The soothing wind smoothly moved the dirty leaves that were previously above the slightly wet ground, into the air and then through the silent alleway within the now dark city of New York. They slowly flew without no real direction, just forward, until they were pushed to the side by an individual who ran quickly past them.

Smoke came from the tiny openings of the manholes inside the area. She hurried through the gas too, splitting them apart.

The woman breathed harshly, she had to reach for the other side. Her own sweat slid down her forehead. Without stopping, she looked over her shoulder and heard again the horrifying screeches of the thing that had followed her inside the alley.

It was somewhere above her.

She screamed for help, but not a single soul could hear her right now.

There was only a few meters left. The distance kept shortening as she leapt over the many old boxes and trash bags in her way.

She then felt something sticky land on the back of her feet and then push her backwards, causing her to violently land on her chest and over the ground. She grunted in pain and tried her best to quickly stood up, but before she could go any further, the symbiote was already blocking the path in front of her.

She gasped in terror as the thin symbiote showed its teeth and tongue.

It needed a temporary host, so it finally got one.

The street was abruptly emerged in quietness once again, the type of silence that was repeatedly being brought up at other areas of the city by the same type of creature thatt haunted them.

An escalation took place.

Gwen stood within the dense crowd that filled the main streets. She could see the stage in front of her, she could also see the many individuals, of all ages and ethnicities, gathered around her, most of them featured some kind of Spider-Man trinket within them, suits, masks, shirts, balloons, the list would go on forever.

The live outdoor found in the building behind them casted a shadow over the crowd. Otherwise, the strong orange blaze from the tired sun would cover their sights.

A large portion of the people there also held a candle in their free hand. The confirmation of Spider-Man's death was already out, somehow.

They were all waiting for the speeches that would come from stage in front of the cathedral where a monument in his homage was lifted, speeches from the people he worked with during his time as the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. There would be officers, doctors, firebombers, it didn't matter.

They were all there, at least those who could.

The words she had been hearing since the speeches began were taking an even heavier emotional toll on her. They remembered his best days, his good deeds and activities, were they simple or not.

They thanked him for being a beacon of hope for many, especially in roughest times, a symbol that meant unity, in the end, would indeed prevail, as proven by the many people that were now mourning him.

Nobody protested, even the most indifferent to him.

The people who understood his message the best, asked everyone to stick together now more than ever as the city calmed due to the superhero registration act being revised. They asked for more compassion, the same compassion Spider-Man spread whenever he assisted an old-lady with her cat stuck in the tree, or whenever someone was hungry and he got him some hamburger with fries.

Gwen closed her eyes and allowed the tear to leave her right eye and down her cheek, before slightly lowering her chin. She then moved her hand inside her coat to reach for her meds, but hesitated once her eyes opened and settled at her stomach.

She didn't want to put their baby in danger. She brought her hand out of the pocket and against her belly. There was no baby-bump, yet.

If she ever told herself, before dating Peter, that they would have a big family, she would laugh at such notion. She wanted to conquer her future first, and maybe have a baby with a special someone, even then, it wasn't one her late life priorities, but in the end, she wanted to have everything with him, and they did.

Gwen sighed as she caressed her belly. She whispered, "I love you…"

Through a leap of faith, she took the recorder that contained Peter's message, into her hands and pressed it against her chest. She began to slowly make her way towards the stage.

He wanted her to decide what she would like to do with it.

As Gwen approached the stage, her attention and everyone's else was taken by something else after the digital outdoor, found over the building behind them, ceased to show the usual advertisement to focus in a particular message instead.

They all turned on their backs and raised their chins at the screen. The person under the shadows in the video seemed familiar to her, and that scared her as he started his speech.

Quentin Beck's low-pitched voice declared, "Citizens of New York… that statue, only took me one single symbiote to make it happen, so... by the end of the next night, this will seem like child's play as an army of these creatures roam the city."

The people around her whispered to each other in confusion. Some already seemed really worried.

She never took her emerald colored eyes off the screen, her lips were slightly parted. Her heart then raced faster the moment he mentioned a certain name.

Quentin continued, "Elizabeth… this is your first and only warning, be where everything started, otherwise hell will take place in this city, and now... there's no one to stop it. Be there... alone, and one else will be harmed. The stakes… are set. It's up to you to realize it."

People asked themselves who Elizabeth could possibly be and what the figure truly meant with that. They already knew it didn't sound very good.

She cleared her throat after the transmission was cut. She shut her eyes and spoke to herself, "Please… don't. I can't… do this any longer."

She didn't know how to immediately react. She was still taken back by just about everything, for the first time in ages, she felt alone, truly alone.

Gwen opened her eyes and eventually caught a glimpse of someone inside the nearest alleyway, the difference from an average person, was because this was found glued against the wall, within a shadow. She could spot the white lenses and what looked to be the spider in such person's chest.

Could it be…?

She shook her head and he was still there, focusing in her.

No, it can't be possible...

Gwen began to walk towards the alley's direction and through the crowd in her way, gently moving the individuals off her path as she headed further. After finally reaching the other side, she looked up and found that the same wall from earlier was now empty.

She went slightly further inside, still alone.

I'm seeing things…

Gwen sighed heavily and turned on her feet only to almost bump into the colossal figure that stood right behind her. She rose her chin to meet him. He was far taller and stronger than her.

"You… you came back for me now too?!" She stood her ground, not realizing how much reckless she just had acted.

Venom's current form remained in check. He looked like Peter when he wore the symbiote, but his built was considerably larger.

He finally spoke from within the symbiote that covered his face, "I mean no harm to you."

"I find that extremely hard to believe, Eddie. You killed him!"

"I-I… I didn't…"

She insisted, "Because of you, he didn't come back home. I have nothing to say to you, you will get what you deserve, I swear that you will.

"I will… yes, eventually. But now… I just… I just want my niece back."

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "What…?" She asked, incredulously.

"I don't want to make this any harder than it already is. Olive… as you know her. She's my sister's daughter."

"Do you really expect me to believe you?"

"I don't, but it is the truth. She was taken from her in my absence, her records were then cleaned by… Quentin. He didn't want me to get even further distracted."

"You are… lying!"

Venom remained in silence, shortly. "There's no reason for me to."

His response unsettled her even more. "Where's your… sister?"

"She… died, just recently. She couldn't fight anymore. This was her last wish to me. I need you to understand."

"No… I can't do this. I can't trust you, how can you even come to me and ask for this after what you've done?"

"Did your daughter… tell you what really happened in that night?"

Gwen eventually shook her head.

"Quentin had my sister, he wanted Peter's life in exchange for hers. He still tried to save me, I just… I didn't kill him."

Gwen cleared her throat. "He did… and then you facilitated his death with his injuries."

Eddie insisted, "Gwen, please… I've got nothing left. She's… my last hope."

"Peter believed in you, until his last breath, he did. He was your last hope, I can't in my sane mind allow Olive to ever be near you, even if you are truly related to her." She stated, firmly. "You're lost."

It may have been her last statement ever.

Venom stared her through his large and curvy eyes. His standing remained relaxed. "Yes, I am." He jumped over her and reached for walls, before swinging his way out of the alleyway and leaving the woman alone to her own thoughts.

Gwen closed her eyes and allowed her heart to slow down as she placed her hand against it.

Ezekiel leaned his back against the counter in the kitchen and crossed his arms. "There's something I need to tell you, Harry."

Harry sat down in one of the stools. "You can tell me anything."

"I think you're the only who should know this, otherwise they would worry, and our focus might change."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? You're already getting me worried." He asked, concerned.

"I'd like for you to mention it to no one."

Harry nodded, reluctantly. "Fine, I guess."

Ezekiel sighed. "The truth is… I'm slowly fading away from this… world."

"What…?"

He pulled a bloodied scarf from the pocket inside his coat and showed it to him. "I make this redder every day, the coughs are getting worse."

"I don't understand, what does this mean?"

"I don't belong here, Harry. Every single atom in my body does not… belong here. I'm an intruder." He paused. "So, this means I don't have much time left."

"Is there any way we can fix this? How?"

He shook his head in response. "Only if I get back to my world, otherwise, not that I am aware of, no. I'm… sorry."

"Then you should just do that."

"My place is now here, with Elizabeth… with this family. There's nothing for me back there."

"So come back when you are better then. We can't lose anyone else."

"It doesn't work like that, I'm… truly sorry. I just wanted you to know this."

"You should have mentioned this earlier, Ezekiel, you really should have…"

He insisted, "We have bigger concerns right now."

"What's with you Parkers and self-sacrificing?"

Ezekiel sighed and looked away. "I don't know… I really don't."

Harry exhaled deeply. He looked over his shoulder and spotted the twins watching TV with Olive at their side.

Elizabeth was still in her bedroom, Flash went up to check on her. He shut his eyes, until realization finally kicked in.

"Well, I think… I think I know what Quentin wants. He encountered me earlier."

"Shouldn't have you mentioned this earlier too?"

"We all were dealing with a lot." Harry continued, "... but you said your health is at stake because you don't originate from here."

Ezekiel nodded. "Yes."

"There's the symbiotes… Elizabeth's gift and then there's his wife."

"I don't follow, Harry."

"Quentin's wife died a long time ago, I've know this since I've read his file many years back. He mentioned something about traveling in the… verse? Like you, maybe? I think… he wants to find a version of her that is still alive, and the symbiote will most likely keep him healthy in there."

"I don't think that's possible."

"He seems to believe it and that's enough to me."

"But how would he even achieve such thing? He's not like me."

