A/N: I'm going to keep this author's note brief as the one at the end is long as hell and I want to put all my thoughts down there. But, I did learn that I know nothing about marriage in this chapter and so had to google everything which led to a lot of my advertisement which I get on the internet now being about flowers and suits. Anyway, I don't know anything about marriage so here's hoping that scene isn't too badly written.

I hope you guys enjoy this final chapter, it's very light-hearted and mainly just tying up loose ends but it was a lot of fun to write, and it feels like a good place to wrap it up.

UseYourNoggin: I hope you enjoy this final chapter! It's definitely the happy ending for pretty much every character, much more than the bittersweet ending from before. And of course I'll read your story, I'm really looking forward to it and I've all pretty much got all the time in the world to read now thanks to current events. Much love to you too! Thank you for sticking with this story for so long!

Bre28: I wish Natasha was still here too, her and Adara were my favourite relationship to write but I imagine she would've been proud with how far she's come. Thank you for sticking with this story for so long, it's been such a rollercoaster and it means so much that you've read it all!

CleverWalnut: I'm glad you like the first part of the epilogue, the part in Norway especially was part of my vision for the ending for a while so I'm glad you enjoyed it. As for where to send it off, I have a few social medias you can send it through like my twitter which is "Cityskyliinee" or my tumblr "scrapingskies,"if neither of those work then just PM me and we'll figure something else out!

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"You're the only friend I need

Sharing beds like little kids

Laughing 'til our ribs get tough

But that will never be enough"

19th of February, 2028

One Week until the Wedding

Manhattan, New York City

Just to reiterate, Harry was not particularly religious. He was raised to be, but he never attended church or prayed or such and other. However, his wedding was still being officiated by a Priest, and he was still getting married in a Church.

One of the main reasons was because, while Jason himself also wasn't religious, he did come from quite a heavily Christian family. The last thing Harry wanted to do was to get off on the wrong foot with his mother-in-law, who was a terrifying, yet very kind woman who had been very nice to him thus far and he didn't want to change that. The other reason was, well, Harry's parents had gotten married and were buried in this church. Call him sentimental, but he was fine with tradition in that sense. Jason had been worried that, when he had called the Parish office to schedule the wedding and ask the Priest to officiate, that they might be rejected. But Harry knew better than that. It was a fairly progressive church and the priest had officated at least a dozen gay marriages before this. Besides, Harry Osborn was very rich and had made multiple donations to the church in the past, so they'd be stupid to reject him.

Harry was beginning to think that he was probably more religious than he had originally thought.

Another thing he was beginning to realise though, was that he was damn good at organising weddings. So good, that he was pretty sure he had terrified everyone who had come into contact with him in the past two months, even his own future husband, who had pretty much just left him to do most of the work, which Harry was more than happy with. It did cause some problems though. Such as, the people he relied on the most didn't really want to help him because he had scared them off. Ned and Peter had made multiple excuses now about having a lot of work to do and I've got to save the world! This was probably because, when they had tried to help Harry pick out a tie to match his suit, the ensuing argument had led to them having to make up a week later after a lot of drinking.

Organising a wedding was stressful and everyone told him that it didn't have to be perfect and he knew that, but wanted it to be perfect nonetheless. Luckily, there was always someone who could put up with him and keep him grounded.

"Listen, Harry," said MJ, "how much does the wedding bouquet really matter?"

"A lot," he said, "like a lot, a lot."

"Okay, but does it really matter that they don't have any oriental lilies?"

"Yes, MJ, of course it matters."

MJ put her face in her hands and let out a very audible sigh. They'd been at the florist for about an hour now (one of the most expensive in Manhattan, MJ had gone pale at the sight of the prices) and they'd been held up by the fact that the wedding bouquet, as well as the ones the bridesmaid would carry down the aisle. The problem: They didn't match the table arrangements for the wedding party.

"You're not even carrying the bouquet," she pointed out, "Jason is. And he doesn't even care."

"Still," he said, "someone has to care. And I'm willing to spend all my money on it if necessary."

"Someone should really guillotine your rich ass."

"Can't you save the revolution until after the wedding?"

"Fine, but I'm not saving a decent meal until after the wedding," she said in an annoyed tone. "There was a coffee place around the corner and I wanted a sandwich. What do you want?"

"Chicken salad."

"I thought you were being vegan."

"I changed my mind. It got boring."

"But the wedding menu was vegan?"

"I changed it like last week."

"Isn't that expensive."

"Kinda."

"You're making me lose my mind, Osborn," sighed MJ, "okay, I'm going. I'll fifteen minutes."

A bit after she was gone, the employee Harry had been speaking to earlier reappeared from the back, holding two sets of flowers.

"These were the two most suitable replacements that we could find that we have in stock," she said. "So what do you think between the yellow roses or pink tulips."

"Hmm…" Harry frowned as he peered at it. "The yellow is a bit gaudy but it's not too bright, and it is very pretty. The pink tulips might be better looking and fit with the theme but they might not look quite right with peonies… Hmm…"

"Sir, we're going to need you to make a decision."

"Yeah, just give me a second."

"Why not just go with both?" Said someone who wasn't the employee.

"Yeah," nodded Harry, "yeah, that's a good idea. Let's go with that."

The employee, who seemed rather tired at this point, nodded, "of course, let me get that sorted for you."

Harry let out a relieved sigh and turned around. It was only then did he realise that he didn't know where that suggestion came from, because it wasn't the flower shop who did so, and that moment was also when he realised who it was who suggested it.

"Adara!" He exclaimed and pulled her into a tight hug.

She laughed and hugged him back, "hey, Harry."

"Oh, my God," he said, "I can't believe your back! It's been over a year since I last saw you!" He released her and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "I'm going to kill you."

"Great to see you too," she said drily.

She was certainly older, twenty-three now. She had stopped growing before she had left, but somehow she looked taller (Harry had grown too though, but was only slightly taller than her, the most noticable difference with him was that he had actually gotten a proper haircut for once). Her hair was shorter, trimmed to her shoulders and her features were sharper, more adult. Though the scar over her eye was the clear reminder of her youth.

"I've been practically organising this wedding single-handedly," he sighed. "And where have you been?"

"Norway, actually," she shrugged, "I had to sort out a few final things. Also, I adopted a dog."

"Oh, my God! Forget being proposed to, this is the greatest thing I've ever heard."

