Author's Note: Before we begin, I have a grand rant to share with you all. A rant about Wattpad. Holy dumpster fire. I tried uploading my stories onto Wattpad in addition to and Archive of Our Own. If I knew then what I know now, I never would have touched Wattpad. First of all, stories that got thousands of views on FFN and AO3 got under a hundred views on Wattpad. The system over there prioritizes recommending stories that are already popular. So when you post your chapters, you can either be very lucky or your story will go unnoticed. The site was lacking in basic features, there was no way to limit your search to a specific fandom, the search bar would fail to find stories with the exact title I typed in. The presentation prioritizes the picture over the description of the actual story, making the picture huge, but not letting you even see the whole description. So Wattpad's system rewards your ability to make a pretty picture over your ability to write a good story. Fanfictions about some topics are pushed over others, so if you're not bending to the current trend, you're screwed. And the worst part was that my story was stolen and posted onto another website without my permission. And I know from certain details that it was the Wattpad version they took. Thankfully it didn't have all the chapters since I didn't finish uploading them to Wattpad. I looked into it and that website is actually infamous for stealing fanfictions from Wattpad who does nothing about it. I will never write nor read fanfiction on Wattpad again. And if you are thinking about writing fanfiction, my advice to you is post your stories on both and Archive or Our Own, never post any fanfiction on Wattpad ever.

I deleted my Wattpad account and I didn't look back. I wash my hands of that garbage fest.

By the way, you may have noticed that I just replaced the picture for this story. What do you think? Before you ask, yes, that is me in the picture.


Spider-Man and MJ: Never Break

Chapter 9 You Will

MJ drove into the parking lot of the diner. She knew it would be a while before she got another chance, so she took out her phone to give Peter one of his requested, occasional status reports. She almost put that phone away, not wanting Peter to hear her choked up voice. But she knew Peter would go crazy if she didn't call him and thought that Peter might call while she's working if she didn't call him then.

"Hello?" Peter said.

"Just giving you one of those calls you wanted," MJ said, trying hard not to sound miserable. "I hope this isn't a bad time."

"No. Don't worry about it being a bad time to call me. If it's a bad time, I'll make it a good time."

"Okay. Um. I don't have anything to report on. It's just that I might not be able to pick up while I'm working. If it's urgent, could you send me a text? I can get away with reading a text easier than I can get away with taking a phone call." MJ almost cried, thinking about how she just let slip a few details of her job which she hated. That, combined with everything else going on made it difficult for her to not cry. MJ moved the receiver in her phone away from her mouth and covered it so Peter wouldn't here her panting anxiously.

"Sure. I can text you if it's urgent. I understand," Peter said.

"Thanks. I'm sorry, Tiger. I don't mean to have double standards like that. I know you just said I can call you any time."

"It's alright, MJ. I can say that because no one can fire me from what I'm doing. Now, I'm glad you called me, but I should probably get back to it."

"Yeah. Go," MJ encouraged. "I love you."

"I love you. Bye, MJ."

"Bye, Tiger."


MJ could barely make it through her shift. After that . . . episode with her mother, she had no emotional resistance to anything. Every little mistake she made, every single rude costumer, every single inconvenient accident hit her like a truck. When her break began, she took deep breaths, trying to relax the anxiety away. This was her first chance since she got inside the diner to call Peter. As the phone dialed, she both hoped to hear his loving voice and worried about him hearing her exhausted voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Tiger. Just calling you to say I'm okay," MJ said.

"That's good. Has anyone been suspicious?"

MJ had been so distracted, she didn't think to keep an eye out for suspicious activity. "Uh . . . no, I didn't notice anything suspicious. How about you? Anything to report on Harry?"

"I snuck into his penthouse, but I couldn't find any evidence and I could only do so much with Harry and the butler there," Peter explained.

"You were doing that and you let me call you?" MJ asked, confused.