Harry paused. He didn't want to let out the name he held back in his tongue, but he had to. "Elizabeth… she did such thing before Peter… you know. Quentin mentioned her."

"I… if this is true, then she's not safe here."

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "What do we do?"

Ezekiel kept his eyes fixated at him without ever blinking. They were running out of time, and he out of words.

Gwen made her way past the people at the busy sidewalk. The intense chattering could also be heard by her. Everyone seemed worried to some extent, word was out that some sort of city threat had been made.

Nobody truly knew what to expect, and neither did she.

A police car in the street flew past them with its sirens in constant use, then another police car did the same, shortly followed by a third. She wondered where they could have been heading to, and why.

Above anything else, she was deeply concerned over her daughter, Elizabeth. Gwen just had little time to mourn her husband until Quentin appeared at some screen demanding for her daughter, due to some reason she couldn't comprehend.

As she grew anxious, she chose to stop in her tracks and stand against a wall. She took her phone in her hands and called for Harry. She couldn't wait any longer, there was still some considerable road that kept her from reaching her car, there was also the intense gathering of people in her way.

"Harry, hey."

"Gwen, are you coming back?"

"Yes, soon. How's Elizabeth?"

"She's in her room. Flash went to talk to her." He quickly continued, "Listen, Gwen, we need to talk."

"We do. Have you seen the news?"

'No…? The twins took the TV for them."

"So you don't know that Quentin is now after Elizabeth?"

"What…? No… I mean yes. That's what I wanted to talk about. How did you know?"

"He just made his intentions public, the entire city now knows."

"He's… he's giving his all for this."

Gwen sighed. "Do you know why he truly wants her for?"

"We think it's because of her gifts, she'll carry him along elsewhere, it's hard to explain on the phone. We need to get you all out of the city while we can, Gwen."

"He's threatening everyone…"

"What matters is your family and nothing else."

Gwen hesitated. Every muscle in her body wanted her to go home and get under the radar with her children. Somehow, it didn't feel totally right.

"I'm going home, please... take care of her while I'm out. She needs us."

"I will, you take care of yourself too."

Gwen nodded to herself. "Okay, bye, Harry." She ended the call, but before she could move her phone back into her coat, another call took place.

It was from unknown number. That was already terrifying. What if it was Quentin himself?

She rose an eyebrow and answered the call."Hi."

A male voice greeted, "Hi. Is this… Gwen Stacy Parker?"

"The one, who would this be?"

"I'm May's neighbor, well… was. I'm sorry."

Gwen sighed, heavily. "It's okay. What can I help you with?"

"Well, she had left me with yours and Peter's number just in case of any emergency. He didn't pick my calls, but thankfully you now did. I called you because I think I heard some loud, very loud noises coming from the house last night. I just thought no one was living in there anymore."

"Yes, no one's living there, we locked it pretty tight. Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure, Mrs Parker. I didn't call the police because I didn't want to get ahead of things. Regardless, I just wanted to let you know."

"Alright, thank you. I will check it out now."

"Anytime."

Gwen moved the phone of her ear after the call ended and held it in her hand as her gaze was lost far away.

She didn't expect to get back to the house anytime soon. Her recent memories from it kept her away indefinitely.

"How are you doing, Liz?" Flash questioned as he sat down in the edge of her bed.

She had her back against the wall and looked to the side towards her window. "Everyone keeps me asking that, Uncle Flash."

He smiled, comfortably. "It's because we worry."

"It seems just about everyone worries about me, that's all." She felt like the center of a huge concern, she felt guilty for something she truly comprehend, but she could imagine the reason.

"Well, I also worry for my daughter."

She looked at him. "Sarah? Why? What could ever happen to her? She's normal."

"Well, I worry that I somehow won't be able to provide her a good life, or a good to world to be in. I am afraid that people might hurt her and I won't be around to prevent such thing from happening, and I don't even mean physically." He continued, "... It can be scary while raising a child, you sometimes worry that things will get out of your control, that you won't predict everything, but I suppose that's just how life works, I won't be around forever."

Elizabeth silenced. She took a greater understanding over parenting.

Flash went on, "Imagine what's going on your mother's head right now. It's not easy dealing with all of this, yet, you're her absolute priority. You are important, she loves you."

"I wish… I wish I could do something for her, but everything I-I ever try… it somehow goes wrong, Uncle Flash." Her eyes watered slightly as she met his own.

He moved his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer. "Hey, it's okay… it's okay."

She hugged him back.

Flash began caressing her arm as he sighed heavily. "None of this is your fault, none. Don't think like that." He wanted her to take her mind away from such things. "What would you... like to be when you grow older?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I… I don't know…"

"Well, I wanted to be a basketball player… until your father owned me at school." He smiled.

She laughed, weakly. She heard the stories.

Flash questioned, "What are the things you like to do?"

"Hmm… I really like to sing, I guess."

"A singer then?"

Another smile finally popped up on her lips. "It would be cool."

"Then I'll write your songs and you'll perform. What do you think?"

She chuckled again. "Sounds like a plan, Uncle Flash."

He planted a kiss on top of her forehead. "Everything will be alright." He questioned, "Now, another question for you, a really tough one… what would you like to have for dinner?"

"Maybe… sushi?"

He pulled back from the hug and held both her arms. "I'll get us some then. I think there's one restaurant just around the block."

"Please come back quickly, though." She pleaded as he stood up.

"Don't worry." He winked, reassuringly. "I won't be late."

Elizabeth watched him head towards the door with a kind smile spread across her lips, and as he left her alone in the room, such smile slowly vanished again.

She felt uneasy at something and she couldn't exactly tell.

Inside what once was May Parker's residence, a not so strange figure was laid over the messy ground betweenthe kitchen and the living same space where May Parker used to wait and eventually sleep on the couch whenever her nephew still hadn't returned back home.

… but I love Peter Parker more.

Underneath him, the thin traces of the symbiote reached for the floor, as if it kept him fixated against the surface, while slowly covering the rest of his body, as if it wanted to keep the host glued to the ground.

… people will get hurt.

Some sections of his chest and shoulders were still exposed, the parasite failed to completely cover him once again. They had been consuming each other for a long time now.

… we've all gotta make a choice.

The many scars in his body were still visible, but they were currently slightly more hidden within the now more healed skin.

… well, I choose you.

Peter rapidly rose his chest from the ground and allowed the air to instantly move deep inside his dry lungs as he took deep inhales. He kept inhaling harder and harder. He felt like sharp knives were ripping their way further into his thyroid since it hadn't been used for some quite some time.

The little voice he still had left, was extremely rough. He could barely say anything.

Peter hugged himself as he began feeling cold. He was barely dressed. The symbiote covered portions of his body and that was it. He looked around and slowly realized he was at Aunt May's former house, now slightly more damaged, somehow.

Yet, he found himself even more confused as the seconds went by.

Peter eyes eventually settled at his chest and he immediately recognized some of the new marks that he didn't even know he had in the first place, they seemed recent. He slowly began to remember what could have possibly caused such scars to be there.

His heart began to race once again as he moved the tip of his index finger over the cicatrixes.

Peter hugged himself and breathed harshly. He felt like he was in the blink of a mental breakdown due to the many thoughts and questions he raised in his mind. He didn't have the answer to every single one of them.

He tried to call for help but he was voice remained rough and weak. He could barely let out something audible to the surroundings around him. He panicked again, his heart felt like bursting out of his chest.

A stranger began to unlock the door of the main entrance, the sounds of keys jingling around could be heard and eventually the door was open, exposing the visitor to Peter as he rose his chin slightly towards such person.

Gwen remained still at the entrance, still holding the keys in her hand after immediately pulling it out of the door. She had her own eyes settled at the male individual sat inside May's living room.

She couldn't believe her sight, and she didn't know how to react.

They locked themselves into each other's eyes. For a moment, Peter seemed to finally calm down once again.

"... Gwen…?"

"... Peter…"

She let go of the keys and allowed them drop down into the floor. She hurried towards him, joining her husband in the ground.

Elizabeth descended the stairwell of the apartment she lived in while keeping her hand over the handrail until she finally reached the first floor. At the end of the stairs, Ren came to greet her and so she kneeled down to pet him in the back.

She chuckled weakly as she now rubbed the spot under his chin, the now elder puppy seemed to enjoy it. She had been around Ren since pretty much the day she was brought into the world.

Elizabeth finally let go of the puppy and stood up to check on the rest of the apartment. She found Harry pacing around in the balcony. He had his phone in his ear.

She focused at the kitchen and noticed that the twins and Olive were eating a bowl of cereal. She decided to approach them, "Do you guys need any help?"

David, sat in the stool, shook his head in response. "It's okay, sis."

"Are you alright, Liz?" Olive asked, gently.

Elizabeth nodded and smiled, reassuringly. "Everything's fine." She continued, "Did you guys see Uncle Flash? It's been some hours since he left."

"I don't think he came back yet." Olive added, "We decided to eat something until he's here. Do you want some?" She offered her own bowl to the golden-haired Parker.

"Thank you, Olive. I'm okay." Elizabeth informed, "I'll check on Uncle Harry then."

She left the room and walked between the couch and the TV so that she could directly approach the transparent door of her balcony, which was also slightly open, allowing a small amount of fresh air into the room. Before she could reach for Harry, the screen in her side caught her attention and made her stop on her tracks.

She asked herself, "What is this…?"

The screen was muted, but she could clearly understand what was taking placing place in it. The host of the popular telejournal showed the many images of the city-wide broadcast, a threat from her father's former enemy before his death, a speech sent to every single digital receptor in city, which there were a lot.

