Lagmodnaremos

Yup. 23f Thx for asking. No thanks to minors or noods. That’ll be all

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Fate Be Changed

A COD MW ficlet

Look. I’ve never played COD a day in my life. The only thing I really know about the characters are from fics I read. Trust me, I know this is definitely OOC. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. I’ve been in a writing block since at least last October so of my brain decides to cook up a mix between Brave and COD with Ghoap undertones tossed in? Sure. Why not? Tbh I probably could fit a part two in here.

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Lieutenant Simon Riley who finds himself in the middle of an ancient forest somewhere deep in Scotland. Why, you ask? Because one night while they were all holed up in some shitty safe house, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish wouldn’t shut up about this one place somewhat near his childhood home. That he swore it was magical. How you could just feel it in the air that something about it was different than the rest of the area. How it had to mean something. And with Johnny lying comatose in some shitty bed in Hereford, medical instruments holding his broken skull together, Ghost figures they can use all the magic that Johnny swears exists.

What Ghost didn’t expect was for…the air to actually shift the deeper he got into the forest. He’s deployed to many sketchy locations. This.. This was different. Like something was watching him. As if he was being judged. It makes him more tense than he already was. But the thought of Johnny lying on his literal deathbed made him keep putting the next foot in front of the last.

It’s silent. Unnaturally so. As if the forest itself is holding its breath. Then, a blue flame like light appears. It’s small. Maybe ten feet ahead of him. He stops, breath stilling as he stares at it. Wonders if it’s real. Or if he’s lost it, officially. The blue flame seems to be staring right back at him. Then another one appears. Maybe ten feet ahead of the first one. It also stares at Simon. Waiting. Testing. He pauses. Knowing that maybe he should’ve listened to Johnny more when talking about the stories he grew up with. Having a feeling that maybe the magic they laughed him off for believing was actually real.

Above. A raven croaks sharply. Ghost’s eyes shoot up to the trees where it came from. He barely catches sight of the bird taking off from a tree branch behind him before it glides past him towards the blue flames. It disappears from sight with two strong flaps of its wings.

Pulling himself together, Ghost continues the journey. Stepping off the path and following the blue flame. When he gets closer, the first disappears and soon a trail of more appears, leading deeper into the dense forest.

Following the trail of blue flames leads him into a clearing. Centered in the clearing is a cabin. If you could even call it that. It looked ancient. Like a hut almost. But smoke rose from the lone chimney. Around the abode, there was what looked like a garden. And a very large stockpile of wood. The last of the blue flames stopped about a quarter of the way into the clearing. Just before what looked like a line of some white mixture. It seems to circle the ground around the hut.

He takes a few more steps forward. looks around the property. The raven from earlier, it has to be the same one, is sat on a perch by the front door, watching him. It croaks again, loudly. Just as Ghost steps over the white line circling the home. The last of the blue flames are gone now.

The front door opens. A cloaked figure peeks through, facing the bird’s perch. A pair of pale hands reach up and pull the hood of the cloak back. It’s a woman. Her hair nearly copper in the last fading light of the day that somehow lands in this part of the forest but nowhere else. “Alastair. You’re back early. Come on in then.” Her voice is soft. But there’s something other to it. It draws him in almost.

The woman’s head turns directly to where Ghost stands when the raven doesn’t move. She pauses, taking in the sight of him. “Oh… I wasn’t expecting a visitor.” She shoots the bird an annoyed look. “You should’ve warned me before bringing company. The shop is a mess.” She turns to Ghost and gives an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. But I’m not taking visitors at the moment. Perhaps another day?” She makes to step back into her home, to close the door.

Ghost steps into the circle fully now. “Wait!” And the irony doesn’t escape him how he used to boast about never saying ‘Please’ for anything just two weeks ago to the team. But things are different now. Especially with a life on the line. “Wait. Please. I need, I need help.”

The woman frowns, huffing. Because men are all the same. Aren’t they? Coming uninvited and expecting her to bend over backwards to grant them their wishes. “No. Not at the moment. Have a good day.” And then she goes to truly close the door. But a flash of ghostly blue outside her protective circle makes her stop. She slowly turns until she stares directly at the little blue flame watching her silently. Her jaw slackens and her eye twitches. “G’way.” Her eyes flick to the raven who releases what damn near could be a laugh at her. Then she rests her gaze on the hulking man standing inside the protective circle around her home.

After what feels like a standoff that lasts forever, Ghost breaks. “Please.. It’s not for me. It’s my-“ and a million different phrases and descriptions of what Johnny means to him flick through his mind at once. But he settles on, “my friend. He’s hurt. He might not make it. But he talked about this place. About you I figure. I couldn’t just sit there. I couldn’t just watch as everyone else gives up. He believed in this, in this place and I just had to try. To at least say I did. Because I wasn’t there to save him when he got hurt.”

The woman’s frown deepens even more for a bit. Then she sighs, shoulders slumping. “A friend, ey? Yeah. I’ve had a few of those.” Her eyes trail to the will ‘o the wisp. And she nods slowly. Once it fades away, she turns back into her home. “Well, come on then. Reckon I can’t turn you away.”

When he eventually follows her, she’s deeper into her home. The inside is…somehow larger on the inside than the outside makes it look. He decides things will be easier if he doesn’t think about it. “You’re helping me?”

The woman hums absently as she moves about. “Thought I was helping your friend, not you.” She waves her hand and the door closes behind Alastair as the bird swoops in to rest on his perch by her mantle. “But yes. It’s not often anymore that people are able to find my home.” Her eyes flick to where she watches him about to step on a project of hers. “Do mind my wood, would you? I work very hard to make each of my pieces and make a living.”

Ghost nods slowly, being careful with his steps. “Right. Sorry.” He looks around warily. The air here is filled with the same feeling as the forest outside. Just…more condensed. “My friend…Soap. He’s been hurt. Bad. Took a bullet to the temple. He’s got plaster holding his skull together. He needs help.”

She pauses before looking over at him. “…Soap? That is his name?” She smirks knowingly, a mischievous shine to her expression. “And what might your name be then? Water?”

His eyes narrow. Not liking the games she’s playing. The fact that she seems to be wasting time. “No. It’s Ghost. And yes. You can call him Soap. Can you help him or not?”

And she can’t help it. She laughs. Tossing her head back and laughing, raising a hand to cover her mouth as she attempts to control her reaction. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just… that. Those are the most interesting names I’ve heard in a bit of time. But yes.. I can help your friend. But how, is the question I need you to answer for me.” Her eyes drag back to meet his. “Do you want me to let him reach a peaceful end? Put him back together? Turn time back so you can prevent him from getting hurt? There are many things I can do, Ghost. You only have to pick the option you desire.”