"Don't worry about that. I have it rigged so that when you call, I get a silent blinking in my mask that only I can see. And I was always able to go somewhere I wouldn't be heard," Peter explained.

"It wasn't really proof, but there was one interesting thing I noticed at the penthouse."

"What's that?"

"No security cameras . . . anywhere. When I used to come over to his house, there were multiple cameras in the living room, cameras in the bedrooms, probably cameras in the bath rooms. Now, nothing; almost as if he doesn't want any footage of goblin activity."

"Do you know if the cameras were there when Norman was up to no good?" MJ asked.

"Very astute question. The thing is, Norman kept his goblin stuff in his office at Oscorp; so he didn't need to take down the cameras at the penthouse."

"But Harry is not the current CEO."

"Correct. He's not even working there," Peter said. "The good news is, I asked Harry if I could see him and 'catch up'. He said yes, so I might be able to get a few clues."

"What do you expect to find out? He's not going to just tell you he's the new Gre . . ." MJ lowed her voice. "New Green Goblin."

"No, but he might slip. If he's acting too nice, I'll know it's an act. If he gives me a story, I can fact check it."

"Okay. Good luck, Tiger."


Peter fidgeted with just about everything on the table. This was going to be his first time seeing Harry since summer break began and since he started dating Harry's ex. It was also the first time he would speak to Harry since they stopped being friends and since Harry might have tried to kill him. His heart would jump every time he saw someone he thought might be Harry.

"You still get the same thing, right," said Harry, startling Peter with his voice.

Peter jolted his head around to face him. "Harry?"

"That's me," Harry said, placing a frozen coffee in front of Peter on the table. "I decided to order while you weren't looking. Didn't want that classic Parker pride getting in the way of me paying for your coffee.

"Thanks," Peter said with half hidden nervousness.

Peter had a few different theories about why Harry was dressed so nice with his black blazer over a vest and leather gloves. The first theory was that he was covering his battle damage from last night's fight if that was in fact him. Peter had hoped he could see some marks on his fingers, but he couldn't with those gloves in the way. The second theory was that Harry wanted to flaunt a higher-class of status around the current boyfriend of his ex-girlfriend. The third theory was that Harry missed Peter and he wanted to treat the reunion with formality. "Cheers," Harry said, sitting down and raising his own coffee.

Peter reached for the cup of frozen coffee, knowing it would be suspicious if he refused. It did occur to him that Harry could have poisoned it. "Come on, spider-sense, don't fail me know!" Peter thought, putting the straw in his mouth. He didn't get any warning from his spider-sense, so he went through with drinking it. Same pumpkin flavor; just like old times.

"So, I have been dying to know what our catching up is all about," Harry said. "We haven't talked to each other in months. Now, I here from Peter Parker that he wants to see me again. I can't help but wonder if there's some special reason why."

Peter cleared his throat, remembering what he had been rehearsing in his head. "I've been worried about you lately."

"Has MJ been saying I was 'toxic' and 'volatile'?"

Peter thought, "Don't act like that question is a reason to panic. He knows MJ and I have been friends for a while, this doesn't mean he knows we're dating." Peter told Harry in a calm voice, "She might have said something like that."

"She was right," Harry admitted. He shook his head before saying, "I haven't been taking it well, Pete."

"You seem . . . more conscious now. Any reason for the change?"

"Just . . . putting the blame in the right place. It adds some clarity to know who really screwed me over."

"I know you miss your father, but Spider-Man was just trying to protect the city."

Harry laughed with a touch of anger mixed in. "You think I miss my father?"

Peter looked at him confused, having previously thought that Harry was devastated by the loss of his father.

"My father was dismissive and cold. He never showed some support. He clearly cleverly loved you more than his own son," Harry said venomously. "I wish Spider-Man had killed him sooner."

"Is that how you feel? Then . . . what's the-"

"THE PROBLEM IS THAT EVERYBODY KNOWS!" Harry exploded, his arms dramatically spread to the side. "Everywhere I go, they say, 'Look at him. That's the son of GREEEN GOBLIN!'" Harry looked around at the other customers in the coffee shop, shouting, "Anyone want to take a few pictures?! The Green Goblin's son is in the house."

