "You can go there, and please don't make us throw our food up with your sounds."

"Oh no, we'll be going to another planet, thank you for the offer anyways." Death said.

"At least be patient for Tarts?" I asked. "We haven't all been together for more than a century now."

"Yeah Mom." Tarts said. "Besides, your guys' last years were literally just the two of you going at it. How many years were you guys at it again?"

"Twelve." Death and I both said.

Marie whistled. "Damn, how are you not dead, Peter?"

"Because I'm a nigh immortal being?" I said.

"Oh, how did I forget that?" Marie said. "Oh, because you never said that!"

"Aren't you like the wife of a journalist or something?" I asked incredulously. "You're supposed to just understand that, right? I said that I was older than the universe, and her name is literally Lady Death."

"How'd you guys meet in the first place?" Patrick asked.

"Oh, you know, a story as old as time itself, literally." I said, getting a snort from Miles, Tarts, and Death. "Guy meets girl, girl tells guy that he has to win past girl's heart, guy travels back in time and fights these crazy dudes, then dies on purpose and meets past girl, then after a long time, like trust me, I think it was more than ten decillion years later, but guy does girl a favor that has him nearly dying again, but for real this time, but girl saves him even though she thinks it will risk her relationship with him, then everything works out!"

"I shouldn't have asked." Patrick said after a moment.