Ghost freezes. The intensity of her stare drilling into him. This is the moment of truth. He feels it. The real judgement. The one that will decide Johnny’s fate. The image of how he left the explosives sergeant lying motionless in bed is brought to the forefront of his mind. His mouth dries, and swallowing doesn’t help any. “I want you to come with me. I don’t, I don’t know what would be best. I don’t want him to die. But I don’t want him to hurt.” He recognizes he’s far past every other wall he’s ever stood up to protect himself emotionally. All of them are torn down in hopes that his actions can somehow help Johnny.

She stays silent for a few more moments. Staring him down. Then she hums. “Very well then. I suppose it’s been a while since I ventured out of my forest.” With a wave of her hand, tiny vials and herbs and jars start floating into a satchel hanging on a coat rack by the door. “And where exactly is it that we’re going then, Ghost?”

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He was my dad. He was the best man I’d ever known. Dedicated to his work and one of the best at his job. That’s what everyone used to say.

But things changed after the accident. And now I have two dads. One’s still the same as I always knew him. Except he doesn’t have a job anymore. The other one took a little getting used to.

My new dad is kind of rough around the edges. People try telling me he’s crazy and that he’ll hurt me eventually like he has other people.

I’m not scared though. I love my dads and I know they’re only trying to make the world a better place. And unless it came to chance, they’d never hurt me.

I’ve been given condolences ever since the accident. But I don’t get why. I have two great dads who would do anything for me. And I would do anything for them too.

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I’m back. Please humor me and tell me what you guys think of this. Would anyone read a story like this? The idea came to me from watching some old movies and too many ReelShort videos.

Don’t hate me for my border. I’m on mobile.

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After the betrayal of his father, a man cast out the family and followers of those who followed his wicked uncle. A few years down the line, after having his own kids with his wife and rebuilding their home to its former glory, all seems well once again.

This is until his young daughter sneaks away from her babysitter and gets caught in a could be fatal run in with some local thugs. The girl is saved by a young boy from the exiled lot, not that she cares for the boy’s background. Instead she attempts to become his friend although he is emotionally stunted. When the parents of both children arrive on the scene, a fight nearly breaks out between them. The mother of the boy knew the price for returning to the plentiful homeland; death. Upon being reasoned with, the girl's father gives the mother-son duo a warning instead in thanks for saving his daughter’s life.

The girl gets warned that night by her father to not trust those who were exiled as they hurt their family in the past. Meanwhile, the boy is convinced by his mother that he is the key to them reclaiming their home. From here, both children spend their formative years getting taught how to lead their people and take over their family once they become adults.

It’s years down the line and the girl is getting ready for her coming of age ceremony. She knows how overprotective her father is and makes him swear to let her do it on her own. When she finds out he betrays his word, she sets away from their home to complete her mission. Unbeknownst to her, the enemy family has chosen this same day to enact their own revenge.

Having manipulated the failure of the girls coming of age ceremony, the boy inserts himself as her savior once more and puts in a plea to her father to be allowed into their home and be judged off of his own actions rather than those who raised him. In thanks for saving his daughter's life once more, the man gives the boy a trial period to ensure his actions are genuine.

For the next few weeks, the two teens become close and romantic tensions bloom between them. The boy feels guilty because while he is falling for the girl he spends so much time with, he knows his family is still relying on him to kill her father.

Things come to a head when the father takes the boy on a tour of their home to explain the meaning behind his choice for exiling his family and his mission to protect his people. Things take a turn for the worst when the boy's family ambushes them while on their outing and gravely injures the father. Before the man is rushed off by his advisor and friends, he’s made aware that the boy was in on the plan the whole time.

Upon making it home, the father tells his people of the boy's betrayal. When the boy comes to seek refuge and plead his case, none but the man’s daughter listen to him. The father casts the boy into exile and ensures he’s escorted out of their home by his people.

Heartbroken at the loss of her boyfriend, unwilling to believe that he would wish to kill her father, and angry at her father’s decision, the girl snuck out of her home in a bid to run away with her boyfriend and start their own life.

Back home, the two families started warring against each other. Once again, it was a fight for their homeland. In the end, the two teens rush back to their homeland to convince their families that the fight is pointless. All but the boy's mother decide to call off the fight. In fact, she winds up dying due to an accident that the girl did her best to save the woman from but was refuted. In the end, the exiled family is welcomed back to the homelands and true peace is brought to the land.

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Creep

In the middle of the night when day comes anew there sit two. Watching over all, they wait til their time is done.

As their home breathes in and out at the will of the wind, not much else will alert them. But as one girl sits she can’t help but draw eyes to the end. There, no light from out seeps in. The void screams black and cold. There is but a dot, its red hue calling for one to near.

Snores break through the night. The trance is broken. It’s late they reason. No more shall be up ‘til sunlight.

Hold fast dear ones. Day shall come. Cold will reign. Hold fast, my girls. Your time will come. Once all are slain. Hold fast, all. ‘Til we get the call. To home we’ll go, never to see the snow.

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Captive

Standing at the entrance to the church, the blonde froze. Her joyful beam frozen on her face, her eyes cracked. Looking around the whole of the hall, a heaven feeling pooled in her gut. Seeing the saddened looks upon the faces of her parents and the angered and broken ones of the ruffians the truth set in.

Clenching her fist, the bouquet crumpled in her grasp. Screaming through her ears all she could hear was her mothers words on repeat. Oh how she should’ve known this would have happened. She was far too naive and gullible. Falling for the charms of a thief was almost textbook.

The emotion in her chest twisted and shifted, a rage growing deep within her. The ray of sunshine that once made up her being now shriveling up. The feeling ran through her veins and her hair bled from her new brunette to the pitchest of blacks, the flowers in her grasp withering away to dust.

At the sight, the guests gasped and screamed in abject horror. An enraged scream tore from her lungs and shattered the windows of the building, shadow streaks escaping from her and staining the floor and pews closest to her in the familiar shape of the once golden sun. The sound rang from the church through the whole of the kingdom waiting outside for the happy nuptials of the couple that would never be bonded.

Not if she had a say. No. Eugene Fitzherbert would pay for everything he’d done to her. She’d make sure of it. If it was the last thing she did.

