This one has a lot of different POVs, but I'm sure you'll be able to get the gist.

Enjoy!

JPOV

"Bella?" I ask dumbfounded. I honestly cannot get my brain to connect the dots for this fucked up situation to be real. I still can't move, so I can't touch her to verify that it is, in fact real.

"Char, will you please show Captain Whitlock where he can go to feed? His eyes are too dark and I need a few minutes alone with Major Whitlock." Bella requests calmly.

"I just fed a few days ago, ma'am." Peter replies. "I'm good for another week or so."

"Regardless, I say that you need to feed, so go do it. We have a veritable banquet in the kitchens and you'll have plenty to choose from."

"So we don't hunt here?" Peter asks.

"No. Well, not really." Bella replies, "We have Heidi do all of our true hunting, but we have become far more strict in our feeding choices. You'll see that we do things very differently here in Volterra."

As she speaks, I can't help but notice how truly breathtakin' she's become over the last 50 years. She's older than I remember the last time I saw her, but considerin' Charlotte said she received her title of Captain when she was still human, I didn't expect her to be forever 18. The girl I saw at that damn party was just that. A girl. This woman in front of me has all the right curves in all the right places.

"Certainly." Charlotte responds before lookin' at Bella meaningfully and, after a small nod from Bella, grabs Peter by the arm and runs out the same door we just saw the recruits leave from.

"You probably have questions for me." She states knowingly.

"You're damn right I have questions!" I nearly shout. "The first of which is 'what the fuck?' and everythin else can come after that."

She apparently dropped her shield at some point because she closes the distance to me and unwinds her hair before lettin' it fall down her back. "Then let's answer those questions, Jasper." She says lookin' at me calmly. "Then we can get down to business."

I follow her back outside the trainin' facility and we find ourselves in a garden on the back end of the castle. She sits on a stone bench and pats her hand next to her as a request for me to sit. I comply because I honestly don't want to do anythin' else right now. If she's willin' to give me answers, then I'll do whatever she asks.

"Let's start with your first question," she begins with a small smile, "the inevitable 'what the fuck?' I think it was."

She proceeds to tell me everything that happened to her after we left. The depression, the catatonic state, the military academy and enjoyin' the life so much that she couldn't leave it, her progression to the rank of Captain and the furlough that she and Charlotte took to celebrate, then she spoke about meeting Felix, Jane, Alec and Santiago at a market. She explained that she knew what they were and she was only tryin' to defend herself and Charlotte, but she managed to set Santiago ablaze before Jane and Alec captured them. She also told me how she was changed and that she wanted Charlotte bitten first so she would always have her sister with her. Caius agreed when Marcus told him of her bond to Charlotte and three days later, she was a vampire.

After she awoke, she was lucid and explained to Caius that until she was ready, none of the Cullen's were to ever know that she was here. Caius agreed again and took her and Charlotte for their first feed. When Caius came up behind Bella and scared her, she threw up her shield and sent him flyin'. She felt bad about it then, but finds it funny as hell now. She then explained how her life here has been one that she really enjoyed and she was thrilled to become Captain of the Guard and take on missions that her Father wanted her to go on.

As I sat there listening to everythin' she had told me, I felt nothin' but joy and love for all of the people she mentioned in her vampire life. She was truly happy here, and it showed in the way she spoke about her large and sometimes irksome family. I couldn't help but be happy for her. She deserved happiness after what happened.

"Bella," I began after her story ended, "I wanted to apologize for what happened durin' that fuckin' birthday party. I was out of line to try and take a snap at you and I wanted to let you know that I regret what I've done every day since."

"There is no need to apologize for something you had no control over." Bella replies. "We're vampires. We drink blood. It's what we do. There's no sense in berating yourself for acting like a vampire acts. I forgave you immediately after it happened and never held you responsible. I do have a question, though if I'm not being too forward."

"Well, that's great because I'm sure I have an answer for you." I reply smiling.

She smiles back at me and it's almost like the sun were shinin' from within her. She was truly radiant. "You should smile more. You're absolutely stunnin' when you do."

"Well, thank you for the compliment, Major." she replies still smilin' and I'm sure if she could have been, she would have blushed.

"When I heard that you were living with Peter, it made me curious. What happened between you and Alice?"

