Disclaimer: I do not at all own Marvel or the Spider-Man franchise. I do not own the She-Hulk franchise. I don't even own the idea of Peter/Jen, I just like writing them. Is nice!
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Warning: Don't drink and read, cos at some points, you might inhale your drink and choke. I don't want someone to choke from reading. Please exercise caution.
Navigating the Curve
By Juliette Lyst
Refuse To Dance
Parallel Worlds - Parallel Lives (Alternate Universe) Paradise Gove Hospital - Room No. 85
September 7 th , 3AM
Yawning, Jennifer planted one hand on the frame of the bathroom door, gripping it firmly. She'd needed to duck to clear the door. Her eyes were narrowed into slits as she glanced at her hospital bed.
She missed her own bed… and her own clothes. The tall woman was grateful that they had gown that fit her. But…
Still…
Peter stepped out from behind her. "Let's get you back in bed," he spoke softly, pulling her left arm over his bare shoulders. A faint smile crossed his lips as he heard her struggle to suppress another yawn.
"Sure webhead," she murmured, letting him lead her back to the bed.
He was nervous while helping her to sit, and he knew it might have been annoying… but he was worried about what would happen if he wasn't careful with her. Being inattentive had led to her abduction. It didn't matter that the situation was out of his control…
He had been in the building.
He should have been able to keep her safe.
"Mm," she purred faintly. "Thanks Pete." A faint grin crossed her lips.
"No problem baby."
"Come on," she spoke, reaching for his hand and pulling him back into bed with her.
"… Alright," without a whisper of complaint, he crawled in next to her. Before he was able to help her get settled under the covers, she was asleep.
Propping himself up a bit on one elbow, he turned his gaze to the windows. Sunrise was a distant promise, but a wobbly smile crossed his lips. He felt… relief, but was still on edge. Peter worried about letting himself relax. He hadn't mentioned it to Jen at all - or anyone else.
He felt inadequate. Like he was to blame. He doubted that he would ever forgive himself.
But…
He was grateful for the lack of nightmares this time. Just in case… He kept his eyes wide open. It was a struggle…
Even after their 'reunion,' he had not fully allowed himself to sink completely into slumber. Which - considering - was more difficult
than he'd thought. He was tired .
Shifting over to rest on both elbows, he kept his focus on the window, silent for the longest time.
So many thoughts swirled around inside. Guilt, love… anger and fear. All of it continued to plague him. At this point, they were all sure that Morris' old enemy was behind it all. His stare moved toward the floor, his mind in turmoil.
What were they supposed to even do about him? The younger hero wondered if there was even a way to trace anything back to him. From what Peter had learned… Though Trask might have been a horrid man-one who willingly taunted his victims… he wasn't stupid. No doubt the old gangster had found a way to cover his tracks.
The web-swinger became so engrossed in thought that he was startled to feel warmth on his face. Lifting his eyes, he saw the sun beginning to peek above a light cloud cover. Dark skies were slowly being painted with faint streaks of baby blue and orange.
"Wish you could see this Chip," his voice was low as he addressed his child, not wanting to wake Jen up. Though he enjoyed watching sunsets, he had to admit that now they failed often when compared to sunrise.
It was an assurance that another day had come. It was another chance to make better decisions, one more than before… more time for him to spend with those he loved.
At that moment, he felt torn. He wanted to keep on alert… for any threats that might come but…
"You need to relax," a raspy voice spoke up.
Peter jerked faintly, not expecting hear anyone… let alone to feel a hand on his arm. "Jen?" he addressed her, glancing to his left.
"… What time is it?" she asked, a bit disoriented from sleep.
Peering to the bedside clock, he did a double take. It was already 6 in the morning. How did the time pass by so fast? "Umm… Morning."
Blinking a little, Jennifer yawned. "That's not what I was asking, Pete, and you know it." Rubbing her eyes, she let out a small grunt. "I guess I'll check myself…"
Carefully swinging her long legs out the bed, she leaned over a little to read the bedside clock. "Hmm… Six in the morning," she murmured. "No wonder my head's starting to hurt."
Peter's eyes widened, and he nearly kicked himself. "I forgot Jen, I'm so sorry." Getting up, he bounded over to the windows, pulling the blinds closed and plunging the room further into darkness.
"It's not your fault," she replied.
Returning to tje bed, he sat next to her, rubbing her back. "I… It's good one of us thinks that," he replied, bitterly.
Frowning, Jen looked in his direction. "We both should, Peter," she replied. "You were no more to blame for what happened than I was."
"It shouldn't have happened," he sighed… deciding to allow some of the 'mask' to slip a little. "If I was being attentive, it never would have." Peter lifted his eyes, chocolate irises meeting green. "You wanted to go with me," he added, remembering vividly. "And I convinced you to stay here."
Sighing softly, Jen wrapped an arm over his shoulders. "Pete…" she began. "You can't let past mistakes cling to you. It'll change you… in bad ways," her brows twitched. "I would know."
Not expecting that, Peter looked up at her. "What do you mean?" "… Well, you knew your universe's Jen, didn't you?" she asked. "Of course I did," he replied. What does that have to do with this? "I'm sure that she told you about her friend… Tiffany?" Jen hazarded
a guess by mentioning the name. She knew there were lots of similarities between her universe and Peter's… but how far did it go?
Instead… Peter drew a blank. "No…" he replied.
"Huh," Jennifer commented. "Maybe that was just here, but… Tiff and I were close. Like really close," holding up her left hand, she emphasized this by crossing her fingers.
Peter nodded, listening attentively.
"Years ago, I wasn't the best loved attorney, believe it or not." "But-"
"Wait," she interrupted him. "By that, I mean that big business couldn't stand me. Plus, dad had problems with the underground gangs." Pausing momentarily, she licked her lips. "One day, I wasn't feeling the best, needed some files for a case-had this really unexpected call to get to the office as soon as I could."
Swallowing hard, Peter started to put some of the pieces together.
"I had broken my left arm and was in a cast and sling. So, I couldn't drive. Well, my friend Tiff offered to run there for me and pick up the paperwork." Here, she stopped, taking a moment to gather herself. Instead, her eyes teared up.
"Jen?" Peter wrapped his arms around her, offering as much physical support as he could.
"I should have told her no, should have called work and told them I couldn't come. Then what happened never would have."
"What happened?" he asked, faint memories of hearing a similar story coming to the forefront of his mind.
