Discalimer - Nothing owned
Maximum Vengeance- Chapter 5
It was a slightly awkard hug to end a slightly awkward day. As he entered the house, Peter Parker was immediately embraced, as always, by his beautiful wife. But as they kissed and pulled each other close, Peter's thoughts immediately returned to something he had almost been able to forget about, after the episode with Jonah: What Ben had told him, not even twenty-four hours ago in Chicago.
She reentered the kitchen to start dinner. Peter, exhausted after the week's events, fell onto the couch. He heard Mary Jane call to him from the other room: "Hon, a letter came for you from Matt. I think it's about your case."
He found it. He read it. It was a simple letter, short and to the point: "Peter, everything's taken care of. Exoneration complete. Good work in Chicago. -Matt."
But it did what it needed to do: It allowed Peter Parker, once again, to breathe easy. Perhaps, actually, to breathe even more easily than he had in some time. He folded the note and put it away. In the kitchen, he could just see Mary Jane, singing quietly to herself as she fixed a welcome-home dinner for him.
Amazing, he thought as he turned, now looking out the window. He could just make out New York City, from there. From Mary Jane's point of view, he could see what there was to smile about. It must have looked like they had never been better. She had a new, steady job, as did he, as the only photographer who could supply a steady stream of photos for the 'Spider-Man Magazine'. They had a car, for the first time in- well, they'd never had a car. He'd just been cleared of all false murder charges.
But she didn't know everything (nor would she ever know, he decided). She didn't know she'd been violated, by the man he'd tried to trust, his own genetic double. The same man who had saved his life. The man who had shared his responsibilities, who had exiled himself from his entire life after-
Ben Reilly. His brother.
The next words Peter Parker whispered were hard, even if the man who they were meant for couldn't hear them, being all the way in Chicago. He said them anyhow as the love of his life entered with steaming dinner.
"I forgive you, Ben. I forgive you," Peter said.
"What's that, Tiger?"
"Nothing, Mary Jane," he said. He rose in a flash and kissed her. "Nothing."
Maximum Vengeance- Chapter 5
It was a slightly awkard hug to end a slightly awkward day. As he entered the house, Peter Parker was immediately embraced, as always, by his beautiful wife. But as they kissed and pulled each other close, Peter's thoughts immediately returned to something he had almost been able to forget about, after the episode with Jonah: What Ben had told him, not even twenty-four hours ago in Chicago.
She reentered the kitchen to start dinner. Peter, exhausted after the week's events, fell onto the couch. He heard Mary Jane call to him from the other room: "Hon, a letter came for you from Matt. I think it's about your case."
He found it. He read it. It was a simple letter, short and to the point: "Peter, everything's taken care of. Exoneration complete. Good work in Chicago. -Matt."
But it did what it needed to do: It allowed Peter Parker, once again, to breathe easy. Perhaps, actually, to breathe even more easily than he had in some time. He folded the note and put it away. In the kitchen, he could just see Mary Jane, singing quietly to herself as she fixed a welcome-home dinner for him.
Amazing, he thought as he turned, now looking out the window. He could just make out New York City, from there. From Mary Jane's point of view, he could see what there was to smile about. It must have looked like they had never been better. She had a new, steady job, as did he, as the only photographer who could supply a steady stream of photos for the 'Spider-Man Magazine'. They had a car, for the first time in- well, they'd never had a car. He'd just been cleared of all false murder charges.
But she didn't know everything (nor would she ever know, he decided). She didn't know she'd been violated, by the man he'd tried to trust, his own genetic double. The same man who had saved his life. The man who had shared his responsibilities, who had exiled himself from his entire life after-
Ben Reilly. His brother.
The next words Peter Parker whispered were hard, even if the man who they were meant for couldn't hear them, being all the way in Chicago. He said them anyhow as the love of his life entered with steaming dinner.
"I forgive you, Ben. I forgive you," Peter said.
"What's that, Tiger?"
"Nothing, Mary Jane," he said. He rose in a flash and kissed her. "Nothing."