Part 8 - Gods and Wolves

Chapter 140 - The God's Gift

Most of the first hour of the reception had been trying to calm people down, but things had settled down now. After Ganke did the best man's speech, people tucked into the plentiful supply of food and forgot about what had happened for the most part. As the day went on, people began trickling away leaving Miles, Gwen and their families minus Max. The couple had been hoping he'd be back, but now the Siege Perilous was destroyed they were sure he could handle himself. As they were packing up the piles upon piles of wedding presents people had presented them with, there was a pop. They turned to see Max looking absolutely exhausted, but his spirits didn't seem dampened.

"Wolfy's locked up next to a deadly peanut I like to call 'Blinky', so you can get on with your lives. Although, I've got a present for you when you get the chance."

"Can we take all this stuff back to my parents' house?" Asked Miles.

"Go for it. I'll meet you there."

He snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Once the boxes had been neatly stacked and Miles' parents had stopped fussing over the newly-weds, the couple found Max sitting on the front steps.

"Yo. Ready to go?" He asked, getting to his feet.

"Sure." Gwen replied, holding her husband's hand.

"Hold on to your…well, you don't have any hats so hold on to each other or something."

He snapped his fingers and they disappeared from Brooklyn.

Miles and Gwen wondered why Max had teleported them to Manhattan. They were staring up at a very recently completed skyscraper. The God took them inside, into an elevator and hit the button for the top floor. The ride took nearly a minute to reach the top, offering spectacular views out at the New York skyline. Eventually it came to a stop and Max punched in the code 161065. The door slid open to reveal a penthouse apartment that the pair could only dream of stepping foot in. They looked around in awe at the chandeliers, the furniture and everything else.

"Do you own this place?" Miles asked Max.

"Depends. If by own you mean paid the fifty million dollars it cost to buy and furnish it, then yeah."

"How'd you even get fifty million dollars?" Asked Gwen, staring up at a beautiful crystal chandelier she estimated must cost a good million in itself.

"Turns out seeing the future is great for rigging the stock markets. That and being a God means you can twist things a little so the companies you invested in go skyrocketing up. Anyway, your gift. Follow me."

He lead them into the kitchen with the most expensive everything anyone could ever need to cook whatever their heart or stomach desired. On a cocktail bar sat a clipboard and pen. Max swung himself onto one of the stools.

"See, the thing is I don't really have a need for a place to live. I did stay on the world's tallest mountain in a dimension I can't even be bothered remembering, but now Grace is gone I'm just gonna roam the omniverse and keep things in check. So…I've not got any use for a place like this which might make you wonder why I bought it in the first place."

"Why did you?" Asked Miles.

Gwen had a tiny feeling she knew where this was going, just like she had when Miles proposed.

"Because my mum and dad don't have jobs and can't even afford a tiny flat in a rundown neighbourhood. All expenses are paid, including the bills cos this place has enough solar panels and little wind turbines to power it in case the apocalypse rolls round again. So…err…you just need to sign this surprisingly small pile of documents confirming the change in ownership and it's yours."

The couple stared at Max in disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Not at all; nobody remembers my pranks anymore so why bother? I do believe I need to contact the Guinness Book of World Records and tell them I've more than doubled the record for most expensive wedding present."

He held out the pen and clipboard. Neither of them moved or said a word as if they were scared even the slightest speck of dust falling in the wrong place would change time and make Max change his mind. Their jaws had dropped as far as they could, so their son used the clipboard to shut them again.

"Come on! If you keep gawping like that I'll call you the Spider-Goldfishes."

Miles took the clipboard slowly and read through each page carefully, signing where it was needed.

Max gave his parents the tour of their new fifty million dollar penthouse, including two fully furnished floors, a balcony with a jacuzzi and a view of New York the pair only ever dreamed of living with. They'd seen it before, but living with it was a thousand times better. Max left to go and finalise the paperwork leaving them awestruck. They sank down into the couch facing an enormous flat-screen TV.

"I guess we don't need to worry about buying a house anymore." Said Miles.

"And all expenses paid? Am I still in that hospital bed?"

"I was just wondering if I hadn't escaped and had died and gone to Heaven or something."

"I guess we have. Paradise this high up; I'd say it's our own little Heaven."

"I love this place, but not as much as I love you."

Gwen sighed.

"Cringey line alert. But…right back at you."

She pushed him down onto the couch and started kissing him, but they were interrupted by a pop. Max himself hadn't reappeared, but his voice spoke from the pile of boxes that had just appeared.

"Just cos I bought you this place doesn't mean I'm gonna unpack everything for you! Have fun."

The couple giggled.

"Max Morales-Stacy: the best son anyone could ever ask for." Said Miles.

"Absolutely. We love you, Max!" Gwen called out into the oblivion the God had sent himself to to watch over Creation.

Crossovers in this Chapter

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Note

Well, part eight has come and gone and I can barely think straight to write this because it's 26 degrees Celsius and I can't cope with heat...AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Wouldn't it be cool to just be handed a multi-million dollar penthouse, though? If you're wondering, the most expensive wedding present was a stadium somewhere in the Emirates that cost about twenty-two million I believe, but don't quote me.

The only weapons against the High Elder Gods are locked away, as is one of the few evil spider people. If Max is around, Miles and Gwen could probably retire...couldn't they? Unfortunately someone has other plans, which you'll have to wait until part nine to find out about!

There might be a bit of a wait to part nine because it's a long one, but I'll get it to you as soon as it's ready.