He practically dragged her to the seating area in the florist, where other customers were waiting (granted,there weren't many, most of them had left after how long Harry was taking).

"Seriously," he said. "Where have you been? You usually show up after six months, even if it's just contact via email. You were gone for ages."

"I settled down for a little while," she shrugged. "Got really good at fishing and making martinis. And then Steve showed up and told me about the wedding, and I wrapped up any loose ends and, well, here I am." She finished with a smile. "Anyway, that hardly matters. I need every single detail about the proposal and the wedding planning right now."

"You should've been there, then I wouldn't have had to explain it all..." He trailed off and let out a dramatic sigh.

She punched him in the shoulder, "no need to be theatrical. Dude, spill. Where are you getting married?"

"A church."

She raised an eyebrow, "a church? I always dug you for a hotel reception kind of guy."

"Ugh, I'm not that tacky," he waved his hand dismissively. "Besides, I found God. In fact, I decided to stop being gay, dumped Jason and marry a lovely woman called Jacynthia who owns seventy horses and has been on a diet since birth, hence why she has no ribs."

"I missed you, Harry."

"I missed you too, Adara."

The door to the florist opened again.

"Their machine for you psycho Frappuccino drink was broken," said MJ, carrying a coffee holder and two sandwiches. "So I just got you a latte to drink. You know, like a normal person."

"Oh, a latte!" Adara quickly snatched it out of her hands.

"Adara?" MJ sounded shocked, but only for a moment as she quickly schooled her features to that usual, unamused look. "It's rude to snatch things from people."

Adara gave her a rueful look, "I can't believe you got a job at the bugle."

"I can't believe you cut off contact with all of your friends for over a year without explanation."

"Touché."

Adara's grown turned to a grin as she stood up, making sure not to spill her coffee, and hugged MJ tightly. The girl didn't move, naturally, but eventually gave Adara a slight, hesitant pat on the bag. It was nice to know she was wanted. Adara laughed as she stepped back. Putting her hands in her pocket.

"A florist doesn't seem like your scene, MJ," she remarked.

"Well, Harry has proved to be the most volatile wedding planner ever," said MJ. "So pretty much everyone, including his fiancé, just backed off to let him sort out the finer details on his own because he scared everyone else away. I'm just here because I'm the only one he can't yell at, and he needs someone to carry extra boxes if there are any."

"If you had just been here," said Harry. "Then maybe I wouldn't have had to torture MJ."

"Stop it with the guilt-tripping," she turned on her heel to glare at him. "Besides, I've still got a stag-do to organise. Or a sten-do as I'm calling it.

I mean, I'm assuming the best man offer is still on."

"Of course," said Harry.

"Great, then I need to buy a suit."

Bank robbery. Hostage situation. Five armed robbers and ten hostages. It was eight in the evening and Peter was hungry, if he finished this up quickly he could drop by that pizza place he had been to last week and get something to eat, considering he hadn't had dinner yet and lunch had been hours ago. He hated stopping crime on an empty stomach, but eating while people were being murdered, robbed or assaulted was hardly a good look for any superhero.

He crawled across the roof, making his way to the skylight to the bank's main entrance. He could see three of the gunmen immediately below, guns all aimed at the hostages. He edged his way around the skylight so he could peer through the glass at a different angle. From there, he could see two men stuffing money into heavy, black duffle bags. That counted all five.

Peter was never particularly good at sneaking around. He tended to crash into the middle of the crime scene immediately and start fighting. Adara, on the occasions she used to join him would criticise him for being too boisterous, but she was a shapeshifter so sneaking around was her thing. Besides, Peter always had one major advantage when bursting into a scene univinteted, even if it did mean shattering one too many skylights.

It was the element of surprise.

Peter slammed his body straight through the window and connected a web straight to one of the gunmen to pull himself towards him. He knocked him back with a kick to the chest, which sent him flying. Then, in another second he had pulled both guns from two other gunmen.

The two who were loading the duffel bags looked up, only just realising what was going on. Peter shot a taser web at one, electrocuting him on the spot and knocking him unconscious. The other one went to shoot, but Peter was quicker, shooting a web to pull him up to the ceiling. Looking down, he saw three men left standing.

He swung to the ground and landed with a thump, turning around to see all three running at him. He shot a web grenade at them, which forced all three of them up against the wall, trapped their by sticky webbing.

"I gotta say, guys," he said as he flicked one web disc out of his wrist shooter for another one. "That was kind of weak, I was hoping for a bit of exercise tonight but… I'm just kind of disappointed."

He turned around to go check on the hostages, knowing most of them had fled in the chaos, only to see a young preteen with a gun to her head. Shit. There was a sixth gunman.

"Let me leave with the money," said the man, "and the girl lives."

The girl was about eleven, maybe even twelve, shaking and terrified. The man had a handgun, aimed right at her temple. She was the only hostage in sight. Peter raised his hands in the air, lenses on his mask narrowing as he figured out what his next move should be.

"Okay," he said, "you can take the money, just let mthe girl go."

"You'll arrest me the moment I release her."

Peter took a step forward, "she hasn't done anything wrong. Just let her go and you can have the money. You have my word."

The gunman looked to be considering this for a moment, before he suddenly yelled in pain and began twitching, before collapsing.

The preteen stumbled away from the man and Peter frowned, looking up.

"Huh," remarked a familiar voice. "That worked well. I should use those more often."

It was Adara. Or, more specifically, the Bluebell. She was in her suit, which seemed to have undergone some design changes in recent years. The neckline was much higher, it was pretty much a turtleneck, and it was much thicker like armour, a dark grey shade rather than black. But the hair was still the same, a short, blue bob which had given her her original supername.

He blinked, half-thinking he was imagining things.

"Ad— Bluebell?"

Despite both of their names being out there, it was better to refer to each other by their superhero names. The years had granted them some anonymity through being forgotten, neither of them went out of their way to present their egos outside of their superheroes such as TV interviews and such, and beside the occasional confused "have I seen you somewhere before?" someone had to directly point out who they were in order to be recognised.

She toed the unconscious gunman with her boot and glanced at the preteen.

"Are you alright?"

"I— yes," she said.

"You should go find your parents," she said. "They're probably worried about you."

The girl nodded, very clearly frightened, and then went to run out the bank before pausing and turning to both of them.

