May 29th - 2028

"Honey, I'm home!" Deadpool violently kicked the apartment's door open and pulled both pistols up from his waistline as he calmly but carefully stepped inside.

Spider-Man stood where once the now destroyed door was previously located. He sighed heavily, almost regretting the sudden team up. "Couldn't you just simply open the door instead of breaking inside?"

"The chick isn't here." Deadpool replied after making sure the apartment was indeed clean. He went towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, retrieving two beers as he threw one at his partner and walked back to the living room.

Spider-Man quickly grabbed the bottle and groaned in discontentment. "What have I told you? No kills." He placed the beer over the table where his illustrious friend was sat next to it.

"Did you? Sorry, I'm stupidity proof." He cracked the beer open and moved its tip to his covered mouth, making the cold liquid slid down his suit. He just ignored it and continued as if nothing unusual had happened.

The Web-Slinger couldn't understand why he couldn't simply lift part of his mask. He was going to comment about it, but he eventually decided to not even ask why. "We do this my way, Wade, that's if you want my help."

Wade looked up and cocked his head at him. "Would this be our first proper fight as a couple then?"

"What - no..." Spider-Man shook his head and crossed his arms firmly. "Tell me again what this woman did to you."

"She shot me right in the head with my own pistol, and it hurt like hell, believe me." Wade brought the only available laptop closer to his hands. "Now we wait for her."

Spider-Man deadpanned. "Why on Earth would she even dare to do that? I think you're making this up."

"I guess she doesn't like mainly and handsome guys like me." He opened the browser's favourites. "And that even isn't the best part, when I woke up, I was on freaking Sahara with a stinking camel licking my beautiful face."

"Sure, you're the innocent now." Spider-Man affirmed sarcastically. "Whoever this woman might be, she somehow knows how to teleport stuff, if what you say is accurate."

"You tell me." Wade said lowly. He focused in the screen. "Tumblr? Wow..." He chuckled to himself. "Some dirty Spideypool stuff here, eh."

"Spidey - what?" Peter approached the desk but instantly turned his head away after seeing the webpage which Wade was currently looking at. "Tell me I didn't see that."

"Oh, you just did...It's a thing in the internet, and the tele-idiot apparently ships us, can't disagree with her on that." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe if I was with the suit, she wouldn't dump -"

"What is this?" The unknown feminine voice asked as she stepped inside, appearing to be a teen in her early 20s or even less.

Spider-Man immediately turned on his back, seeing the rather short young brunette standing at the destroyed entrance with a confused expression.

Deadpool laid his legs over the dinner table and stretched his arms, moaning lightly. "We want a few words with you, then I'll probably freak slap you."

"You're the real Spider-Man...?" He nodded. "And who are you?" She looked at Wade.

Annoyed, Wade groaned in discontentment and said aghast, "I'm sorry if I'm not as popular as my date, okay?" He placed one of his pistol over the table.

"Is that a gun? The women took one step backwards.

Spider-Man stared Deadpool before moving his eyes towards her and speaking reassuringly, "Look - I just want to figure it out what's going on, and where did you get such gifts; unlike my hothead partner here, I won't throw any pressure at you."

"Objection!" The Merc with a mouth exclaimed.

"Shut up Wade..." He snarled.

"You're just like the others...you're here to hurt me." She said, terrified.

"No, just trust me -" Spider-Man was abruptly interrupted as he was suddenly and physically throw out of the apartment through the living room's window and with Wade heading out through the same way as well.

What they didn't expect, was instead of falling down towards the ground, the pair crashed against the enormous blue cushion spread across the ground of a new and fully closed environment.

Feeling a bit of pain coming from his right shoulder after the clumsy impact, Peter shook his head and looked up, checking his surroundings, seeing bright lights in the ceiling along with huge and small cameras everywhere, and also occupied seats not far away from them as they're applauded by the entire mysterious crew.

"And...Cut!" A man with headphones around his neck stood up from his seat along with the crew as they approached them and started to recover the fake window's fragments from the floor. "What a landing, guys! Amazing!"

A worker playfully and quickly slapped Peter on the butt and proceeded to clean the ground. "Good job, Andrew."

"Am I dead...?" Wade whispered, still lying against the comfy cushion.

Peter turned on his shoulder, seeing part of the now two only floors building they had jumped from. "What hell - ouch." He groaned in pain.

"I think Andrew injured his shoulder, bring a first aid kit just in case." The Director helped him to stand up. "I told you to let the stunt double do the work, you have no superpowers, you know?" He gently took Peter's mask off.

"Andrew? No powers...?" He gulped. "What in the hell is going on...?"

"Um...Spider-Man is a character..." He paused, before gazing Wade who still was rather stunned. "Hey, Ryan, you can take your mask off now."

Peter shook his head against the idea, well aware of the not so pleasant view he would see in matter of seconds.

Wade stood on his knees and panted lightly. "If you say so." He took off the mask, revealing his normal facial features, before noticing Peter's confused eyes. "What?"

Peter exhaled sharply. "I don't know...where am I again?"

Five hours ago...

At the Italian restaurant, Peter cut a slice of his beef and brought the fork to his mouth, savouring the delicious plate. He looked up to the other couple sat on the opposite side of the table, Mary Jane and Flash. "My god... this is really good, Flash...you actually have good taste." He teased. "This beef...my god..."

Seeing her now exquisite husband who was wearing a blazer and red tie, since he worked the entire day, eating and talking at the same time, Gwen teased back, "It might fall off your mouth if you keep it open."

MJ chuckled lightly. "That much of a troublemaker, eh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." Gwen gently cleaned her lips with a napkin. "He's not that obedient." She gave him a playful smile and caressed his thighs underneath the table.

"You hurt my feelings, Gwendy." He mumbled. "Thirty three years old is only on my ID, you must know that."

Flash interjected, "I won't disagree on that." He took a sip of his beer. "Life's too short to take it all seriously."

"Well, you'll have to." MJ suddenly smiled brightly at him, Flash eventually doing the same.

Peter noticed the weird behaviour and swallowed his food, before moving his brown eyes to his wife, mentally asking her if she could make any sense of what MJ meant with that.

Gwen slowly shook her head in response.

Peter nodded and groaned lightly, getting their attention once again. "You guys want to tell us something?" He crossed his arms as Gwen hold snaked her right arm around his'.

"Oh, right!" MJ focused again. "We've been wanting to say this for a while now, but work and all that stuff, you know?"

