This chapter a bit on the heavy/long side (mostly cuz I tried to write a episode as a whole one chapter, but it's going to be broken up into two, the Episode in question being Mutant crush. Hope you all enjoy.
Outside the Factory.
The goons slowly approached the trio of Frank, Peter, and Rogue, who were huddled together back to back. Frank knew for himself he could fight, and fight dirty at that, but didn't know if these teens were even capable of throwing a punch.
"You two know how to fight?" Frank asked.
"Kinda." Rogue responded.
"I uhh, broke a guys arm once, so hopefully that's enough for a prerequisite." Peter said.
"Good, can you do that again?" Frank said, as he charged the goon facing him, punching him square in the jaw. The goon stumbled down onto the ground, and the rest of the goons started to charge at them.
A goon with a knife made his way towards Peter. First he tried to thrust the knife towards Peter's stomach, but missed when he side stepped the knife, hitting the parked car behind him instead. The goon then tried slashing at Peter, only landing a vertical cut on his left forearm, causing some pain for Peter. He tried to thrust again, but this time Peter ducked down and hit the goon with a kick to the groin. The goon fell onto his knees, and was met with a follow up right hook to the face, knocking him out.
Rogue looked at the chaos unfolding in front of her eyes and was frozen in place. She tried to move her body, but her brain was unwilling in letting her do that. That was until Peter's Spider sense starting going off in her head. She instinctively ducted down, avoiding a crowbar to the face. It landed in the window of the car and the alarm started going off. The goon struggled to get the crowbar back out.
"Goddamnit!" Rogue took the opportunity to move on the offensive. She took one of her gloves off and slowly approached the goon.
"This is a very bad idea." Rogue thought as she lightly tapped the goons face, causing him to yell out in pain and pass out. The other goons fighting Frank and Peter noticed it and started focusing their attention on her.
"What did that bitch just do?!" One goon yelled.
"Joey! Joey get up!" Another exclaimed.
"That's it!" The main goon yelled. He pulled out a pistol and aimed it directly at Rogue. She froze, as did Frank and Peter to prevent her from getting shot. The remaining goons started to group on the teens and the photojournalist.
"Now I'll admit, the three of you got balls. But whatever you thought was going to happen, isn't so why don't you two-" the goon turned to Frank and Peter. "-hand over those cameras and little Ms. Dark and Gloomy doesn't get her brains spilled out her skull.
Peter and Frank looked at each other for a few. Frank sighed and started to lift his camera from around his neck. Just then, a faint siren could be heard. The goons immediately panicked, while Peter had a look of relief and Frank was looking smug.
"Hey buddy you never know, maybe the judge will think pulling a gun after trying to kill 3 people is enough for a plea bargain." Frank quipped. The goon with the gun turned to him with the gun in hand, but another one stopped him.
"We gotta go! If Hammerhead finds out we got arrested fucking with two teens and a washed up has been, he'll kill us." The name Hammerhead stuck with Peter, as he hadn't been seen or heard from in New York City since Tombstone got arrested at the Valentine's Day summit. He kept it in the back of his mind.
The goon started to scream in frustration before running away into the factory. The gate closed and the sirens seemed to be getting nearer. Frank turned to the two teens and saw the two goons both Peter and Rogue knocked out.
"You two need to get out if here. Now. I'll...make up some story, and hope the officer is a fan of mines." Frank said. Peter looked like he was about to say something, but stopped once he realized he was being dragged by his collar by Rogue. The pair ran down a few blocks until they didn't hear anymore sirens.
The teens ducted into a nearby alley as they stopped to catch their breath.
"You ok?"
Rogue looked over at Peter, and the events of the last week, plus the events of the last 15 or so minutes, got to her.
"No Peter, ah'm not. Ah'm starting to think you're either insane or have some type of death wish." Peter was caught off guard by the response, but still tried to make light of it.
"Well...sanity is a pretty big prerequisite in being a hero so-"
"Would ya just stop with the jokes for 5 minutes?!" Rogue snapped. "The last 3 weeks Ah've been running from Mississippi because ah touched some boy and ah don't know if he's dead or not. Then the start of this week, ah get chased by some people tryna kidnap or kill meh."
"Rogue I get it, you're stressed out."