"Harry, calm down. You're going to cause a scene," Peter urged.

"They're not going to do anything. No one's ever brave enough to tell me to shut up," Harry explained. "You know, I was surprised that you were willing to meet me somewhere in public. MJ was always refusing to go to public places with me. She was always insisting we wear disguises if we were in public together."

"She was?" Peter asked, concernedly. Peter hadn't heard anything about THAT from MJ. "How were you going out on dates that whole time?"

"Meeting at my place, usually. Video chats, the rest of the time. You know, it didn't exactly help my problems that my girlfriend didn't want to be seen with me. No going to the theater, I had to watch everything on VOD. No going out to dinner, I had to eat at the same old place. You can imagine my frustration when the first time she asks to see me in public in months is to breakup with me."

"I'm sorry, that must have been hard for you," Peter said, surprised to hear that MJ had treated him like that. He understood her reasons, but that doesn't mean it wasn't hard on Harry.

Harry stared at the center of the table, anger boiling inside. "Spider-Man," he growled.

Peter's blood ran cold. Was this what it sounded like?

"Spider-Man never should have told everyone that my father was the goblin," Harry said as if he wasn't speaking to Spider-Man. "Now, Oscorp wants nothing more than to distance itself from me. In fact, every company out there wouldn't touch me with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole."

Peter swallowed hard. "You were always speculating that I might know Spider-Man. I have spoken with Spider-Man a few times. He told me that he regretted telling the world about the goblin's identity."

Harry kept silent for a few seconds before saying, "It really hurts that I can't hate him."

"What?" Peter asked confused.

"All the pain Spider-Man caused me . . . it's outweighed by all the lives he's saved. How can I call him a monster when I know how much he's helped people? He did, after all, take out Green Goblin. But do you know how hard it is, to know that, in the grand scheme of things, the worst thing that ever happened to you doesn't matter. It makes me feel like I don't matter."

"Of course, you matter, Harry!" Peter said, tears filling his eyes.

"You gonna tell me that I matter to you after not talking to me for months? I mean, I know it was my fault we fell apart, but the point stands," Harry said, choked up. Harry took a deep breath through his nose, composing himself. "But, that's enough about me. How about you? How do you like dating Mary Jane?"

Peter would have refused to change subject if he wasn't rattled to hear that Harry knew about the relationship. "H-how-"

"Oh, come on. It was obvious that you two like each other. But I don't want any hard feelings between you and me. So, tell me, how are things between you two?"

"It . . ." Peter cleared his throat, wondering if he should admit that they were dating. He decided that there was no harm in telling him since Harry probably wouldn't believe him if he said otherwise. "It's going alright. We uh, we get each other."

"Mm-hm," Harry said, nodding and putting on a small smile. Though, he couldn't make eye contact and it was somehow clear that he was a little embarrassed. Not jealous of Peter's relationship with Mary Jane, just embarrassed that he couldn't be as good a boyfriend as Peter. "I don't want her back, just in case that wasn't clear," Harry stated. "We weren't happy together; neither of us really was. What I do want is to give you a heads up about a few things."

"What kind of things?" Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"The kind of things where she makes out with other people," Harry said, lifting his straw to his lips.

That was alien information to Peter. "What?"

"Yep. Every so often, I would get a picture sent to me by a friend in common of her kissing someone else. She would give some sort of excuse like, 'It was just one kiss,' or 'you're still my main squeeze' or 'I was high'."

"High?" Peter questioned. "She told you she was high?"

"You remember that time she overdosed, don't you Pete?"

"Yeah. I remember. She told me that was the only time she did drugs."

"Did she really?" Harry asked amused. "She was more honest with her other friends. I guess she didn't tell you about her recreational activities since you're such a 'goodie two shoes' as she liked to call you."