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Rancor

With senior year being so hectic and the ever present threat of something going on in the streets of New York, the blonde was unable to get any time to herself. Lord forbid her father, Captain George Stacy, ever found out her secret. He would kick her to the curb himself.

Until he died. Her sweet little Peter Parker. The boy who cared. Who showed her the beauty in life despite the cruelty. They knew it would happen too. And that damned O’Hara held them back and watched as the life drained from his eyes. Staring up peacefully at the skyline he was just swinging through yesterday with her.

When she found out about the betrayal she went to storm the building in her fury and rage. Only to see her father staring at her in horror, the screens around them depicting the various acts she’s committed in her time as a spider. Whether they’d knew it’d happen or not, her father pulled his gun on her that day. And while she only remembered it later, her senses wouldn’t let her die and made do of this threat just like every other one before it.

Little Gwen Stacy wasn’t so good anymore. Those nasty spiders would pay. He would pay.

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It’s the Empire State Building TikTok account giving a shoutout to our one and only Percy Jackson for a happy birthday for me.

Noo but seriously I’m so mad I’m not gonna be there to see it tonight. 😩 Living for the fact that they’re celebrating it too tho

Happy birthday Percy!! 🥳

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Aaaaaaand we’re back! Gotta admit I diverted from writing for a bit to catch up on Lore Olympus cause I was wayyyy behind. But! Let’s get going shall we?

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Legacy of Spring

Part 2

Tilting his head, Ethan cheered as he won yet another round of his new favorite card game. “I win! That means you get to show me your home.” Getting up, the boy sprinted to go share the news with his mother, his father chuckling at his uncle’s expense.

“Shut up, Castellan. Like you could do any better.” An annoyed glare was shot to the blond as he went about picking up his cards and figurines, sending them back to his desk in his room.

The older man shrugged nonchalantly, a teasing smile on his face. “I’m not saying I could. But Ethan obviously got his skill from someone in the family.” Watching as both wife and son walked from the screen door, bulging backpack on the boy’s shoulders, he sighed. “Watch over him, will you? He’s never left home except to go visit his grandparents.”

A huff escaped the demigod. “Of course I will. He’s my nephew. Besides, if he can handle the Underworld, he can handle a couple days at camp. But I do want to be included in the next one’s life more.” With a teasing smirk, he met the rest of the family. “Ready?”

“I swear to Hades, Nico. If you let a single thing happen to my boy. You won’t even have to worry about my mother.” There was a protective look blazing in her glare as her pride and joy bounced around in anticipation. “Nothing too dangerous, okay? He’s only ten. I don’t care how good the healers are, I don’t want him to have to see them. But if something does happen, I want to be there. Okay? Okay?” Now addressing her son as well, her expression softened when she took in his joy.

“Don’t worry mom, I got this! And if it’s really as cool as Uncle Nic says it is, then maybe maybe I’ll go this summer. But it’s just this weekend. And I’ve got my gift in case anything happens.” Adjusting his backpack, he ran and gave her a hug before doing the same for his dad. “I love you guys!” With a final wave, he and his uncle disappeared into the shadows.

“He’ll be fine.” Pressing a reassuring kiss to her neck, he hummed. “Come on. Let’s get inside.”

Sighing one last time, the woman fiddled with her bracelet, an old nervous tic she had returning once more. “You’re right. He’s a fighter.” Resting her head on his shoulder she followed him into their house, it feeling quiet for the first time in years.

“Okay kid, here we are. Camp Half Blood. The place your parents met. Remember though, don’t go mentioning it. And if someone asks who your parents are, just come find me.” Looking down to make sure he was understood, he started down the path.

Slowly as to give time for his nephew to take everything in, he showed him around. “Down that way are the strawberry fields and the Big House. But you don’t need to worry about going there, just come to me if anything happens.”

When a horn sounded, the boy looked excited. “What’s that mean, Nic?” In his state, he didn’t notice the wings from his shoes start up and help him hover until he reached his uncle’s line of sight.

Sighing, the man shook his head. “That means it’s dinner time. You’ll sit with me. Ignore anyone else, alright?”

Drooping just a bit, the kid nodded and trailed after his uncle, spending the trek asking him questions. Reaching the mess hall once more, he scanned over the crowds of people, curiosity filling him as he took in all the different people and beings.

Sitting down, the boy grinned as all of his favorite foods appeared on the table. Serving a little more than he usually would for himself, he nearly vibrated in his seat. Looking at his cup and whispering, “pink lemonade.” Seeing it was indeed his favorite drink, he beamed brightly. “Awesome.”

Hearing the soft clop of incoming steps, Ethan sipped from his drink, eyes trailing to his uncle. “When’s it our turn to go?”

“Now. Come on.” Smiling down at him, he shot a sharp look at the intruder before leading him to the hearth. “Hades.”

Balancing his plate carefully, the blond whispered as he poured the best parts of his food into the fire. “Gran and gramps. Cerby too.” Smiling, he followed his uncle back to their table much like a duckling. Sitting down, he dug in, a warmth filling him as his prayers were heard.

“Nico. If you could bring your… guest to the Big House after dinner we can go about determining how to confirm his parentage. Until then, he really should be seated at the Hermes table like all new campers.” Chiron stood tall over the table and held a commanding presence. “Perhaps then you could tell us how you came across an unknown demigod before us.”

Much like his unbothered nephew, Nico barely drew his attention away from his food. “I don’t see why that’s needed. This is Ethan, he’s ten. I met his parents during my travels and they agreed to let him come with me to see if he would be claimed since he’s a legacy.”

Almost as if taunting them all, a pair of wings glowed dimly over the boy's head only to be outshone by a skull which was outdone by the light of a pomegranate. The silence in the hall was deafening. And to think it was broken by the child looking up and grinning, a soft “Cool.” leaving his lips.

Quickly taking this into account, Chiron cleared his throat and kneeled, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. “Hail, Legacy of Persephone, Kore, Goddess of Spring Destroyer of Light and Men. Queen of the Underworld.” Rising he looked between Nico and the boy, a familiar feeling tugging at his gut. “Do meet me after dinner, Nico.” Turning, he left as murmurs broke out amongst the campers.

Almost as if summoned, a group of three different people came to their table and sat down. “So, Nico… Didn’t realize you were one for kids. What’s the story behind that?”

A snort left Ethan as he came to finish his meal. Feeling eyes prodding at him, he glanced at his uncle. “You were right. They are all nosy.”

A smirk tugged at the man’s lips. “You can’t say things like that without pissing people off, brat.” Looking up, he studied the people before shrugging. “He’s not mine if that’s what you’re implying. But he’s family. My nephew, actually.”