She sat in the couch and unmuted the television after taking the controller into her hands, her eyes then fixated at the screen.

They mentioned something about a new threat that demanded for the appearance of this mysterious girl, otherwise a lot of people would get hurt. Realization immediately dawned upon her.

Harry came out of the balcony and became alarmed once he spotted Elizabeth getting aware of something he preferred she never did, at least not like that.

"Elizabeth, you shouldn't be-"

She turned her head to the side and towards Harry, before cutting him off, "This is about me, isn't it?"

He hesitated at first. "You shouldn't worry."

What could he even say next to a desperate child? Harry thought.

"How…?!" Elizabeth argued back. "The city and everyone else I love are in danger, because of me, again!"

He approached her and placed both his hands on her shoulders, before begging further, "We're dealing with this, Liz. Please, trust us."

Elizabeth wanted to fight back, to insist, but she felt insecure over just about everything that she could possibly influence. She dropped her chin in defeat and asked, "Where's mum?"

"She's on her way, we all will be together very soon." He gently took the controller off her hand, before shutting down the screen. He gestured for her to join him in the couch. "If there's one thing I know very well, is that you every individual that consists of your family can stick together no matter what. Trust us, we'll figure this out, like we always do."

Gwen handed her former deceased husband a glass of water as she sat besides him in the edge of the single sized bed. He had a blanket set over his shoulders and now wore a pair of old shorts that were found inside his old bedroom.

Peter drank the liquid inside the glass as if such cup would be the last he would ever have held in his hand. Traces of water slid down from the corner of his lower lip. He swallowed the water as fast as he could.

She watched him closely. They hadn't been talking much.

"I… I thought you were dead, Peter… I mourned you, I still am. Gosh, you've left me only a recording that I didn't know what to do with it. I need… I need to understand all of this."

Peter cleared his throat, lowered the glass away from his lips and allowed his gaze to land at the ground. He remained in deep silence.

Gwen added further, "Please... say something. Just tell me… that I have been dreaming for the past days." She felt like crying again as she watched him.

He opened his lips slightly, as if he hesitated at first. "I… I don't… know."

Gwen closed her eyes at his response, a single trail of a tear managed to go through her eyelids. "What do you remember?" She questioned, still keeping her sight shut.

Peter looked over his shoulder in order to face her. "... nothing, just… just darkness. Then I woke up and…" He sighed in disbelief due to what he was about to say. "... dug my way out of my grave."

Gwen noticed how his facial expression slowly turned into a more desperate one. He seemed to be thinking of something else.

He finally realized why he had such memory in his mind. "Eddie… he stabbed me. Elizabeth, then she moved us… out of the station." He met her eyes once again as his heart raced. "I-I... shouldn't be here."

She took his hand on hers. "Somehow... you are… alive, Peter. You were gone… and I don't know how, but you are with us again. This… is what matters."

"I…" He buried his head in his hands.

"This is… I just can't fully explain it, the past days were rough, probably the worst days I've ever had in my life and I can't imagine how you must feel, but you are here."

He shook his head slightly, locking eyes with his wife. "I tried to do what I could for him… I did my best as a friend… and he killed me for it. Now, I am here… again."

"I don't know how, but-"

Peter lifted his free arm that had been resting on his thigh. Thin and dark traces of the symbiote could been wandering under the skin of his arm. He had already realized what helped to bring him back. He had been carrying the symbiote within himself for quite some time by now.

Gwen's body froze as she watched the organism stuck again in her husband. She was aware of the history he shared with such parasite. She took a deep breath and looked into this eyes, before speaking calmly, "You've never told me before… but I don't care now, you are here with me, and we'll deal with this later."

"I've failed, Gwen." He dropped his chin. "I failed as a friend… and as a father. What can I even do?"

She touched her forehead on his. "We all have failed somewhere once in our lives, we won't know when we will again. So, please… come with me so that we can fail again, but together this time… as it should be."

Peter couldn't believe in his own very self. He felt like he lacked the willpower to do such thing ever again. Yet, his wife tried her best to keep him sane in might be his worst moment. Gwen looked deeper into his eyes and cupped his cheek, before planting a kiss on top of his forehead while closing her own eyes as she did so."I will get you some clothes so that we can go home, to our children. They want their father back."

He retreated slightly away from her. "Gwen, I-I… I won't know what to say."

"Say… that you love them. I think that's the only thing they'd like to hear right now." She replied, reassuringly.

He nodded, slowly.

Gwen sighed deeply and rose from the couch. She took a moment to analyze the damage that had been caused to the house. It looked quite different since the last time she had been in it. Her last memory was finding her dead husband in his old bed.

"Do you know what happened here?" She questioned, carefully.

He looked around before starting, "... the symbiote, for a moment I think we struggled for control, but I still don't… remember much."

She turned on her shoulder and at him. "Do you think… that you've won?"

"I think I did, somehow."

Gwen didn't move her gaze off him. She found herself concerned, a wave of countless sensations rode her mind. She was extremely glad to be near him again, but at the same time, she couldn't forget what she lived throughout the past days.

"Please… just talk to me whenever you feel like it, we'll deal with everything together, just like we still need to handle what's waiting for us right now out in the world. There's a lot that you need to know."

He eventually nodded back at her.

She inhaled deeply and entered the kitchen, leaving Peter alone to his own mixed thoughts.

Now alone by himself, Peter stood up and approached the window near the television's rack. He analyzed his own tired and pale expression.

The symbiote again wandered underneath the skin of his neck, thinner traces came for his cheek and disappeared deep into his eye, until the dark and tiny stains appeared next to his right pupil.

It was very well alive within him, and maybe this time, they wouldn't be able to be separated like many years ago.

In order to finally breathe again, maybe he had to let a part of him go.

For the past hour, Elizabeth had spent her time inside her bedroom and sat over her bed with her legs crossed. Her posture was stiff, her eyes were shut. She tried to focus on herself and ignore her surroundings.

And eventually, the oldest sibling finally accomplished what she had been aiming for. She opened her hand and found the rusty picture of an older and slightly different version of her family, Ezekiel's family.

It was the same picture she found back at May's alternative house, where a far sinister version of her own brother attacked her. She took advantage of her time in the past couple of days to train hard enough in order to bring the picture from its original world.

Elizabeth analyzed the recording in her hand. She smiled as she focused in her brothers, they were quite handsome there. As for herself, she thought she looked extremely like her mother, who also shared the space behind them and next to their father.

They all looked great, and happy.

She thought of gifting Ezekiel such picture. She hoped he would appreciate it. He didn't talk much about his past. Maybe he felt like he was already at home by now.

Fully determined, Elizabeth got off her bed and headed towards the hallway at the second floor where the majority of the bedrooms were located. She held the picture close to her chest and stood near the handrail, before finally reaching the stairs.

That was when she stopped at the start of the stairwell once she spotted the two people that had just entered the apartment. She was paralyzed, because there he was, the image of her father, alive and back from the dead.

He was at the entrance, hugging the twins who had come for his embrace. He looked up and found his only daughter standing halfway the stairwell. He patted Aiden in the back and planted a kiss on top of his head, before standing up to face her.

Elizabeth immediately crouched and hid herself behind the bars of the stairwell, while still looking at him through the gaps. She felt scared and powerless.

Peter carefully took a few steps towards her direction. He raised his hand slightly at her, in precaution. "Hey…"

She kept her eyes fixated at him, they didn't show any less fear as he got closer to the stairwell.

He continued, "It's me… it's me, honey," He climbed some of the steps between them. His daughter didn't move. He noticed the tears forming under her eyes. "It's your dad, I… I am here."

Elizabeth looked up to her father and allowed him to wrap his arms around her, before being pulled off the steps and into his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder and hugged him back, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

She finally broke down on his embrace.

Peter closed his eyes and kept the side of his cheek against her hair while caressing the back of her head. "It's me, baby." His own tears slid down his cheek as he sighed heavily.

They locked themselves into each other's embrace, afraid to ever let go of each other again.

He whispered weakly, "I will always get back to you… always."

"I can't… believe this." Harry spoke, still processing the image of the man in front of him being near him again.

Peter analyzed the picture Elizabeth had handed him earlier. He stood near one of the kitchen's counter while he waited for the water to boil so that he could prepare Gwen the tea she usually enjoyed while she showered back at their bedroom.

Harry finished, "... you're back."

Peter inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a short moment and before turning on his feet so that he could face his friend. He moved the picture inside the pocket of his shorts. "I think I am…" He replied, calmly.

"How do you feel?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I'm okay… I've felt better."

"I just… I just never expected this."

"I think no one ever did."

Harry couldn't take his eyes off him. He felt like the sight of his friend could disappear in a blink of an eye. "... man, we missed you. You have no idea."

Peter apologized, "I'm sorry, Harry."

"You don't have to be sorry, this is a good thing."

Peter sighed and looked away. "I don't know."

Harry noticed how his spirits seemed to be down. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing, everything's fine, Hare."

"... okay then." Harry spotted a hidden black stain within the skin of his neck. "So, the symbiote brought you back?"

Peter focused on him again. "I don't know the specifics, but that's what I suppose, I've had it for awhile. I didn't told anyone before, too much going on."

"When did you get it?"

"I think Eddie passed it to me once, when we first fought." He continued, "I guess it healed me while I was six feet under the ground, and somehow… it didn't breath through my lungs because when I woke up they were sore. Still, I think my brain is working just fine."