"Someone had tampered with my brakes. Tiffany knew almost immediately and started honking the horn to warn people," Jennifer looked away, frustration on her face. "I tried to catch her-to stop the car, but the medication I was on for pain pushed everything down. So far down…"
The fingers on Jennifer's right hand flexed a little in memory. "I could tell something was off too, because I saw the brake lights… but the car kept moving. When I was able to transform, I chased right after her. I actually managed to stop the car from hitting a guardrail. But…"
The stories diverge a bit. From what he'd heard, someone had shoved Jen out the way with their own vehicle-so she couldn't catch the car in time… and once it flew through the guardrail, it collided with a gas tanker below. Her friend didn't survive the fiery explosion that followed.
"It was my fault for taking the time to relax. I should have immediately pulled her out of that car." Her voice was shaking now. "I was just stunned when she saw me and seemed to realize who I
was. I told her she would be safe and she gave me a grin."
"Jen…" Peter began. He didn't want her to finish the story since it was so upsetting to her. He knew she was upset… it was audible in her voice. "You don't have to tell me anymore."
"No, Pete…" the green skinned woman resumed eye contact. "You need to know."
Quieting, Peter nodded.
"The car was rigged with a bomb… set to detonate if the car managed to stop."
The young man's eyes widened. Why would…
"The car blew up… right in my arms. And everything caught on fire." Jen's shoulders drooped. "And then it was over… just over . My friend was gone, all because of a moment of hesitancy on my part."
"Jen…" he spoke softly. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."
"The reason I mentioned that, Peter," the green woman resumed, glancing away again. "Was to explain to you that you can't beat yourself up over a mistake you've made. Or something you assume was a mistake."
"Jen," he replied. "It wasn't a mistake. You didn't know that would happen."
"Hmm," she mumbled, making eye contact with him. "That sounds familiar for some reason… but I'm not sure why."
Understanding sunk in, one of Peter's brows popping right up. "I… I get what you're saying. But the feelings are still there."
"We're all different," Jen replied, offering him a half grin. "If you were the same as me… well we would never get along."
Peter returned her grin, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "I don't know about that," he spoke softly.
"It's true," she responded. "Since we're not the same… we all cope with things different ways. But do know, Pete, that I never blamed you for what happened." Although she had cried out for him before she was captured, she wasn't going to mention that part. No need to make him upset all over again…
"I… Thank you Jen," he let out a sigh, then rested a hand on her belly. "I know you don't blame me at all, Chip."
Jen rolled her eyes. "All she cares about is food."
"Projecting," Peter remarked, smoothly rising to his feet. "Shame on you, Jen." He scooped up his shirt from the chair it was hanging haphazardly from, pulling it back on. "Blaming your appetite on a teeny tiny baby."
"She's not that tiny," Jen groused, stretching. "It just looks like that because of how my body is right now."
"… And that's exactly why we're here," a male voice spoke up through the open door.
Peter turned, seeing Reed as the older man entered the room. "Is…" Peter cleared his throat. "Isn't it early?"
"It is," Susan replied, peeking around the corner. "Visiting hours don't start until nine in the morning."
"So why are you…?" Jennifer began to ask, trailing off when she read the worried expression on Reed's face. "What's wrong?"
Peter had noticed as well and was about to ask the same question.
"There have been some… developments," he explained. "So, we decided to come here much earlier to check on you."
"She's been stable… for the most part," Peter offered. He returned to Jen and sat next to her. "That seizure… it came out of nowhere," he sighed. "According to the doctors, the baby is just fine."
"I remember," Reed spoke. Redirecting his attention to Jen, he addressed her. "How you're even able to be awake in your state…"
"Too much to miss," she cheekily responded. She grimaced faintly- the light in the hall behind them hurting her eyes. "C'n ah… Can you all come in here and close the door?"
"Light hurts her eyes," Peter explained.
The foursome jumped slightly and hurried all the way into the room. "Not intentional," Johnny commented, closing the door behind them.
"No… I understand that part," Jen replied. "And… thank you."
Setting his equipment case on the floor, Reed began to undo the buckles. "So… this development I mentioned," he continued. "They're not good ones."
"How bad are they?" Peter asked.
Pausing, Reed considered very carefully what his next words would be. "We… We've been in touch with Reed and Sue," he answered, straight-faced.
Peter and Jen stared at each other, both uncertain if they'd heard right.
"He means he reached a Reed from a different universe," Susan supplied. "They've had conversations before."
Peter's brow shot up.
"I remember you told me you weren't from here, Peter," the older man added. "We both think you're from there."
"… But he belongs here now." Jennifer spoke softly, her eyes wide at the news. Reed had never told her that he was in touch with people from a different universe.
Peter took her hand in his, gently squeezing.
"We weren't inferring he wasn't," Reed replied. "Just mentioning that they're having a problem over there," He looked at Peter. "Their Jen isn't doing well."
"What?" Peter asked. He looked to his wife. "What happened to her?"
Frowning, Reed inhaled slowly before speaking. "From the test reports, she suffered a massive stroke, followed by full respiratory arrest." He swallowed hard. "The stroke left her paralyzed on the right side and below the waist."
Alarmed, Peter scooted closer to Jen, wrapping an arm around her. He needed to feel her skin, to make sure she was there. "W… W - Why?" he asked. Sniffing, he turned to Jen, burying his face in her chest. His next words were muffled.
The green woman sighed, gently rubbing the back of his neck.
"Apparently, she was unwillingly given a prototype. It was unprogrammed and is currently infiltrating her body."
"Prototype of what?" Jen asked.
"Some sort of symbiote, something that was supposed to take over her body," the older man replied. Face still downcast, he continued. "She's the only 'host' who is still alive." Though what quality of life could she have? he wondered painfully. He knew many who did the work they did… knew they would give up if they suddenly had their independence ripped away. Still… she's a fighter. Just like our Jen.
"That," she grimaced. "Is terrible."
Reed nodded, putting the earbuds of his stethoscope in his ears. "Need to listen in."
Peter pulled away and sat up… but he kept his hand on Jen's leg. "Go ahead," Jen said.
Reed took care to examine Jen thoroughly, checking her heart rate and breathing. "Everything sounds fine," he spoke, biting his tongue before he said 'so far.' Putting the stethoscope away, he dug out another medical instrument. "Now, going to check on the little one."
Jen snorted at that. While she looked like she wasn't very far along at current, she well knew she was heading in that direction… quickly. She could feel every wiggle and every squirm that Chip made, and felt 'full,' even more so since her transformation. Little indeed… she mentally griped.
"Sounding very good, Jen," Reed commented, holding the pinard in place. He carefully and gently palpated her sides while she sat up. The firmness he expected was there, partially buried under her muscles. In his opinion, if she didn't have the storm in her head to worry about, the baby would be in the safest place it could be…
"That's a relief," Peter whispered. He knew Jen had a similar exam the previous day… but Reed was their friend. It felt a lot better to hear the older man's reassurances.