"Do you really get it Parker? Because from all ah've seen of you the past week is that ya think everything is a big joke." Rogue looked frustrated and livid, and Peter knew he had to appeal to her in some way shape or form.
"Rogue it's not like that. It's...complicated, ok?"
"Bullshit. Ah'm not an idiot Parker."
"I didn't say you were-"
"Then tell meh why you can't take nothing seriously. We were surrounded by thugs 15 minutes ago who said they were gonna hurt us, and you and that Frank guy start making jokes."
Peter leaned against the wall of the alley, looking up at the sky. "I can take stuff seriously, it's just..." He looked back down to see Rogue still staring at him, waiting for an answer with her arms folded into her chest.
He sighed. "I make terrible jokes when I'm stressed. I've been doing it since I got my powers. Used it as a coping strategy, seeing as I was too broke to even think about therapy. And lately I've been needing to cope a lot." He looked back at Rogue, who still seemed upset, but less so.
"Cope with what?" Rogue inquired. Peter looked down at his feet as he recalled last month's fight with Green Goblin in his head. He couldn't bring himself to tell Rogue he killed him, albeit indirectly.
"I...can't go into specifics right now. I'm sorry."
"So what, you're not gonna tell me?"
"Not right now. Look Rogue-"
"Save it Parker." Rogue interjected. "Ah appreciate you helping me learn ya powers and taking me in, but all this...is too much." Rogue started to walk away from Peter, leaving the teen standing by himself.
"Good ol' reliable Parker luck." Peter thought to himself. He sighed and put his mask back on, jumping from the alley and starting to swing away. In the distance, another person was behind the pair in the alley.
"Guess I got my answer." Lance said.
The Next Day.
The energy of Bayville high was somewhat similar to Midtown High to Peter, giving some leeway to the changes. First the town that seemed like "New York City" according to Principal Coulson was not even in the same running as it. A small rural town would've been more accurate, as the nearest real city in Bayville was an hour drive away.
Second change was the school itself. Midtown was a science focused highschool. Bayville was a sports focused one. Meaning it was bully central, and he would be target number 1 soon.
Finally the biggest change was the fact he wasn't the only super powered person here. Save for Rogue, the other people he met in that cemetery were here too, although after that night he wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to get friendly with them.
"Ok Pete, first day of your new life. Lets just try to get through today without getting stuffed in a locker, upsetting Rogue even more, or get those superpowered teens on my case. Should be a piece of cake."
Peter headed to the auditorium, where everyone was already gathering for the first school meeting of the Spring Semester. He walked in and avoided the other superhuman teens, as well as everyone else. He saw Rogue and was tempted to sit next to a familiar face, but figured after yesterday he should probably give her time to cool off.
"Hey, we got a seat open if you need one." Peter turned to see who was talking and saw a boy with a redish-brown bowl cut, black rimmed glasses, and a blue long-sleeve sweater with black pants and what seemed to be black and white skateboard shoes.
Next to him was a girl that reminded him of one of the rock bands he liked to listen to, as she had black and purple hair, ear piercings, a dark beige long sleeve shirt, maroon pants, and boots that stopped just at the ankles.
"Thanks." Peter said respectfully,
"Don't mention it. You wouldn't happen to be a new student, right?"
"Actually I am. Just moved here from the City."
"Wait, really?" The girl asked, Peter noticing her accent.
"Yeah. I take it you're from England."
The girl chuckled. "Well it wasn't like I was trying to hide it mate." Peter facepalmed himself in the head as he thought about the possibility if embarrassing himself further today was still possible. Luckily, the boy next to him decided to save him from even more attempts at social suicide.
"What's your name anyways?"
"Peter Parker."
"Nice to meet you Peter. I'm Webber, she's Risty." Risty did a slight wave when Webber said her name. "So, got any ideas what Principal Darkhölme is going to talk about?"
"Would it be wishful thinking if I said she was going to make Friday's half days, every week?" Peter quipped. The three teens chuckled and giggled in response as Ms. Darkhölme entered and took center of the gym.
"Good Morning Bayville High. As you can tell by being here, I need to address the school for the start of the Spring semester. As you may or may not have seen, we do have a few new students among us. I want us to take this time to remind everyone the rules of this school."
Hearing that, Peter clocked out mentally for the rest of the assembly, as paying attention to rules for classes wasn't something he needed to worry about. Once the meeting finished, he walked out and said bye to Webber and Risty as they headed to their separate classes, while he walked to his science class.