"I see…" Harry paused. He didn't know how to exactly put on words his next question. "Can I… ask you a question? It might be very personal."

Peter nodded, looking to his side to check on the water. "You can ask me anything."

"Did you… did you see anything… while you were gone?"

"You mean if I've seen… heaven?"

Harry brushed his face with his hand. "Maybe, I'm not sure… just something, you know?"

"... I don't remember anything, Harry. I truly don't. I've told Gwen the same thing I just did to you." He watched the face of disappointment on his friend. "I'd like to have the answers you are looking for, I'm sorry."

Harry stood up, "It's alright, Pete." He approached him and placed a hand over his shoulder. "Please… don't leave us ever again."

Peter was pulled into a hug. "I will try." He spoke lowly, before they finally parted from the embrace. "Have you heard anything about Flash? Liz told he went to gather some food earlier."

"He later texted me and told me he wouldn't make it tonight, I have no idea why, but I guess he's alright. I made them some soup then."

Peter nodded. "Well, then I guess you should catch some sleep now."

"You more than anyone else." He patted him in the shoulder and left for the single bedroom underneath the stairwell.

Peter watched him go. He shook his head to himself and turned the oven off, before taking the bowl of water in his hand and dumping it inside the rounded cup. Seconds later, his wife's tea was finally ready and so after turning off the lights, he decided to leave the kitchen to join her upstairs.

He stopped by the twin's room and took a peek inside. He found them sleeping together in the same bed.

Taking advantage of his free hand, Peter pulled the cover up to their necks and planted a kiss on top of their respective foreheads, before carefully closing the door again.

To also make sure his daughter and her close friend were doing well, he went into their room and again found them cuddling under the sheet of his daughter's bed.

The lamp next to Elizabeth's bed was still lighten. He approached the nightstand and pulled the cord, effectively leaving them on the dark.

Peter moved his hand against her golden hair and caressed it, gently. His daughter, she was the one who first blessed his life the moment he heard her cry for the first time, the child that pulled him from the skies and into the ground, within her own playground.

Peter cleared his throat and slid the back of his thumb down her pinky cheek, before smiling weakly. He caressed Olive in the shoulder and left them for their night's rest.

Everyone was mentally exhausted, and his return didn't do any good regarding that. They needed the rest, a proper rest, before dealing with the issues out in the world that were still pending.

As he entered the dark bedroom he shared with his wife, he found her sat down in the edge of their bed, facing the door. She only wore her blue colored undies and a white tank top. She had been waiting for him.

Peter greeted, "Hey,"

Gwen smiled, weakly. "Hey…"

He stood still. "Can I join you?"

She chuckled, delicately. "Of course you can."

He handed the cup of tea and sat next to her, before pulling his shirt above his shoulders and placing it over the sheets.

"Thank you." She smelled the warm scent coming from the cup and took a sip. "It's very good."

Peter nodded. "Is everything alright?"

She lowered the cup over the nightstand and sighed, resting her hands above her knees. "I still can't wrap around my head over this."

"I know, I can't too."

"Since we've been together, you've told you would always come back to me, to us." She paused. "... but then you didn't."

"I don't know what to say, Gwen. I can only… apologize."

"We almost didn't see you ever again, for the rest of our lives, and we weren't going to." She felt him take her hand on his. "I can handle lizards and whatnot, but this is too much, Peter."

"I don't pretend to give this a chance ever again." He brought their hands above her flat belly.

"How many times will I have to bury you, Peter…?" She questioned, sincerely. "I kept telling myself that you were invincible, that my husband would always handle the things he usually did. I guess reality finally came out."

"I… I'm done. I want to be with you, all of you."

"What do you mean?"

He silenced.

She insisted, "Peter, you know we can't just… leave things as they are right now."

He moved his hand off her and closed his eyes. "I'm tired, Gwen…" He continued. "I'm done."

She stood up to face him. She began carefully, "I've told you what's going on outside, what will happen if nothing is done. We can't just leave like it that."

"Gwen… it doesn't matter anymore."

"This is our city, the city of our children and of those who look it up to you. We need to handle that individual that is waiting outside for us!"

Peter closed his fists. "I'm tired of fighting, Gwen! I did everything I could! I gave my life for the people here, the same people that turned their backs on me, and I also gave all I had for a friend, that later killed me!" She scoffed and walked to the other side of the room with her arms closed. He lowered his tone, "I've been doing this since I was a teenager, you know this very well. I've tried, I've tried really hard… but I lost."

He kept some distance between them as he faced her back. He calmed himself by exhaling deeply. "Let's just… leave to somewhere safer. I don't want to be to our children what my parents were to me, ghosts."

Gwen dropped her chin as she hugged herself, uncomfortably. Without looking at him, she began lowly, "If you want to leave, then please take them with you. I have to stay."

He sighed. " Gwen, what are you saying?"

"I have to find a way to stop this, Peter, for good. Otherwise it will always come back." She turned on her shoulder to face him. "Quentin is a risk, he will always be. He wants Elizabeth for something we can't even dare to imagine. She will be in danger, the people in this city are in danger, right now. Many can die, I can't allow this to happen, that's not what I have lived by throughout my time with you. I don't have your gifts, I can't punch mountains away, but I can try, there's not much time."

Peter wanted to protest back, he almost did, but he took one last glance at his wife, before he approached the bed to take his shirt back and headed towards the door that led to the hallway, leaving his wife alone to her thoughts again.

Gwen bit her lip as she gazed the city through the door made of glass that separated the bedroom from the balcony. She wiped a single drop off a tear off her right eye and went outside to gather some air, before leaning herself against the handrail. Her golden locks moved around due to the wind.

She wished she was at the same balcony where they first kissed, when she didn't struggle at having what she truly always wanted, peace.

"I feel it again, father." Eddie spoke, lowly. He was sat next to the priest he often went to visit, one of the few people he was still comfortable being around. "The call for the… light, I-I don't know what to do."

"You have to let me in, Eddie, so that I can truly help you." Thomas continued, "You know I will always be here to hear you, but I can't help you if you don't make me truly understand what you are going through."

Let the go of the past. You have no one to turn to.

Eddie heard his own voice speak in his mind, an influence of the symbiote. It felt his reluctance.

He whispered, "There's something in me... "

"It's tearing you apart, I feel that, son." The priest insisted, "Only you know what it is, but I do know that such thing is keeping you on edge, for a long time now."

"I can't fully place the blame in it, father." Eddie rubbed the palm of his right hand which he kept slightly above his lap. He was anxious, his heart race fast. "I've lived a bad life."

You were bested by a mere child, you failed your sister.

He shook his head slightly, hoping to contain the mental battle taking place within him.

You are weak. We can be stronger together. We won't allow anyone to stand in our way, Eddie.

"We all have lived bad lives, Mr. Brock."

"You don't know what you are saying, I have done terrible things, it's hasn't been a week since the last one."

The priest sighed. "We all sin… we do, but after all these years, I can say that I know you."

You are no Spider-Man, you will never be, we can only be Venom. Embrace us.

Eddie quickly spoke, "You don't know me, you wouldn't be around me if you did."

"I don't believe that. A lot of people came here to talk to me over the years, you weren't the first, they weren't saints, some were very far from it, but it doesn't matter. You are here because you in search of something, something that can help guide you through something painful. Life is full of pain, Mr. Brock, there's love and more."

"I've lost everything I ever had… or everything I tried to be."

"Did you? Really?

He laid his back against the seat so that he could see the church's decorated ceiling. "I… I don't know. I'm not sure what to do now."

"Weren't you content in helping your fellow veterans once? Didn't that make you feel good about yourself?"

Eddie silenced. He rubbed his chin and exhaled deeply.

The priest continued, "There's a good man within you, Eddie, but it seems to me that he is constantly wrestling with a giant."

Eddie whispered to himself, "... you have no idea."

Thomas sighed. The human being next to him was a tough one to crack open. He then looked over his shoulder after noticing that someone else had entered what once was a quiet church.

He stood up and questioned, "How may I help you, dear?"

Eddie followed his gaze. The figure stood at the entrance. He could barely identify anything in the visitor. He felt uneasy at the presence.

Thomas took a step further. He never got a reply. "Hello…?"

Eddie spotted the drop of a black goo that fell into the ground next to the visitor. "Get back, Thomas!" He allowed Venom to immediately cover his own figure, revealing his larger form to the priest who was taken speechless.

The second symbiote took shape and shrieked loudly as it jumped over the line of seats to reach for the closest human target. Venom climbed over his seat and threw himself at the nameless symbiote as they clashed in the air.

"To see you stand here, again, was beyond my imagination." Ezekiel declared while watching his brother from behind. They shared a moment above the building far off the ground.

Peter kept his eyes fixated at the statue made for Spider-Man down at the street. He briefly felt a small headache as he did so. He thought he had heard something unusual, but in the end, he assumed that his brain was playing tricks on him. "You've seen many things before, this shouldn't be too hard to grasp."

"Not anything close to this, but you would be surprised. I'm just glad that you're alive... I truly am." He noticed the dark stain moving itself underneath the skin of his neck. "You are indeed… wearing the symbiote again." He spoke with a certain reluctance.

"It wasn't really my choice." Peter spotted a mother and her child leaving some flowers near the statue. "Eddie somehow passed it to me. I'm not sure why, maybe it wasn't intentional, but he did."

"He's still out there."

"Part of me… wants to find him and…" He cleared his throat. "Regardless, I now have it with me again."

"This is a good thing, Peter."

"I thought you despised these symbiotes."