"That" I say as I sigh heavily, "is complicated. To make a long story very, very short, she basically told me that she couldn't be my baby-sitter anymore and that she needed someone that she could rely on. Unfortunately for me, she didn't think I fit the bill, so I left and divorced her."

"Well, at least I don't have to worry about her coming into Volterra in a few months and wondering how the love of her life ended up here." she said with a smile.

"No. You don't have to worry about that at all. Speaking of Alice, though. How are you managin' to get around all of her visions? I'm sure that she's seen at least some of it, right?" I ask bewildered.

"Hahaha" she laughs delighted. "Fortunately I do have a few tricks up my sleeves. My mental shield protects this place from any unwanted psychic tampering. Basically, I block everyone's thoughts both here in the castle, and while we're on missions. It's a constant thing. Always up except for the rare occasions I get told to remove it from someone."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, for example, once a month I'll remove the shield from around Heidi's mind for a few hours and all she thinks about that whole time are possibilities of where she'll go looking for victims to feed to us. Of course she'll 'decide' on the most appalling place she can think of." She says grinning. "In reality, we take what we need from prisioners who are either on death row, or looking at spending the rest of their lives in over-crowded jails. We…assist with the population, so to speak."

"There's a lot of thought that goes into that way of hunting." I say impressed.

"Thanks, it took a lot of convincing, but we finally were able to come to a compromise between my good ideas and the Kings' stubbornness. It works for now."

"What are some other things that you let Alice see?" I ask curiously.

"Well, unsuccessful business ventures, bogus missions, even the occasional fashion faux pas if I really wanna get under her skin."

"So you lie with your mind? That's brilliant." I manage to get out through a smile.

"Thanks. It's fun to test my limits like that."

"I bet. So now to brass tacks." I state switching gears. I hate to change subjects, but I really need to know what's going on and if I even want to be a part of whatever this is, even with Bella here.

"I figured it wouldn't be too long before you got tired of small talk." Bella replies. "I'll be more than happy to give you a bit of the rundown of what we've got going on, but I'll leave the full debrief until tomorrow."

"Sounds fair."

"Seven months ago, a vampire came to Volterra and caused quite the ruckus in the city square. He was lead to the throne room where he told us that his entire coven had been massacred." She says.

"I'm guessing Aro found out who did it." I reply.

"Very astute." she says smiling at me. "Yes. It was the Romanians. They had been recruiting vampires to join them and killed any coven or nomad who refused. Lucky for this guy, he was returning home after a hunt and was barely able to escape with his life."

"The Romanians? As in, Sefan and Vladimir?" I ask to clarify.

"The very same."

"I thought that they had died. No one's heard from them for years." I remarked.

"True, but now they've decided to come out of hiding. Worse still, they have recruited very, very well this go 'round. They now have a Sorcerer in their midst as well as a vampire you're incredibly familiar with." She lets the end of her sentence hang.

"No." I say disbelievingly. "No. They did not get that Mexican bitch to do their bidding for them." I could not believe that the Romanians would have the audacity to hire Maria. They knew what she was capable of. I immediately stood up and started pacing back and forth in the gardens. I was more than a little annoyed. In fact, I was becoming furious! How dare the Kings ask me to come here and do penance by staying here to help them fight!

"That is precisely what they did. Now, before you lose your temper," Bella began seemingly unconcerned, "I don't know what my Father and Uncles have in store for you regarding this war, but it may be something as simple as information. I wouldn't dare ask you to join the fight unless I had no other choice."

"I'm glad you see it that way, but do the Kings share that sentiment? I seriously doubt it." I state angrily.

I feel absolutely no fear from her, only resolve when she says, "The Kings may not share it, but I do have some say in what happens with my own Guard. Whether you choose to stay here and offer advice from afar, or whether you choose to join the fight, Major, I leave the decision up to you." She stands and makes her way over to where I've nearly paced a new trench in the garden. "I think it's time to retire for the evening. Tomorrow is a big day and I have matters I must attend to. So, if you are ready, I will lead you to the kitchens so you can feed before you destroy my mother's garden."

"You know, most people wouldn't dare speak to me that way when I'm angry." I reply.

"Really? The whole 'you won't like me when I'm angry' spiel? You'll come to find out soon enough, Hulk that I'm not most people and I can defend myself very well, thanks." Bella responds.

"What did you just call me? Hulk? What is a Hulk?" I ask perplexed and completely taken aback.