"Thank you!" She said before running out of the bank.

Adara smiled and rolled her eyes as she watched her go. Her gaze flickered back to the sixth gunman she had electrocuted, he grunted and shifted slightly. She gave him a light kick and indicated to Peter, who shot webbing at his hands, sticking him to the floor.

He took a step towards her, "you're back."

"I am," she smirked and glanced to the door, where police were beginning to enter. "Let's get out of here."

They did, and landed on the roof of Adara's apartment building. Or Steve's apartment building. She was staying with him for the time being apparently.

"You're back," he repeated, breathlessly when they stopped swinging.

She didn't say a word as she stepped forward and pulled his mask off. Her body shimmered as she turned back to her normal self, Peter noted that her hair was shorter, but he didn't take that much notice when she wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She pecked a kiss on his cheek.

"Did you miss me?"

"Of course, I did," he leaned into her. "But don't attempt to charm me into letting you get away with this. Come on, you've been away for over a year now."

"I just needed time," she said softly and looked at him. His eyes were the same shade of warm brown they always had been. "And space. But now I'm back."

"For the wedding," he raised an eyebrow.

"For… Forever."

He blinked, "what?"

"Well, not forever," she hummed. "I don't know how long it'll be. Maybe I'll retire to Chile when I'm like eighty, it's a very nice country."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"I mean I'm staying, Pete."

"Staying as in staying? As in more than two weeks."

She laughed and it was a beautiful, musical sound, "yes, Pete. I'm staying."

They kissed, and this was the first kiss in five years in which both of them were sure that they had all the time left in the world.

Yeah, Adara thought, It's pretty good to be back.

Two Days before the Wedding

Oscorp Tower

All in all, Adara's organisation of the Stag Do (or Sten Do as she called it, as it wasn't just men attending) had started off well. However, what she hadn't taken into account was the fact that they were all above the legal drinking age now, and while they had drank together in the past, a few of them always remained sober when that happened.

However, none of them exercised any kind of self-control when it came to bar hopping across Queens. Ned was the first one to get drunk, he was quite a light-weight but somehow only got chattier when he was drunk. Next was Harry, who just ended up being rather emotional. But this didn't come as a surprise to Adara who, after spending so many years living with him, had gotten drunk several times before together. Then it came down to who would get drunk first between MJ and Adara. The answer was unclear, as they both gor pretty wasted after challenging each other to see who could drink the most shots at once. Adara, as always, was a boisterous drunk. MJ spent most of her time walking into things, while insisting she was only tipsy.

All of this was observed by a pretty sober Peter, who's enhancements meant he didn't get drunk easily. But then he realised that meant he could be one bar's record for the most shots downed in a row. And beat it he did and was met with the cheers of about forty other people at the bar, and then a feeling of tipsiness.

"I didn't know you could get drunk," Adara had laughed.

"I'm not drunk," he had said, "I'm a little bit tipsy, that's all."

"He's drunk, Pete's drunk!"

"Pete's drunk!" Ned had repeated with passion.

They had subsequently been kicked out of every bar after that. But that was fine, as Adara had organised an hour ice skating in central park before that. However, the group combined could not form one coherent thought between them, let alone attempt to appear sober when Harry was being chased by a goose who was actually just MJ honking very loudly at him. In summary, they weren't allowed on the ice.

Instead, they had just gone back to Oscorp tower. And were now attempting to play charades.

"Four words!" Said MJ.

Harry nodded and made a motioning gesture.

"Movie," said Ned.

He then began to wave his arms wildly.

"Well what the hell is that supposed to be," said Peter.

"It kind of looks like a triangle…" Frowned Ned, tilting his head to the side.

Adara scoffed, "don't be stupid, it's a rectangle." She took another swig of her beer, "this is too easy. 2001: A Space Odyssey."

"Don't be ridiculous—" Began MJ.

"Correct!" Said Harry. "You're turn, Adara."

"I'm simply too good at this game."

She climbed to her feet, swaying slightly with the can still in her hand. With expert precision, she threw the empty beer at the trashcan, and then missed. Harry's room was almost completely trashed, it matched the appearance of the group really. They were all very clearly drunk, Ned was half asleep on Harry's bed, MJ's hair was frizzy, Peter looked… okay aside from the fact that his cheeks were bright pink. Someone had thrown a pink sashe over Harry at some point which said Bride to be, which was honestly better than some of the other apparel related to stag dos which usually involved penises of some sorts.

Adara stood in front of the room, swaying on her feet, and held up her fingers.

"Two words," said Peter, "this should be easier."

"A book," shouted MJ when she made the gesture.

She nodded and then began an action that made even less sense than Harry's had.

"How the hell are we supposed to know what that is?" Sighed MJ, exasperated.

"Don Quixote," said Harry instantly.

Adara gave him a thumbs up.

"How is that even possible?" Peter looked between them.

"No, we're stopping this right now," said MJ, getting to her feet. "This is unfair. Everyone knows that Harry and Adara have some kind of freaky mind link, so we're doing something else. I vote, drinking more."

"Yes!" Cheered Ned.

"No!" Said Peter.

Adara laughed and held up her hand to go high-five Harry who, unfortunately, wasn't paying much attention. So, she ended up punching him in the nose.

The air sobered her up a little. Sitting on the roof of Oscorp tower was daunting at first, especially after what had happened up here, though she noted the place where she fell was cordoned off, the drop now blocked by barriers. Her and Harry sat underneath a large air conditioning pipe, which sheltered them from the worst of the winds though allowed them to get enough air to their lungs so they didn't feel so heated anymore.

Harry had a tissue to his nose where Adara had punched him. Luckily, it was an accident and she was too drunk for her aim to be any good, so he was only bleeding a bit (it was a lot, actually) and he hadn't actually broken anything. She was eating pizza in the hopes that it would absorb some of the alcohol.

"Good stag do," he mumbled.

"Are you sure? All we did was get drunk and then I punched you."

"Exactly."

She laughed and then silence fell again.

"So, wedding in a few days," she said, "how are you feeling?"

He sighed, "I'm obviously really excited, I mean it's the most important day of my life and I'm getting married to the boy I love. And it's not that I'm paranoid that something might go wrong, the wedding doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be something I can remember forever as one of the best days of my life, and that's what matters."

"But…?" Adara could sense his uncertainty.