"Okay..." Peter smiled. "I think I already know what kind of 'work' you guys are talking about." He joked.

Underneath the table, Gwen kicked his shoe and received painful low groan in response from her husband who slowly turned his head to look at her in the eyes.

"Why is that?" Peter inquired with a mock-hurt expression. "I just made simple joke, honey."

MJ raised an eyebrow at the sudden exchange. "So you already know?"

Gwen gave him a cold glare and finally moved her eyes away from him, stopping at the couple second couple. She asked softly, "About what?"

"Well, we're having a baby!" She revealed excitedly, gaining a huge smile from her blonde friend in return as Flash wrapped an arm around her.

Peter smirked and nodded to himself cockily. "Congratulations, guys, I was expecting that, it's 'bout time."

Flash chuckled lightly. "Really?"

He now took a bite of his pie, one of the best things in the world, he thought. "Experience, but again, we're happy for you guys, you two deserve happiness."

Gwen smiled to herself at his words. She rested her head against his shoulder and asked, "For how long? You know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"I'm not sure, maybe two weeks, but definitely a girl." MJ elbowed Flash. "One boy is enough."

Peter interjected, "Ha! But that's where you ladies get it all wrong; in the end, you can't live without us, someone needs to appease your feminine egos."

Gwen mumbled to herself, agreeing with her husband. "Good point." She grabbed her own fork and sneaked it close to Peter's pie, retrieving a small piece from it.

"Oi?" Peter gulped and raised an eyebrow. "Could you please respect my pie's integrity, Gwen? I'm having a sweet moment right now."

Gwen shrugged her shoulders and placed the fork on her lips, tasting the food. "Not a bad choice." She turned to gaze one her oldest friends. "You have no idea how much happy I am for you, Elizabeth will be so happy." She continued. Her daughter was invited to sleep on her friend's house while Helen offered to take care of the boys so that her daughter and her husband could take a night off for themselves.

MJ smiled. "Thank you; I'm thinking of asking you for some tips."

Flash looked up to the ceiling and groaned in disapproval. "Really...? There's like - nine months to go." He eyed Peter who was busy with his pie. "Peter? Any backup?"

Peter quickly swallowed his food and replied, "It's just the start, bud, she'll start talking about the pregnancy day after day, and that golden wedding ring is no kidding." He exhaled deeply, before resuming his special attention to its previous spot.

Gwen continued, "Don't mind them, they only ask you if you're hungry and that's it, until the big day." She teased, observing Peter and Flash's playful stare at her. She chuckled and continued, "But yeah, that sounds great."

Later as the girls started to talk about the subject, with Flash trying to appear focused as well while his friend couldn't contain his enormous hunger and now devoured the innocent pie, a waiter approached them and handed Peter another coke which he had asked for a few minutes ago.

He went to open and noticed what was written across the plastic, 'Share a Coke with Soulmate', he smiled to himself and proceeded to gain Gwen's attention and spoil her. "Hey, honey."

After her chat with MJ was briefly paused, Gwen grunted lightly and turned to look at him with a playful smile. "What is it?"

"I think I'm going to share this coke with my soulmate." He showed her the product.

Gwen's heart melted. "Awww! You're so cute!" She gave him a tiny peck on the lips.

Flash joked. "Aww! That's so unbearable adorable!" He grinned cheekily.

Gwen giggled and broke the kiss, turning to meet him in the eye. "You're just jealous!"

The Parker's apartment door was quickly open with Gwen and Peter storming inside while urgently fighting each other's lips. Peter closed the door with his right foot and quickly guided Gwen inside as she removed his grey blazer and then proceeded to fastly remove his white shirt's red tie and later violently throwing it at the carpeted floor, wanting more of him.

She quickly snaked her arms around his neck and pushed him against the door of their bedroom, briefly pulling away and taking a brief moment to take of her blouse, standing on blue black bra, and before moving her hands to his torso and ripping his shirt open instead of unbuttoning it, admiring his muscular and well defined chest and abdomen. She gently shoved her husband inside the bedroom as he stood in front of their bed and finally took his shirt of his shoulders and deposited at the ground since his wife was now slowly lowering her pants.

After Gwen pressed Peter down into their bed, she straddled him and leaned down, using her left hand to intertwine her fingers with his as she savoured his lips. He eventually wrapped both strong arms around her back, keeping her close, and reciprocated the passionate kiss, before rolling around on the bed, still not letting her go, just for Gwen to do the same and resume their previous position.

Before they could continue with their lovemaking and relieve their stresses, Peter's phone rang from his currently discarded pants. Still dancing with his tongue, Gwen moaned in discontentment and finally released his lips. Peter shrugged his shoulders and moved his right arm down to reach his pants as Gwen cupped his cheeks and lovely kissed his neck and ear.

"Um...Peter Parker is probably busy right now with...stuff you don't really need to know-"

"Hey, 'Pidey!" The excited voice greeted.

Peter shot his eyes open. "Who is this?" Gwen ran her left hand over his chest, feeling the tiniest scars with the tip of her fingers while she kissed his jawline.

"It's Wade!" He exclaimed. "You two make lots of noises, is there space for one more?"

Peter now closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Tell me you aren't on my apartment...please, just tell me."

Gwen interjected, "Who's here, Peter?"

Wade replied, "Yes...? You guys totally ignored me on the couch; I can share, but that's unfair-"

Peter turned the call down and immediately sat on the bed. "Get dressed, Gwendy." He stood up and went towards their wardrobe to grab a short. "Wade is here."

Despite still wearing her underwear, Gwen immediately brought the covers up to her chest. "That Wade?"

Peter slipped a white and snug T-shirt over his torso and turned on his shoulder just to give her a sarcastic smile before stepping outside the bedroom and closing its door. He entered the living room and noticed the couch was empty. Turning the lights on, he instantly spotted Deadpool standing next to the kitchen's countertop, opening a very tiny white sack over a glass filled with water.

"You better have a damn good reason as to why you are here at this hour of the night." He approached the counter top and moved the glass to the other side and away from Wade's hands.

Wade raised his hands in defense. "Sorry, but I only have one chance."

Peter grunted. "I'm not available right now to your nonsensical activities, Wade."

"You owe me one, Pete."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right, I owe you since you stalked me the whole way towards home and then fought that hunter guy who tried to kill Spider-Man, thank you." He said sarcastically. "You just don't invade people's homes."

"I was worried, and I could feel something wrong in the air." He stood next to Peter and patted him on the shoulder. "Please, pretty, pretty please?"