Ezekiel stashed his hands inside the side pockets of his coat as the wind flew against it. "It healed you… it brought you back." Peter remained in silence. "How do you feel?"

He looked over his shoulder and at Ezekiel. "I feel… alright."

"I see." Ezekiel couldn't take his eyes off the small portion of the symbiote. "Shouldn't we try to take it off?"

Peter hesitated. "We should wait. I don't even know what it can to do my body if it's taken away, the bond feels… different this time. It's better if we… keep it, just in case anything happens."

"What's troubling you, Peter?" Ezekiel asked, sincerely.

He sighed heavily. "Well… Gwen and I already argued."

Ezekiel found himself surprised at his revelation. "Over what… ?"

"She wants to deal with Quentin; that means staying here while everything goes to hell." He added, "I'm tired. I just want to be with my family… in peace. I thought she would want this, isn't this what you want too?"

"Everything that I would ever want is for all of you to be safe."

Peter shrugged his shoulders.

"... but I don't think Gwen is a woman to leave everything and everyone behind without trying to come up with a solution. She always stood by your side, she alway fought for you and for what you believe."

"So you agree with her?"

"I'm saying this is the type of person you married." He eventually continuer further, "I also know that you think similar to her."

"I gave them all I had…"

"I can't decide anything for you, otherwise I would be selfish… and I am, but… there's no shame in trying to make a better world, or to leave one behind."

Peter turned on his back to face the city once again. He dropped his chin and closed his eyes, taking a moment for himself. "I can't risk the life of the love of my life, and my children, again… Ezekiel. I can't even keep myself alive for them." He felt like breaking down and his voiced showed it.

Ezekiel faced his back. "I know you love her, and that she loves you more than anything else, but now you have to choose between her love… and what youthink is best for her, because even if the latter means maybe not losing everything to possible threats, if you choose to believe in her, at least you will have her by your side until the very end." He approached him and continued gently, "This family means everything to me, the bond you share, it's pure and realer than anything else. I would... kill and happily die for you guys, so please… it would mean a lot me if we all stick together, no matter what. I've seen enough… darkness in a lifetime, I'd rather if I didn't here, not again."

Peter locked eyes with his brother from another life, inhaling deeply as he did.

Unable to catch some sleep, Gwen decided to do some work at her office. She opened the cold safe in the wall behind her desk and took the single sample vial in her hand, before sitting back in the chair and placing the vial inside the small centrifuge machine.

It was filled by a dark and sticky substance.

She focused in her computer and waited for the automatic reports to come by. She yawned slightly and rubbed the sleep off her eyes.

There wasn't much time left, but she still could check on the solution she had been working for the past couple of days, a mixture of synthetic substances and the genetic code of the symbiote that was provided from sample she took from her husband many years ago.

She kept it safe for such a long time that she almost completely forgot about it, but due to the potential flock of new symbiotes on sight, she could at least try to come with something out of it, something to fight them back from the inside.

She was caught off guard once she heard the knocks against the glass that kept her office apart from the balcony. She reluctantly stood up and headed towards the noise, only to find Peter Parker himself waiting for her on the side. Surprisingly, he wore casual clothes.

He shrugged his shoulder and smiled briefly at her.

"One sec…" She unlocked the door and slid it open to the side, allowing fresh air into the room. "I didn't think you would come."

"Of course I would, your text was pretty convincing, it's not often you leave our bed and apartment this late." Peter continued."

"Couldn't you take the elevator?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders. "You know that I have a thing with doormen, especially yours." "Can I join you?" He asked, carefully. She nodded. He walked inside and stood next to her.

Gwen closed the door. "Well, I just wanted to let you know where I would be at, but it's good that you can get to experience what I feel sometimes."

"Sorry." He apologized sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just wanted to be with you."

Gwen nodded. "I have been working on something. I haven't finished it yet." She gestured to her table and continued, "... if you don't mind…"

"Oh… yeah, of course, honey." He cleared his throat and watched as she left for her desk. His guilt overcame him. He sighed and questioned gently, "What are you working on?"

Gwen looked up to him from her seat. "Think of an anti-serum, something like that. I don't know yet."

He walked past the couch, spotting the thin blanket set over the armrest that was meant for their children whenever they came by and slept in it. He questioned further, "For what?"

"For the symbiotes that might be out there, from what I've noticed, they might the card under Quentin's sleeve, if not the main thing. You now have one yourself, who knows how further this thing can spread. We don't even know how many there are out there."

"That's… a good point."

"I'm just not sure if I will be able to produce enough of this, there's not enough tissue available right now. If I try to take some out of you, it won't come out, it was hard enough back then. And now more than, the bond is looking to be even deeper." She eyed the traces of the symbiote down his neck. "I hope I can at least have something for you."

"I can handle it for now, Gwen."

She sighed. "My father-in-law certainly lacked no resources while coming up with these... organisms."

Peter was surprised at the mention. "He certainly didn't." He continued, "... maybe the only perk of working next to Norman Osborn."

Gwen nodded, in agreement. She eventually exhaled deeply and rested her elbows over the desk so that she could bury her head in her hands. "... how did we even get here…?"

Peter stood besides the desk. "Well… Tony basically lost the symbiote I had handed it to him after Flash somehow found the thing wandering around, then it coincidently got into Quentin's hand, then Eddie's, at least the original."

"That's not what I meant." She uncovered her face and gestured at her whole desk. "I mean all of this. One minute we are watching some movies with the kids and then you join a war, you die and you're back, back into this… mess."

He crossed his arms. "I'm truly sorry."

She shook her head and sighed heavily. "You don't need… to apologize."

Peter quickly replied, "Then let me apologize for what I said to you earlier… for how I acted."

"It's okay."

"It's really not." He crouched in front of her chair and took both her hands on his as he raised his chin to meet her eyes. "I see that now."

"... you just… you just seemed to not want to live anymore, despite being back."

"I was lost, maybe I still am." He continued, "... but I don't want to lose you, all of you. You were right… that wasn't who I usually am. I felt… betrayed, stripped of everything I have ever believed in."

"Peter…"

"But I believe in us… I believe in what we've built over the years and how that's so powerful. The truth is that I love you and that love makes my heart bump so much faster, it keeps me grounded and honest."

She moved her hands to his cheek and leaned her forehead against her husband's, while holding her tears back.

He whispered, "Our relationship has gone through ups and downs, especially at the start. I thought I had to let go of you, I thought we wouldn't make it work, that you couldn't be my girlfriend, but in reality, I was just keeping my wife away." He continued, "I want to be with you until the very end. I'm here now, back with you, so we will fight together, as we always did… we'll end this on our terms. We do this together."

Gwen closed her eyes and whispered back, "... kiss me."

He looked up to her and cupped her cheeks, while kissing her deeply.

Gwen felt his powerful arms lift her into his grip and then place her over the desk. She had no choice but to open her legs to accommodate him. She kissed him back and caressed the back of his head, playing with the soft hair there.

They parted for a brief inhale of air and Gwen immediately pulled his shirt over his arms, throwing it to the side and then ceasing herself from jumping back into his arms as she eyed the many stabbing marks spread all over his chest, marks from his last battle.

They were still visible despite the advanced healing capabilities of the organism that lived within her husband's body.

She placed her fingers over one of the scars.

Peter lifted her chin, gently. He whispered, "... it's okay."

He leaned in and captured her lips on his as she kissed him back, tenderly. His free hand moved underneath her shirt and unwrapped her bra, before reaching for the below end of the shirt so that he could feel her bare chest against his.

He could see the bushes and trees in his sides, they were dark and the flickering humanoid shadows could be seen facing him from within those almost hidden spots. In front of him, a straight path that led to nowhere could be found.

The sky above him was completely dark, the same could be said about the world around him.

He began to walk forward. The whispers then began to talk to him.

Those things send us down a road... they make us who we are.

Without stopping on his tracks, Peter looked to his right side and could almost see the face of his Uncle Ben within the shadow that had spoken to him. He walked past it and towards the rest of the path.

But as a father, it means I may not see my boy again. And, nothing is as important to me as my son, Peter. Nothing in this world.

He heard another whisper, this time from his father.

He doesn't like crust on his sandwiches and he likes to sleep with a little light on at night …

Peter dropped his chin and closed his eyes, still moving himself forward.

No, I won't tell you. You're my boy. As far as I'm concerned, you're my boy, and I won't hurt you.

A tear fell off his now slightly opened right eye.

I was wrong about you, Peter. The city needs you. Here. You're gonna need this.

Peter opened his sight and raised his chin to face the empty void in front of him. He was forced to land on his knees, he felt the water under his feet soak his pants. There was nothing around him, just pure darkness and himself.

It feels better, right? Look, your uncle died. I'm sorry. I get it. I'm sorry.

He gazed his very own reflection in the water under him. The unforgettable and utterly chilling voice of an old and current nemesis finally spoke,

"You're back…"

Peter felt paralyzed. His muscles didn't respond to him.

"This will change everything."

Peter noticed that the color in water under him began to change into shades of black and that he now saw the symbiote Spider-Man's reflection replace his own.

"This means nothing. I'll get what I want. I will take her."

He couldn't speak. His voice was lost to him. He felt powerless.

His symbiotic reflection tilted its head to the side. It took a life of its own and it now stared deeply into him.

"What we, as a species, can achieve through her… what I can still live due to her… there will be no more pain, no more absolutes in life, we are only a gate away to another world.

Symbiote Spider-Man slowly emerged from the water in the ground and toward him. His top half came first, then his shoulder and chest.