Having caught their attention, sea green eyes studied the young boy, trying to piece which children of Persephone he knew that had a thing for a Hermes kid years back because obviously this one had been around for a while. “You’re ten? That’d put you being born… maybe a year after the war with the titans.”

Here is where the kid laughed to himself. “You all are weird.” Glancing at his uncle for permission, he dropped the ball on them. “I was born two months after the final battle. We had to wait until the fall until we could go visit my grandpa.”

Seeing as that was enough to distract them for the night, Nico rose, causing Ethan to do the same. “Come on, brat. Your mom would murder me if I let you stay up too late.” Ruffling his hair, he led the kid away. Once back in their cabin, he watched the kid get ready before going to bed. “Now to deal with the idiots.”

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Soooo guess who is back. And with a new obsession! Woot woot! PJO is something I’m diving headfirst into and while it’ll take me a bit to catch up to since I’m broke and gotta buy the books one by one per paycheck, I figured I could still have some fun.

This is in a world where Luke had a friend back at camp. One who was so torn up about him dying that she visited her mother and brokered a deal to get him back. A simple thing cause Luke deserves a bit of happiness too. Even if he’s not a huge figure in this. Might write more later. Also! Sorry for the shitty formatting. I’m doing this all on mobile from my notepad.

(UPDATE: This is a mini series now. Hope you enjoy the ride cause I am! Not sure how links work but I’ll try and figure that out. Might have to wait until I get back to my laptop in September though. Also, we got a title now!)

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Legacy of Spring

Part 1

“Mya? Is that you?” Moving closer and grin widening, the man laughed. “No way. I never thought I’d see you again. But here you are.”

“Mom! I got the cookies!” Running around the corner, a kid froze seeing his mother held up in an uncomfortable situation. “Mom?”

Tilting her head, the brunette looked warily at the blond. “I’m sorry. I really think you have the wrong person. Let’s go, Ethan. We’ve got everything we need.” Moving on, she took her son’s wrist and led him to the self check out, quickly speeding through so they could hurry home.

The inquisitive little boy knew something had obviously spooked his mother and he wasn’t down for that. He promised his dad that he’d protect her and it felt like failing him when someone made her unsettled. “Mom, who was that?”

Meeting his eyes in the rear view mirror, the woman smiled fondly at her son. “That was someone your dad and I used to know. We’d go to summer camp together. But I don’t want you to talk to him or anyone you ever see him with. Okay? Just come find me if they try bothering you. Understand?”

Ethan nodded slowly, smiling easily to appease his mother. “Of course mom.” Turning to watch outside the window, he got lost in thought.

It was sitting on the swings at the schoolhouse that Ethan saw them next. A week after the supermarket incident there were three standing on the other side of the yard. Just watching him. Though unnerved, the boy beamed when he recognized the form of a familiar black dog. “Cerby!” With a wide grin, he ran across the yard and embraced the dog.

The pale figure watched in shock and contemplation as this random kid got friendly with his father’s guardian. Turning and meeting the pointed and upset expressions of his companions he nodded slowly. Crouching down, he addressed the kid. “Hey brat. Didn’t your mom ever tell you to not run up to strangers?”

The blond scrunched his nose in distaste as he peered up at the adult. “And didn’t your dad ever teach you to mind your business? I know Cerby and I know he’d protect me from anything. Right, Cerby?”

Barking in agreement, the hound licked the boy. Turning he seemed to glare at the trio in warning. Preparing to release another bark, his attention shifted and a whine escaped him. Nudging the boy, he led him a short ways away.

Turning just down the corner came an angry brunette. “Heroes of Olympus my ass. I don’t care who you are or what you want. But you will leave my son alone. Ethan, we’re going home.” Picking her son up, she spared a sizzling glare to the trio.

“Mya, wait!” Grabbing her wrist, he pleaded. “I don’t care about anything else. Just… you’re safe. Right? Happy?” When there was no response, he read the answer from her expression.

Two weeks later, Ethan was playing in the high field of flowers laughing as he and Cerberus took turns chasing one another. From a bit away sat his parents, Mya laid down, resting her head in her husband’s lap as he braided her hair gently.

The wind seemed to still as a crack in the earth tore open and from its flaming depths, a couple seated in a chair of petals rose up. With childish glee, the boy screamed and ran towards the duo. At the same time however both child and parents recognized the appearance of a third figure. From behind the chair came the same pale figure that was at his school.

“Mother!” Storming across the field, the woman scooped up her child and held him close as her husband came to join them. “You promised.”

“Oh darling…” Turning to glare at Hades, the goddess sighed. “Trust me. It wasn’t my idea. But your father is right. It’s time for a family reunion. So will you do the introductions or will I?”

Seeing the standstill his family was at, the blond pursed his lips, a baby sneer on his face as he looked over the stranger. “Considering you obviously weren’t taught manners, I’ll do it. I’m Ethan Charles Castellan, son of Mya and Luke Castellan. And you are?”

A smirk tugged at the man’s lips as he approached closer now. “I’m Nico di Angelo, son of Maria di Angelo and Hades. I guess that makes you my nephew, brat.”

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Heyyy y’all so here’s another fic. Think this one might be a bit longer. Something you’ll learn quickly with me is that I’m a big 2012 Avengers kind of girl sooo they all totally live together in the tower. I will fight people on this.

Uhh. Heads up, I’m gonna say there’s some emotional abuse/neglect themes in here? Idk but here’s a trigger warning for that just in case.

Popping through the bright and disorienting glitches, a short-statured figure stepped into the brightly lit living space of Avengers Tower. “Peter B. Parker, you piece of shit! How dare you give my brother a going away present and not me. What the fuck man?” Blinking slowly, she stared at the bewildered duo in front of her. “You’re not the Peter I’m looking for.” Frowning she tugged on her sleeve, groaning as her watch glitched before going black. “I’m literally going to strangle him.”

Speaking from behind the mystery person, a blonde raised her pistol. “Just who are you and how did you get here?” Looking from the stranger to Peter, she frowned. “Peter, how do you know her?”

The teen merely shook his head rapidly, stuttering through his response. “Miss Romanov, Mr. Stark, I swear, I have never seen this girl in my life. I don’t know who this is.”