Peter groaned, and then nodded. "Talk to me."

"Okay, this person, who suddenly has power out of the blue, physically sent me to the Sahara in a blink of an eye." He explained.

"So?"

Wade replied, "So, she's now here, and she's dangerous...imagine what she could do to any innocent person that annoys her, we need to stop her."

Peter cocked his head. "Oh..."

Suddenly, the door of Peter's bedroom was gently open with Gwen stepping inside, and wearing bathrobe wrapped around her petite body. "Honey?" She crossed her arms once she spotted the pair not far away from her.

The superhero duo instantly moved their eyes to her direction, eyeing her current choice of clothing. Wade whistled lowly. "Oh my, my goodness..."

Peter stepped over his foot, making him groan in pain, and forcing him to look at him. "I will help you, but it's one time only." He now gazed his wife. "Babe, we'll finish this later, this is indeed important, unfortunately."

Present time...

One of the producers pushed Peter down into the chair while a man controlling a camera stood in front of him while the female interviewer holding a small paper with both hands checked her hair and eventually turned to face him.

"W-Wait -"

"So, after three movies, two crossovers and the fourth one being filmed, what's next for Peter Parker?" The tall and blonde woman asked with a grin.

Peter frowned at the question as he awkwardly adjusted himself in the small chair and slowly realized what was currently going on with the space around him. "Um, I...yeah - right." He chuckled nervously, before assuming a more serious expression. "What movies again...?"

She smile, surprised. "You know, The Amazing Spider-Man? And then the crossovers after an agreement was made between Sony and Marvel, and even Fox."

Peter deadpanned. "A Spider-Man movie...of course, how could I forget?" He exhaled sharply.

"Will there be any more drama, angst, more bromance between the main male leads? What about Dane? Any possibility? Oh, and the romance with Emma's character?"

Peter didn't knew what to say firstly, he just stood in silence, overwhelmed. "Bromance...? What-" He was interrupted after the female makeup artist repeatedly sprayed his hair to soften it from behind. He coughed briefly and asked huskily, "What is this?"

She focused in fixing his hair with her hands. "Like you don't know, Andrew." She touched his cheeks with the tip of her finger. "Your makeup is good."

He widened his eyes, and touched the skin of his face, getting even more shocked. He was indeed using makeup.

"I'm beautiful again!" Wade exclaimed not for away from them, sat on chair with his arms raised as he eyed his face in the mirror against the wall while a designer quickly checked his suit.

Peter turned on his shoulder and got a hell of a surprise when he saw Wade's face completely normal, and not a mess due to the experiences he went through before wearing any actual spandex.

"You good for another take, Andy?" The director approached Peter and gained his attention as the interviewer scoffed and walked away.

He cleared his throat, getting used to the fact he was something Andrew in the new reality he found himself into. "Yeah, Yeah, I...um, I accidentally fell last tonight and I can't remember the project's name, Director...?"

Marc raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly. "Spider-Man and Deadpool's crossover, no subtitle yet, the TV mini-series." He replied friendly. "And I'm Marc Webb, Marc. Are you sure you're okay?"

Peter nodded. "Right, the TV show." He smiled awkwardly. "Listen, can I and Wade have one hour break? Just to practice a little bit?"

"You mean Ryan? Sure." He nodded. "By the way, what's up with him today? Got all surprised after his face's makeup was removed."

"Um..." Peter paused, and eventually shrugged his shoulders. "He's in character, I guess."

Marc nodded to himself. "That makes sense." He quickly checked his phone. "I got to check the scripts, these Inhumans aren't an easy thing to do." He smiled and turned around, before looking at Peter again. "Oh, your trailer is at sector B, they relocated it to stay closer to the set, and Emma called earlier, don't leave her hanging."

"Right," Peter smiled back. "My trailer...and Emma."

"Andrew Garfield," Wade teased playfully as he gazed the trailer's door with Peter standing next to him. "What a goofy name, is this a half American - half British name? Damn redcoats...look at what they did with your dignity."

"That's probably fake me." He said in disbelief and walked towards the door and opened it, before stepping inside and seeing the rather fancy and cozy area which apparently was his and only his. "And this is fake mine."

"I'm just saying..." Wade followed him inside. "This world isn't so bad, that's for sure." He spotted a mannequin who wore Spider-Man's suit next to the rather large TV screen which was placed against the wall. "What an ego..."

"Tell me about it." Peter checked his surroundings and eventually settled himself in a chair against the only available table. He opened the laptop and started to do some research.

Wade stopped in front of bookshelf and quickly eyed some celebrity magazines. "Like - you're famous, you're a hero, now fictionally but you get the point."

Peter nodded. "Yeah, I noticed I'm powerless the second we crashed through that window." He searched his actor's name through the net. "I just don't get why she would send us here if she likes us, and by the way - she's powerful, more than we could imagine."

"Um... I lied about that." Wade rubbed the back of his neck.

Peter looked up to him. "About what?"

"She didn't really ship us, I was just messing with you."

Peter rolled his eyes and moved his attention back to the laptop, before muttering, "Great." He paused. "How do we even get back?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know, not sure we need to."

Peter opened the bottle of water next to the laptop and took a sip, before saying, "Of course we do, I have a wife and three kids to take care of." He narrowed his eyes at the screen, and smiled playfully. "And you...you have one too, at least around here." He laughed cockily.

"What?!" Wade hold one specific magazine and urgently approached his friend.

Peter started reading his biography, "Ryan Rodney Reynolds is a Canadian actor. He portrayed Michael Bergen on the ABC sitcom Two Guys and a Girl, Billy Simpson in the YTV Canadian teen soap opera Hillside, as well as Marvel Comics characters Hannibal King in Blade: Trinity, and Deadpool in X-Men Origins: Wolverine, and the spin-off film Deadpool, currently filming a new crossover." He whistled lowly. "You have history, man, and here I thought I lived a lot, ha!"

"I married Black Window...?" He smiled cheekily.

"You did, and now you're with someone else." Peter stretched his arms. "Natasha would have a hell of a day if she knew this."

"Your turn." He threw the magazine over Peter's hand. "You own Facebook, and some billions."

"No way," Peter opened it and gazed the material with curious eyes. "In a movie, apparently." He sighed. "This is a nightmare, a vicious and horrific nightmare."

"Not the word I'd use to describe it." Wade said. "Sure - I'm not American here, but man... I'm gorgeous again, Andrew."

He corrected him, "It's Peter."