"Don't think that only because you now have it again… that you will have an edge."

Peter began to panic. He still couldn't move.

His shadow, now out of the water from its waist and above, moved its hands to Peter's neck and slowly squeezed it harder.

"You know it will get the better of you first, it already did once."

Peter finally managed to slightly move his arms, yet he couldn't reach for the immediate threat in front of him.

"At that night, in that old train station, you nailed my wife's coffin… you just had to die yourself, that was it. But now… I've finally found another way."

Peter couldn't take his eyes off the monster in front of him. He gasped slightly, "You are… lost, Quentin."

"… yes, I am."

The symbiote transformed further as it opened its mouth, showing the sharp teeth to the man in its grasp.

"Don't stand in my way, let her go. I killed you once… we will kill you again, all of you… if that's what it takes."

The symbiote leaned back as it prepared its mouth for the strike. Peter closed his eyes when the parasite went to struck him without ever letting go of the powerful grasp over the human.

The last immediate thing he felt was his flesh being torn apart.

Peter sat bolt upright in the couch. His eyes were wide with fear and his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. He clutched the blankets to himself, waiting for something to happen.

He looked down at his own form, thee skin of his chest was slightly covered in sweat. His breath came in rapid gasps with his heart still hammering in his chest

Gwen was inevitably now awaken at his side. The thin blankets stopped at her cleavage. Her hair was loose and her cheeks flushed, an effect of her earlier intimate moment with her husband.

She had an arm draped across his abdomen, gently pressing her body into his side in order to assure him that he was safe.

"Hey, it's okay now." She whispered, reassuringly.

Peter checked to his left, seeing his wife safely by his side. "I'm sorry." He dropped his head back into the pillow.

Gwen hugged him close and rested her head next to his. "There's nothing to be sorry about."

"I just… I just had a nightmare."

"Do you want to talk about it?" She stroked his cheek.

He turned his head above the pillow to the side so that he could meet her. "I dreamt of the people I lost... they talked to me, my parents… Uncle Ben, May… your father."

She tightened her grip over her husband so that he could feel more comfortable. "They are missed a great deal…"

"Sometimes I wonder what could have been if we all were still together."

Gwen sighed and closed her eyes as she rested her forehead against the side of his head. "Me too, honey… me too. There isn't a single day that goes by where I don't miss my father. I imagine how he would be proud of his grandchildren, so I can relate to what you feel."

Peter whispered, "I'd trade my life if it meant all of them could come back, I truly would."

"Don't talk like that, please." She begged. "I'm sure none of them would ever wish such thing, from wherever they might be at. Think of all the people that wouldn't have been saved if you weren't here, how many lives would be lost. I'm sure… they are proud of you. I am… proud of you."

He fully turned to her side, cupping her cheeks as they intertwined legs under the sheets. "I am proud of us. You've me helped countless times, regardless of how dangerous it could have been. You are braver than me, in more ways than you can imagine."

"Don't be silly…" She caressed his chest.

"I love you, Gwen." He spoke, truthfully. "You are the love of my life, nothing will ever change that."

Gwen leaned in and towards his lips. "I love you more." She kissed him, slowly.

Eventually, they parted and hugged each other, snuggling for a couple of minutes of a warm and cozy silence.

Resting her head against his shoulder, she teased, "... you're still so sweaty."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I felt like keeping up with your pace."

Gwen giggled, shortly. She sighed in his embrace, before asking sincerely, "Have we... ever had sex here before?"

He actually stopped for a moment to think. "I don't think we ever got to the last part, you were always very busy."

"True, and you were always getting yourself hurt out there."

They chuckled together, before caressing each other.

"Right now, I feel like I'm at that party I went to with Flash during those months that we weren't together."

"The one I also went to?" He nodded. "You kept looking at me… while also avoiding me."

"I didn't know how to… or even if I should have talked to you. I think you were also with someone."

"I told you he was just friend, there was nothing going on there."

"Still, I wasn't sure. You seemed to be happy, I didn't want to take that away from you with my presence and all the baggage."

"You didn't, and we eventually talked near the pool." You are being dramatic."

He smiled, recalling such memories. "We did. It was good hear your voice again, I missed you."

"I was waiting for you to come to me." She continued, "... even if we didn't get back together back then, it was great to be near you again. I just didn't understand what you just meant with now feeling like you were at that party."

"Despite all the noise out there, all the… weight over us, I feel at peace with you, here, right now, just like I felt back then when we were sat near that pool… with the people behind us going crazy with the party. For a minute, nothing else mattered, just us."

She smiled, lovingly. "You know I won't have a heart left if you keep constantly melting it."

"It's the truth."

She nodded in understanding. "I know." She paused. "You have a golden tongue, Peter Parker."

"Do I…?" He rose slightly and moved himself over her chest, keeping his right hand over belly, feeling the location where their baby was resting.

Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck as he went on to capture her lips. "You really do."

They engaged into a passionate kiss, without any estimated time to cease from doing so.

"As you may have noticed, due to the recent city threats, we chose not to proceed with this initial trial on court."

Quentin, sat in his chair and alone in the dark chamber, nodded. "I understand." He faced the many projections above and in front of his seat. He could see the faces of the judges, high-profile judges.

Guards in black were found behind each jury, making sure that they weren't disturbed throughout such trial.

The trial started. One minute into it, they began to read the charges made by anonymous witnesses. Quentin, through his deep voice, interrupted calmly, "I will not enter a plea in this case, because the charges are null and void."

That simple declaration left the jury silent.

"These charges are severe, Mr. Beck. Corruption, diversion of resources, conspiracy, murders… the list goes on."

A second jury added, "We kept you free, Quentin, because of your knowledge, you had a vast array of information, meaningful information from Oscorp that helped us push our many government branches forward, but if you become a liability, we can't keep you around, this will have to end. We already have enough in our plates, and considering your history, the odds are against you. We've began suspending your funding."

Quentin rested his elbow over the armrest. "I see…"

"Don't you have anything else to say in your defense?"

Quentin answered, "Have you stopped naming the accusations…?"

The judges seemed to be unsettled at his crude and careless tone. They eventually continued to recite the charges that were placed at him, but Quentin started to slowly grow tired of hearing them as time progressed.

He interrupted, "Who placed these charges?"

"Excuse me?"

"I want to know the rat, that is all."

"Rat? Are you…"

Quentin slightly rose his tone so that everyone could hear him right away. "It's because these charges are awfully accurate."

They immediately silenced at the revelation.

Quentin followed up quickly on his last speech. He rose from his seat. "You know what, I've grow tired of this… of you all. You claim that I am dependent of the good will of you all, but that's not very true, because your very life, in this moment, is hanging on my goodwill, not the opposite.

"You can think you can threat us?"

He turned on his feet and faced the window behind his seat. "But I already did, twice this week."

"... that was you?"

"It is not death that a man should fear, he should fear never beginning to live…" He looked to his left and bruised ring finger. The material in it had started to decay. He turned back to them and continued, "I thank you all for our long-lasting partnership, but all good things must come to an end. I don't need this distraction, I don't need any of you, the only thing I need is what I will be achieving tonight, no more deaths, aside from some."

He sat on his chair and watched as the personal guards from each jury were consumed by their respective symbiotes, only to shriek loudly and then jump over the judges as the cameras were throw into the ground, allowing him to still hear the many screams of pain.

Quentin moved his fingers over the digital panel at the end of his chair's armrest and opened another digital projection in front of him, while still hearing the sounds of death of the people that were no longer useful to him. He observed a recording from a couple of years ago. He watched as Elizabeth teleported herself within the basketball area of the park she was in, to the surprise of her family gathered around her.

He then wiped his finger over the screen and to the side, changing the recording into a live-recording of someone else, someone that seemed to be in pain and also afraid. "You hang in there together a little bit more, you'll still play your role… very soon."

The final hours had finally arrived.

Or rather the night was fast approaching. Quentin's deadline was almost upon them.

This was the day that his army of symbiotes could arrive upon the streets of New York City sundown. At least that's what Peter thought after gathering the information he was given and piecing them together with what he already knew.

They wouldn't hand Elizabeth over to him, that wasn't going to happen, ever. So the alternative was going head on with Quentin before he could cause some real damage to the city and the people that lived in it, people that had nothing to do with it.

The group found themselves gathered near the countertop set in the center of the kitchen. They looked over the table that had a large map of the entire city in it.

Harry crossed his arms. "We still don't know where he is."

Peter sighed heavily, without taking his eyes off the map. "Actually, I think I do know where he is." He landed his index finger over a specific point in the map.

Harry followed his direction. "Oscor- I mean Horizon's Labs?" It had been years that Oscorp was no more. The building remained there, though, just under a new brand that eventually moved on from the structure, leaving it abandoned for the time being.

Peter nodded. "There was a night where he reached for me, and talked about eventually being where it all began. That's the only place I can think of."

Gwen added, "It does make sense. He mentioned that again yesterday."

Ezekiel questioned, "So why did he intend to kill you before claiming her?"

"Because Gwen told me he now has lost his… best weapon, and that he's desperate. The symbiote is already doing its work on him."

Harry spoke further, "The guy managed to stay hidden for years, pulling strings for stuff we don't even know the entirety of it. Of course he's gotten insane."

"Not only that," Peter looked over to Harry. "But when I found you again… when I took a glance outside the house after they surrounded it, I saw Venom... I mean, Eddie, standing up next to the task force. It goes way, way back. The only reason he somehow managed to run this… operation, was because of what he knew."

Harry nodded. "This means we can now end this once and for all, starting with him."