"I don't know, I guess it's the MJ inside of me talking," he said, "but maybe I am too young."

"No way, Harry, you love Jason. If Peter had gotten down and proposed to me when I was fucking seventeen I would've said yes."

"Really?"

"No, but I'm trying to be reassuring."

"Oh."

She let out a deep breath and put a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, you're not too young," she said, "MJ says you are, and she's right, you are young but you're never too young for love. I mean, hell, I met Peter when I was thirteen and I'm pretty sure that I want to be with him forever, and we started dating when I was fifteen. You can find love at any age. Besides, even if it doesn't work out, there was no harm in trying. You'll still have this stag do and the actual wedding to look back on. Besides," she took a thoughtful bite of her pizza, "it's not like you can't afford the best divorce lawyer in the city."

He laughed, "that's true." His smile faded, "that's true…"

"You have every right to feel nervous, Harry," she said, "and maybe this love won't last forever. But, I have a good feeling that it will."

"An instinct?"

"Oh, yeah, in my gut," she said.

"And it's not the alcohol speaking?"

"Well, vodka is never wrong, Osborn."

He smirked, "what about you then? You're back permanently now, so what's your next move?"

She shrugged, "well, I found a pretty decent job as a translator for that business I told you about. I'm going apartment looking next week, not to mention there's still plenty of crime to keep me busy—"

"That's not what I was talking about," he said. "I mean marriage for you and Peter. What's the plan there? You gonna find a nice house in the suburbs with a white picket fence? Maybe pop out a mini-Spiderman or Bluebell?"

"Ew!" She exclaimed, giving him a friendly shove. "Don't phrase it like that."

"Well, what's your answer?"

"I don't know, Harry," she snorted and took another bite of her pizza. "I've only just gotten back, I need to settle down and figure things out first. I haven't seen him the past year, and rarely seen him in the past five years. Practically the whole time we've been adults. Unlike you and Jason, we haven't spent enough time together. We're going to need a few more years in our belt to figure things out."

"That's fair enough," he said.

The truth was, coming back had been difficult.

It wasn't settling back into a normal life, Adara had been looking forward to getting a permanent job somewhere, and one that paid decently too. It hadn't been difficult, despite not going to college (she had maybe stretched the truth on her resume when she said she had graduated high school, but she would've had she not left) she had plenty of experience doing work in translation all across the world. She was easily the most qualified (not to mention she spoke a lot of languages) and therefore the best for the job. The thought of buying her own apartment to live in permanently was thrilling, rather than before when she moved too quickly within a few months to ever really make it her own home.

No, the hardest part was just figuring it all out. She hadn't been with her friends for the past five years, and they had changed in that time. Not dramatically, MJ was still MJ, Ned was still Ned, Harry was still her best friend and Peter was exactly the man she fell in love with when he was still a boy. But that was the thing, he was a man now. Twenty-three. Maybe things would change between them. And it wasn't like Adara was scared of change, they had both treated their relationship maturely in the past but… Still… This was different.

Harry yawned, "though, I don't think you need to be worried."

"You don't?"

"Yeah, you and Peter have pretty much survived everything," he said. "Getting a building dropped on you, getting your mind wiped, turning into dust, losing important people, and then getting stabbed. I mean, I don't know about you but that is a rollercoaster. Pretty sure the next few years can't throw anything worse than that at you."

"Don't challenge it," she said. "With my luck, Thanos will end up rising from the dead."

"Good, another excuse to beat his ass again."

"That's a good point."

Another silence lapsed between them.

"I can't believe your getting married," she said, "it blows my mind."

"Me neither," he said, "I mean have you looked at me? I'm hardly marriage material."

"It's weird," she said, "it feels like yesterday when we used to hang around up here and throwing our homework off the roof."

"That was just you, I was feeding mine to the pigeons."

"You're getting married," she said, "and one day you'll be CEO of all of Oscorp."

"It's a scary thought," he said, "but not as scary as the thought of overturning the whole of the Russian mafia, getting three of their most notorious leaders arrested along with all of their members who had had associated or had been members of Hydra or the Faceless Man's group."

Adara sat up and looked at him.

"You might not have been keeping contact with us," he said, "but you do leave a trail in your own way. You act like you've been doing nothing these past five years."

She laughed, "it was a long job. I had four hits out on me."

"Well, you're still alive. Somehow."

"Isn't that the key word. Somehow."

"I think I've sobered up a little," he said with a yawn, "and stopped bleeding. What time is it?"

"I'm not sure— Oh," she paused, glancing over the city. "But it's obviously very early as I can see the sun rising."

"We are going to have the worst hangover in the morning."

"Totally."

The day of the Wedding

"Harry, stop fidgeting," she said, elbowing him in the side.

"What? I'm nervous! Oh, hi, thanks for coming," he shook hands with a woman Adara didn't recognise. She hardly recognised anyone here. "Just take a seat over there. Thank you."

They were by the entrance of the Church, greeting all the guests at the door. Harry was dressed in a handsome, three-piece, navy suit with a matching tie and red flower pinned to his chest. His hair was the neatest she had ever seen it, styled back and out of his face, but with stray hairs falling forward, though Adara reckoned that was intentional. He was bouncing on the balls of his face, as he had been all morning, repeatedly asking if he looked good enough. None of her reassurances had gotten to him until she said one.

"You look like James Bond."

"Really?" He paused in his nervous fidgeting. "I do?"

"Yes," she said, "you're giving Daniel Craig a run for his money."

"You know it's not Daniel Craig anymore—"

"I don't care," she said, "let's go before the guests start arriving before you."

Now it was their job to greet people at the entrance, and almost everyone was here. The other groom would be arriving in about ten minutes with the bridesmaid. They were attempting to stick to conventions of wedding as much as possible, though were changing things up intentionally. Mainly because they were tired of people asking "well, which one of you is the bride?"

"Hi, Mrs Ionello," said Harry.

"Harry, how many times do I have to tell you that Jackie is just fine," she gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. She was a kindly-looking, middle-aged woman. "You're my future son-in-law, no need to be so formal. You look very handsome, by the way."

"Thank you, Jackie."

"Who's this?" She turned her suspicious eyes to Adara who swallowed.

"This is Adara Thomas," he said, "old classmate of mine, you might've heard of her. She's the best man."

"The best man?"

"Yup."

"I see," she nodded.