"I don't mean to be rude, especially since I'm a goodie two shoes, but I'm not sure I believe all this stuff you're saying about her."

Harry nodded. "You will."


Author's Note: In case you're going to skip the backup story, there's a special announcement in the Author's Note below.


Thor and Hulk: False Pantheon

Chapter 6 Joy

Thor bounded to his feet, his dose of Red Pleasure finally allowing him to move. "Whoa!" Thor exclaimed, eyes wide open. "That was amazing!"

"Amazing?" Hulk questioned worriedly.

"It was like- it was like drinking the stars! I was in a cosmic realm of joy!"

"Right . . . uh, let's not do that again, okay?"

Thor didn't say anything to agree to that and Hulk didn't like it. Thor instead asked, "What happened to the captive?"

"Skalbar killed him anyway. He made you drink that stuff for nothing."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Thor guessed that he was supposed to be sad about the death, but his thoughts were too distracted.

"Come on. We're not going to find Skalbar by sitting around here."

Hulk wished he could just smash his way through the ceilings and floors until he found Skalbar, but there was no telling how many other people were in that mansion. They entered the next room and found it far less pleasant than the last. There were dozens of fools searching for Red Pleasure. They ripped open books arranged in tall stacks, smashed vases, and crawled under carpets. One of the fools found a vial of Red Pleasure in a hollowed out book. Other fools shrieked at the sight of her discovery. They swarmed her, grabbing at the vial, forming a pile of crazed fools.

"Oh, screw this," Hulk said. He dug through the pile of fools with his big hands, shoving them aside until he found the hand clung to the Red Pleasure. Hulk lifted the fool out of the pile by her arm and ripped the vial out of her hand.

The fools pounded their fists against Hulk, but they weren't strong enough to hurt him. Hulk roared at them, trying to scare them off, but it had no effect. The only thing they feared was not getting their Red Pleasure. Hulk threw the vial out a high set window. The fools wailed in despair, having lost their chance to drink the only thing they craved.

Hulk looked at Thor to see his reaction. Thor looked disturbed. But was he disturbed to see the effect that Red Pleasure had on the fools, or was he disturbed to see a vial of Red Pleasure wasted?

Through the speakers on the ceiling, Skalbar said, "Attention, all participants of the Red Pleasure Hunt! I know it hurts you so to be deprived of your Red Pleasure. Fortunately, I know where you can find more. You see, we have two new participants; a big guy with green skin and a man with yellow hair. They have managed to secure a rather large number of vials and are carrying them on their person wherever they go."

All the fools stared at Thor and Hulk hungrily. "Oh, great," Hulk grumbled.

Skalbar continued, "The man with yellow hair is the one who carries around all their Red Pleasure. Perhaps he might have enough to share with you if you come across him." The fools focused solely on Thor. "But be careful. He may be a hoarder and might try to steal any hard found vials you could have on your person." That last sentence was meant for Thor and only Hulk realized that.

The fools tried to charge at Thor, but Hulk pushed them back, forcing them to tumble over each other. Thor readied his hammer and it ignited with electricity. Hulk didn't wait to see what Thor would do with it. Hulk picked Thor up and jumped. Hulk smashed his way through the ceiling, praying there was no one directly above them. Thankfully there wasn't. "What were you going to do with that electrified hammer?" Hulk questioned.

"I was going to defend myself," Thor said plainly. "These people are savages."

"These people are victims. The red stuff drove them crazy," Hulk argued.

"I drank that red stuff and I don't act like them."

"You had one dose!"

"And I could have another without ending up like them."

Frightened by what he just heard, Hulk backed away from a door he was about to open. "Look right here," Hulk said, pointing at his eyes. "You are not going to drink another dose of that stuff. I don't care if you think you can handle it." Hulk went back to the door and left the room, not inviting Thor to argue and considering the discussion over."