"Jen, you seem very stable," Reed stated, the lines of stress on his face easing some. "But it might be best if you came to headquarters with us."
Jennifer's brows furrowed in worry.
"It's just as a precaution," Reed explained. "It's much safer there to try and revert."
"If you're sure…"
"I'll need to check with your doctor here," the older man added. Peter exhaled in a rush and leaned against Jen.
"Everything alright, spider?" she asked, eyes half closed.
"I'm not sure…" he responded honestly. He was here where aside from a few hiccups; his wife was fine. But back home… Jennifer was his friend. Both of them were. He wasn't sure how well he would cope with being paralyzed. "I wish we could do something to help her," he spoke. Swallowing hard, Peter let out a heavy sigh.
"We're going to try," Reed replied. "The case is complicated though… It's attached to a very vital area."
"Her brain, right?" Peter asked, absently, not waiting for an answer. He was beginning to regret leaving, not that he had much of a choice. It was doubtful that he could have done anything to help, even if he was there.
Also… he never would have met the love of his life.
"What are you all doing in here? I'm going to call security!"
Blinking, Susan turned, seeing a nurse at the door. "There's no need for that."
"It's not visiting hours yet," the smaller woman muttered. "How did you get in here?"
"I'm Reed Richards," the older man introduced himself. "And we're here for Jennifer." He glanced to the green woman. "We need to help her get back to normal."
"Wait, Reed Richards?" the woman asked, suddenly aware of the massive rock-ish form standing right next to the door.
"That's his name," Ben spoke.
The woman let out a small cry in alarm, clutching her patient's chart to her chest.
Self-consciously, Ben rubbed the back of his head. "They always scream," he grumbled. At one point, he had been angry… now it was always just awkward for him.
"If you can call her doctor in here, miss," Reed spoke, addressing the nurse directly. "I would like to confer with him about her care."
"Understood," she paused momentarily. "I'll let him know when I see him."
"Thank you," he responded.
The woman left and Reed cleared his throat. "What else do you need to know?" Peter asked.
"Well… considering Jen's state," the older man replied, gesturing to Jen's belly. "Even if she's a 'hulk,' I need to make certain that it's safe to move her."
10AM
Humming, Jen stuffed an overloaded forkful of cut pancake into her mouth. Due to who and what she was, the portions the hospital provided to her were a lot larger than normal. Not that she was complaining.
Peter sat next to her bed, eating his own breakfast. Both of them were using her overbed table. "How does it taste?" Peter asked, half smiling.
A dark green brow went up at the question, and Jen turned her head to look at him, both cheeks ballooned out. Flaring her nostrils, she continued to stare at him… chewing.
"Uhh…" Peter's eyes widened, his smile dropping from his face. He never expected that . Just how was she able to breathe with so much in her mouth? "Umm… After you're done eating, you can tell me. Yeah?"
Green eyes rolled at him before Jen turned back to her food.
Once the surprise wore off, Peter struggled not to laugh out loud. At least she still has her humor attached. he thought, relaxing. He had time to think about their earlier discussion.
Guilt… and blame. Neither of them did the young wallcrawler need to pile onto himself. Jen had told him that she didn't blame him for not being there. How were either of them supposed to know that a supervillain would find them and kidnap Jen?
Still… Peter lightly bit his bottom lip as he cut through his omelet and speared a piece of bacon with it. I have to stop this, he thought worriedly. If all he could think about were regrets and mistakes he'd made, there might be serious problems in the future that he wouldn't be able to address because of his state of mind.
His eyes half closed, and he bit into his food. He supposed, he needed to thank the nurse for their food the next time he saw him… Peter knew he'd been a nightmare to deal with while Jen was unconscious. Refusing sleep and food would have caught up with him eventually-he realized-then what good would he have been when Jen woke?
Strangely enough, Jen's nurse was blushing so hard when he saw them next that for a moment-Peter thought he would need to call for assistance for him.
Instead, the nurse stuttered out a few things about getting back to his rounds and disappeared out the door before either Peter or Jen could blink.
Finishing her food in record time, the green skinned woman stretched just a little and lightly scratched her chest. That was good, she thought with relish. Though she knew it would have been better if they were at home. If only things weren't like this… she held in a sigh, resting her left hand on her belly. She absolutely hated being in hospitals. It had nothing to do with the hospital staff in the least. Really… she just didn't want to be there.
"Done?" Peter asked, looking at her.
Looking at him, she nodded. "I think…" she narrowed her left eye, concentrating.
"Jen?" Peter straightened up, giving her his full attention. "Is everything alright?" He felt his muscles tightening up. He was ready and willing to run screaming for help down the hallway if he needed to.
"I think I'm full," she replied.
"You… think?" he asked, feeling amused. Mealtimes when she was like this were difficult to manage. Even when in her normal form, Jennifer had a big appetite. Being the She-Hulk made it even worse.
Being pregnant enhanced that even more. "Mmhm," she murmured, lightly patting her belly.
"That's good to hear," he responded, chuckling. He leaned over and gave her a hug.
Purring lightly, she hugged him tight. After a moment, she relaxed in his arms.
"We'll be out of here soon," the young hero spoke, reminding her. He knew that she didn't like it here. He hated it even more… but the reason behind it had him willing to sit still and hold in complaints. It was to make sure she was safe and that Chip was safe.
"That's good," she acknowledged.
After a moment, Peter lifted his head away from her. "Jenny?" he asked, smirking.
"Mm?" she mumbled.
"… Did you just grab a piece of my bacon?" "Um…"
11:45AM
"So, I have the all clear from Doctor Lobos," Reed stated, standing in Jen's hospital room. He'd spoken privately with the physician, trying to get as much information as he could before she was discharged.
"That's good," Jen replied, sighing.
Peter was gently rubbing her belly. "I agree."
"She's also not on pelvic rest, not that it would have been a problem if she was," Reed paused, noticing the strange stares he was on the receiving end of. "Bed rest would be where she had to mostly stay in bed," he added.
"No… we know that," Peter responded quickly. "What's this about pelvic rest?"
Jennifer's cheeks darkened then.
"It means no sexual activity for a period of time. Fortunately, that's not a…" Reed's words trailed off, watching as their green friend continued to darken in color. "Umm…" the older man coughed lightly.
Blinking, Peter looked at Jen. Seeing her expression had him blushing heavily too. "Di… Uh… Did they have that as a requirement when she came in?"