"Well, you're sitting just at the front…"

She went to her seat, followed by two of Jason's brothers who greeted Harry with a friendly shoulder punch. Adara wasn't aware of how many siblings Jason had, though she was aware that he did also have an older sister (who had technically been younger than him, but then the blip changed all that), who was the maid-of-honour.

"You're going to scuff your shoes if you keep bouncing on them like that," Adara said in a low voice before greeting another guest. "Yes, hi, if you'd just go through there." She then spotted who the next person was. "Oh look who finally decided to turn up. Hey, Steve, so much for punctuality."

"I am punctual," said Steve.

"Besides," said Sam, appearing at his shoulder along with Bucky (those two were rarely seen apart nowadays). "It was your dog who decided to do a god awful massive shit on his walk."

Adara gave them a grim look, "that sounds like Oskar."

"As much as I'm enjoying all this talk about shit on my big day," said Harry, "thanks for coming guys."

"Congrats, by the way, kid," said Bucky.

"Oh, yeah," said Sam, "congratulations."

"You look very handsome," assured Steve.

"Like James Bond," added Sam.

"That's two people who said I look like James Bond now," said Harry once they were gone. "I feel like I should be having less sex with men if that's the case."

"Oh, I'm sure Bond gets around too," she said. "There's May. you'd think her lot would be the first to arrive."

"Apparently Ned had a breakdown over whether to wear a red tie or a blue tie," said Harry.

"Oh, I hope he chose red."

He hadn't. But he and Peter were looking good nonetheless, May too in her floral dress. Peter was dressed sharply in a grey suit with a checkered suit and purple tie. His hair wasn't quite as messy as it usually was, but it wasn't combed back too neatly. He looked less like a nervous kid at prom and, well, like a man. Adara planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Showing up the groom a little bit, are we?" She remarked.

He smirked, "I could say the same for you."

She gave a humble hand wave dismissively, though she was inwardly man enough to admit that she did look good. Her hair was dead straight, so it actually went just past her shoulders, she wore a black suit blazer that was buttoned up completely, though she wore no shit underneath to reveal golden skin. But not too much. Her pants were tight-fitted, and her heels elevated her height a little.

"Get a room you two," muttered Harry.

"Don't worry, Jason will show us all up," said Adara. "He is extremely attractive."

"Agreed," said Ned, May and Harry.

Peter just rolled his eyes.

"We'll just go to our seats," he said. "We'll see you up there."

Harry gulped at his words and Adara squeezed his arm reassuringly, he looked thankful when he smiled back. Then, the car arrived. A sleek, black limousine. Harry took a deep breath as the driver stepped out and opened the door to reveal a stunning Jason, dressed in a sharp, white suit and tie, with a red rose also pinned to his chest. Adara beamed at the look on both of their faces. What dorks. Harry stepped out of the entrance of the church and down the first couple of steps, offering his hand to Jason who took it. Just as he did, the music began playing from the church.

Adara smiled at Jason's sister, the maid of honour, and waited up for MJ who, like the rest of the bridesmaids, was in a blue dress, hooking her arm through hers.

"You look really nice," she said.

"Ugh, this just reminds me why I don't wear dresses," she said, "at least you get a suit."

"That's because I'm the best man," she said. "Now, come on."

There were only three bridesmaids. One of them was Betty Brant, who had stayed in close contact with Jason over the years and gave Adara a friendly smile as she hooked arms with the maid of honour, Jason's sister. Jason and Harry were up at front, whispering to each other while sharing looks of disbelief, as if they couldn't actually believe what was happening.

Neither Jason or Harry had a living father, and Harry had no mother either. Neither of them really had anyone who could give them away at the altar, but Harry had labelled that as outdated too. So, they had decided that they would walk up the aisle together, followed by the bridesmaids and the best man. So, they processed down the aisle, with the music in the background and everyone standing up. As they passed by Steve, Adara smirked, he just looked happy to be in a church. She then shot Peter a wink before they got to the front.

"Don't fuck it up," whispered MJ, giving her a reassuring pat on the hand before splitting off to go stand behind Harry with the other bridesmaids.

Adara stood behind Harry, hands behind her back as she glanced around the church. It was a grand building, its deep history was obvious as it was hardly modern in its architecture, but its stone and wood were well kept and clean. It was decorated with beautiful flowers and silk banners, it looked almost exactly like the photoshopped picture Harry had shown her to illustrate his vision. She had little doubt, this was perfect. Though, she also reckoned, probably not her style.

If she were to get married then… Well, it was probably inappropriate to think about those things right now.

"Please be seated," said the officiant, a priest. Adara had no idea who he was, but he certainly looked like he knew what he was doing. "First, I'd like to begin by welcoming everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this most happy of days. It's no accident that each of you are here today, and each of you were invited to be here because you represent someone important in the individual and collective lives of Harry Osborn and Jason Ionello."

Adara found herself wondering what they were doing with their surnames, would they be keeping them? Joining them? Keeping only one? She elected to ask Harry later, considering the ceremony was already happening and it would be rude to ask now. The priest went on a bit, something about God. Adara knew that the religious aspect was done partly to appease Jason's mother, but also because Harry's parents were married and buried in this church, it meant a lot to him.

"Dearly beloved and honored guests," the Officiant said, "we are gathered together here to join Harry Osborn and Jason Ionello in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities." Adara eyed Ned who had the camera and was recording all of this, as Harry had asked him to. "The grooms have each prepared vows that they will read now."

Jason cleared his throat, "Harry, I know we've known each other for a long time, and the world hasn't been kind to either of us in that time. But being by your side throughout all those hard times, knowing you were there to hold my hand, it made it all easier. And… And I hope we never have to be apart again," his sister handed him the ring. "Let it be known with this ring, that I promise to be with you for all eternity."

If Adara didn't think it was so goddamn cute, she might have thrown up.

Now, it was Harry's turn.

"Jason," he began, sounding choked up. "I know I've been a real asshole over these years, especially when I was in high school," there was an appreciative laugh at that. Especially from everyone who had gone to school with him. "But you've stuck with me all these years, even in the worst times, and I know that I would go through all of it again, as long as you have you by my side."

Adara sincerely hoped that her being stabbed and almost dying was not one of those times, but her smile didn't drop as she handed Harry the ring, nodding her head in reassurance.