Thor was seething at Hulk's audacity to tell him what he can't do. Thor thought, "I am the prince of Asgard and the god of thunder. Yet this green monster thinks himself wiser than I? He doesn't know what he's talking about. He didn't feel what I felt. He doesn't understand what he wants to deprive me of; unless he does. How do I know he didn't drink any Red Pleasure when I was asleep? He wants to keep it for himself!" Thor's theory obviously made no sense. If Hulk had drank Red Pleasure while Thor was already under, then Thor would have woken up before he did. And if Hulk wanted the Red Pleasure for himself, he wouldn't have thrown a vial out the window.

Hulk found a fresh corpse laying on the floor, foam still falling out of the mouth. In the corpse's hands were three vials; two were empty, one was still full. Sorrow shown clear on his countenance, Hulk gently took the full vial from the corpse's hand so that the other fools wouldn't drink it.

"I'll take that one," Thor stated, glaring at Hulk and holding the hammer tight.

Hulk wanted to smash the vial, but he wanted to convince Thor not to take it and he didn't want to set Thor off. "No. You don't want it."

"Yes, I do."

"It's not good for you! It's going to make you like the others here!"

"DON'T COMPARE ME TO THEM!" Thor demanded. "I am Thor, son of Odin and I am above them! Now give me that vial or I will . . ."

Mjolnir fell out of Thor's hand, landing with the handle pointed up. Thor was dumbstruck by the event. He had been holding it effortlessly, but it suddenly felt like the heaviest thing he had ever tried to lift. Thor was in denial, but Hulk knew exactly what was going on. "See what it's doing to you?"

"Don't," Thor growled.

"That hammer can only be held by someone worthy. You're not worthy right now because you're letting that stuff control you."

"I AM WORTHY!" Thor insisted. He grabbed the handle with both hands and pulled, but Mjolnir would not budge a single inch. Thor growled in frustration as Hulk watched with his arms crossed. Thor's feet cracked through the floor beneath him as he pulled with great strength that could not lift Mjolnir. Thor took his feet out of the holes he created, replanted them and tried again with the same result.

"Stop. It's not gonna move," Hulk said.

Thor let go of the handle and stared at Mjolnir, dejected. It had been so long since Mjolnir denied him. This was not a sign that Thor took lightly.

Hulk waved around the vial of Red Pleasure and said, "You can't have this and Mjolnir. Whatcha gonna choose?"

Thor looked back and forth between the vial and the hammer. Thor heard a dozen tiny voices in the back of his mind whisper, "Choose the Red Pleasure."

A giant hand smashed through the wall and grabbed Hulk. The giant arm pulled back, ripping Hulk out of the building.

"HULK!" Thor cried.

"Don't worry about him," said a voice from behind. "He's not your problem anymore." It was Uster, false god of metal. He was clad in roughly shaped, black metal. Uster held out a vial of Red Pleasure and said, "For you."

Thor knew he should be trying to help Hulk, but he was entranced by the vial of his desired liquid being freely offered to him. Thor instinctively grabbed the vial.

"Excuse me," Uster said before jumping out the recently made hole in the wall.

Thor wanted so badly to open that vial and drink the contents. But he knew that if he did, he would go under for a time. Maybe it would keep him down long enough for the false gods to kill Hulk. Even if Hulk could beat them by himself, it would be hard for Hulk to forgive Thor. This wasn't just a choice between the Red Pleasure and Mjolnir, it was also a choice between the Red Pleasure and Hulk. The weight of his guilt set in. He realized how foolish he was to even consider taking that stuff instead of helping Hulk. He looked at the vial with contempt where desire used to be, seeing clearly that he let the last dose cloud his mind. The Red Pleasure was not a treasure to be sought, it was a poison and Thor wouldn't think otherwise anymore. Thor threw the vial aside, shattering it against a painting. Thor reached out and Mjolnir flew back into his hand, recognizing him as worthy once more.