"I'm not certain. I'd have to ask her doctor," Reed replied. A second later, one of his pale brows shot up and he folded his arms. "Why do you ask? You two weren't intimate recently, were you?"
"Darling," Susan spoke, resting a hand on his left bicep. "Jennifer's been in the hospital since we found her. There wou-"
"Actually…" Jen started, biting her bottom lip. Her blush deepened when Susan's eyes widened. "We… Uhh…"
"… What did you do?" Reed asked, then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "And when?" the older man questioned, starting to believe he would regret ever asking.
"In here," Peter explained, blushing. "Yesterday."
"After you woke up, Jen?" Reed inquired, his eyes narrowing. "W… Within the first fifteen minutes," she spoke in a lower voice.
"Wow!" Johnny whistled, blushing himself. "Now that is impressive. Never would have seen that coming." He blinked a few times. "And in a hospital room too!"
The couple's embarassment increased.
Jennifer covered her eyes.
Peter looked away, clearing his throat a few times.
Reed's mouth hung open. What was he supposed to say? Why would they even… Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose again. This should not be happening.
Susan walked over and elbowed her brother hard in the ribs.
"Hey! Oww!" he yelped. "Why didn't you just punch me, sis?" he asked, rubbing his side.
"That way," the brunette snapped. "I can claim that what happened was an accident… like what you just said," she glared at him. "All an accident, right?"
Grimacing, Johnny nodded. "Just a slip of the tongue," he managed. Looking at Peter and Jen, he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry… that was crass."
"It was," Reed choked out after a moment. Letting out a huge sigh, he moved to step out the door, surprised. "Huh," He looked back into the room. "Hey Jen," he called.
The mortified woman lifted her eyes. "You have visitors coming this way." "Oh?"
Reed stepped fully out of the room, smiling. "Hello Mister Walters," he spoke, reaching out to shake hands.
Morris returned the smile and shook his hand.
"Hey cuz!" Bruce called, peeking in the room. "Wow! You have a lot of visitors today!"
Peter nodded, blinking up at the other man.
"It's great we didn't have the same problem as yesterday," Bruce added.
"What are you talking about?" Jennifer asked, the blush thankfully receding.
"Oh, that nurse you have," Bruce replied. "We tried to visit, but he told us you were occupied."
"Occupied?" Jen asked.
Reed frowned, folding his arms.
"It's true," Morris commented. "We weren't able to visit with you. Thankfully, Peter was back here to keep an eye on you."
"When… when did the nurse tell you that?" Peter asked.
"Afternoon yesterday," Bruce replied. "Said you were awake, Jen, but occupied. Doctor Lobos never explained what that meant."
The couple stared at each other.
No wonder the nurse looked so horrified when he saw them. "Anyway," Reed interrupted. "It's good both of you are here." "Oh?"
"Jennifer's been cleared to come with us to the Baxter Building. For additional monitoring."
Morris nodded. "Their things are in California."
"We'll meet you soon, dad," Jen spoke. "As soon as we're able to." "They'll be safe, Mister Walters." Ben spoke.
"That's… thanks." Bruce replied.
"No problem," the bigger man responded.
Two Days Later…
September 9 th
Baxter Building - Lower Levels
Morning - 8:42AM
Though they'd been humiliated, Peter and Jen had left the hospital in under an hour. Neither of them ever expected things to turn out like it had. The time between the hospital and the Baxter Building seemed so short…
Now, Peter found himself undergoing a battery of tests himself. Fortunately, the news coming from the other Reed had been somewhat positive, there was barely any improvement in Jennifer's condition. No more strokes, which was good. Still… she was unable to speak. There were signs that she was able to feel on her right side.
The young hero sighed loudly, tilting his head back, to stare at the ceiling. He was bored, and was going to display that as much as possible.
"Is that really necessary?" Reed asked, a tad bit annoyed. He was carefully attaching electrodes on Peter's forehead and chest.
"Need something to keep me distracted, Reed," the younger man replied.
Frowning, Reed stuck one electrode in the middle of Peter's forehead. "I have no idea what you tell you, Peter."
"Why do we need to record for the other Reed?" he wondered aloud.
"… Remember what I said?" the older man asked, reminding him. "We need to figure out if you're from there."
"But…" Peter drew up short. Did it even matter anymore? "Why?" he asked.
Working his jaw, Reed sighed. "Closure for some. Answers for others…" his words were intentionally vague.
Nodding quietly, Peter held out an arm as the scientist moved to collect a blood sample. Closure for whom? he wondered.
"I'll be comparing your results against the information Reed sent," the older man stated.
"Ah, Reed?"
Pausing, the blond looked over.
"Can you try to call him… something else?"
"What's wrong with using his name?" the older man asked.
"It's… strange to hear you talking about yourself-in the third person," the wallcrawler replied.
"But I'm not," Reed explained. "Reed is a completely different person," redirecting his eyes to Peter's arm, he carefully prepared his tools and was soon drawing a blood sample.
"I… guess? You still have the same name."
"While that may be true," Reed acknowledged. "You are well aware that there are differences between us. There are differences between you and the Peter we knew here too." Taking the vial, Reed capped it and set it aside for analysis.
Considering, Peter lightly bit his lip. "Reed?" his asked, his voice softening.
"Yes?" the older man spoke, putting a folded section of gauze and a Band-Aid on Peter's arm.
"How far down do the changes go?"
Reed paused. "What do you mean?" he asked, putting more of his supplies away and guiding Peter to the monitor, connecting various leads to it.
"I mean…" he swallowed hard. "I know that my wife and Jen have different hair colors…" He also clearly remembered how different their stories were of losing friends. The changes were slight, but enough to catch his attention.
"Yes…" the older man spoke.
"The 'White Crane' and 'Iron Man' are nearly opposites." Off Reed's questioning stare, Peter elaborated. "Tony Stark where I'm from absolutely loves attention. He doesn't have any hidden base either."
"What… What does he look like?" Reed asked.
"Hmm?"
"His appearance," Reed elaborated. "What does he look like?"
"Well," Peter began. "I've no clue what he's like here, but where I'm from, he has dark hair and blue eyes."
"… What?" Reed murmured, eyes widening. "Your Reed has brown hair… and his wife is a blonde."
"Yes." Peter stood still.
Flicking a few switches, Reed woke the machine up and began his scans.
"I wonder how far the differences were with you and Peter," Reed grunted.
"Didn't he have a different hair color?" Peter asked.
Reed shook his head. "No. Even though he preferred to be bald, he had brown hair."
Peter's brows rose. "What about eye color?" he added, staring at the monitor.