"Okay...but since you want to leave, what's your plan?"

Peter shook his head. "I have no clue, for now, we pretend to be Ryan and Andrew unless you want to come off as a crazy guy. We need to blend in." He suggested.

Wade rested his hands on his waistline. "Crazy, eh? That's my surname, dear."

"Hey, guys!" Flash called the pair as they walked together in the crowded area outside the filming set.

Peter turned on his shoulder and smiled happily. He approached him and gave him a friendly hug. "Dude! I'm glad you're okay!"

He raised an eyebrow at his words. "Me too, I guess."

Peter instantly inquired, "So, you also discovered what's going on? Do you know away out?"

Flash crossed his arms and replied seriously, "Not yet, but we should act very soon, before anything else bad happens."

Wade chuckled sarcastically. "That's an understatement."

Flash turned his head in surprise at Wade's direction. He moved his right hand into his jeans' pocket and retrieved a small piece of paper, before carefully reading it. "Did you guys change the script? These new lines aren't here."

Peter gulped. "W-What...?"

Wade groaned in disapproval. "Oh, great."

Who was supposed to be Flash continued, "I thought we're doing rehearsals."

Peter grabbed the paper from his hands and proceeded to read it. "Chris Zylka? Zylka...?" Peter said aghast. "You aren't my Flash!" He threw the paper back to Chris' hands and walked past him, totally annoyed by the revelation.

Wade gave Chris a cold stare and headed to join Peter as they left the poor actor wondering what just happened, probably a prank made by his co-stars. He turned around to see the pair and laughed cheekily. "Ha! You guys got me! Very funny!"

Back at the indoors set, Peter and Wade found a replacement Spider-Man suit in the costumes rooom and went to check if they're spared from the reality change they went through hours ago.

Peter grabbed his right glove and pressed the webshooter's sensor at its palm, but it didn't work as expected. He said aghast, "Dude, its fake, very, very fake."

Wade recovered a katana and pressed its tip into Peter's stomach as the blade automatically retreated backwards. "Yep, it's definitely fake - all fake."

"And if it wasn't?!" Peter asked annoyed since his partner could've stabbed him if it was indeed real.

He shrugged his shoulders and focused his eyes in the blade. "Well... it would be... quite painful."

"Really?" Peter said sarcastically, slowly pressing his right arm against his back as if he was hiding something from Wade. "Give me that sword before you actually manage to hurt someone." He took one step forward to grab it but Wade keep it firmly on his grip.

"Woah, slow down, cowboy." He narrowed his eyes at him. "It's mine."

Peter gave him a cold stare, before challenging, "What about this one?" He moved his right hand away from his back and close to his chest, holding Wade's characteristic secondary blade.

"Oh, very funny, now give it back." He tried to reach for his weapon with his free hand but Peter evaded it calmly.

"No." He shook his head in disagreement.

Wade scoffed. "You know, I'm up here with you." He gestured to his forehead.

"Yeah? Right back at you!" Peter stated.

Wade stood quiet, before trying to quickly recover his blade again as Peter moved his arm away. He chuckled sarcastically and briefly looked away, and then tried again if Peter hadn't done the same movement one more time and later not so aggressively shoving him away.

Determined, Wade quickly wrapped his arms around Peter as he tried to resist before they eventually landed down into the floor. Peter kept the blade away with his free arm while trying to get Wade off him. "C'mon! Get off!" He demanded roughly.

Wade insisted, trying to keep Peter trapped. "Give it back!"

"No!"

Some meters away, the director and the rest of the crew watched the situation with surprised expressions as the two supposedly actors were on the ground, one struggling to break off while the other tried to get his supposedly weapon back.

One of the producers standing next to the director asked in disbelief, "Are they high?"

Marc raised an eyebrow after he stopped to check the script and saw what was going on at the costume section. "Honestly, I've no clue."

Half an hour later...

"Action!" The Director exclaimed meters away.

Wearing his entire Spider-Man costume in the fake building's rooftop which was surrendered of green panels, Peter looked around, trying to realize what he should do while symbiote Flash stood in front of him.

Flash asked seriously, "So, what should we do, Pete?"

He gulped. "Um...I think... maybe..." He took one step closer, later noticing he had crossed the mark on the floor that exactly determined where he should go. He awkwardly returned and continued, "What do you think...?"

"Cut!" Marc said from his chair. "What's going on here?" He asked the producers sat in the chairs next to him as a single make-up artist quickly went to check on Chris during the limited time.

"You tell me." One whispered in disbelief.

Marc shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, let's do this again." He affirmed. "Action!"

Chris gently pushed the woman off the set and turned to face his co-worker. "These people are dangerous, what should we do?"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, nervously. "Right," He now moved his arms to his waistline, and later crossed them, not really knowing what do with them. "We should get help from the Avengers...um...or the president cause I-I..."

"Cut!" Marc sighed heavily. "Get me the script assistant."

The producer, Kevin, said aghast, "This is an atrocity."

"Gosh..." Marc decided to skip the current scene and move forward, so he signalled the practical effects team. "Smoke! Ryan!"

A small device hidden in the rooftop's surface blew up as a dense amount of smoke covered the small portion. Peter noticed a humanoid shadow clumsily walking inside and later standing still. The smoke finally vanished in the air and Deadpool was the only thing that remained from it. "Hello, boys." He said cockily.

"Wade, what are you doing here?" Peter questioned, actually surprised.

"I sensed some trouble, so I followed you." Wade affirmed.

"Again?" Peter stated incredulously.

Flash rolled his eyes. "Can you guys stop fighting?"

Peter turned to face him again, but now there was a large camera right besides Flash that pointed directly at him, and that made him stood quiet as he struggled to do something, not really comfortable with the weapon of mass embarrassment aimed at him.

Wade whispered, "Don't look at the camera..."

"What - oh..." He cleared his throat.

Marc buried his face on his hands. "For the love of God..."

Peter focused in remembering his lines. He eventually continued awkwardly, "Um...now we can get the keys and access the base, but I don't think there will be any resistance cause - " He suddenly turned to face the crew outside the set. "Do we really need all these lines?!"

After an entire afternoon of disastrous acting, Peter and Wade now found themselves inside the private car that would drive them to their respective homes since they managed to 'finish" the job earlier than the time it was originally scheduled.

The driver broke the silence asked, "Should I get you to your mansion first, Mr Garfield?"