Laughing to herself, the unknown girl took a look around the room. “Nice place you got here. Kinda reminds me of those comics Miles reads.” She gave them an easy smile. “Sorry about dropping in like this, I was given the wrong coordinates I think. The name is Angelica Morales, I’m from Earth-1610, Brooklyn to be exact.” Gaze having been taken in all of the occupants of the room, she gasped. “Tom?! What the hell are you doing here? I thought you said you were visiting your family in New Mexico. Speaking of, how come I still haven’t gotten a postcard?” Pausing she added on, “You know, Aunt May and Liv asked about you.” She nodded slowly as she took a seat in a chair. “Nevermind, this is totally making sense. I knew you never had family in New Mexico. Can you help me fix my watch? It might just be outta juice.”

The taller form of Loki merely groaned as he shook his head. “Morales, you utter idiot.” He sighed as he walked over to her. Tilting her head, he checked her eyes, frowning at the glitching every so often. “How long have you been jumping? Does your brother know about this?”

She shrugged halfheartedly. “I dunno. We don’t talk all too much. One of us is usually on patrol or at school. Mom’s been busy at work since that Wuhan flu came over. Dad is usually trying to clean up Mile’s messes. I visit Gwen and Noir a lot. They get it, ya know?” She avoided meeting his eyes, knowing just what she’d see if she did.

“You need to stop doing this. If I help you get home, you need to stay home. You’ve got a life worth living, people who need you where you belong.” Pausing, he nodded before picking her up. “I know what you need. Come along.” Dragging her towards the elevator, he called out. “Don’t mind us. She’ll be returning home soon enough. She can be trusted, who wouldn’t trust a friendly neighborhood Spider-Gal?”

The teen punched the god and huffed. “Don’t freaking call me that. I hate that stupid name.” Her eyes rolled when the elevator was shut before they could walk in. “Oh, that’s classy.” Waving her hand, a cluster of spiders appeared from the cracks and forced the doors open.

Tony sputtered in his shock and was drawn out by Peter’s gasps. “Ohhh my god! That is so cool! That’s like, you’re like Ant-Man with spiders!” The teen quickly moved closer to the duo. “How did you do that? Who are you?”

She glanced back at him curiously. “Didn't I tell you already? I’m Angelica Morales. And you’re the Spider person of this universe I’m guessing?” She nodded and shrugged. “Nice to meet you but I’d hate to get attached seeing as Tom here will probably rat me out to the others.”

When the elevator dinged with the arrival of a new person, they all looked at it and most were surprised to see an unfamiliar, moderately overweight man wearing a Spider Suit and eating a burger step through. “Well if it isn’t my favorite Spider Gal! You know, Spam is pretty worried about you. So’s your brother. Cmon, I’ll get ya home.”

Snorting, she shook her head. “Miles hasn’t even noticed I’ve been gone. Don’t feed me bull, Parker. What are you even doing here?”

He waved off her dismissal of her brother’s worry. “Kids these days. I got bored. MJ and I are kinda in a rough spot again and I thought it might be better to give her some time. I’m guessing that’s how you ended up here?” He nodded along with her. “Yeah, there’s not much to do here. Turns out the Avengers are all real here and crime is considerably lower here. Nice vacation spot really. Hey Tom.” Pulling his watch out, he started fiddling with it. “I’m gonna have to swing us by Constantine’s place real quick though.”

“Ewwww. Do we have to? That guy gives me the hella creeps. And you never know if he’s gonna be entertaining guests.” Her nose scrunched in disgust at the thought of walking in on that again.

“Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before going dimension-hopping. I mean, honestly. How irresponsible are you? Miles doesn’t act like this. What were you even doing?” He rolled his eyes at her actions. “We’ve been over this. The suit is more than just a suit. It’s a responsibility and if you’re going to wear it then you’ve got to be serious about it.”

She shrunk in on herself a bit as she looked away. Nodding, she put her hands in her hoodie pocket. “Right.”

Waiting for the elevator to come, Peter huffed. “And then you go and do this. You start daydreaming when people try talking to you, that’s not professional. You’re bound to get someone hurt or worse at that point. Remember the Gwen that died because Peter could reach her in time? Do you want that to happen? Do you want to end up like your Peter Benjamin Parker? I mean, come on kid. You’ve gotta think about this stuff. If you don’t get your act together, Miles is gonna get swept into your mess and get hurt because of you. And he’s a good kid. And I doubt Gwen would be happy with you if you let something happen to Miles.”

Clenching her fists in embarrassment, she retreated further into her hoodie. Heart sinking it clicked that most people really just cared for Miles over her.

Quickly seeing the signs of a villain origin story in progress, Loki stepped up. “You know, Parker. I can get her home. Straight home. I’m not busy, you should probably go fix things up with Mary Jane.” He waved his hand.

Eyes glazing over, the man looked down and fiddled with his watch. “I should fix things with Mary Jane. I’ll head home now.” Walking through the portal, he left the glitches popping away soon after.

Spinning around to face the teen left behind, he squatted to her level. “How long has that been going on?”

She shrugged mutely. “It’s always gone on. But it just happens more often now. Miles is very flashy with what he does when he’s on a watch. I try to not end up in the news. So people end up thinking he’s doing all the work and I’m just goofing off.”

His eyes softened as he nodded in understanding. “Well, I know you’re not. And you know you’re not. And Parker’s have never been the socially smartest. Who do you need?”

She teared up at the question. “I just want to go back to how things used to be. I want to say sorry. And I want to be quicker. Uncle Aaron understood. He got me. But…”

“But he’s gone, Angie.” Looking at her watch he sighed before dropping and smashing it. “Oops. You’ve got to stay here longer until we really fix that. You’ll stay in my room. I’ll sleep in the library. Okay?” He shot a warning glare at the other adults. “Friday can you guide Angie here to my room?”

“Of course, Reindeer Games.”

Giggling, the girl smirked. “Reindeer Games? Gwen would get a kick out of that.”

His eyes narrowed. “And she won’t find out unless you want her to know who was really behind the spiked eggnog. Right?”

Nodding rapidly, she stepped into the elevator. “Oh of course. Of course. It’s not that funny anyway.”

Loki sighed as he faced the team of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. “So, what exactly must I do for her to stay here for a week.”

His brother crossed his arms, a serious look on his face. “Where exactly did you meet these people, brother?”

Cap quickly added in. “And, what exactly was all of… that?”

The god groaned thinking things over before giving in. “Sometimes when I’m bored I’ll spend a few days in other realities. Hers is one I visit a lot. Very chaotic every now and then and very interesting. The day the original SpiderMan from her reality died, both she and her brother were bit by a radioactive spider and wound up getting powers. They helped save all realities with another group of Spider Folk and every now and then they’ll visit each other. But seeing the glitching in her eyes, it’s obvious she’s spending more time in realities other than her own. I’m running a risk letting her stay here a week but she needs someone actually caring for her for a while but I doubt you’ll exactly let me out of sight for a while.”