"Oh, no. You did not just say that." Bella looks at me disbelievingly. "Oh, honey. I know what we're doing tonight to relax. Marvel Movie Night."

"What kinda movie night?" I ask worriedly. She just shakes her head in response and continues to lead me to the kitchen.

Cullen House – Caribou, Maine

Carlisle had been spending a lot of time at the hospital lately. Not from the desire to stay away from his family, but instead because the people of this little Maine town were going through one hell of a flu epidemic. This was actually the first day he had had the opportunity to leave the confines of the hospital in nearly a week. He obviously didn't need the sleep, but his colleagues practically had to shove him out the door to 'go home and get some rest'. Who was he to argue? If he would have refused, there would have been questions asked that he couldn't answer.

This would also be an opportune time to go up into the mountains to hunt. He hadn't been in far too long. He was thinking about the possibility of some cougars, or bears for a meal when he pulled up into the Cullen driveway and noticed that he had mail in the mailbox. It wasn't often that his family got mail, especially considering that they tried to stay out of the limelight, but when they did manage to get the odd letter or two, it wasn't anything to ignore. He didn't think anything of the various envelopes that had managed to find their way into his mailbox this evening as he placed them in the passenger seat of the car and headed up the driveway. It was probably just necessary paperwork from Esme's various design businesses or notices about upcoming Fashion Week Must Have's for Alice.

In truth, it wasn't until after he had placed the keys to his newest luxury Mercedes Sedan in the bowl next to the garage door and started going through the letters, that he began to mildly panic when he found one addressed to the Cullen Household that was postmarked from Italy. A thousand thoughts and questions passed through his mind as to why the Volturi could be contacting them. Each thought as unlikely the reason as the last. Why would they contact his family? What had they done recently that could cause this?

He didn't hesitate before placing three separate phone calls. The first to Emmett and Rosalie, who were on their way back home from a hunt in the mountains; the next call was to Esme and Alice who were shopping in nearby Presque Isle for some furniture to go in one of Esme's renovated houses; and the third was to Edward, who was with his girlfriend Cybil. Everyone said they would meet at the house as soon as possible, but for Esme and Alice, it might take a while.

To pass the time, Carlisle went out into the forest behind his house to hunt whatever meal he could find at such a close distance. He didn't have to go more than a quarter mile away before he caught the scent of a deer. He caught it and drank without much fanfare, courtesy of his nerves, but at least his throat didn't burn as badly anymore.

Once he returned to the house, he found Edward in the living room apparently awaiting the reason for his sudden departure from his beloved Cybil.

"Carlisle, why did we get a letter from Volterra?" Edward asks, obviously having seen the reason for Carlisle's distress in his thoughts.

"I don't know, Edward. However, I refuse to open the letter to find out until everyone is back. There's no sense in going over the same thing more than once." Carlisle replies patiently.

Edward was obviously displeased by this, but considering he's not the head of the family, he has no choice but to wait until everyone else arrives.

Rose and Emmett show up about twenty minutes later, back from a hunt and a little worse for wear if their lack of clothing and the amount of debris they're currently trailing in is any indication. They don't say anything as they ghost up the stairs to their room before coming back down a few minutes later fully dressed and wet-haired from the shower.

"Carlisle, why did you need us back in such a hurry?" Emmett says questioningly, sitting on the couch and pulling Rose into his lap.

Edward just rolls his eyes at their display and tries very hard to ignore their inappropriate thoughts as he sits down in front of his piano and begins to play a song for his Cybil. It reminds him of the song he used to play for Bella Swan all those years ago. He wonders idly how she's doing. She must be in her 70's with a family of her own by now. He shakes his head to clear it of the thought of Bella Swan and pays a bit more attention to the conversation in the room.

Carlisle doesn't verbally answer Emmett's question, but lifts the letter from Volterra so Emmett and Rosalie can see it.

"Why would the Volturi be contacting us?" Rose asks indignant. "Unless of course Eddie's human has opened her big mouth, there would be no reason for them to contact us."

"I'm not sure Rose, but I wanted the entire family to be here when I open it. There's no sense in repeating myself several times when I can just read it once." Carlisle states with an air of patience he only reserves for her.

It isn't too much longer before Esme and Alice show up with their arms full of stuff for Esme's remodel, but when they notice the somber feel of the living room, they quickly set aside their purchases and take the empty seats left for them on the pristine white couch.