While walking, he found himself walking alongside Rogue, who seemed quiet, but still acknowledged him.
"Hey Peter."
"Hey...Rogue." Peter said, albeit hesitantly.
"Just apologize Parker. It's not that hard."
"Look Rogue, about yesterday-"
"Peter, its fine." Rogue interjected. "Ah didn't mean to snap at ya like that yesterday, it's just...Ah guess I just freaked out realizing ah had a gun pointed at my face."
"Yeah that's...kinda why I wanted to apologize." Peter said. "I was an idiot for bringing you to something that dangerous and not taking it seriously. I'm just..." Peter didn't know what to say, as about a million things went through his mind, and 90% of it would've just been trauma recaps. So instead he just stuck with safe.
"I'm glad you're ok. And not hurt." Peter didn't know what reaction he would get, but a smile from Rogue wasn't one he was expecting after yesterday.
"Thank you Peter. Ah'm sorry too for snapping at you, like ah said." Rogue turned to walk to her class, before stopping and looking back at Peter.
"Look Peter, ah know you were adamant about not opening up yesterday, and trust me ah understand. But you can tell me, when you're ready." Rogue realizing the implications she left, as if she knew Peter would eventually tell her, made her change her statement. "Ah mean, if you even wanted to tell me."
Peter chuckled. "Don't worry Rogue. If I feel like opening up, you'll be the first one at my therapy session. The pair laughed as they broke off to get to their classes. Peter headed to his science class as the bell rung to let everyone know they needed to be in class now.
Peter walked
it, one of the last people to come into the class, and immediately beelined for the back of the class as the teacher started talking.
"Welcome class, to your 2nd day for most of you, and 1st for the minority of you. For those joining us today, My name is Hank McCoy. You'll be seeing a lot of me this year because I will also be your gym teacher, and as that being the case, also the football coach."
"Smart enough to teach highschool chemistry and strong and fast enough to be a gym teacher and football coach? I'm either going to love him, or wish I was back in Connor's lab." Peter thought. He decided to pay attention to the class while Hank continued on with his speech.
Drama Class.
The drama class was lively, which Rogue both liked and hated. Liked since she didn't really care for anyone in the class, and hated since most of it was coming from people interacting with the guy shooting lasers at her and Peter at the Cemetery, Scott. Not to mention the polar opposites they were already. Quiet loner goth and popular preppy guy.
"Attention class, everyone listen up." The teacher said. Everyone immediately got into their seats and listened up.
"To start the semester off, we're going to be doing a drama exercise. I want to see how good all of you are at memorizing lines and acting." The teacher began passing out packets of the play they were going to go over the first two weeks.
"You'll be doing these scenes with a partner, and yes I will be assigning them." The class collectively groaned, while the teacher just kept going around passing out packets.
"Taryn, you and Paul will be playing out Laura and Jim from The Glass Menagerie." Rogue figured that if worse came to worse, and she got someone who either didn't like her or she didn't like, she would just take the 0 for the grade and make it up later. But when the teacher got to her, the reality was beyond being the worst.
"And that leaves you..." The teacher put the book down onto Rogue's desk, causing her to slump down in her chair in pure anxiety.
"And you." The teacher followed by putting another book into Scott's hand. Rogue figured Scott made the same realization she did, as his reply was a defeated "Oh great."
"You two will be doing Shakespeare's Henry the fifth. I've marked it, Henry and Katherine; Daughter of the French King." Rogue never read this specific play, but the clues she had about her role as the daughter of a King (and Peter's weird rant about a Shakespeare paper he had to write when they were still in Queens), told her she wasn't exactly going to be thrilled playing the love interest alongside a guy who tried to kill her.
"Lotsa luck Scott." Scott's friend, Paul, began to say. "I don't think Ms. Small, Dark, and Sullen has even said two words yet. You're gonna need to play both parts yourself."
The class began to burst into laughs and slight chuckles around the room, making Rogue embarrassed as well as angry.
"Now now class, settle down. I want you all to rehearse with your scene partners as soon as possible. You all perform Tuesday."
Scott turned around to Rogue, which caught her off guard as she figured he wouldn't have even wanted to look her way. "Uh...hey, you ok with this?"