Tony snorted and shook his head. “You’ve got that right. Doesn’t this all seem a little crazy? I mean, other realities? You sound like Strange. Just send the kid back wherever they came from already.”

The tall man winced and pointed to the busted watch on the floor. “You see, that was her only way back home. And it’s kinda really broken. I never learned how to fix them, but she knows. Honestly, you won’t even notice she’s here.”

Walking out of the elevator once again, the teen grinned. “Dude. Is this why he called you Reindeer Games?” She laughed and jingled the ornaments and bells she hung on it. “This is awesome.”

Sighing deeply, he looked at her before frowning. “No-no-no. You’re not wearing your suit. Gods forbid people begin to think there’s another Spider Teen running around.” Looking around, he paused between Nat and Wanda. “Could you change her? She’s more casual with her clothing than anything.”

The redheads looked from Loki to the self-entertaining teen before sharing a glance. With a nod, Wanda beamed. “We’d be happy to. A week, right?” At his nod, she clapped before walking over. “Hi, I’m Wanda and this is Natasha, Nat, or Natalia. You never know which one you’ll get. Cute suit but we should get you something more comfortable. Cmon.”

Waving a black card in the air, Nat grinned. “Thanks for the card, Stark!” She laughed with Wanda as they ushered the teen in and down to the garage.

The man only gasped in shock at the situation before spinning towards Peter. “Kid. You stick with me or you go home. I don’t trust this. It’s too much.”

Eating the odd food, Angie looked around, a soft smile on her face.

A throat cleared and Tony looked from Steve to the new teen. “So, uh, kid. What exactly do you do? I mean, you’ve gotta have a life, right?”

She nodded happily. “Oh yeah, totally.” Pausing to take a drink, she explained. “My brother and I both got these full-ride scholarships to Brooklyn Vision’s Academy. It’s pretty cool. We stay there during the week and go home on the weekends to visit our parents. We trade off Spider Watch every other night so we can get sleep and ahead on school work.”

Looking mischievous, a certain god chimed in. “Didn't you mention you were going to try out for a few clubs this year?” He chuckled at her flustered expression. Inside, he felt pleased to see just how well she was taking to people.

Wanda gasped excitedly. “You didn’t mention any clubs earlier. My brother and I always dreamed of going to school. I wanted to join an art club. But he wanted to do sports instead.”

The teen gladly took the opportunity to escape. “Oh, that’s pretty cool. I didn’t know you had a brother.” She drooped when she still received expectant stares. “Well I uh, I got into the Honors Society. Modern art was a joke so I didn’t stick around long. But Ji Min teaches me how to play the piano every Wednesday. Which is pretty cool cause then Noir and I have concerts after we finish beating up the Nazis.”

Steve choked on his drink as Bucky cracked up. “Beating up the what now?!” He glared at Loki heavily. “You think that’s some kind of joke? You let people live in a world ruled by Nazis?”

She quickly came to her friend’s defense. “Hey hey. The Nazis aren’t in my world. Noir lives in, like, the forties. And they’re not like… World War II Nazis. More like, American Neo-Nazis.” She pointed and nodded along with Nat and Clint who’s expressions turned to understanding.

This obviously did not help Steve at all as he gasped in shock. “American What?!”

Nat shrugged, figuring she understood enough. “Correct me if I’m wrong. But there’s a growing population in the United States that feel as if their jobs and homes are being taken up by immigrants and so they’ve started acting out. Mass shootings, terrorist attacks, major right propaganda.”

The young teen nodded. “Yeah, it’s crazy. Back in my world, over a thousand of them stormed the capitol building like, two weeks before the inauguration of our new president. That was like last year though.”

Loki sighed, a smirk on his face. “You find humor in the strangest of things. But I can tell when a person is dodging a question. So fess up.”

Drooping, she glanced at him. “Can it wait till later?”

He paused before his eyes lit up. “Will you show me your work? And don’t tell me you haven’t done anything, I can tell that’s a lie.”

She rolled it over in her head before nodding. “That’s fair. So, what do you do when you’re here?”

Bucky chortled. “You mean besides drive Tony mad? I mean, he hasn’t tried killing anyone lately. Or died recently.”

“Honestly, this stuff is wicked.” Laughing as she fiddled with a web shooter, she raised the volume on the music in the lab.

Peter joined in her laughter as Harley and Shuri merely rolled their eyes. “How are you so good with fixing those? They take forever.”

“Ooh ooh! Let me! I have a theory that since you’re more of the natural type of web-slinger, you’re able to visualize just what is needing an adjustment.”

Glancing at Shuri in a mildly impressed manner she hummed. “Great theory. But sadly, no. I don’t sleep easy so I read through like, all of the Spider Suit manuals. It’s like second nature now.”

Just as Harley was about to speak, a glitch appeared and caught their attention. Blinking, he turned to their newest member. “Did your watch just turn on?”

Stepping through, Miles Morales looked around before his eyes rested on his sister. “Where have you been? Bed empty! No note! Suit gone- could have been kidnapped- out of my head with worry- did you care?- never, as long as I’ve lived- you wait until mom and dad get home, they’ve never had issues like this from me-“

She rolled her eyes. “Miracle Miles,” she muttered.

“YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF MY BOOK!” yelled Miles, tossing his hands in the air. “You could have died, you could’ve glitched out, you could have gotten this Spider-Person killed-“

It seemed to go on for hours before Loki finally arrived with Tony in tow along with Wanda and Pietro. “Ah, Miles, always a pleasure to see you.” The god chuckled humorlessly. “Why don’t you calm down?”

Having stepped out from the glitch and closed it, Gwen took a look around the room before tilting her head. “This is where you’ve been?”

As Miles exploded on Loki, Angie shrugged and nodded before handing the web-shooters to Peter. “I left some adjustments in the manuals. You’ve got a great thing going for ya.”

The teen smiled halfheartedly as he looked from her to the shooter. “You do too. It was awesome meeting you. Don’t be afraid to visit or we’ll just have to go and kidnap you.”

They shared a laugh before she shook her head and sighed. “Nah. I think this might be it for me for a while.” She hugged him before giving Shuri a fist bump. “Good luck with your Vibranium anal beads.”