Gwen started, "It won't be easy. I've talked to him. We can't underestimate him."

Ezekiel inquired, "What are you saying?"

She looked at her husband. "I'm saying he's not your typical threat. He may not want to admit it, but he still has a grudge with you, for something that you might have done to him, he does care, he does have everything figured out. I mean, he let me go, he built the task-force that chased you in the sewers, he may have an army of symbiotes. There's a lot going on."

Peter sighed. "I understand. But let me clear, I didn't do anything to him, I lost him in that subway, everything happened so fast, I thought he was dead. But we now need to take him out of this for good."

"Just… be careful, all of you, don't play his game."

Peter silenced.

Ezekiel approached the table and began, "This enemy is unlike anything any of us have faced before. We know they do not tire, they do not fear, they do not stop." He paused. "We need every edge we can take. I think Gwen is working on something regarding them."

She replied, "It's still not ready, and I don't know if it will be enough."

"It's something, we'll take every help we can get." Ezekiel continued, "If what we believe is correct, we are still outnumbered. We already know the damage that one single symbiote in possession of a host can do."

Harry asked, "What do you suggest?"

"Our priority, considering what Quentin truly wants, is protecting Elizabeth. She… has a strong personality, we need to make sure she is kept safe. It's also best if we move the twins and everyone else away from the city."

Peter nodded, reluctantly. "I agree." He leaned over the table. "They will swarm over us like ants if we let them; wash over us like a wave and leave nothing but blood in the streets. So, after Harry confirms his location, if he's truly at the tower, then we need to protect the perimeter around it. We need to keep the rest of the city safe."

"I don't suppose the Avengers could help us, right?" Harry asked.

Peter shook his head, in response. "The Avengers are no more, Steve is in hiding, there's not many we can rely on, but there's still some." He rose his chin to meet Ezekiel. "Before I di-... well, before I was out, we formed an alliance of sorts."

Ezekiel rubbed his hand. "They could help, I know they will."

Harry suggested, "What about the police? Could we count on them? We should inform them of what's going on, they need to prepare beforehand. The whole block should evacuated too."

Peter nodded, "Good idea, I can call for some old favors as Spider-Man. I know a lot of people in there." He continued, "Still, we would need more, a lot more."

Gwen inhaled deeply before saying, "This may sound insane, and it is, but I don't know what else I can say."

"Go on, Gwen." Peter assured her.

"You all already know that Eddie came to me yesterday… and you also know that he wants his…" She bit her lip, shortly. She wouldn't mention the child's name, just in case she could be somehow hearing them. "... his niece. He's not with Quentin anymore, otherwise he wouldn't be asking me for her."

Ezekiel bursted, "Absolutely not! How can you even say this? He killed your husband, if it wasn't for the symbiote, he wouldn't be here. We don't even know if he will be after... if, we try to take it out of him."

Gwen addressed, "I know this very well, Ezekiel. I know what I am saying, but… he could have taken her from me, or worse, worse than he already has done to me…" She focused on her long-time lover. They locked eyes at each other. "... but there may be something still left of the guy that came to our wedding, I don't know. He could… he could at least know something." She dropped her chin, slightly ashamed.

Peter didn't speak a word, initially. "... we'll see, honey. Thank you." He looked over the map, carefully. "Everyone that might join us will first gather around that abandoned mansion we were having meetings on. I'll tell Murdock to inform the others."

Harry sighed heavily. "I guess we have a plan, hold the line around the tower, not that I would be the best while doing that, but still.

"You can't be there, Harry. I need you with Gwen."

The two mentioned persons were surprised.

Harry opposed, "How would I be helpful like that?"

He answered, "You'll help her, she still needs to cook that anti-serum. After that is done, you and I will meet somewhere safe so that you can hand it to me. Meanwhile, Gwen will remain away from the fight."

Harry nodded, still unsure. "Alright then..."

Peter looked at Ezekiel. "And I need to make sure you keep my daughter away from this, you will the best thing that isn't a chain to keep her safe. You two can stay far away from the city at Harry's former state, the one where I've found him."

Ezekiel gave him a nod. He would have preferred to be next to his brother, but he didn't want Elizabeth wandering outside and within Quentin's reach. One of the two Parkers could handle things better than the other.

He questioned, "What about you?"

"I'll close the perimeter with my webbing, it will hold, now more than ever with the symbiote within me. I'll need time to do it right. After that is done, I'll be be at the center. I'll try to reach him before he reaches us… before his symbiotes are out, because there's a chance these new symbiotes might get confused without a leadership, since they are not spreading chaos right at this moment, Quentin keeps them on a leash… so I'll try to apply the serum to him." He landed his index finger over the area in front of the tower. "If they do come outside, then at this point the focus will be to bottleneck them as best we can; take away the advantage of their numbers, the best we can."

Everyone present looked over the table; understanding their roles in the fight to come. They feared what was on the horizon, everyone felt the tension in the room.

Peter added, "You should all get whatever rest you still can; you best be ready for tonight."

"Hey, I love you." Peter smiled as he crouched on his right knee and in front of Elizabeth.

They could be seen hanging together at rooftop of the building they lived wind blew their hairs to the side, brushing past his black shirt and her white hoodie that also had traces of a purple shade in the sleeves.

Elizabeth had been hugging her legs as she watched Olive try to set the cellphone on top of a ventilation shaft. She looked up to her father who had just stopped in front of her.

She smiled, weakly. "I love you too, daddy."

He rested his arms over his raised knee. He analyzed her facial features. "You look so pretty, you know? You got the looks off your mother."

"You are pretty too." She giggled. "I've missed you."

He sat next to his daughter and moved his arm around her. They watched the city lose the little amount of light that was still left. "There's no such feeling, right?"

She nodded, slowly. "There isn't."

He rubbed her shoulder. "I know that you already are aware of what we will be doing tonight. I just want you understand why we are doing this."

"I wanted to be with you, dad." She answered, softly.

"I know, honey, I know." He tightened his grip over her. "I know that you are strong, but I can't risk losing one of the few good things I still have left in my life. Do you understand this, Liz?"

"Yes."

He dropped his head to the side and above hers, gently. "I'll be honest, it will be tough… but I believe your mother and I, alongside our friends, can at least do something. I choose to believe in that… but I also need you to believe in me too."

She looked up to him. "I do, always. I wanted to apologize for… for what I said earlier."

"It's alright." He turned to her side and caressed her cheek. "I've been there, I understand."

She sighed, heavily. "Please… just promise that I'll see all of you tomorrow, that we'll have breakfast and tease Uncle Flash."

Peter cleared her throat. He inhaled, deeply. "I promise, Elizabeth." They hugged each other and waited for Olive as she figured the best angle for the camera. She wanted to align it with the background behind them.

"Yes!" Olive jumped in excitement. She rushed back to the them and sat next to Peter's side, hugging his chest while holding Elizabeth's hand from behind. They smiled happily to the camera as the flash came out.

"Dad, did you belch?!"

"Sorry, I just drank too much soda. Let's take another."

"Have you talked to him?" Gwen asked, sat in the couch.

MJ shrugged her shoulder. "He texted me saying everything was alright and that he would be back soon, but it's just weird, he never acted like this before."

"I will talk to Peter, but I don't think he knows anything that you don't."

"Yeah, I know. I just worry." She continued, "We need to get back to our daughter, we've been away for quite some time now."

"I understand." She hugged her and planted a kiss in her head. "Thank you for being here… with us, all this time."

MJ smiled. "It's been crazy, right? I still can't wrap my head around that, but I'm happy that Peter is here again. I'm just glad that happened, no matter how."

"Me too." Gwen squeezed MJ's hand. "You've always been a good friend, I can't thank you enough."

"Come on now, blondie, don't make me cry. We'll see each other again."

"I hope so, it's just… well, I truly hope so, Mary."

She chuckled. "You just called me Mary… you do realize that I'm married, right? Otherwise…"

Gwen laughed back. "You stop right there, miss. I'm not falling for your games again."

"A shame, it's been fun."

Gwen nodded in agreement. "Truly."

MJ stood up, her friend followed her closely. "Please take care of yourself and your family, Gwen. You guys are beautiful." She held her arm, kindly.

"I will… and you too."

Since MJ was staying at an hotel, Gwen joined her at the door and waited until her friend waved her goodbye as she entered the elevator.

Gwen closed the door and rested her back against it, dropping her head slightly as she slowly filled her lungs with fresher air. Hearing noises, she looked up to the stairwell and found her husband coming down towards her.

"Hey." He greeted as they headed towards each other. They were now alone in the first floor.

"Hey you." Gwen took both his hands on hers and held them gently.

"Are you alright?" He questioned.

"Just a bit nervous."

Peter admitted, "So do I."

She looked down to his hands. "Your hands… are shaking."

"Pretty much." He chuckled in anxiety.

Gwen quickly hugged him and rested the side of her head against his neckline. "We'll find a way… together."

He sighed in her embrace, before caressing the golden hair in the back of her head. He whispered, "We will." He didn't feel like being near the chance of losing everything and everyone dear to him, not again, not after everything they just had endured. "I feel better already."

She smiled, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. "There's still time. We should do something."

"What do you have in mind?" His tone was slightly suggestive.

She looked up to him and rested her chin against his pectoral. "Not anything naughty. We could cook an omelet, what do you think?"

He planted a kiss on her forehead. "That seems absolutely perfect to me."

Later in the kitchen, Gwen cracked the eggs open and put them inside a plastic jar. Her husband started cutting slices of ham while she picked the spice from the cabinets set above in the wall.