"Hazel," Reed replied.
"But…" He knew that other Peter's personality was starkly different from his own. He wondered about the cause, but didn't want to bring that up to Reed.
Let alone Jen. What she'd told him was enough to make him very uncomfortable.
"There are likely lots of other differences," Reed continued. "From what you've told me, the changes are not just in personality, but also at the genetic level."
Peter was quiet. That was true too. His Jen was a lot more playful than the one he used to work with. He wasn't sure why, but he was beginning to question something. "Can you test that too?"
One of Reed's pale brows rose. "Test what?"
Peter straightened up, watching the readout on the screen. "Can you test me against the other Peter… to find the differences?"
"Sure," Reed replied. Squinting at the screen, he looked from Peter to the monitor and back.
"Is something wrong?" the webswinger asked.
Reed pulled up the comparison scans. The neural read for this Peter Parker matched the one that the other Reed sent for reference. "Looks like you're a match. You are from that universe." The scientist was fascinated, because he knew there were no reports of any interstellar ships the day Peter arrived there.
Peter was quiet.
"How exactly did you get here?" Reed inquired, not looking back.
"Umm…" Peter squirmed a little. "Doc Ock had this helmet and some sort of chamber. We got flung through it after he stuck the helmet on my head."
"I see…" Reed rubbed his stubbled chin. "Do you know what that helmet was for?"
"I'm not sure, but with the Doc… it wouldn't have been good at all." "Huh… I have an idea."
Appreciating the change in topic, Peter cleared his throat. "Like what?"
"I'm going to compare this to a secondary scan." "What?" Peter asked.
Not speaking for a bit, Reed began punching commands into the console. He started feeling unusually warm. It wasn't that he was hot, but the sudden thought he had was one he wanted to pursue… while he had the man in the room with him. I never thought I would go back here… he thought to himself, holding his breath as the long buried scan was brought up next to the new one on the main monitor.
"Ummm… Were you testing my scan for something else?" Peter asked.
Not answering, Reed slid the old scan over the new-feeling his heart skip a beat when the machine announced the scans were identical. "I…" the older man paused. "I think we should bring Jen in."
"What's wrong?" Peter asked, a worried frown in place.
"Give me a few hours…" he replied. "And all will be explained. 3:50PM
"There had better be a good explanation for this, Reed," the tall woman grumbled as she was led into the lab. For her comfort, the lights in the room were dimmed as much as possible. She was also wearing some dark shades.
"There is, promise." He replied leading her to a chair next to Peter.
"Hey Jen," the young hero spoke, helping to make sure his wife didn't miss her seat.
Jen leaned over a little toward him. "Any idea what's going on?" she asked, lowering her voice.
"No clue." Peter sighed, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"This is what I wanted to show you," Reed began, pulling over a much smaller monitor. "Do you see this here?" he asked, pointing to a scan on the right.
"Yeah…" Jen responded slowly, lifting the shades above her eyes. "It's a brain scan."
"What about the one here?" Reed asked, pointing to the one on the left.
"It's the same scan."
"No," Reed replied. "It's not."
Jennifer blinked a few times, before her eyelids became heavily lidded. "So, what, Stretch?" she asked. "So, it's a scan from that other place that other Reed sent over."
"That's… also no."
"Uh…" Peter was confused now. "I thought you said my scan marched what was sent to you."
"That's true," Reed replied. "And it is a 100% match… Then I decided to check like you asked." A tinge of excitement was in his voice. "Now, look at this here," Reed brought up two more images, side by side.
"… What is that?" Jen asked.
"These are two different sets of DNA-from two different people," he explained. "However, everything, from the nucleotides and up… it all matches."
"Matches?" Peter asked, sitting taller.
"In essence… Peter Parker, you really are Peter Parker." He noticed some confusion on the younger man's face. "It's as if you and our Peter were identical twin brothers."
"Oh!" Jen gasped, her mouth dropping open.
"But… I never had a twin," Hazel eyes narrowed. "Are you sure it's the same?"
"Completely. I've already spoken with Reed as well. He's just as baffled as I am."
"Wait," Jen interrupted. "So does Peter belong to that universe?" she asked.
Reed nodded quietly. "He's the one they though lost in that explosion." Looking away briefly, Reed sucked in a deep breath. "There's also a problem on that end. They need his help. It's… it's getting really bad over there."
"But…" Jen's voice trailed off, and she looked at Peter. "Are you leaving me?" she asked, her bottom lip trembling.
Peter swallowed hard, taking Jen's hands in his own. "Reed… What are the chances of me being able to come back if I have to leave?"
"No…" Jennifer whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Please…"
"It's… not very likely at all," Reed replied. "Being able to get you there will be a feat in and of itself. Trying to get back," the older man shook his head. "That's not even a possibility we've been exploring."
Peter looked down. "Is it safe for a pregnant woman to go too?" he asked.
Jen's eyes widened.
"That's…" Reed frowned. "I'll have to ask Reed about it. We might be able to do that."
Peter let out a heavy sigh.
"But be aware," the older man added. "There is real risk attached to doing this." He frowned. "Not just for Jen either."
Peter's shoulders sagged. "I don't want to risk Jen or Chip's life." "But you're going to leave us?" she asked, her voice cracking.
Squaring his jaw, Peter pulled Jen into his arms. "Reed," he spoke, rubbing her back to soothe her. "Find a way for the three of us to safely make it over there." His eyes narrowed when he leveled a stare at the other man.
The older man flinched.
"If you don't, they'll have to fend for themselves," Peter added. The webslinger desperately wanted to know if they were even able to get a hold of Bruce over there.
"But…" Reed quieted when he saw Peter's gaze harden. "I'll see what I can do."
"You're really doing that for us?" Jen breathed… in a small voice.
"Like permanently leaving you and the baby behind was ever an option."
Jen nodded, but she was still worried. Fear wasn't an emotion she liked at all… and it's what she felt. How much are things going to change? she wondered, squeezing her eyes closed.
"I need to take Jen back to our room to rest," Peter spoke in a more relaxed tone, helping her stand up.
"Understood," Reed replied.
Before Jen left, she paused. "Stretch?"
Still frowning, the older man looked to her. "Yes?"
"So… you're saying that my ex and my husband have the same genes?" Lowering her hands, she rested them on the sides of her belly, glancing down.
"The differences might be in fingerprints, but that's about it." "Pete?"
The young man stepped from behind her. "Yeah, Jenny?"
Her lips curved upwards just a little. "I guess that thumb sucking did come from somewhere else." At seeing the stunned expression on
his face, she worried her bottom lip. Had she misspoken?