The princess smirked before looking her down. “Good luck with your piano lessons, Mozart.” She stepped back when Harley came up. Sharing a glance with Peter, they moved to Tony’s side to give them a moment.”

“So it’s time, then?”

She nodded slowly, biting her lip as she tried meeting his eyes. “Yeah, it is. But don’t miss me too much Iron Legion.”

The brunet sighed before he finally looked at her. Taking her hand, he squeezed it as he gave her a brave-looking smile. “I’ll see ya soon. Alright? Even if I gotta make a deal with a god of lies. Don’t miss me too much.”

A fond look shined in her eyes. “Oh, shut up.” She hugged him tightly with a sad smile. “Let’s maybe work on surviving glitches before we make any plans, okay?” Before either of them could say anything else, she stepped away and walked over to Tony. “You know, old man, you’re not that bad.”

The shade cover man shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, kid. You’re not that bad either. Next time, don’t pop into random people’s living spaces, yeah?” Nodding, he paused. “Oh, and here’s your allowance for the week. I’ve seen the work you did on the boys’ suits, pretty good stuff there.” He held out a wallet for her.

Tilting her head, she opened it and a soft gasp escaped her. “Tones, this is crazy. I can’t accept this. I don’t even know if it’ll work in my world.”

He chuckled. “Oh. It will. This is one of the two realities where your allowance does transfer over. Doctor approved. In fact, he told me to hand you the card that’s there in the back.” He leaned forward and whispered, “We have a bet. Let me win and I’ll find a way to get the twerps to you. He wins and apparently, there’s a surprise you’ll like but if I tell you, then it doesn’t come true. Sooo, do with that as you will. But I’ll totally add another five k to your allowance right now if you prove me right.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Don’t bother, Stark. Doc already caught me up. Thank you though.” Pocketing the wallet she walked up to her brother. “Are you ready? Brooklyn needs their Spider-Man, don’t you think?” She smirked playfully before nodding at Gwen. “Whenever you’re ready.”

The blonde nodded slowly, taking one more look around the room before turning on her watch causing the glitch to appear. “Next stop, Earth-616.” Her eyes narrowed at the girl’s panicked look. “What?”

She looked back at Tony, “Still one of two?”

The man nodded with a sad sight in his eyes. “One of two until you’re gone. One of two until you decide.”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded to herself. “One of two, one of two, one of two.” Closing her eyes, she fell back into the glitch, tensing up as she hears the tell-tale sound of web-shooters. With a wince, she bounced up into space, face stopping inches before she met the ground.

“Go on Miles, I’ll close this up.” Gwen gave her boyfriend a smile before he jumped in after his sister. Pausing, she looked at Loki, a calculating look in her eye. “She doesn’t have her watch.” Nodding as he smirked, she went on. “Miles says they’re pulling her from school and taking away the suit. She won’t stick around long after that.”

The man merely hummed. “Let’s hope someone finds her before she glitches then. Goodbye Gwanda, do learn how to choose better partners for yourself, yes?”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Stay in your lane, ‘Tom’. And don’t get caught. I hear the mafia is being helpful lately. Might want to look into that.”

“Always a pleasure with you.” Chuckling as she and the glitch disappeared, he nodded at tony. “She’ll be with Noir within the month. Usually, he’s hard to find considering how often he moves around. But, Anansi owes me a couple of favors so I figure we can figure that out quickly.”

Harley stepped up with an upset look on his face. “What, so she runs away and they figure what she needs is to be ripped away from the people she does interact with? What do they expect her to do? They’re just pushing her away. Why does she have to go back?”

His father figure sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Harls, you knew she was going back. This was supposed to only be for a week, maybe less. We’re lucky we got the time with her that we did. She has things she needs to do, figure herself out. We’ve got a plan and if she’s waiting for us in two weeks, then it’s settled either way.”

Sitting on her bed, Angie looked around her room for the last time. She sighed, grabbing the picture of her with her Uncle Aaron and Miles under the subway that day everything changed. Placing it in her bag, she got up and put her phone in her desk drawer.

Peeking her head in, Rio smiled sadly as she walked into her daughter’s room. “You know that we hate to do this, but it’s what’s best for you. You need help. We’ll visit every weekend we can. Okay?” She gave her a shaky smile before pulling her into a hug. Though surprised she wasn’t pushed away, she smiled and held her tighter. “Be strong alright? You’ll be home before you know it. I love you, baby girl.”

Pulling away, the girl hefted her bag onto her shoulder then nodded. “I’m gonna miss the taxi.” Walking out she felt a weight pull off her chest as she left the house she grew up in. “Please don’t let Miles look in my journal. Those are my sketches and I want to keep them to myself.”

Just as her mom was about to respond, her dad cut in. “Then you should’ve thought about that before you started acting out. You see, this is what I feared would happen. I only hope we’re knocking this out of you before you wind up like your uncle.” He stayed strong despite the harsh reactions from his family. “Now, you have one stop in Queens, but if you don’t arrive at the health center by nine, I am going out there myself and will not stop until you are taught just how to act like a responsible adult. Am I understood?”

Swallowing, she nodded, keeping her eyes from meeting his. “Crystal clear, sir.” Turning, she walked out of the house and rushed into the back seat of the taxi. “The Delmar’s in Queens, can we stop there? I’ll buy you some food too.”

Meeting the eyes of the teen, the driver nodded with a smile. “Sounds like a plan kid. Nobody coming with ya?”

She shook her head. ”Nah. Just me. It’s better this way.”

“I get ya.” Waving to the parents watching them, he started driving. “My little sister went to the center when she was younger. One of her stupid exes really messed her up. I beat up the fool with my brothers, but she needed to figure herself out on her own. Three years she was there and it turned out, all she needed was to find new people. Moved to Cali and she’s been great since. Married her penpal, even has two sons of her own. We usually go out and visit them for the holidays.”

Angie smiled to herself at the talkative nature of her companion. “Yeah? That sounds nice. My brother’s girlfriend and two of our coworkers were pretty understanding of everything. They were there for me, you know? It just… it wasn’t enough. I’d see them and all I could see was my uncle. I ran off for a while before my brother and her found and dragged me back home. I miss the people I met.”

“What were they like? They treat you good?” He glanced at her, worried she might have met the wrong people.

She laughed at his question. “Oh, they’re great. They’re all kinda damaged in their own way, but they look after one another. A family. They took me in, you know?”

The driver frowned now in confusion. “You were happy?”

With a nod and a hum, she responded. “The happiest I have been in a while. It’s been rough without them.” Getting a bit down, she nodded to the radio. “Can you turn that up?”