Peter, who was lost on his thoughts in the backseat and next to Wade, got brought to reality at the question. He quickly gazed the interstate's panel and noticed where he was, Los Angeles. "Um...my mansion, that seems about right."

He nodded. "What about Mr Reynolds?"

Wade stood quietly, playing some mini-game on his cell phone. Peter rolled his eyes and elbowed him, finally getting his attention. He whispered, "You're Ryan Reynolds, remember?"

The driver raised an eyebrow as he watched the situation unfold through the front mirror.

"Oh, I'll be accompanying...Mr Garfield." Wade chuckled lightly, finding the last name somewhat amusing.

"As you wish."

About thirty minutes later, Peter and Wade were now standing in front of the rather large gate that separated them from the other side which was a more luxurious one. The well done bright green grass surrounded the two floors house in the center along with a large straight path made of stone that came from the gates and went towards the house.

Wade whistled lowly. "Hello, Andrew Garfield..."

"I wouldn't buy this just to live alone." Peter said. "Let's go."

"How? Are we basically going to climb these gates?"

"No." Peter moved his right hand to his jacket's pocket and retrieved a key set. "Found this on the trailer, figured it might come in handy." He smirked.

Once inside the fancy house, Peter and Wade took their time to admire the very cozy living room with its large sofas, chandelier, fireplace and a coffee table in the very middle. Portraits of movie's posters apparently gathered by his counterpart were hanging in the vanilla painted walls. A spiral stairwell formed a path to the second floor and its balcony.

Wade was the first to comment, "Dude, you're awesome."

Perplexed, Peter replied, "I know..."

Wade approached one of the stands and checked the large amount of photos standing over it, seeing two blonde children having fun in park located in London's winter. "Who are those?" He asked as Peter joined him with eyes narrowed at the pictures.

From the second floor, a very familiar and feminine voice replied, "Andrew's very close friend's kids."

They instantly turned on their backs and were greeted by the view of a woman who looked exactly like Gwen except for the red hair. She wore dark blue jeans and a brown leather jacket over her white shirt.

Wade widened his eyes. "Gwen?!"

The woman chuckled lightly and shook her head as she headed downstairs. "Funny as ever, Ryan, but the joke is kind of old nowadays." She stopped in front of Peter and gave him a tiny peck on the lips. "How was work today, honey?"

Peter gulped. "Um...productive, effective, and...The usual thing." He smiled nervously, realizing the fact he kissed a different person who totally looked exactly like his blonde wife. The squirrels on his mind where having trouble to process everything that was going on.

Confused, Wade interjected, "Wait...you and fake Gwen...? Here too? Wow..."

She moved her eyes to him and spoke rather seriously, "For real, that's not funny anymore."

Wade deadpanned, and eventually shrugged his shoulders in response. "Of course...because...um... you're the beautiful and talented actress who plays Gwen, ha." He gazed Peter, mentally asking what to do, and cleared his throat, before finally staying quiet for a change.

Noticing their silence, the young woman sat against the couch and watched the par with curious and doubtful eyes. "What's going on-?"

Peter quickly replied, "Nothing, just...um, work." He chuckled. "By the way, your hair colour, it's...nice." He smiled reassuringly, trying to change subjects.

"Hmm...Okay then." She exhaled deeply. "I'm going out to do that stuff I mentioned earlier."

Peter raised an eyebrow, not knowing what she was talking about. "Right, the thing, yeah."

She cocked her head at him, noticing he wasn't remembering it. "The meeting with the Ghostbusters' director, for the sequel...?"

"Oh...then best of luck with that."

She smiled brightly. "Thank you." She stood up and kissed him briefly, before pulling away and giving Wade a friendly nod, and walking away and towards the main door. "You boys have fun!"

Both Peter and Wade's heads accompanied her track, her rear to be more precise, before she finally disappeared from sight.

Wade broke the silence, "Man, you still have one hell of a luck..."

Peter nodded and smiled. "Yeah..." He finally noticed what his friend was oggling. "Dude, that's my wife!"

Now sat in a chair at the games room, Wade laid his legs over the poker table and asked, "So, let me get this straight; you and fake Gwen are together even in a different reality?"

Peter checked the laptop in the opposite side, holding a beer with his free hand. "Looks that way."

Lost on his words, Wade continued, "Geez, is this a meant to be - soulmate godly twilight thing..?"

Peter rolled his eyes at the question. "How would I know? Heck, I don't even know where my kids are, this whole thing is messed up."

"Okay...but, I still can't believe it, don't you ever get tired of the woman?"

Peter looked up and sent him a cold stare. "Dude, bite me." He focused on the laptop's screen again.

He raised his hands in defence. "My baby daddy got angry, I'll be quiet now."

"Thank you." Peter tapped 'Harry Osborn' in the search engine which later showcased pictures of the supposedly actor who played him, who looked much happier and healthier than his Harry.

Trying to find some distraction, Wade start to whistle some lowly rhythm, later making fart noises with his mouth, repeatedly and repeatedly, until his friend finally had enough of it.

Peter groaned. "Wade, what hell?"

"Okay, do you even know are we going to get out?" He finally asked.

Peter took a sip of his beer. "You know, there isn't any manual to achieve that, even in the internet."

"And...?"

"I'm working on that."

Wade nodded to himself, and whispered sarcastically, "He's working on that..." He scoffed. "Listen, since you don't have any money issues, can you loan me your credit card?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Spend such money, that's why - there's a virtual online poker game."

"Will you stop bugging me at least for some minutes?"

Wade smirked. "As you wish, bugboy."

Peter chuckled and shook his head, before throwing his counter part's credit card at Wade's hands. "Have fun, but don't go anywhere."

Hours later...

Lonely, calmly and holding his cold beer, Peter adventured through the house's rooms and corridors, trying to understand and discover the stories that happened in the reality he currently found himself into. The current verse had a much more peaceful life for him, or his other himself, no deaths, danger or super powered humans, but it wasn't his life, it was someone's else, all his family and friends weren't among him, but only in the other side, waiting for him to eventually come back.

He now walked in a corridor with many pictures of persons he never met, probably the family of his counterpart. He hoped his other himself indeed has a 'normal' and calm life. Not far away in the straight corridor, the house's main door was open with fake Gwen calmly stepping inside, removing her shoes and later holding them with a single hand, getting relieved by the action.

Peter greeted friendly as walked towards her, "Hey, Emma - I mean Emily Jean Stone."

She smiled playfully after he called her by her full name, and then corrected him, "Em..." She also took of her jacket and placed it over his shoulder.