Uster, false god of metal and Palidia, false goddess of size were chosen by Skalbar for a reason. Uster was covered in conductive metal and Palidia was too big to avoid lightning strikes. It was supposed to be a sick joke. Skalbar was counting on Thor being unconscious while Hulk would die against enemies Thor could have easily defeated. But Thor didn't drink the Red Pleasure, so he easily defeated them. Hulk kept Uster busy while Thor struck Palidia with a series of lightning bolts. When Palidia was finished, Thor did the same to Uster.

With Uster and Palidia dead, Thor and Hulk had the opportunity to talk. "I'm sorry. You were right about the Red Pleasure. I was a fool to speak to you the way I did," Thor said sorrowfully.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad that stuff isn't messing with you anymore."

A shining portal opened between them and the mansion. Through it came Sfay. "An impressive display," Sfay said, examining the burnt bodies.

"Thank you?" Hulk said uncertain and confused by the complement. They didn't know if she was apathetic to the deaths of her friends or if she was actually on Thor and Hulk's side despite them never meeting before.

"May I ask who you are?" Thor asked.

"My name is Sfay. There are those who refer to me as the goddess of fortune." Knowing she was one of the false gods put Thor and Hulk on edge. That information should have meant she was their enemy, but Sfay's demeanor lacked the expected hostility. "I want to help you," Sfay said.

"You want to help us take out your fellow false gods?" Hulk questioned.

"I want to help you free Oblious."

Thor and Hulk gave each other an uncertain look. Hulk gestured for Thor to come close. "I know this is hard to believe," Hulk whispered, "but we don't know that they're all bad. Maybe a few of them don't like the way things are either."

"I can prove myself," Sfay said, understanding their hesitation. "Skalbar will be hard to find in that mansion. I can bring you to him."

After coming to an agreement, Sfay opened a portal for Thor to walk through alone. Hulk stayed behind with Sfay to make sure she wouldn't get away with any tricks. They couldn't see what was really on the other side of that portal. Sfay had told them that she can't actually force an unwilling passenger through her portals. Thor had to poke his head back through the portal and tell Hulk it was safe to join him on the other side. Sfay and Hulk walked through the portal and entered a room with a series of monitors that showed dozens of locations throughout the mansion. Skalbar was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, clutching his aching gut.

"Tell us how to release your victims from the effect of Red Pleasure," Thor demanded, pointing his hammer at Skalbar. He was asking the wrong person.

"Nothing can be done. They've made their own choices and this is what they get."

"He's lying," Sfay said. "He's the source of the Red Pleasure and the effect it has comes from him. If you kill him, they'll all come to their senses."

What had just happened was, a person they just met and had reason to distrust told them to kill someone on the basis that doing so would solve their problem. It was suspicious, but . . . what did they have to lose? Skalbar just told them that solving the problem couldn't be done. He wasn't going to help them while he was alive. If Sfay was lying, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

Hulk shrugged at Thor, thinking they might as well.

"What a joke it is that you two call yourselves heroes," Skalbar said.

"We are heroes," Thor insisted. "We're saving this world from people like you."

"You didn't come here to save this world. You came here to satisfy your ego. I saw what's in that mind of yours when I gave you the directions to the mansion. I know that you hate the gods of Oblious because they remind you too much of yourself," Skalbar said venomously.

"I am nothing like you!" Thor growled.

"And you want to kill us all to prove it! I know you weren't always 'worthy' enough for that special hammer of yours. You want the moral high ground with which to look down on us after your early years of carefree irresponsibility. You think that being a god comes with a myriad of responsibility and you hate us for 'not living up to that responsibility' like your previous self. What better way for you to show us all how true a god you are than by slaughtering the ones you look down on. That's what this is about; not the wellbeing of the mortals you care nothing for."

"That's not true. I do care for the mortals of this world."

"Name one of them," Skalbar challenged.

He couldn't do it. Thor had barely spoken with the mortals of Oblious. He never once asked them for their names. He never asked what they thought of the false gods or told them he would help them. Thor didn't know any of their names.