He watched her from behind as she leaned herself against the sink. His sight dropped slightly to the bottom. He shook his head and smiled to himself, "So, Flash hasn't appeared yet?"

Gwen moaned slightly as she reached for the closed bag of spice in the highest space of the forniture. "N-Not yet." She finally brought the flavor down to her. She turned on her back and noticed he had been checking on her, even if he quickly tried to pretend he wasn't. "That's why you didn't help me with this. Is it the shorts?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, Gwendy. Sorry, couldn't' help it."

"I know." She approached the countertop set in the middle of the kitchen and began opening the spice. "MJ is worried, it's just weird… how he's only been texting us."

"Flash is weird." He smiled to himself, briefly diving back into old memories. "I mean… different, kinda like me."

Gwen was surprised. "What do you mean? I didn't feel much of connection back at highschool… far from it."

"Well… at first, I wasn't aware of it, but when he tried to comfort me after Uncle Ben died… he said something that later me realize why he acted the way he usually did before that, and lately I've began to think over this again. Flash has lost someone. And back then, being mean made him feel powerful over things he couldn't really control, I can relate in parts to that. Underneath a lot of adolescent bullies, there are some damaged kids. It doesn't excuse cruelty or justify anything, but it is what it is. He became a better person, and a good friend."

"Wow… I never thought about him like that."

"It's okay, really. What matters is that he's here for us." He continued, "We were already becoming friends at the end of highschool, but the moment where we really bonded was after we broke up again."

She teased, "Oh, I'm glad I gave you and your boyfriend some time to hang out together."

He laughed. "I was heartbroken, I needed some love."

Gwen shook his head, playfully. "Whatever, Pete." She went to drop the spice into the pan above the oven. "This is nice, isn't it? We should do more of this."

He approached his wife while carrying a bowl with slices of ham inside, and dropped them over the pan. He placed the bowl aside and rested his hands on her hips, almost reaching for her bottom. He then hugged her from behind. "We really should."

She dropped her head to the side and over his shoulder as she moved the wooden spoon inside the pan. "Our baby still needs to taste my omelet."

"Then… let's make that happen."

Later into the night...

David and Aiden were laid together on the bed of the hotel far away from the city; Helen was sat down on the couch against the wall, Olive was quickly asleep in her lap. She focused on the TV, worrying for what might be announced next. Her sons were already away too. She would do anything to protect the family she had left.

In the other side of the city, Ezekiel sat with Elizabeth in the old dining room of Harry's state, no one could possibly bother them there. The place was abandoned for years, but it still looked fine. They were now filling their bellies with stew and just enjoying each other's company. Elizabeth smiled as his uncle gave her a weary smile of his own.

Peter Parker walked with purpose with his mask under his arm; the New Avengers, as they joked once, were already heading towards the exit of the rusty mansion they had been having their secret meetings ever since the registration act became a thing.

Everyone was briefed and ready.

Gwen followed him closely, Luke Cage and Dany at her heels as they wished good luck to themselves. After everyone aside from the couple left and before following his group outside, Peter turned back on his shoulder and faced Harry and Gwen, the former stood behind his wife.

He gave his friend a nod, who returned the gesture, and approached her as they immediately locked lips. He couldn't stop his lover from pulling him into a loving kiss. A wordless request of 'come back to me'.

She didn't want to let him go, but he carefully moved her slightly off him. He cupped her cheeks, wondering what to say next.

They didn't want to say goodbye. No words were needed.

The former vigilante took one last look at the woman he loved through his entire life and gave her a nod, before putting his mask on and moving forward to join his colleagues.

In the dark and rainy streets that led to the main front of the former Oscorp building, Daredevil walked past the first line of policemen, the last line of defense if every single vigilante fell down.

Weeks ago, they were clashing together, but those days were gone. Everyone was now aware of the risks every single citizen was facing, the destruction that could happen if they all failed to contain Quentin, would be gigantic.

Daredevil looked up to the structure, the tower was enormous. Tiny drops of water landed on top of his mask. He could spot his own breath blow into the air. Tensions were high. The rain fell harsher than everywhere else; even the moonlight couldn't pierce the veil of shadow that had enshrouded the dark building.

He looked over his shoulder and noticed his fellow companions walking past the officers that were taking cover behind the many police cars. They all approached him and stood next to his sides, forming a barrier of defense. Iron Fist, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Wasp, Kate Bishop, Sam Wilson and even Hawkey stood alongside him. Those were the figures Spider-Man had reunited under a common goal after Steve Rogers went into hiding.

They all looked at each other, they all had families nearby, and they would all fight next to the local webhead.

Their attention was caught when they watched the large walls of webbing being made between each side of the entrances that led to the block where the tower was located on. He quickly moved himself around, jumping from wall into wall, using dozens of cartridges to create the thickest network of webbing he could, hoping to keep them isolated from the rest of the city.

The spandex became black as it was consumed by the symbiote as his strength grew bigger, and so did his webbing. The police officers were taken by surprise when he swung by and built another barricade of webbing that separated the rest of the New Avengers from the police force.

Spider-Man landed in front of his companions and took one long look at the tower. He looked over his shoulder and nodded to all of them. He took a step forward and closed his fists, waiting for something to happen on Quentin's end.

Even with the vastness of their force at the ready, they were still probably outnumbered as he pictured in his mind the sight of Quentin's potential army of symbiotes. He hoped they had enough people.

Suddenly, high-pitched shrieks were heard and then thousands of windows in the building began to crack open as the countless symbiotes crawled their way out of the tower, one after the other, but keeping themselves firm against the walls. They observed the forces back at the streets, screaming loudly as they called for blood.

Spider-Man gestured for the group to remain calm. Their eyes were widened. His heart rose, but he didn't want to let them know that.

Almost the entirety of the front side of the tower was completely covered by symbiotes, yet they remained still, only threatening to jump down at any second.

"The girl is not here…" The loud and also low-pitched voice coming from the sky above the tower finally spoke.

They all moved their sights to the building's rooftop and spotted Quentin, wearing his dark coat and rugged cowl over his face, standing at the very border of the roof's edge.

Quentin analyzed the opposite forces and noticed the considerable area that Spider-Man had isolated from rest of the city. He continued, "I gave you a chance, I tried, but now… I'll give you what you want."

Quentin walked back inside the rooftop and away from their sights, but eventually resurfaced back to where he was, the difference this time, was that he had brought Flash Tompson along, and the latter now stood in front of him, close from falling off the tower if he moved just an inch further.

No… Spider-Man took a single step further, locking his sight on his friend.

Flash was filled with cuts and bruises all over his face. His jacket was torn apart by claw marks, his right eye was swollen. He remained still in the border of the building, looking down at his friend, right past the lenses of his mask.

He didn't have to see Peter's expression in order to communicate with him.

"Don't do this…!" Spider-Man begged. He felt Flash stare right through his soul. It felt like an apology, and a goodbye.

Quentin moved his eyes off Spider-Man and towards Flash. He then slowly positioned himself right behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Peter began to walk forward and towards the building. Daredevil tried to stop him from compromising the entire plan. What turned into a careful walk, quickly turned into a desperate run. Flash smiled and closed his eyes, taking one deep inhale. He felt the grip on his shoulder get tighter.

A loud thud was heard.

Spider-Man immediately stopped on his tracks. He was now far away from the others.

The many symbiotes screamed again. Flash had been stabbed in the back by Quentin's sharp arm, shaped by the symbiote within him. The pointy end of his arm had reached for the other side. He then pulled it back and allowed Flash to stand on his own, while he could.

Flash managed stay on his feet for a few brief seconds, until his own weight pushed him towards the air.

Spider-Man watched as Flash quickly gained speed in his descent.

"No…!"

A/N: Here we are, at the end. How's everyone doing? I hope you guys are being safe, the world is going crazy right now. Still, let's speak of better things. It took me some time, as usual, but this chapter finally came out. This particular one should have been the last chapter in the story, but I had to slice the story here in two chapters, otherwise I would need even more time, and I know some of you really wanted to read this. This chapter, so far, already is the biggest one in the whole story.

So, here it is. I truly hope you enjoyed. I am aware that this isn't the most lightweight chapter I've ever done, but I had to approach some elements the way I did, at least that's what I think. Some parts, like Peter's return and his mental condition, should have been even larger, but I had to streamline things, in another time, I would have enough time to do things as I truly wanted. But I am satisfied with how this turned out, and to where it's leading up to. The next chapter will continue from where we ended off and the follow-up of that. Also, I really like Flash's character, heck - I will probably write a companion one shot based on that party storyline mentioned in this chapter, Flash is heavily featured on that one. But it is what it is. The Flash from the movies is probably the best live-action version, and he isn't even featured that much!

I tried to give everyone enough time to shine, but it's noticeable how Peter and Gwen took the majority of the scenes here. I mean, these are the last of doses of them, at least content written by me. And I know the majority of you are here for them. They are the heart of the story.

Also, it's been almost six years since I've published the story, only a few days by the time I post this update. It's been crazy, these characters have been part of my life for quite some time, so I'm trying to end their respective stories the best way I can, while still being faithful to the movies, which I really like, I just wish they had focused more on the characters instead of potential sequels, because as traditions goes, some of the best character scenes were cut. I just watched some scenes again, and they boosted the progress of this chapter. I truly like where we are now. But my final thoughts will take place later.

I'll keep on my bio the status of the final chapter.

Thank you, for the patience, and for being here. I will always appreciate thoughts and suggestions.

Be well.