"Let it be known with this ring, that I promise to be with you for all eternity," he finished as he slipped the ring onto Jason's finger.

"And now," said the Officiant. "Do you, Jason Ionello, take Harry Osborn to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward? For better, for worse? For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health? To love and to cherish, till death you do part, according to God's holy law?"

"I do," said Jason.

"And Harry Osborn," said the Officiant, "do you take Jason Ionello to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward? For better, for worse? For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health? To love and to cherish, till death you do part, according to God's holy law?"

"I do," said Harry.

"I now pronounce you married."

They kissed as the whole church stood their feet and clapped. Adara was pretty sure her cheeks were hurting as she watched them kiss, and she could tell MJ was beaming too as she gave her a thumbs up. Neither of them had screwed up, then again, there were still the speeches to be had later.

Her gaze traveled to Peter, who was already looking at her. She wondered if he had the same question on his mind as she had on hers. But she pushed it away, this was Harry and Jason's big day.

Besides, she thought to herself as she glanced around the church. It's a little dramatic, even for me, I think I'd want something more lowkey.

In the front aisle, Peter was also glancing around and thinking, she'd probably want something more lowkey.

"What did you think of my speech then," said Adara a good few hours later. "It was pretty funny, right?"

"Well…" Steve looked at her, "a few of the jokes were… Inappropriate."

They were sitting at an empty table at the wedding reception, which was being held in a restaurant which Harry had hired out. It was past its peak at this point, most of the families with younger kids as well as the elderly had had to go home, though most of the guests were still there, dancing along with the DJ. all the major parts of the reception had passed though, including all the eating (although there was still plenty of food left, but Adara had already ate and drank a horrific amount), the first dance and the best man's speech which she reckoned went flawlessly. People even laughed, including Jason's very religious mother.

"Well, what did you expect?" She shrugged. "At least it was funny."

"Sure it was," he raised an eyebrow. "What's going on with your shoes?"

"Dancing in high heels sucks," she said, "so both MJ and I bought a back-up that was more comfortable for the reception. Practical, see?" She showed him her converse trainers and he just rolled his eyes. "Come on, Old man, on your feet. I want to see what moves you have."

She stood up and offered her hand, he laughed as he took it.

"I'll have you know," he said as he was pulled to the dance floor, "I'm a pretty good dancer."

"I won't believe it until I see it," she said.

"This is hardly danceable music anyway."

"Are you kidding me?" She gave him a look of disbelief, "this is Thrillier, this is an absolute classic. Watch—" she turned on her heel and did the moonwalk.

"You are ridiculous," he said.

"It's a dance move," she said. "Do you want me to dab?"

"I don't know what that means," he looked slightly fearful. "And, personally, I don't want to know."

"It's an outdated joke anyway," she said and took his hand again. "Come on then, show me how to properly dance."

As he attempted to guide her through the steps, it was clear that Adara wasn't a natural dancer. More than once she ended up falling over her own feet, as well as kicking him in the shins, but that was hardly an accident on her behalf. About five minutes later, they were laughing and making fools of themselves.

"Come on," she said, "I told you it would be fun."

"I've never gone to a wedding before," he said, "not one as big as this ever."

Adara frowned, "but… Didn't Tony have a wedding?"

"Ah, yes," he said, "but no one was invited to that. Other than himself and Pepper, and Harry who I think married them."

"Really?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I wasn't there."

"But is it something you're interested in?" She gestured around them while they danced. "I mean, all the flowers and the big ceremony and the scary I do moment. It's definitely a show, not sure if it's quite my thing, but I'm pretty sure we could hang an American flag over there and it would be just like you were getting married."

He shrugged, "I don't know if I've had much thoughts regarding marriage."

"Well, have you met anyone in these past five years?" She asked, "who was that woman you kissed all those years back… Sharon?"

"I think Sharon does her own thing now," said Steve, "with Sam and Bucky. And no one really knows what they get up to now. Anyway, no I haven't met anyone who I think would want this."

"But you've met someone."

"Don't push your luck, Adara."

She laughed, "okay, okay. But, come on! Marriage, kids, four-bedroom house with a white picket fence. It's the American dream, Steve."

"Despite the fact that you seem so insistent that I'm an old man," he said, "I'm only in my late thirties. I still have plenty of years left to make my decision when it comes to these things. And…" He looked at her, "so do you."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Then what's with all the questions about marriage and kids?"

"I was just wondering!" She said ruefully.

He just laughed at her attitude and ruffled her hair. She shoved his hand away, but her expression was more amused than annoyed.

"Besides," he said, "I can't handle having anymore kids. You were a handful enough and you disappeared for half of it."

"Oh, come on!" She said, "I'd make a great older sister."

"You would be a bad influence," he pointed out.

"Listen, I only get rushing head first into dire situations because you did it first," she said. "So, while we might not be genetically related, there's definitely some kind of personality traits being passed on between us."

"You've been spending too long listening to Bucky go on about the good old days."

"It's all you old men know how to talk about."

"Hey, what did I just say about me being in my thirties?"

"Sorry, my mistake," she said and gave him a sincere smile, " jus keep telling yourself that you're a very young bachelor, old man, if it makes you feel any better."

"You cause so much pain in my heart."

"It's part of the problem with raising kids."

After another hour, the party was really beginning to wind down. Steve went home, something about Oskar needing another walk before it got too late (actually, his exact wording was 'Oskar needs a walkies before beddy bye-byes' which forced Adara to come to the conclusion that he spent too much time with that dog). Adara was now sitting at the head table, watching some of the cleaner mop up the empty table around it while some slightly drunk and tired party guests danced together on the floor. Harry and Jason were still full of life though, twirling away and occasionally showing each other their rings and becoming very excited, as if they hadn't seen them before.

She took a swig out of a beer bottle, "so, I read your article on the UN conference."

"Yeah?" MJ was sitting beside her, "that was a good few months ago now."

"I know," she said, "but when I heard you worked for the Bugle, I stalked you a little."

"Thanks."

"It was good," she said, "I mean, I don't care much for politics but I almost did with how passionately you wrote about it."

"Oh," she seemed genuinely caught off-guard. "Thanks, Adara."

"I still think your best article was the Huffington Post one about me."

"I was seventeen. And you told me to write that one."

"I know, I'm such a genius."

MJ rolled her eyes.

