Spider-Man was in the same room where he had awoken from his coma. He was covered in warm blankets, fuzzy pink socks, gloves, and a cup of steaming hot chocolate waiting for him on his bedside, reheated constantly by Johnny Storm. He had just opened his eyes, as the frostbite and freezing temperatures had slowed his heart rate and allowed him to take a nap while no longer conscious. But now he was okay, and awake.

Spider-Man remembered everything right away, and the first thing he asked was, "Where's Jesse?"

Mary Jane, the only one in the room with him at the time, smiled. "You're okay," she said, as if saying so to convince herself.

"Where is he, MJ?"

Mary Jane squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry, tiger. They didn't find him."

His chest fell. "Oh," he said. "And…and Venom?"

Mary Jane shook her head. "But he wasn't lying about the bombs, Peter. They got them all. All of them! Isn't that amazing?"

"The only reason Jesse is dead…is because Venom thought it was me. I should be dead."

Mary Jane hit him, a little harder than she intended to. "Don't you dare say that! No! I have been sitting here, praying you weren't going to die, for too long! First it was the coma, then it was frostbite…and now that you're better, you are going to go and almost get yourself killed all over again! Don't you dare say that you should be dead. You should live forever with all the selfless things you do."

Iron Man walked in. "She's right, Spider-Man. Good job."

"Well, I hope you are happy, Stark. You wanted to terminate the clone. Well, he's gone."

Captain America walked inside next. "Spider-Man, friend, I thought you have been in this business long enough to know not to consider them dead until you have seen the body."

That shut Spider-Man up. He took a sip of his hot cocoa. "I'm glad you're okay, Spider-Man," Iron Man said.

"Same," Captain America added.

"So Venom…Venom's gone?"

"He don't know where he is, Spider-Man. But I don't think he'll be well enough to throw another bus at you any time soon."

"So…the Inevitable War? Did I win?"

"Of course you won. Good always wins." Mary Jane told him.

"Not always…"

She grabbed her husband, rolled up his mask, and kissed him passionately. She pulled away and looked at him. "Yes," she said. "Always."

A/N: Well, that's the end. Thank you for all your reviews and for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it was a little short.