"What did we have to cut our shopping trip short for, Carlisle? I was helping Esme pick out this wonderful…" Alice begins haughtily.

"Alice," Carlisle interrupts, "what have you seen in regards to the Volturi recently?"

It seems as though every eye is on Alice as she says, "I haven't seen anything definitive. Just snippets of Heidi going hunting for the Kings, Demetri being sent on a mission to Russia, and Felix and Jane trying to start an unsuccessful business venture. Why?"

"We received a letter from the Kings today and I wanted to see if you had any visions about why they would be contacting us." Carlisle states simply.

"I haven't seen a thing." Alice replies shocked.

"Very well, I believe you." Carlisle says. "I guess we have no choice but to open it and see what it says."

He takes a deep, unneeded breath before he opens the distinct letter and he reads aloud:

Dearest Carlisle,

It has been an age since your family has visited the City of Volterra. We sincerely hope that you have been extremely busy with your current ventures and that time has passed by far too quickly, like it does for our kind. In order to remedy this unintentional estrangement, we request the presence of you and your entire family in Volterra three months from now. We will send Demetri and our private plane to collect all of you just before the third full moon.

Caio,

Aro of the Volturi

"What does he mean, Carlisle?" Esme asks worriedly.

"It means that we have no choice but to go." Carlisle says resigned. "It's a summons to Volterra in three months. He doesn't say how long we'll be there, so I'm guessing he's giving us a chance to get our affairs in order before we go visit."

"Are you sure that we'll be there a while?" Rose asks.

"No, Rosalie, I'm not." Carlisle states. "I can only guess as to what he wants and why he's giving us three months before we head out there. I do know that sending Demetri to collect us doesn't bode well."

"He's a tracker." Edward states, picking the thought out of Carlisle's mind. "Like that James we met."

"Yes, Edward. Demetri is a tracker." Carlisle agrees. "The only difference between Demetri and the other tracker we met is that Demetri is the absolute best tracker in the vampire world. If there were anyone better, Aro would have them instead. I can only guess that if we try to run, or if we refuse to show, Demetri has been given the authority to find us and get us to Volterra by any means necessary."

"This is all just speculation though, right?" Emmett asks. "I mean, we haven't done anything to be on the Volturi's shit list."

"Emmett! Language!" Esme reprimands.

"Sorry, Esme." Emmett replies, then continues, "From what I heard, they just want us to come out for a visit. Even the Denali's go to Volterra to visit every once in a while. What makes you think this summons is cause for us to act like this is the worst case scenario?"

"You can't take anything Aro says at face value, Emmett." Carlisle states exasperated. "He chooses every word with extreme care and doesn't say anything lightly."

"That's exactly what I mean, Carlisle." Emmett states. "He said 'unintentional estrangement' which to me means that he's aware that we've been busy with school and you've been busy at the hospital. It seems that he knows the reason we haven't visited isn't because we don't want to, but because we've been too busy to. This could just be his way of telling all of us that we're going to need to take some time off from work and school in a couple months."

"That's something to take into consideration." Carlisle amends.

"And this thing with Demetri, so what if he's a tracker?" Emmett continues, "He could be the only one who knows how to fly that particular plane, or he could be the only one available to fly it out at that time because the other members of the Guard could be busy doing something else. Just because we got this summons to visit Volterra doesn't mean it's a bad thing. It could honestly mean that the Kings just want to check in with us."

Carlisle takes a deep breath before saying, "I seriously hope you're right, Emmett."

"What does he mean by the 'entire family', though?" Rosalie asks.

"I suppose he meant that all of us were to show up when Demetri gets here." Carlisle states.

"I don't think so." Rosalie remarks. "It sounds to me like he means everyone."

"No!" Edward exclaims, clearly reading something in Rosalie's thoughts. "She's not going! I won't let her be in the presence of those monsters!"

"I'm completely lost." Emmett states. "Who are you talking about?"

"Isn't it obvious, Em?" Rosalie replies. "Eddie's human has to come, too. That's what Aro meant about the entire family. Somehow he knows about Cybil and he wants to see her."

"I said no!" Edward shouts and stands crouched and growling in front of Rosalie. She ignores him and snuggles further into Emmett's arms.

"Edward, I've seen it. If she doesn't come with us, she will be hunted down and kidnapped. We have to take her with us." Alice responds calmly stepping in front of Edward and placing her hand gently on his face to calm him.