"So, what's next?" Adara looked at her. "You're making it pretty big in the Bugle now, going to all the important conferences and stuff. You've got to be making waves in the journalistic society or whatever at this point."

"They offered me a job at the New York Times."

"What?" Adara sat up. "MJ that's such a big deal. Did you accept?"

"No."

"Come again?"

"I didn't take it," she continued at the look on Adara's face. "I considered it, I really did. It had better pay but it was still a step down. The Bugle is a smaller paper, especially after the recent events over the years, which is why I climbed so quickly. That, and obviously my dry wit and talent, but I want to make a difference. And the Bugle is where I can do that, better than writing lame opinion pieces for the Times' website when they ask me too."

"Huh," Adara took another sip, "I guess that makes sense."

"And what about you? Job-wise?"

"Eh," she shrugged. "I'll see where the wind takes me. I'm only twenty-three. Still, there's still plenty of work to do in my— ahem— other job."

"Ah, the Bluebell will be back at it," MJ hummed. "If you find anything big, make sure I'm the first to hear about it."

"Ha, I'll try my best," she said with a smile. MJ returned it with a rare smile of her own, and the two clinked their bottles together.

Ned came over, his phone in hand.

"I got the Buffalo job!" He cheered.

"What?" MJ sat up at the same time Adara went, "seriously?"

"Yep," he said, "In a few months time I start in the office up there. As head of the department. Can you believe it!"

"No way," Said Adara, "that's amazing Ned. Not surprising, you're a great engineer, but it's still incredible!"

Ned had been waiting keenly to hear about a promotion from his current job in Queens to his company's office in Buffalo, it had obviously been a point of tension as it was one of the first things Adara heard about when she returned from her travels, and she could tell it was something Ned wanted really badly.

"I just… I just can't believe it," he said. "I mean, Buffalo isn't that far away, but I can't see you guys all the time now, and I'll have to get a new apartment."

"Ned," said MJ, "don't worry about it. Like you said, it's not too far. I mean, it is far, but not ridiculously so, you're not moving across the country or anything. So you can just come visit you and you can come visit us all the time."

"I've never been to Buffalo," Adara added her own input. It was a city upstate, near Canada, but she didn't know that much about it.

"I'm so excited," he said with a happy sigh. "I'll tell Harry tomorrow, I don't want to intrude on his big day."

Harry wouldn't see it as intruding, he would be just excited about Ned's news as they were, but Adara understood his reasoning, so she just nodded. Ned moving was massive news, it meant a part of their gang was leaving. Were they a gang? Adara reckoned her phrasing of that was quiet odd, but 'squad' or 'friendship group' sounded pretty lame too. She had never been the closest to Ned, but he was still one of the first friends she had ever made and his excitable personality and go-getter attitude was endearing.

"Listen," she said, "before you go, we should probably do that Star Wars marathon."

"What, really?" He blinked, "with the prequels?"

She cringed but nodded.

"But you always said over your dead body!"

"Well, I did come extremely close to dying numerous times," she pointed out.

He seemed to take this as reasoning enough, "great. I'm totally going to buy us matching lightsabers."

She winced, "may not be necessary, Ned."

"Of course, it isn't, but it's fun!" He said, "also, I was talking to Peter a minute ago to tell him the news. He's up on the next floor, he didn't ask me to come get you, but he did do that thing where he heavily implied it."

"Ah, right, yes," Adara said, "he does that. I'll catch you guys in a few minutes."

As she walked by, Harry quickly grabbed her.

"Hey, Jason and I are heading out in a bit," he said, "we wanna get a good night's rest, because, you know we're off on our honeymoon tomorrow."

Adara tried to hide her smirk. They were going back to have a load of sex, even a blind man could see that.

"Yeah," she said, "of course. Where are you going again?"

"Fiji."

"Sounds luxurious," she said. "I'll see you before you leave for the airport tomorrow anyway."

Harry then suddenly pulled her into a tight hug, "thank you for being here today. I don't think I could've gone through with it without you there."

"Sure you could've," she chuckled slightly as she hugged him back. "Besides, I would've been pissed if you had gotten married without me. I already know I'm on a list somewhere for top ten best men of all time and I'm second behind Freddie Mercury."

"Freddie Mercury was the best man at a wedding?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I've never met him, just assuming. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow then."

"See you then."

"Catch you later, Harry, Jason."

The upstairs of the restaurant was technically closed, but people had been wondering up and down all night and the staff hadn't particularly cared. There was a large, wide room, with all the lights off and tables with chairs stacked on top, the only light flooded from the large windows that lined the front of the room, which was where Adara found Peter. He was sitting on a window sill next to an open window, and looked up when he heard her.

"Did Ned tell you where I was?" He asked.

"Yep," she said, "isn't it great he got his promotion?"

"Yeah, he's been waiting for the email for weeks now," said Peter, "I've witnessed him have several mental breakdowns, it's a relief for me too honestly."

She realised something and understood the sadness tinged in his voice, so rested her hand on his shoulder.

"I know you and Ned are best friends," she said, "and six hours away might not be that much, but it's still a lot. Not to mention you live with him, I'd be upset if Harry moved away too."

"I am really happy for him," he said and sucked in a breath. "It's just, things are changing fast."

"Yeah," she said, "they are."

There was a pause. She glanced out the window over the city. It was hardly a high rise building, but she could see the street below, lined with cars and the famous yellow taxis, there lights glittering in the night. A thought occurred to her.

"I'm looking at apartments next week," she said, "maybe… Maybe we could find one together."

"Wait, you want to move in together?"

"Well, we're twenty-three," she shrugged. "We've been dating for many years now, it's not a crazy stretch, is it?" God, she wanted him to say yes so badly.

"I… I…" His face broke out into a beaming grin, "that would be amazing. I would love that."

"Me too," she said and moved so she sat beside him, taking his hand in hers. "But we'd need to find one that's dog-friendly."

"Oh, that's fine by me," he said, "I'd give Oskar the world if I could."

"Everyone loves that dog."

"He is really cute," he said, "but only the second best thing you bought back from Norway."

"What was the best thing?"

"You."

"God," she said, her cheeks flushing a pink colour as she looked away and back out the window, "you can be such a dork sometimes, Pete, you know that."

"Ha, and you love me for it."

"I guess I do."