Peter smiled back. "Yes, Em." He placed his beer in the counter next to the stand and gently retrieved the shoes from her hand, assisting her. "How was the meeting?"

Emma stretched her shoulders, relaxing her body. "Great, some good ideas were tossed in the table, who knows?"

"That's nice, I guess." He smiled softly.

"Where's Ryan?" She checked her corners and looked out for him.

"Sleeping in the couch, he must be tired." He now assumed a more curious expression. "Listen, do you know where the kids are?"

Emma widened her eyes at the sudden and unexpected question. "Um...whose kids again?"

"Ours...?"

Emma chuckled lightly, surprised. "You know we don't have any, not for real, but only the fictional ones." She said gently, "Are you practicing or something?"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, yeah - you got me." He smiled weakly, now feeling rather empty after her answer, and already missing his children.

Emma continued softly, "Like you said once - when we're ready to settle some roots, on its proper time."

He smiled again. "Yeah." Just to make sure, he quickly recomposed himself and continued with his indirect interrogation, "This might come off as another weird question, but did some drones appear in the cities across the globe?"

She frowned at the question. "Yes..."

Peter continued now seriously and excited, "Really, when?!"

"Well...in your movies...?" She replied confused.

Peter deadpanned, and sighed. "Oh, obviously..."

"That's definitely a weird question, honey." Emma approached him closely, kissed him and said amorously as he instinctively licked his lips, "I think you have been Peter Parker for far too long." She took his free hand and slowly led him upstairs and towards their bedroom.

The next morning...

"I have absolutely no idea how we're going to get back." Peter confessed as he and Wade stepped inside of the now not so busy filming set.

Wade frowned, thinking. "What if...we jump through the same window we came from?" He stopped on his tracks and gazed the small built set of the apartment they originally had encountered the woman who sent them to their current location.

"I doubt it, you know it's not the window which is 'magical'." He pointed it out.

"It won't hurt to try it." Wade patted his friend in the shoulder and headed towards the empty of crew members set.

Peter sighed, before following him closely. "Actually, it will."

Once inside the fake living room of the apartment they previously were, Wade touched the glass which was made of a hardened type of plastic and took a few step backwards, standing next to Peter, and turned his head on his side to face him. He asked seriously, "Ready?"

Peter stretched his shoulders and quickly cracked his neck. "On you."

Wade nodded, before looking towards the window and exhaling sharply. It was his moment, he would prove his worthiness to his friend, and actually accomplish something for them both. He took one step forward and briefly ran at the window's direction with Peter closely next to him. When close enough, they jumped and propelled their shoulders against the window, crashing and flying through the weak and fake material, getting on the other side, and noticing they're in the same location amidst their painful groans as everyone stared them with shocked expressions.

A bald and tall producer immediately approached them and asked urgently, "What are you guys doing?! You can't afford to get injured, you should know that by now."

Peter groaned and slowly stood up, using his hands to move away the tiny pieces of plastic from his clothes. "It's for another take, if need." He eyed the small badge on the man's suit, 'Kevin' was written on it.

"Okay, but let to the stunt guys, you're no Spider-Man." He affirmed. "I know you guys want to collaborate, but we need you one hundred percent."

Peter chuckled sarcastically. "Look, I really don't care anymore; I'm Peter Parker, and I'm Spider-Man, I went through stuff you would never endure by yourself, I can do anything, I saved tons, but tons of people's lives, not mentioning the whole world once... so, yes; I'm Spider-Man, and I'm firing myself." He said harshly, getting a surprised gaze from Wade who now stood by his side.

"What?!" Kevin widened his eyes. "Y-You can't do that, people love you and I can't just find another Spider-Man, is this about Marc? I can get him to direct the next episode if you want." He tried to reassure with Peter.

"I can't? Watch me." Peter brushed his shoulder against his as he walked past him, heading towards the exit, furious and frustrated.

He eventually noticed he was being watched by someone in the dark sewer set meters away on his right. The mysterious man wearing black tie gazed him with emotionless eyes, before turning on his back and disappearing inside.

What?

Thinking something was off, Peter stopped on his tracks and walked towards the unusual sighting. He carefully entered the area, adventuring through the labyrinth, while stepping over the catwalk while clean water ran on the sides - like a real New York sewer.

"Hello...?" Peter called, not getting any kind of response for a while.

A male voice finally replied from behind him, "You shouldn't be here."

Peter instantly turned on his back, spotting the same man he saw minutes ago. He questioned carefully, "I bet you know something..."

"This is not your world, you defy the laws and codes." A metallic blade slid down his right sleeve and into his hand.

"Wow, let's talk about this, okay?" Peter took one step backwards and raised his hands up in defence.

The man stood quiet as he slowly walked towards him. "I don't like this, but you're an intruder, and intruders must be eliminated...for everyone's sake." He suddenly disappeared from sight.

Powerless, Peter raised an eyebrow, before turning around and immediately getting shoved into the ground by the man. He groaned in pain and stood on his feet again. He swung his arm towards the mysterious present but his foe grabbed his wrist with his free arm and head-butted him, making him stumble backwards. His opponent was extremely strong.

Peter moved his left hand to his nose and wiped the small trace of blood coming from it. He accidentally stepped in the wrong way and fell on his butt as the man slowly approached him and prepared the blade for the final blow, but it never came, instead, he grabbed one of his arms and ruthlessly released his anger over Peter with constant punches, until tiny cuts were open on the intruder's face, and small traces of blood came from them.

Once he caught a break, the man raised his fist but this time he hold his sharp and small blade. Peter also hold his attacker's arm and begged as he panted heavily, "Please...I...I just want to come back to my family... I wish nothing else...I need them...I'll do anything..."

He hesitated at the sight. "I'm... sorry." He tightened his grip over the blade.

A second male with a low gravelly voice stopped him from doing so. "Daniel, stop it."

Peter now eyed the second man, with a blue coloured coat standing behind his attacker, he was taller than him by one centimenter, probably the same age as well, brownish hair and green eyes.

"Why? He's not supposed to be here, he changes the variables set by the master planner, it's our job to maintain things as they are meant to be, no matter the cost, and you know that."

"Not like this; you'll be murdering an innocent man, a man who saved more life than us in a lifetime, don't do this." He said seriously. "This is not the path we should take, even if times aren't one of the best; I get why you're angry...but this man don't deserve to suffer from it."