"Then I suppose we'd better get everything prepared." Carlisle muses. "Someone'll have to call Cybil's parents tomorrow and mention that our family is going to Italy for some reason and Cybil is more than welcome to come with us. Hopefully her parents will let her."

"Well, we don't have to leave for another three months, so I suggest that we finish what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted." Alice replies as she saunters her way up to her bedroom with the days' purchases.

"Well, I suppose we need to prepare to be gone for an extended period of time." Carlisle states to the room. "Please have your bank statements, credit card statements, class information, business information, and anything else that we'll need to put on hold for a while on my desk in my study before the end of the week. I'll handle everything until we get back."

"Actually, Carlisle, Rose and I are going to handle all of our crap on our own. I wanna give this whole thing a good solid college try, ya know?" Emmett responds.

"Very well. Esme, could you please contact Cybil's parents in the morning and convince them to let her come with us to Volterra? You could say it was a semester abroad type thing?" Carlise turns to his mate to ask.

"I'll come up with something." Esme replies cheerfully.

Caius POV

"Do you really think they'll bring her?" I ask Aro as we sit in his office playing the latest round of tapes from the surveillance system in the Cullen's home.

"I don't see that they have any choice, Caius." Aro replies. "If they don't, I'm sure Carlisle knows what means we will employ to get to her."

"Are we sure that this is a good idea?" Marcus asks concerned.

"It is by far the best idea." Aro replies. "How else are we to determine what hold he has on his human without actually meeting her? We obviously can't use Bella as she's been out of his reach of influence for so long. I just have a feeling that if I can see what he's doing to them, I'll be able to determine what his endgame is."

"Have we found any others that he may have left alive?" Marcus asks.

"No, but we've looked. Any other human that may have been under his influence is either long dead, or one of us." Aro remarks.

"Well, we need to worry about more pressing matters, not matters that can wait a month or so." Caius tells his brothers. "We need a plan of action for Maria and the Romanians."

"I wouldn't worry about that tonight, brother." Aro answers. "We will hear everything we need to during tomorrow's debriefing with the Major. He may have a way to get through Maria's defenses without raising too much suspicion and who knows? He may have a few ideas on how to win this war that we haven't taken into account yet."

"So we're waiting?" Caius asks.

"For now, it seems like the best option. I would recommend that you spend some time with your wife and daughters before they have to leave again." Marcus replies.

"Isn't tomorrow Saturday?" Aro asks seemingly out of the blue.

"I believe so." I reply curiously. "Why?"

"Well, since both Isabella and Charlotte are back, I do believe it's time to re-visit the Blood Room Bingo wheels and see what ridiculousness awaits us this weekend."

"I think that's a brilliant plan! I'll go make the announcement now!" Marcus states excitedly as he hurries from the room.

"I still can't get over the fact he actually likes making a fool of himself every weekend." Aro remarks as he watches Marcus' retreating form run down the corridor and around the corner.

"I don't think making a fool of himself is the point." I respond thoughtfully. "I think that he misses the opportunity to have a bit of fun every now and again. I mean think about it, we're over a millennia old, we're not dead."

"Well, we better go catch up to him before he picks out this weekend's themes on his own. Then who knows if it'll be legitimate?" Aro replies as he shuts down his computer and we both head down the hallway after Marcus.

It didn't take long for everyone to be gathered in the throne room. I'm not exactly sure if it was the excitement at being able to party it up tomorrow night, or if it was because Marcus ran through the entire castle loudly exclaiming that the Blood Room Balls were to be drawn for this weekend's theme. Frankly, I'm sure he could have phrased it better.

We waited in the throne room until everyone in the castle had made their way in as well and we waited on the dais for Bella and Char to bring up the Bingo wheels.

Aro steps forward on the dais and raises his hands up for everybody's attention. "Now, I see that there are several new faces in the crowd tonight for this meeting. Welcome new recruits and visitors! I would like to say that I am honored to invite you to the Blood Room this weekend for a celebration! You could say it is a sort of send-off to our Guard that are leaving for Romania. Granted, we haven't kept up with this in a while, and we apologize for that, but we will do our best to make up for it. Marcus, if you will." Aro states as he turns his attention to Marcus and lets him have the floor.