Another moment of quietness, but it wasn't awkward, it was never awkward between them. Everything just felt right, like it was slotting into place. The past five years had been something Adara had needed, mainly because now she was back, it meant that everything felt fresh and new, but still with a tinge of nostalgia. Now that she was back, everything felt as if it was fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle. Even now as she gripped Peter's hand, it felt like it was made to mould against hers.

"What do you think then?" Peter asked the question. "Marriage?"

"We'll see if we can tolerate living with each other first," she said.

"But.. In the future," he said.

"Because we have a future," she muttered.

He nodded with complete certainty, "we have a future."

Her heart swelled, "I don't know. I'm happy to see how these next few years go, and then how the next decade goes, and then the decade after that."

The corners of his lips quirked, "I'm happy to see how it works out too. I'm happy as long as I'm with you."

"No doubts?" She asked.

"None at all," he said with an air of casualness that she was enviness of. "I've loved you forever, Adara, and we've been through hell. If life decides to throw anymore curve balls at me, I don't think I do it without you."

"I can't do it without you either," she said in a low whisper. "I know I've been gone five years but now that I'm back, I was worried that everything would've moved on without me. But it hasn't. Everything just feels…"

"Right," he finished.

"Yeah," she looked at him and then at his lips, "it just feels right."

They kissed again, keeping their foreheads pressed together when they stopped, Adara with her eyes closed and Peter looking at her.

"I love you," she murmured and looked up at him.

Her eyes were still the same shade of green they always had been, ferocious and fiery, burning with passion and emotion. And they were always such an impossible shade, without a fleck of blue, grey or brown in them. While she had always cursed the fact that her abilities meant she could never change them when she shifted, he was glad of it. He loved those eyes more than anything in the world.

"I love you too," he said and kissed her again, bathed in the glittering lights of New York City.

Adara Thomas might have been born in France and raised in Siberia, with trauma and destruction following her every step, but she belonged here. In this city, with this boy and all her friends and family. Sure, she might not have any blood relatives left, but she didn't need them. She had been raised by a man out of time and an assassin with pretty cool red hair, not to mention she was dating Spiderman.

Life had never treated her kindly, and it would continue to be brutal, to beat her down. But at least she had the satisfaction of knowing that she didn't have to face it alone. That she had never been alone.

She supposed, in the end, that was really all that mattered.

A/N: Holy shit, did I just finish this story? After two years, 141 chapters, 800,000 words. I mean, not to toot my own horn but I am slightly amazed that I've made it this far. I've finished stories before on an older account, but they've only been like eighteen or so chapters, this is so much longer and honestly I never expected to finish it. Obviously, the main thing is that I couldn't have done it without you all. And I'm not saying that because 'der der der' I'm saying it because I really mean it. Seriously, if you've ever left a review on this story then you're the main reason why I even managed to get to the end of this. Even if it's just been a short one or a long one, every single one means the world to me!

Anyway, I don't want to gush all day but this really does mean so much to me. I had the idea for this story ages ago, but was too lazy to come up with original names so I just looked through some of my novel ideas and took the name Adara because I was writing it at the time. But now this version of Adara has grown so much more than the novel Adara that I'm pretty sure that, if they were to meet, they would hate each other. I've improved my writing so much during this period to the point where I cringe at the earlier chapters, but that also makes me feel happy too at how far this story has come.

Before I go into some plans regarding this story, for the last time, here are some (or a lot as I'm going all in) incorrect quotes:

Adara: Based on statistical evidence, I think I'm immortal.

Steve: Why?

Adara: I haven't died yet.

Steve: That's… not how that works.

The last batch of incorrect quotes, can you believe it?

Peter: I gave you the key for emergencies.

Adara, lounging on the couch: Well I had an emergency.

Peter: What was it?

Adara: I missed you.

These were always the best part of the story, not gonna lie.

MJ: I'm asking you if you know the difference between right and wrong.

Adara: I discovered at a very early age that if I talked long enough, I could make anything right or wrong. So, either I'm god or the truth is relative. And in either case, booyah.

MJ: Oh, interesting. It's just the average person has a much harder time saying "booyah" to moral relativism.

But I'm really going to miss writing this. Even if I have hated it sometimes.

Harry: I laugh in the face of danger.

Adara: You cried for 45 minutes and begged Jason not to go to the store without you. I had to get you ice cream so you'd calm down.

Harry: Yeah, but that was a long time ago.

Adara: It was ten minutes ago.

But, again, thank you all for the support!

Steve: Happy endings are never simple.

Adara: Yeah they are. Like in Finding Nemo when they find Nemo.

And, one more time:

Harry, taking off a hat to reveal a smaller, sparkly, secret hat underneath: Does this answer your question?

Adara, visibly confused: I never asked a question.

If you like incorrect quotes then why not check out my youtube channel 'AccidentallyAmazing' where I uploaded two videos of the Hidden in Plain Sight characters as vines. Links here: watch?v=qZc7ly3rf5I & watch?v=vQmzC3aB0Lk

Anyway, let me just lay out my plans for the future for this story and I'm saying this right here, there will not be a sequel to this story. I just can't see myself writing one, and there are other things I want to write including my original works, so I just think its important to move on from this and get to focusing on other projects.

However, that being said, I do still have plans. The One-Shot series I have If you don't love me now is for this story and I haven't updated it in a while but now that this is finished, I almost definitely will. I've got a few ideas for one-shots that can take place before/during/after this story to write, but I'm also willing to listen to suggestions on what you guys want me to write! Also, I am at some point going to go back and edit the first three or so chapters to this story. Mainly because I don't like the writing anymore but just to flesh it out too. I won't be making any dramatic plot changes, but I figured I'd let you guys know anyway.

If you guys also read my other story White Whispers and Whiter Shadows, I will get round to updating that soon hopefully! Sorry it's been so irregular over there but I do want to keep going with it, so that story is technically now a priority on this account.

Of course, the main thing I will be focusing on for now are my original works and, who knows, hopefully in the future I'll be coming back to this story just to let you guys all know I've written a book. Who knows? One can only hope.

But yeah, that's pretty much it. I hope you've all enjoyed this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Who's your favourite character? What were your favourite moments or storylines? Personally, I love Harry and I had the most fun writing the Homecoming and Far From Home arcs, but I'm interested in hearing you guys' thoughts!

Anyway, this is Caitlin now signing off, thanks for reading!