Daniel frowned, struggling to decide what its best. Eventually, he disappeared in the thin air, leaving Peter alone with the man who probably saved his life. Peter exhaled deeply and slowly crouched as he looked up to his saviour. "Who are you...?"

He stopped to analyse the interesting fake walls and moved his eyes to the beaten Peter. He approached him and touched his shoulder, and now Peter's injuries were totally gone. He took a few step backwards and replied calmly, "I'm Cassiel."

Peter gasped, checking his now healed face, before finally saying, "Right, obviously, I mean - what are you? Because I don't know a being that can do that."

Cassiel cocked his head at him. "I'm a Protector of Mankind."

Peter smiled sarcastically. "Yeah, well, whatever that might be, you're not doing a very good job at it."

"We don't interfere in conflicts that are a product of your people's choices, it's the path you'll have chosen."

Peter slowly stood up and sighed. "Okay...so, you're another alien or something?"

"I don't know what that might be, but my existence is a natural one, we date centuries before your creation." He replied. "One of our given tasks is to protect the multiverse, its integrity to be more precise.'

"How did you find me?"

"You're an anomaly, we can sense it, and now I'm going to bring you and your friend back to the place where you belong." Peter was about to say something but Cassiel commented first, "I already talked to the woman who sent you here, a descendent. She's afraid, you were a potential threat to her, and now she understands, don't worry."

Peter gulped. "You can now read minds? I was just going to ask you that."

"It's one of my skills, indeed."

"That's incredibly...uncomfortable..." Peter joked.

He asked confused, "I'm sorry?"

Peter shook his head. "Nothing." He paused and checked his corners. "Why did everything got quiet all in the sudden?"

"Time is not running and...I...I wanted to talk to you first."

"Why?" Peter inquired softly.

"I..." He breathed heavily, and briefly moved his eyes from Peter. "It's a very welcoming experience, I must confess."

"Talking?" Peter continued, not believing the given answer.

"I rather appreciate small moments with your kind, they don't happen often...and I always learn something." He affirmed as they embraced a mutual silence for seconds. "It's time to go."

Peter insisted, "But -"

"I'm sure you have many questions, but unfortunately...some of them I can't answer, I'm not allowed to, orders."

Peter eventually nodded respectfully. "Will I ever see you again?"

Cassiel hesitated. "I can hear you, but we...probably won't." He placed his right hand over Peter's shoulder, as the hero's vision slowly faded out.

Feeling some weight pressed against his right shoulder, Peter calmly opened his eyes and slowly scanned his surroundings, noticing he was sat in a sofa and with Wade sleeping next to him while he rested his head on his shoulder. "Get off..." He mumbled as he not so aggressively pushed Wade to the other side of the couch, receiving a discontent groan in return.

"You're awake!" The feminine voice stated, excited. The brunette walked around the sofa to face the illustrious pair.

Peter narrowed his eyes at the young man, later realizing he was wearing his entire Spider-Man suit, same for Wade with his own spandex. "You...?"

"Look, I'm so sorry for sending you guys away, it was a dumb move when you only wanted to help me, now I know that...I was in panic." She confessed. "I'm Sam, by the way...and I didn't took your mask off, I swear!"

Spider-Man brought his hands to his face and sighed heavily. "No, no...It's alright."

Sam asked, "Do you remember anything?"

"Everything, minus the part where I manage to return." He replied.

"Well, he... I mean, I brought you back, after realizing my mistake." She gulped.

"How many hours we're out?"

"Hours? Thirty minutes at last."

He deadpanned. "Really? Wow..." He paused for a few minutes. "Listen, before this, you said people were after you...tell me your story, maybe I can help."

She smiled kindly. "I honestly doubt it, but...well, when I was young, probably six, I discovered I could travel between worlds, when I wanted to, mostly to be alone for a while, and when I got older, it became a mean to flee from danger."

"What do you mean?"

"Here, sometimes I was chased by this secret group, probably because of my powers, I covered my tracks for a while, but they eventually got close, really close, and I had to travel again, but there's also other people after me in the other side, so I can't stay away for far too long." She stood quietly, reliving old memories. "When you suddenly appeared on my apartment, I thought you were working for them as well, mostly because of your friend who tried to hit on me in a bar days ago."

"Sounds like Wade." He briefly gazed his friend, who was deep in his sleep and snored lightly. "This group, you know who they are?"

"I have no clue, I only know they're very evil - Darth Vader evil." She smirked. "Now I do some hacking, play some role playing games and some other stuff when I'm not busy."

Spider-Man chuckled lightly and nodded. He webbed her phone at the coffee table and brought it to his hands, before typing his number on the keyboard. "If you need my help with anything, whatever it might be, just call, and don't try to track my number because I already thought about that." He gently threw the phone at her own hands, offering his help since the girl was on her own and without anyone's assistance. She seemed like a good kid. He though

She smiled thankfully. "I won't; this means a lot, you have no idea."

Spider-Man stood up. "I do have some; I'll do some research about your gifts when I have free time; I must say, you're very special, and because of that you need to be even more careful."

"Hum...I'll make no promises." Sam teased.

He crossed his arms as he straightened his torso.

"Alright, alright...but I still can play World of Warcraft, right?"

In the rooftop of the Parker's building, Wade and Peter leaned against the edge and gazed the now much quieter city of New York, they're both tired, physically and mentally, and now it was time to finally part ways.

"So, what do you think of the recent experience?" The Merc asked.

Peter took his mask off and inhaled some fresh air, before replying, "I rather stay on my world, and you need to stop harassing girls, the mysterious and powerful ones too."

Wade sighed, aware that his friend was right about the subject. "Yeah, I think you're right - maybe I will go for the more old ones then."

Peter chuckled lightly and shook his head slowly.

He continued, "I still wonder where people like her came from."

"Back there, I read part of the scrip, and there was something called 'Inhuman', they're like - special people, mutants...? I don't really know, that's a harsh word." Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "We need to keep our eyes open, there might be hundreds of humans like Sam out there, and they need help."

"So, failed military experiment?"

"Nah, I doubt there's any in a colossal scale, besides - Sam said she discovered her powers when she was a kid, so we can scrap that from the list of possibilities." He affirmed, and later yawned. "We wait, let things unfold, and honestly? I need to sleep, urgently."

"Ditto." Wade stretched his shoulders.

Peter turned to face him. "Before you go, do you remember any...? I can't figure the person's name out, it's Cass something."

"Never heard of." Wade replied as he went to check for something on his suit's pockets.

Peter nodded, and then shrugged his shoulders. "That's fine... then I guess this is goodbye?"