"I guess I'll be to blame for a lot, hmm?" Peter asked, grinning. Pulling her arm over his shoulders, he led her back to their room.
Reed watched them go, scratching his chin in thought. He had a lot to talk to Reed about.
Their Jennifer was part of that, but the new revelation would be another. "… What a day," Reed muttered, beginning to walk around the lab and putting everything back in order.
September 10 th - 12PM
"This is humiliating," Jennifer complained, trying to get comfortable in the modified paper gown she was provided with.
"We're aware," Susan replied. She watched as the taller woman fully laid down on her left side and tried to relax. "But now you're stable enough to turn back, we need to monitor both of you."
"This is amazing," Peter murmured, fingers tracing the bare skin of her abdomen.
"The gown, Pete?" Jen asked, grumpy already. "You could always try on one too," she suggested.
"Wouldn't look as nice, I promise you." He leaned closer to her, studying the musculature there. He could definitely tell where Chip was, could feel when the baby moved. He stepped out of the way so Susan could attach electrodes to Jennifer's belly.
"Next time, we'll have to see, Pete," the green woman grumbled. "Just like last time," Reed spoke quietly, beginning to attach
electrodes to Jen's chest and forehead.
"I know," she replied. "But I still hate this." After a moment, she raised a brow and looked at Susan. "Why are you putting more down
there?"
"Well…" Susan worked her jaw, trying to tactfully reply. "Sue?" the taller woman spoke.
"From the scans… there seems to be a bit of extra baby from the last time we did this."
Jennifer's mouth closed quickly in shock. What could she say to that
? Extra baby? she blearily wondered. She was beginning to worry, wondering what had happened since she'd been the She-Hulk. Was the baby growing faster? Was that what Susan meant?
Reed moved away for a moment, returning and offering Jennifer something she could squeeze. "Here. This should hold up in your grip."
"Really?" she asked, staring at the squishy ball. Is this going to be another mess? For some reason, she found it amusing and started laughing.
"Hey!" Susan called. "Calm down," she ordered. "I still need to attach more electrodes."
"What?!"
Peter looked closer where Susan was working on Jen's belly. "Oh," he muttered, understanding what the brunette meant. He hadn't looked closely enough before but… "You might be in for a surprise, Jenny."
The green woman stared at both her husband and Sue.
Less than fifteen minutes later and once again covered in sweat, Jennifer screamed, squeezing the ball Reed had given her with all her might. As she had expected, the thing gave up very quickly. In fact, it was faster.
Her grip might have had something to do with it.
Peter stood behind her, watching as the readings on the monitors got higher and higher. That… Didn't happen before… Trying to calm himself down, he became alarmed at seeing Reed's expression. The man was not happy with the readouts.
"Jen!" he yelled, hoping he could get her attention. "You need to stop!" The readings were nearly past the edges of their limits… which didn't bode well for her or the baby.
The green woman opened her eyes to slits. "What?" she asked, sweat dripping off her chin. "Why are you going so…" She stopped speaking abruptly, her eyes rolling back. She stopped moving, having passed out.
"Jen?" Peter called, looking over her carefully. She was still breathing, but… "Reed, what happened?" he asked, frantic.
"… It seems she's not ready yet to revert," the older man replied, troubled.
"How much longer?" Peter asked. "Another week? Two?"
Reed frowned. He wasn't sure how long her nervous system could bear up under the pressure from the storm. "I hope not."
"It's going to get harder the further along she gets," Susan spoke up, looking at the printout from her monitor. "The longer it takes, the more pressure on her entire body to keep up."
Peter swallowed hard and began to shake. This couldn't be happening. "What…" he began, then paused… his voice wobbly. "What if she can't turn back?" With dismay, he watched Reed as the man slowly shook his head.
"We need to get her to do this," he spoke. "As soon as possible." "How do we get it done?" Peter asked.
"I-"
"What do I need to do?" Peter asked, straightening up.
We need to make some calls, Peter." Reed replied.
Johnny worriedly peeked in the door, having heard the commotion from down the hall.
"To who?"
"You… to Bruce and Morris," he noticed it when Peter flinched. "Whatever is going on with you and them, you need to crush it and get them back to New York."
Sighing, Peter nodded, looking down. "I'll go do that." "I'm going to call Reed. Maybe he can help."
Both of Peter's brows jumped, but he remained quiet. Main Universe
Baxter Building
"… And… there," Susan spoke, testing out their new arrangement with Jen.
The green woman looked at her from a higher semi-reclined position, lifting one brow.
"Higher?" the blonde asked, moving to do so when Jen blinked in response. She propped the bed just a bit more. "I can't go too far with this."
Jen blinked in reply, reaching out with her left hand. Susan offered her a spoon.
Taking it, Jennifer looked at the very unappetizing mush in front of her. Her expression said more than words ever could.
"I know it doesn't look the best," Susan spoke, softening her voice. "But we need you to be able to eat something that you won't choke on."
Jen rolled her eyes, but dug her spoon into her oatmeal, then paused, leaving the spoon alone momentarily. She waved her hand to get Susan's attention.
"Hmm?" the blonde looked up from the chair she was moving. Jen's lips quivered, but she mouthed 'thank you.'
The other woman offered a warm smile in turn. "You're welcome." Pulling the chair right up next to Jen's legs, she faced the taller woman. "I'm going to stay here to help you after you eat."
A dark green brow shot up at that.
"You still can't breathe on your own properly. Reed has a Cough Assist in here to help clear your throat. Just in case,"
Pausing in thought, Jen nodded, understanding. If she couldn't cough, there was a good chance that food would go into her lungs easily if it wasn't addressed immediately. Leaning her head forwards just a little, she began feeding herself with the spoon.
Susan had brought her own lunch, pulling over the thermal bag. Unzippering the top, she pulled out her sandwich and began eating.
Jen only looked up briefly in acknowledgement.
The silence, while no longer as uncomfortable-still saddened the blonde woman. Not that Jen was exactly a chatter box… but the woman most certainly enjoyed having long conversations about their missions. Though… of late, Jen had been pulled off active duty and semi confined to the medical lab, which meant she was in essence trapped in the building.
Now?
It was a lot worse. Her entire existence was limited to this room. After a moment, Jen stopped eating abruptly, her brows pinching
together.
Susan noticed immediately. "I'll get the Assist," she spun around to get the machine.
Jen reached out for her, but without being able to speak, she wasn't able to call the blonde woman back to her.
The fingers on her right hand were moving.
Parallel Worlds - Parallel Lives (Alternate Universe) 4PM
Unfocused green eyes opened and Jen let out a soft moan. Where was she? She vaguely recognized the ceiling as one in the borrowed room she shared with Peter. But… Why am I in here?