"Ah'm not afraid of you." Rogue replied.
Scott nervously chuckled. "I didn't say you should be."
"Just tell your weirdo friends to keep their distance this time." Rogue folded her arms into her chest, obviously reminding Scott of the night at the cemetery. "Ah'm not so defenseless this time."
Scott sighed in defeat at peace while he turned back into his seat. He was planning to take the rejection of peace in silence, but Paul continued to be an ass.
"Oh yeah, she likes you. She's just playing hard to get." Paul was met with a dirty look from Rogue, telling him if he continued to talk about or mess with her that she was liable to hurt him, while Scott's reply was a lot simpler and had less violent behavior behind it.
"Shut up Paul."
Cafeteria.
Peter went through his classes for the morning. Truth be told, he barely paid attention as all of them were either classes he had in midtown and could easily do the work during lunch and have the rest of the day free, or they were simply not catching his interest. In any case, he was glad when it was finally time for lunch. He walked over to the line and got a tray, and ran into Webber while he waited.
"Hey man. So uhh, quick question."
"Shoot." Peter said.
"How was the city? I mean, once news of Spider-Man emerging from New York City started appearing online, I've been following it ever since, but how was it living in the city during that?"
"Terrible." Peter responded, with a smile on his face, throwing Webber off.
"Terrible?"
"Well, think of it like this. I lived in a city where almost every day, some guy with some type of gimmick tried to rob, kidnap, or kill someone. I lived nearly in poverty with my Aunt, who's already had a health scare this year. And I've almost died more times than I can count."
"From the guys with gimmicks?" Peter knew he shouldn't have rambled on about the Spider-Man side of his life, but now he had to try and lie his way out.
"Uhhh...yeah. I was a freelance photographer and I took pictures of Spider-Man, which lead to some close calls."
"Oh yeah, I've seen some of the pictures you've taken, now that you mention it."
"Wait how? All my pictures were printed onto the newspapers in the city."
Webber smirked as both the boys received their food. They started to walk around, trying to find a table.
"There's this website that holds archives of every newspaper article ever made. I've used it for essays and stuff before, but when Spider-Man got popular, I sorta spent time reading the articles."
"Oh really?"
"Yup. Although you have to admit, some of those pictures are pretty suspicious." Peter started getting nervous about Webber's claims.
"Maybe he's a little too smart for his own good." He thought to himself. "What do you mean?"
"Dude, there's been photos of Spider-Man flying over skyscrapers, and even shots where he's doing something like stopping a car with his webs and its captured perfectly. There's no way you took photos like that."
"Guess I've just been lucky." Peter sat down at a table with Webber. Luckily it was just the two of them, and the life in the cafeteria seemed too busy for the validity of Peter's photography skills.
"Luck has nothing to do with it Peter. If I had to guess, there's two possibilities that make sense. Possibility 1) You're Spider-Man." Peter remained calm on the outside, but was in full panic mode on the inside, and it was taking every fiber of his being bot to slip up and freak out.
"Possibility 2) Spider-Man took the photos for you. Which, let's be honest, would make you pretty popular if you told that story."
"What if I said that was the case?" Peter said, desperate for Webber to turn away from the idea he was the one under the mask.
"Wait, seriously?! Spider-Man took those photos for you?!" Webber exclaimed, causing multiple eyes to turn their direction.
Peter looked embarrassed, but reveled in the fact Webber brought the half lie, half truth answer he gave. "Yeah, he did. But it was because I was able to set the record straight."
"Meaning?"
"The publisher, J. Jonah Jameson, wanted to paint him as a villain, so I made sure any photos I took and ones he helped me with made it clear he wasn't." Around the time Peter finished his on the fly story, Rogue spotted him and walked towards him, only noticing Webber when she got to the actual table.
"Hey Peter-don't take this the wrong way, but who are you?" Rogue asked, her focus on Webber.
"Wrong way not taken. I'm Webber. I met Peter during the announcement meeting today." Webber respectfully responded. "And you are?"
"Rogue." Webber looked throughly confused.
"Your name is Rogue?" Rogue slowly nodded her head up and down, while Webber looked at Peter for an answer.
"She has...amnesia." Peter blurted out. "Can't even remember her real name." Rogue raised an eyebrow at his remark, as it was the same exact response he made when they first met. Either way, with one crisis averted on Peter's side, and a litany of questions avoided for Rogue, she sat down at the table, only to be greeted by another person.