"And you!" Skalbar dramatically said, pointing at Hulk. "Oblious isn't your problem, yet here you are." Skalbar was calling back to a previous conversation Hulk had with Thor. Any doubt that Skalbar actually saw into Thor's mind was gone. "Funny how you never even traveled overseas to help other countries of your own world, but you instantly took Thor's invitation to help a planet you never knew existed. Where were you when places other than the U.S.A. had their wars and tyrants?! Oh, that's right, you were staying in the country that everyone cares about, posing for pictures, signing autographs, appearing on talk shows and performing heroics that would go viral online. It's all about what rewards you. You're not helping Thor for the sake of this world; you're here because you're trying to sleep with the handsome god of thunder."

"SHUT UP!" Hulk roared before smashing his fists onto Skalbar's chest, killing him almost instantly.

All three of them stared at the body, feeling the weight of what Skalbar just put out there. They weren't really sure if Skalbar's claims were accurate or logical misinformation based off of true events. Sfay didn't judge either of them. She had struggled with questioning her own righteousness, but never really came up with anything to comfort Thor with. As for Hulk's possible feelings, Sfay considered it none of her business.

Thor had always thought what he was doing was for the people of Oblious, but he couldn't help but wonder if Skalbar had a point about what was going on in Thor's subconscious.

Hulk expected Thor to ask him if it was true; if Hulk was trying to sleep with Thor. But Thor didn't press him about it and Hulk didn't know what to take from the lack of questions. Hulk would have liked to think that he would agree to help Oblious if anyone else had asked him. But then Hulk realized that he was doing the wrong thing with what Skalbar said. If Skalbar was right to call him out on not helping other nations of Earth, than he should make plans to do so instead of wallowing about it. As for the motivations of glory . . .

"Let's just leave the mansion," Hulk said with a surprisingly bright smile.

Thor cocked his head to the side, wondering why Hulk was so enthusiastic.

Hulk said, "He says we only do what we do for the glory or for the thanks. So let's prove him wrong. There are a bunch of people in this mansion that are getting their minds freed from the effects of Red Pleasure. Let's just . . . not tell them we were the ones to save them. I'm sure they know the way back to their homes anyway. Let's just watch the monitors to make sure they're okay and then leave."

Thor had to let the idea grow on him for a second. At first, it felt strange to pass up an opportunity for glory. But this was his chance to prove to himself that he didn't need glory to help people. Thor nodded. "We . . . will never tell them."

"I'll take the secret to my grave," Hulk said. Though, really, they both knew people would figure out what happened.

"And we won't brag."

"We help people because they need it, not for the bragging rights."

"THAT'S RIGHT!" Thor said merrily, patting Hulk on the back. He turned to Sfay and asked, "Where can we find the next false god?"


Author's Note: Before you go, I have a bit of good news. I prewrote the next two chapters that will finish Never Break. So, the time has come for me to start writing my next fanfiction.

Disney Princesses: Attack on Encanto

This is going to be a sequel to both Encanto and my story, Disney Princesses: Extermination. I've been noticing that some readers just read the first chapter of Extermination and then don't go any further. It gets better as it goes; bear with it. If you're interested in Attack of Encanto, I recommend that you read Extermination first. I don't know when I'll be posting the first chapter yet; if not this month, then sometime next month.

Oh, right, the plot; that's important. In Disney Princesses: Attack on Encanto, the princesses are tricked into helping an invasion of the Encanto; those princesses are going to be returning characters from Extermination like Elsa, Rapunzel, Cinderella, Merida, and many more. Bruno gets a vision about the princesses attacking and that vision shows others who help protect the Encanto. So the Madrigal family goes to enlist the help of characters who weren't in Extermination like Casandra and Varian from Tangled the Series and Raya and Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon. Also, there's going to be a revelation that Mirabel is actually not a biological Madrigal and fallout from that. Make sure to follow me, not just the story so you'll know when Disney Princesses: Attack on Encanto begins.