"Jen?" Peter asked. He popped up into her frame of view. "How are you feeling?"
Squeezing her eyes shut, the green woman moved, groaning. "I'll go get Reed."
"Yeah," Jen replied, feeling extremely tired. She was nearly out again when Reed came in with Peter.
"Good to see you awake, Jen," Reed remarked, gently checking her vitals.
"I feel like I did a one on one against Arlton," she muttered, vague memories of the blood thirsty machine.
"… You mean Ultron?" Peter asked, one brow raised.
"Who?" she murmured, not recognizing that name. "No… Arlton… the bot."
"Huh," Peter muttered. Another difference compared to where he was from. "We had a machine like that back home called Ultron. Hank made it."
"Pym always had strange ideas," Jennifer remarked, annoyance in her voice. "I need to give him a call… in the near future." Her eyes were narrowed to slits.
"I'll do it for you," Peter offered, not wanting his wife to lose her temper with Hank… though he did wonder how Titania had escaped prison.
"Ugh," the green woman grumbled. "Fine." She looked away, relaxing more as Reed concluded his checkup.
"So far, so good," the older man said. "But we really need you to change back as soon as you're able."
Squinting a bit, Jennifer swallowed hard. "I failed at it," she replied, inhaling deeply. "Why was it so hard this time?"
Reed frowned. "Possibly due to the size of the baby now," he replied. "What do you mean?" Jennfer asked, sitting up with assistance.
"Your body is trying to cope with that storm-which is still there by the way," the blond reminded her. "And now, the baby is going through a growth spurt, so your body is trying to handle the sudden increased needs both of you have."
"Grow… spurt?" Jennifer asked, looking down at her lap. "Another one?" Was it possible…? How did I not notice? she wondered, alarmed. Now that she was paying closer attention, she did notice her muscles had slackened further to give the baby even more room. She looked much more-
"Yeah, Jen," Peter chimed in, awkwardly moving from one foot to another. "I could tell when I saw how much surface area Susan had to cover." He flinched at the long stare Jen gave him.
"… Are you calling me fat, Peter Benjamin Parker?" she asked, beginning to snarl.
The young webcrawler blanched. It's never good when she uses my full name… he mentally whimpered.
"What we mean, Jen," Reed spoke up, feeling sorry for the younger man. "Is that those muscles of yours are hiding a lot more than you think. Or… at the least, they're trying to."
Jen's mouth just hung open.
"So that means we need to use much more care than before while we trying to help you get back to normal."
"How will I even be able to move?" the green woman asked, sounding disoriented.
This time-Peter wisely kept his mouth shut.
"You'll be fine," Reed replied. "We'll try again in the morning."
Peter stiffened. "So soon?" he croaked, the familiarity making him increasingly uncomfortable. Today, Jen had a potentially dangerous failure in the attempt.
Reed nodded. "The sooner, the better."
Jen sighed, her hands examining her changing shape, fingers easily feeling the curves her eyes had missed. "Oh, it's true…" she whimpered. "I am getting fat." Even her gamma-enhanced musculature couldn't stand against this .
As if ignoring her words, Reed spoke again. "We'll be having dinner soon. If you want, I can bring your meals in here."
"Oh, I could definitely eat," the green woman commented, as if completely forgetting her worries of just a few seconds before.
Again, Peter maintained his silence at her words.
"… Okay," Reed replied. "I'll bring your meals sent in here."
After he left, Jennifer looked over to her husband. "Pete, will you still love me," she asked, worry in her voice. "If I end up outgrowing our room?"
Peter simply hugged her, pressing a kiss to her temple. What was he going to say exactly? The last time he ever commented on her
eating habits, he'd been hit. He didn't want to think about how much damage she might do in her hulk form.
Leaning into him, Jennifer sighed, abandoning the subject. There were other more pressing concerns. Such as the fact that she'd need to try to transform again… tomorrow. She wasn't looking forward to it. She was beginning to regret her change this time… but it had been to save her life.
Koen would have killed me, she though, goosebumps rising on her flesh. To date, she had no clue what had happened after she abandoned him in the warehouse. Is it important? she wondered, idly.
She was more concerned about Gerald. The man had been injured, likely seriously-all to keep her safe. Feeling her eyelids drooping, she yawned. "So tired," she grumbled, flushing faintly when she heard her stomach growling.
Peter cleared his throat. "I think you have enough time for a nap," he spoke softly. Sleep was probably what she needed the most right then.
"I need to eat too," she mumbled, rubbing her stomach.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he replied, smiling. "We'll wake you up." He helped Jen get settled in bed.
"Hmm?" she asked, yawning widely. "We?" Curling up under the covers, she quickly fell asleep.
Exhaling shakily, the webslinger rose from the bed, running his fingers through messy locks. He strolled over to one of the windows in the room, peering out from behind the curtains. There was a lot he had to think about.
Reed… speaking with someone from Peter's universe. Then, there was the slight issue of some sort of disaster over there. Reed hadn't elaborated on what sort of emergency warranted trying to pull him across universes. Do I want to even know? he wondered. It was likely an answer he would regret finding.
But… he was going to figure it out once he got over there.
And to top it off, his former patrol partner was sickened by some sort of thing inside her body. A stroke… He shook his head. I can't believe it. That wasn't something that he would have expected to hear.
As it was, her being in her She-Hulk form might just have saved her life.
Then… his eyes trailed back to Jennifer. There was the issue of his wife being sickened by being in her She-Hulk form.
"This is so confusing… and frustrating," he spoke under his breath. He needed to help both women, but reaching one of them wouldn't be easy. Feeling his phone buzzing in his pocket, he looked at the screen. Both brows rose, and he accepted the call, stepping out the room.
"I'm here," he spoke, his voice lowered.
Sorry we're getting back to you so late," Bruce spoke. He hadn't been pleased to find that he'd missed no less than five calls from Peter. It was odd though… that he received no text messages.
"It's fine," Peter replied, lowering his head. Now that he was speaking to the other man, he-didn't find it to be too unpleasant.
At least not so far.
You didn't leave any voicemail…" Bruce spoke, his voice trailing off. "Is something wrong?"
Peter froze, trying to figure out how to answer that question. Oh nothing! He mentally growled. Nothing at all! Except… you know, your cousin might end up dying for reasons not her fault, while a different version of her in the universe that I came from nearly died.
Hello?" Bruce spoke, wondering if the call had dropped. "Sorry! Sorry," Peter replied. "I'm still here."
