It was a quiet day in Net City. There was no conflict, and there was no war.
Many of the heroes and even a few of the villains were in attendance of a funeral.
Wolverine looked over to see Silver Samurai mourning in his own way. His head held low as he bemoaned the loss of life. The two locked eyes and nodded.
There would be no conflict. Not today.
Everyone from the Marvel Universe was in attendance. Even Carnage.
There would be no conflict. Not today.
The wake was quiet. With friends and family all saying a few words.
Even some heroes from the DC Universe also came to pay their respects.
There would be no conflict. Not today.
At the end of the hall, lay a body. And next to that body, was a picture of the man who lay inside the casket.
Stanley Martin Lieber.
Stan Lee.
December 1922 - November 2018.
Rest In Peace.
Today was not a day for jokes. It was a day of honor. To celebrate the life of an inspirational man, and the mourning of his death.
X: Hey, Wade?
Wade: Yeah?
X: If you ever want to… Y'know. Talk about it. I'm here for you.
Wade: … Thanks, man.