"Wait a sec... I can't find the little sack."

"Sack?"

"Yeah, I opened it in your... oh..." He gulped. "I used in that glass of water, it's a medicine that keeps me focused and... among other things."

Peter brought his hands to your face, sighing heavily, before moving them to the back of his head. "Tell me you didn't left it on my kitchen and drank it." He asked, considering the possibility that his wife might have drank the water after thinking it was meant for her husband. "Gwen..."

"Um... I think I got to go now..."

After taking the suit off and having a quick shower in the visitor bathroom, Peter slowly opened the door of his bedroom for the first time after getting inside home, he didn't want to wake Gwen, but that turned out to be pointless. He stepped inside and saw his wife with her back leaned against the bed's headboard, staring the ceiling and giggling softly to herself.

"Gwen? You okay?" Peter whispered lowly.

"I'm...I-I'm...I'm not okay...I'm a-awesome..." Gwen exhaled deeply and continue to gaze the ceiling for no reason at all.

Peter sighed. "Did you drink that water? Is there anything else you took?"

"I...I took everything... I-I...its ama-zing..." Gwen laughed briefly.

He affirmed amused, "Well, you always were a happy drunk, or in this case, high."

Gwen suddenly started to check her surroundings, before turning to face him and gently grabbing his left hand and pulling him closer so that she could whisper. "Honey, I know what you really, really, really are."

He sat next to her. "What?"

She said dramatically, "Vampire..."

Peter deadpanned, wondering if she was actually being serious. "No...I'm pretty sure I saw my reflection in the mirror minutes ago."

"That's the point... you're seeing things, m-maybe you went crazy."

Peter replied aghast, "I'm not crazy."

"Well, c'mon...you always have been half crazy...and since the war ended you got even crazier, maybe...maybe you finally cracked!" Gwen laughed as if she just said the most amusing thing in the world.

Peter nodded slowly, emotionless, wishing to be run over a truck instead to have his high wife's thoughts, but then again, he now had to put his vows into use, in death, misery, and craziness.

Gwen glanced the window and continued, "Maybe now...you are - for real...really crazy, you know?"

"I made one simple mistake with Wade, and now you're high because of that; it won't happen again."

Gwen cupped his cheeks and said dramatically and softly, "Hey, I know, I know...honey, it's okay...look at me, it's okay...cause you're my husband...and I still love you very much." She now appeared emotionally, as if she was about to cry.

Peter smiled. "Thank you, I guess."

She caressed his cheek as they gazed into each other's orbs. Suddenly, Gwen moved her right hand from his cheek and playfully pinched his nose. "Boop!" She grinned cheekily while her lover didn't seemed to be really amused.

"Right..." He mumbled aloof. "Time to sleep, Missy." He stood up and walked around the bed as his wife moaned in discontentment and laid her head over her pillow, waiting for him.

Peter lay down and brought the sheets to their neckline before he wrapped his arms around his wife and brought her closer. Gwen rested her head over his chest, caressed his toned abdomen and sighed contently. She whispered, "I love you."

He kissed the top of her head and moved a golden bang behind her ear, watching her slowly closing her eyes and drifting into sleep. "I love you too."

After a few couple of minutes of making sure the love of his life was lost in her relaxing sleep, He moved his brown eyes' gaze at the ceiling and quickly thought about the unusual experience he found himself into, like - traveling to another dimension which was something he considered implausible to happen, meeting his friends' counter parts, later discovering the mysterious kind called 'Inhumans' and more. Not mentioning the feeling on his gut that he wasn't remembering something in particular, as if something was erased from his very memory.

Deciding to slow down his thoughts so that he could get some sleep done, Peter closed his and breathed calmly, taking on his wife's scent while her petite body's heat kept him warm and comfortable.

When he least expected, Gwen asked softly, "Can I have breakfast off your abs, sweetie?" She opened her eyes and looked up. "You're just too hot, honest opinion."

A/N: Hey guys! This chapter marks the 50th one in the story, and because of that I wanted to write something different than the usual, as promised before. This was inspired by the TV, show Supernatural and it's episode called "The French Mistake", when I saw that, I instantly thought about doing a Spider-Man version, so I'm giving the credit to where it's due.

I also wanted to explore the Marvel lore quite a bit, The Inhumans are the first thing which comes to mind, though, I made some huge changes to their origin that will eventually be explained, the original idea is still there, but I don't want to give anything away this soon. Also, new characters were intruced, I'm planning them to become regulars as the story progress, some OCs too - like Sam and Cassiel.

These two in particular, are related to this Inhumans side plot. As for Cassiel, the name comes after an Angel named Cassiel, from the Bible. I'm not religious at all, but when I was mapping out future chapters, Inhumans to be more precise, their Comics Origins mixed with some real world mythology was just a perfect fit. So, wait and see.

I also wanted to dedicate this chapter to Movie Guy 94, who's also a big fan of Deadpool like me, and I really wanted to see Ryan Reynolds and Andrew Garfield together as their comic book roles, it won't happen, but it somewhat did here. And about that, there were some obvious changes in the 'alternate' reality, so don't take them all seriously.

Now, I'm quite overwhelmed by how much long this story has lasted, if not for the support, it would've ended much earlier. Seriously, I had this goal of thirty chapters, still going. I wanted to tell the story of Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy and their friends, but like any common Spider-Man story, sometimes he needs to go into an adventure. Here, he saved the whole city twice and the world one time, yet, his other duty is to raise his children, and that's where the story will focus on along with eventually new storylines, nothing big, but more personal, very personal, and that's being set up since the last chapter. Some of you comic book geeks like me (ex, unfortunately) might have heard of a baddie called Morlun, well, that's it for now, and after that, what I'd call the highest point of the story is when the greatest threat isn't a villain, but maybe Peter himself. That will start the end run.

I'll admit I still have some juice to keep going, and as long as people are reading, I don't see any reason to end it before all of that has happened. I'm now excited to write the kids growing up, Elizabeth eventually becoming a woman, and the twins brotherly bond. What do you want to read?

So, I must thank everyone everyone who's still reading the story, supporting and reviewing it. Big thanks for Alice and KirkCaptain for the latest reviews, always cheer me up. There's a lot of other important people to me like FireflySurvivor, Movie Guy 94, EggMan, Marie and zipzip, the list just goes on, even the many guests or unregistered readers!

Personally, Cassiel in my mind is Eddie Redmayne.

That's all I have to say for now. Adios!