You didn't answer the question," Bruce reminded him. "What's wrong over there?"
Peter cleared his throat. "We're having a slight problem with Jen's transformation," Peter lowered his voice even more. "I'd really appreciate it if you could come here and help us."
Elsewhere
On his end, Bruce stood still, surveying the contents of his suitcase… that he had been in the process of unpacking. "Problem?" he asked, his grip on his phone tightening slightly.
Yeah," Peter replied. "Jenny's couldn't transform today."
Both of Bruce's brows rose sharply at that. "That… shouldn't be difficult to do." He waited patiently, hearing Peter's sigh on the other end.
I know… But…" He drew in a deep breath. "I need you here, Bruce."
Mouth opening momentarily, Bruce scratched the back of his head. "Uhh… I just got home," he replied, feeling terrible.
But…"
"It was extremely expensive for Uncle and I to be there," he grimaced after speaking, not wanting to think about how high his credit card bill would be. "And I was away from work on an extended vacation," he continued. "After a period of time, the bosses start talking about the potential of replacing you."
"… I see," Peter replied. "Yes, that makes sense," he added. "I wasn't thinking…"
Uncomfortable now, Bruce hung his head. "Look Peter," he spoke, softening his tone. "I have to get unpacked and get ready for work too," He honestly hated to end their conversation, but he really did need to get ready.
You… where?" Peter asked. Though he understood what Bruce had told him, he needed some clarity. Bruce is always hidden back him, Peter remembered grimly. No time for a regular nine to five…
Eyes narrowing to slits, Bruce ground his teeth together. Was it that far fetched for him to have a job? "I have to go, Peter." After he
spoke, he abruptly ended the call.
Snorting as he walked around in his studio apartment, he sighed, looking at his reflection. Exhaustion and fatigue were written all over his place. His eyes were bloodshot and had grey bags under them. Along with the five days of stubble, he looked like he'd staggered half drunk out of some dive bar.
Or been thrown out.
Tsking, he grabbed a few clean clothes and jumped in the shower. 20 Minutes Later…
Clearing his throat, he observed his now clean-shaven face in the mirror. Adjusting his tie, he stepped out the bathroom. Scooping up his wallet, he securely strapped it around his waist under his shirt. Flapping out the material of the crisp, white shirt, he partially tucked it into his pants. Grabbed his suit jacket and flinging it over his arm, he hurried out the door.
He hated riding the bus, but he had little choice. Pulling a pair of dark shades out his suit pocket, he popped them on before boarding the bus.
The location he was heading to wasn't that big, but it had a lot of well-paying patrons. Licking dry lips, he drew in a deep breath to settle his nerves.
Fortunately, the ride wasn't very long and once he walked through the front doors of the initially plain looking building with a glowing pair of eyeglasses on the front, he pulled the jacket on.
"You look like something my cat ate, threw up and then ate again," an older man commented, looking angry already. He sported a head full of silver hair, along with matching moustache. Both were neatly groomed, and he was dressed very well. He had diamond studs in both ears.
Holding back a grimace at the 'colorful' comparisons, Bruce nodded in respect. "Sorry for being late, sir." Moving near the doors, he tucked in an earpiece, slid a walkie talkie in place on his hip and folded his arms.
"Least you're here before we open."
Bruce remained still as his employer approached him.
The older man had what seemed like a permanent sneer on his face. "You'd better be grateful I let you come back," he hissed, getting right in Bruce's face and jabbing him in the chest with a finger. "Don't mess up again!" That said, the man spun on his heel and stalked towards the back lounge.
Swallowing hard and struggling mightily to control his temper, Bruce decided it best not to even look in that direction. It wouldn't do.
For a moment, he wondered what his family would think if they knew what he did to keep himself fed. While his boss was arrogant and crass, the money was very good, and he hadn't been required to provide any identification.
Fortunately, the checks were issued in his assumed name, and he was able to cash them out with a teller who didn't ask questions. I might have to move again, he considered, uncomfortable. So far, he was staying under the radar, but he knew that one slip and he'd be back in the hands of the military again.
And if he ended up without work, back on the streets he'd end up. Baxter Building
Peter & Jen's Room
6PM
Peter was unusually quiet while he sat next to Jen. Understandably, Reed had handed a plate to her that was loaded down. The young hero wanted to ask, but held back… wondering how it was possible for so much food to be set on the same plate. Eating his more normal serving, Peter continued to turn the conversation he'd had over and over in his head.
During it, he realized that there were quite a few differences between the Bruce from here and the one he knew. Even though the appearances were the same…
The personalities were night and day.
Realization of what impression he'd given off when he spoke with Bruce made him uncomfortable. Peter never considered the true cost of all that Morris and Bruce had done for him. He also never asked Reed what Tony would have normally charged for assistance either. The young man felt-now-like he was in a bubble… where problems just seemed to float right over and around him.
I need to spend more time getting to know Jen's family. He decided. He needed to smooth things over with Bruce too. It was important.
Speaking of his lovely bride, he glanced at her, seeing how she was doing her best to imitate a vacuum cleaner. Peter also noticed she was making small noises this time, humming. What it was, he had no idea.
Sighing heavily, he returned to his food.
What did he future hold? He honestly had no clue.
He did know that they'd face it all… together.
But they did have the tiny issue of getting her back to normal. To Be Continued…
A preview of the next chapter…
Tensing his muscles, Peter spun them around until he was facing Jen.
The brunette's eyes were wide, her hands over her mouth.
Apologize!" Peter hissed in the man's ear.
N…"
Peter eased the chokehold long enough to let the man get air and then tightened it again. He saw how P eter tried to reach behind himself at first, then struggled to break the hold around his jugular.
I told you…" the bearded man stated, louder. " Apologize to her!"
I…"
Now!" Peter yelled, repeating the same maneuver-letting him get a breath-to keep the bald man alive.
S…" his voice was slurred. "S-Sorry," he managed.
Good." Peter replied, releasing the hold. He quickly spun his counterpart around to him and punched him in the face again.
Author's Note: It's late, I know. Or early? Depends on where you are really! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. It was a lot of fun to write. I was laughing while in the middle of editing too.
I did finally have my back seen to. It's not as bad as I thought it might be, but it was worse? I don't know if I'm explaining that properly, but it's both worse than I expected, and not as bad as I expected.
So, there's that.
Should I keep up with the chapter previews? IDK. I can see myself getting backed up somewhere from it.
I'm gonna head back to bed. As per usual, this chapter took about three (probably closer to four) hours to properly pen out edits to fix in the document.
Till next time!
~J. Lyst
"Extra baby," huh? Awkward…