"Who has amnesia?" Peter turned to see Risty, who immediately sat down between Rogue and Webber.
"She does." Peter gestured towards Rogue. "Rogue, Risty. Risty, Rogue." Rogue and Risty made a slight acknowledgment towards each other before Rogue spoke up.
"Peter, ah need your help with something."
"What's up?"
"Well...it's a bit embarrassing. Ah need to do a scene for drama. What do you know about Shakespeare Henry the fifth?"
Peter leaned back into his chair. "Henry the fifth, Henry the fifth...oh yeah, I wrote a paper on it back in midtown. Uhh, sorry to say Rogue, but you're dealing with a war romance play."
The sound Rogue's head made hitting the table wasn't pleasant to say the least, and Peter was pretty sure if she lifted her head, a bruise would show.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and say that romance plays aren't your favorite." Peter said. Rogue picked her head up.
"That, plus ah have to do a scene with him." She turned and pointed towards Scott, who was sitting with the other participants of the famous cemetery night adventure directly behind them.
"Sorry to interrupt, but that's a problem how? He seems normal enough. Kinda cute too." Risty added.
"Ok, nothing is cute about those shades Risty." Peter retorted. "And I'm pretty sure it's that Rogue has a problem with her partner."
"Why's that?" Webber asked.
"Let's just say ah had a run in with him and his friends before, and ah don't exactly find them hospitable." Rogue stated. Peter knew all to well what she meant, but the vagueness from both of them left Webber and Risty confused, both of who just decided to drop asking for now.
Meanwhile at Scott's Table.
"Hey, isn't that the humongous guy the one you and Logan, like, went to see Saturday night?" Kitty asked, pointing at a very big teenager. Jean looked over and sure enough it was him.
"Yeah, Fred, he's ok...when he's not ripping the lockers off the walls." Jean responded, slightly spooking Kitty.
"He's the one who, like, did that?" Jean responded with a simple nod. "Freaky."
"So, what's been going on with everyone else so far today?" Jean asked. Everyone seemed hesitant to answer for some reason, but Evan seemed like he had something to share.
"So, I know I might be reaching a bit, but something's up with that Parker kid." Evan said, catching the attention of Scott.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Like I said, I might be reaching. But I noticed Lance, Pietro and Toad have been following him in the hallways. I mean, Lance was grilling him the whole time during science."
"Maybe they're just desperate for friends. Lance totally needs one that's normal. His only friend, like, never showers." Kitty added.
"I don't think so. Lance hasn't talked to him so far from what I've seen. Plus, from what you guys have been telling me about Rogue, how does she not hate him?"
"Maybe they shared a class together or something. She can't hate everyone." Scott said. Evan turned to him.
"Ok, but think about it like this. You guys said she disappeared when she teleported with Spider-Man in Nyc, right?" Jean and Scott were the only ones to nod their heads.
"Now suddenly, Rogue and Parker show up in Bayville, Parker gets stalked by Maximoff, Alvers and Tolansky, and Rogue's only friend is Paker? He's gotta be involved somehow."
"As in?" Kurt now jumped into the debate.
"Either Parker is being scouted by the Brotherhood as a potential new mutant, or he's Spider-Man."
Everyone had to admit, Evan was bringing up good points to his argument. It was a bit suspicious how friendly Rogue and Peter seemed to everyone in the table, especially since they could see for themselves right now. And if Evan's claims of Peter getting stalked by the brotherhood were true, either he was in trouble or was going to be the trouble.
"Well maybe it's best if we just focus on one problem at a time. We still need to figure out Fred." Jean said.
"Agreed. But..."
"But what, Scott?"
Scott leaned forward a bit, as to try to keep what he was going to say between the X-men alone.
"Maybe it's best if you read his mind, just to see if there's anything to link him to being Spider-Man, or with the brotherhood." Jean crossed her arms and looked somewhat upset.
"Scott, I am not going into the mind of some new student on the slight chance he might be Spider-Man."
"But Jean, the signs point to him." Evan said.
"Look, like I said, we need to focus on Fred right now. Besides if I go into Peter's mind and we find nothing, we'll have risked his life on a suspicion."
"How vould that have put him at risk?" Kurt asked.
