Chapter 4 [A Few Hours Later—Luthor Mansion]
Peter walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Obligation drew him east. Reprieve allowed him space for six weeks. He stretched and flexed his arms. Kinks eased in his back. Anticipation teased him about being in a certain wife's arms the following night.
"By the Prophet! Someone is happy." Jasmine watched him from the top of the stairs. "Your flight is not until tomorrow yes?"
"Tomorrow at noon. I'm just glad that the class is behind me. I really like Mrs. Donnelly. Now I'm ready for the Planet." Peter reached the top. "Besides how would you feel if you were sent to New York by yourself for a month?"
She arched an eyebrow. "I can fly myself back if I choose. Besides we have a certain dark ally that can bring Miranda to me if she wishes." She coughed. "You were ready for the Daily Planet before that class, Peter. I can assure you. Your extra preparation can only help you." Wickedness spread the smirk across her face. "T' Challa pushes Jameson. It is curious how that man can be so fair now."
He shook his head. Memoria reminded him of the "apology" to him (or rather Spidey) not long after his firing. "Jonah will find a way to retract it as soon as possible. Sorry. I don't want to think about him. I'm packing my bags. Then I'll take my flight tomorrow. I have dinner with Gwendy tomorrow night. That's what I want to think about."
She nodded. "It is a pleasant thought, my Friend. I believe I will change and have a workout. Would you like to join me?"
"I'm good but thanks. After that final, I just want to pack and sleep." Peter sighed. He appreciated Jasmine's invitation. Still, he wanted to be with Gwen. Impatience ate at him. "Maybe a raincheck?"
"Of course! I will see you at dinner." She understood his exhaustion. She'd watched him dealing with events back in New York, Metropolis and there. Moves, New Careers and New Jobs could each prove a challenge in their own respective rights. Together, they formed a gauntlet. She descended the stairs toward the ground floor.
Just wish I didn't feel so tired! He returned to his room. There he packed a duffel bag and zipped it shut. He made sure his costume and web shooters were set. I wish I didn't have to wait until tomorrow to fly back.
No ya don', Boy! Ah got t'is! Ya ain' pissin' Gwennie off. Ah gotta lissen ta' Little Woman. Ain' listenin' ta that!
Chill sent shivers up Peter's spine. Spider Sense blared in his head.
The Image floated behind him. Crimson watched intently. Jus' come w' me! It touched Peter. They and Peter's duffel bag disappeared in a dark flash.
Events were already in motion it seemed….