"There are two rolling cages that you see before you. One has in it a thousand years broken into decades. The other has various styles of music from within those decades. Caius and Aro will pick one of each and I will read them aloud. Brothers, begin rolling."

"The first category we have is…" Marcus paused for dramatic effect as Aro handed him one of the laminated sheets. "…the 1920's!"

We could see several of the people in attendance getting really excited by the prospect of dressing in 20's style garb. Others were just confused. Everyone else was just awaiting the music style now. I stopped the cage and reached into the slot to grab a single style. Once I grabbed onto the one that felt right, I handed it over to Marcus.

"The music style is…" another dramatic pause. If he kept this up, he'd be just as bad as Aro. "…Progressive Metal!"

"Wonderful!" Aro exclaims. "We will see everyone tomorrow evening at the Blood Room! Entry is at 8:00 p. m. and remember, no costume, no entry! Dismissed!"

I can't help but wonder about this Progressive Metal business. However, if I know one thing for certain, I know I'll have to find out one way or another. I just hope Athena still has my suits from the 20's in storage somewhere. I do miss dressing like an old-school gangster, and I know Athena misses her flapper dresses. I can only hope she remembers where she put them.

BPOV

"What the hell did we just bear witness to?" I hear drawling behind me as I move the rolling cages back into storage.

"This weekend's theme if you wanna party at the Blood Room." I reply over my shoulder to Peter.

"What the hell is the Blood Room?" he asks confused.

"The Blood Room is a Volturi only club inside the castle that Bella and I started during our newborn year here. We started doing themed entries every weekend to include everyone and keep everyone happy. We managed to include every Volturi member in both the music selection and the clothing selection, but unfortunately, or fortunately, they don't always match up. I think the last time was when we got Father to dress like a 1980's Rockstar in those leather pants!" Char says giggling. "It was the best thing I've ever seen."

"He looked hilarious." I agree laughing at the memory. "But he enjoyed it just as much as we did.

"So the Kings get involved in the festivities, too?" Jasper asks while I'm closing the storage room door.

"Marcus is there every weekend we've got the place open, Caius is there when he feels he won't make a fool of himself or when he knows it'll make us happy, and Aro is only there if we play music from a specific time period. Although it was humorous to see Aro dressed in a wife beater, baggy gray sweatpants, and a gold diamond encrusted chain that said ARO hanging from his neck, all with a flat billed ball cap on sideways while dancing to Bach's Harpsichord concerto, in D Minor. And that was only last year." Char volunteers cheerfully.

"I still would love to know who convinced him to wear that." I wonder aloud.

"I have no idea, but I wouldn't be surprised if Sulpicia had something to do with it." Char responds.

"Or Jane." I amend.

"Or Jane." Char agrees.

"Sounds…entertaining." Jasper states concerned.

"Well, you boys are more than welcome to join us for tomorrow's festivities. You never know, you may actually have fun." I say invitingly.

"We would, but unfortunately we'll probably have to prepare for the battle with Maria tomorrow night and we didn't bring any clothes from the 20's."

"That's alright. Heidi is a great seamstress and the people she's hired for these occasions are amazing themselves. If you're interested in letting loose a bit before we head to Romania, I would seriously consider coming." I reply. "As for tonight, though, I think we agreed on a little Marvel Movie Marathon in the theater. Follow me."

"This place has a theater, too?" I hear Peter ask in awe.

"Yes, Peter, it has a theater, too." I reply.

"What did we decide on?" Char asks. "And why Marvel?"

"Uh, why not Marvel, should be your question, and because I called Jasper the Hulk earlier and he had no idea what I was talking about."

"Incredible Hulk it is then. What is after that?"

"I was thinking we could just start with Phase 1. It's not like we don't have time for all of them before we meet with the Kings in the morning." I state confidently finally making my way to the theater door.

"Good choice." Char replies as she heads inside to get the projector up and running.

We had added an upgrade to the theater that the Kings had already had about 13 years ago. The new system allowed us to both store and play movies pretty much on demand. The only thing we had to worry about was getting the projector up and running.

"Take your seats, gentlemen." I say in a mock-announcer voice. "We are about to blow your collective minds with the fabulousness that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe; Phase 1."

"Phase 1?" Peter asks. "How many Phases are there?"

"Enough to keep you entertained for a while." Char replies. "Now sit back and enjoy."

A/N: Things are getting interesting now, huh?