"If the brotherhood is really stalking him, and we suspect he is a mutant or we take interest in him, they might try to use him to get to us in some way. Not even mentioning that we'd be putting mutant kind in danger and-"
"Alright, you've made your point Jean. We'll leave him be for now." Scott said, which made Jean smile.
"Good. Now, anything else?"
"Yeah, on the topic of Rogue, I have to do a rehearsal scene with her." Scott said, albeit some what embarrassed.
"Rehearsal?" Kurt inquired. Scott shifted his position in the chair, lifting one leg on top of the other while also pushing the chair back as to lean on it. "You and The Rogue? Now that's a strange combination, ja?"
Scott smirked as he explained it. "Strange doesn't begin to cover it. I've got to play a romantic scene with a girl who thinks we tried to kill her." He stopped to sigh as he looked at her interacting with Peter, Webber, and Risty.
"She's gonna have to be a hell of an actress. But, like, you could also take the F on it altogether." Kitty advised. Kurt was quick to interject.
"No vay man, you need to invite me to the rehearsals." Kurt began to laugh at the thought, as well as Scott while Jean and Kitty simply shook their heads in disagreement (and slight disappointment) with the boys, while Evan noticed Fred was walking by and looked upset at the sight of Scott and Kurt laughing.
Fred walked away from the table, fuming, but still more focused on the tower of food on his tray. With no tables available (or people simply not wanting to sit with him), he opted to sit at a table with some abandoned trays on it by himself. He sat down on the chair, but it broke under his way, and the force of his hands coming down lead the table both breaking and flinging the food and trays into the air.
While the food was flying high, the trays started hitting back onto the floor. Peter, having his back turned to what was happening, felt his Spider Sense going off, and he subconsciously extended his right arm and grabbed a falling tray before it beamed Risty in the face. The pair of Webber and Risty looked shock, while Rogue was focused on how the food hit the Jocks a few tables over.
"Dude, how'd you do that?" Webber asked, in pure amazement.
"Seriously mate, you grabbed it like it was nothing." Risty added.
"I played a lot of baseball?" Peter quipped.
"Bad move, blob boy!" Everyone's attention in the cafeteria turned to the star Jock in Bayville, Duncan Matthews, who was livid due to the fact he was covered in food. Both him and his teammates started making their way towards Fred.
"Uh, stay here, Kitty. This could get messy." Jean advised as she got up to make her way over to Fred. Kitty nervously chuckled and talked to herself.
"Yeah, 'cause, like, that hasn't already happened."
Fred, covered in his own food that he spilled, attempted to get up, but ended up slipping in the messy pile on the floor. The response from the cafeteria was an assortment of laughs and chuckles from various amounts of students.
Both Peter's group and Jean's group knew it couldn't end good, as Fred's face began to turn extremely red with both anger and embarrassment. Any chance of deescalation was gone when Fred yelled:
"DON'T LAUGH AT ME!!!" Fred began to pick up remnants of his lunch, and threw it at Duncan and his friends, causing Duncan to fall on his back. His friends took some food off of other students trays and threw it back at Fred, causing him to get more upset. He threw more food at the football players, and one student took the opportunity to install a war among the students.
"FOOD FIGHT!!"
"Is every other person at this school insane?" Peter asked to no one in particular.
And we're at the end. Hopefully the length of this chapter meant that it was entertaining to read and not just a slog to get through. I know there's going to be questions so let me clear up some possible questions right now.
1) Frank West will have more prominence in the story, just not right now. Later in the story.
2) Haven't seen any other writer for X-Men Evolution fanfics do this, but I'm making Risty an actual other character, not just someone Mystique disguises herself as (spoiler if you didn't watch this 2008-ish cartoon) as seen by the existence of her and Darkhölme at the same time.
3) Because of how I wrote the first few chapters with Rogue and Peter, the timeline of Evan joining the X-Men sorta changed. As you can see, Speed and Spyke happened before Mutant Crush, but nothing too drastic would've happened from the original show to this story that warranted me writing that in as a chapter. But I will touch on it in a future chapter involving Peter and Evan.
4) That's sort of it, unless I missed some other lingering questions. If I did, you can either ask it in the reviews or PM me and if it's a repeat or a good question I'll answer it in the next chapter. Either way, I hope you all enjoyed, and until next time