“You know what, I have Apple Music. Play whatever you want. You’re about to go to the nineteenth century.” He handed her his phone and when music started playing. “International?”

She hummed in agreement. “One of my friends lived in Romania for a few years. And these twins lived in Ukraine most of their lives. So the Top 100 playlists were always fun to listen to.”

Nodding in understanding, he bobbed along to the music. “Alright. I can dig it. Pretty good stuff. Is it all foreign? I know the Latin Hits usually have a lot from the States and England.”

“Same here, really. Never know what to expect next.” For the next half hour, they rode in silence, sometimes singing and laughing along with the lyrics.

Once they reached Delmar’s, the driver opened the door for her. “Damian, Damian Wayne. I know that look in your eye, I had it too. You gonna be good?”

She blinked slowly before slowly nodding, a chuckle escaping her. “I’ll be fine. But what about you?”

He shrugged. “I figure we took so long at Delmar’s my cab got towed. I was so busy trying to figure out what to do, you slipped right past me. Don’t worry about the fees, I know a guy. Now, I hear these subs are amazing.” He entered after her.

“I heard that too.” Grinning brightly, she ordered her favorite and paid for both of their meals, with dessert. “Man, this is great. She laughed as they traded stories over lunch.

Just as they were finishing up, Damian pointed at her. “Hey, you better stay alive, alright? And I better be the first inter-reality godfather or man of honor. Got it?”

She flushed with embarrassment. “I don’t know about any for sures, but you’ll get an invite if there does happen to be an occasion. But I expect the same.” When he nodded, she smiled and gave him a fist bump. “You’re like, the coolest taxi driver I’ve ever met.”

He gestured as if it were obvious. “I mean… What can you expect?” Laughing, they walked out. “Oh no, my taxi got towed. Oh crap.” Grabbing his phone, he winked at her and turned away.

Looking at him one last time, she took off for an abandoned alley and using her necklace, she grinned as the familiar glitches welcomed her. “Time to beat my frustrations away.” Walking through, she felt something tug her back but kept going, knowing that she was making the right decision.

“There you are. I thought you got cold feet.” Hopping down from his crate, the man tossed a coat at her before walking off. “We’ve got business.”

Happily following, she put on the trench coat and kept her eyes forward, easily slipping into the persona she had when she stayed with Noir.

So caught up in the rumble and incapacitating the gangbangers, Angie failed to notice the tell-tale glitching that she was used to. Unlike his younger counterpart, Noir narrowed his eyes, quickly working harder to get through the known enemies that didn’t run off. Once they were dealt with or gone, he turned to face their guests, cleaning his knuckles off.

Letting out a slight breath, Angie huffed. “Bunch of pansies. Usually it takes longer to spook them.” Checking her hands, she started tending to any split skin as she rejoined her partner. “I think we got most of them though. You want me to play Get Help?” Looking up at her oddly more silent than usual partner she froze as she registered who had his attention. “Harls?”

With a smirk, the taller teen walked up, a chuckle developing as he did. “You are certainly something else. Never knew someone could look hot punching Nazis.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “Man, I’ve missed you.”

She laughed, eyes getting teary. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” When a couple of throats cleared, they pulled back a bit and she smiled at their audience. “Peter, meet Harley. Harley, this is Peter from Earth-90214, Spider Man Noir. Peter, this is also Peter from Earth-199999. Then we’ve got Tony, and you know Loki.”

The man dressed in monochrome nodded at them before refacing her. “You will be alright? You remember your pick up point? You will be there for at least a fortnight.”

With a laugh, she nodded in agreement. “I’ll be just fine. And I won’t be there, but I do remember. And thank you for this. I’m sorry for putting you into this position.”

He waved away her worry, lighting a cigarette. “It’s no problem. Your brother is a prat. If he isn’t careful, he will wind up like B Parker. Don’t forget to come every now and then.” He eyed Harley before shrugging. “You could do worse.” Turning, he started walking away. “If a hair on her head is damaged, I’ll make sure nobody can recognize your bodies. God or not.”

Peter released the breath he was holding, eyes wide in shock. “Holy cheese balls. He’s so cool. Are all of the Peter Parkers that cool? I mean, the Spider Folk? Cause that was crazy. Like, a French black and white mystery movie, crazy.”

The tall god shook his head in amusement. “Yes, Noir is quite an interesting fellow. But not all of them are that amusing. Let’s go back, shall we?” Opening the portal, he waved them through.”

Tony shot a look at the teens. “Don’t go messing around, okay? Save your reunion until we get back to the tower.” His eyes rested on the brunette. “It’s good to see ya, kid.”

She waved, a bright smile on her face. “You too, old man.” They laughed when instead of responding, he just walked into the portal.

Unable to hold it in, Peter blurted out, “Just wait until you see the upgrades we made to your suit.” Eyes wide, he dashed through the portal before he could say anymore.

Rolling his eyes, Harley glanced at the girl beside him. “He just can’t keep his mouth shut. I’ll see ya in a sec.” smiling brightly, he walked through the hole back to their world.

Before she could move to follow him, Loki stopped her. “I just need to check one last time. Are you sure about this? If you go back now we can make it seem like you were targeted and kidnapped and you just managed to escape. Whatever you decide, I can help you. But if you leave now, that’s it. We won’t be able to go back.”

She nodded, a sad smile on her face. “I know. I know what I’m putting aside and it’ll hurt. But I also know just what I’ll be gaining and I’ll be alright. This is what I want.” Without further ado, she walked into the new part of her life and her eyes widened as she faced the gathered crowd. “What…?’

With a chuckle, Pietro nudged her playfully. “Bet ya didn’t see this coming, huh?” He gave her a noogie as his sister rushed over and pulled them into a hug. “Oh I’m so happy to see you back again. We’ve all missed you. Some more than others.” She laughed to herself before they stepped back.

The girl took everything in, kind of pretty much stunned into shock. She was snapped out of it by Shuri who popped some of the confetti cannons with Clint and his kids. “Ta daa~! Welcome back, loser!” She chortled as the younger kids repeated right after her, much to their mother’s displeasure. Everyone else gave a similar version of the greeting, some nicer than others.

“Thank you, for proving me right.” Steven Strange stood behind the returned teen and gave a smile that only she could see. “You look good.”

She smiled right back at him and shrugged. “I feel good. And I definitely like this surprise.”

“I had a feeling you would.” He nodded towards the celebrating crowd. “I’ll leave you to entertain your guests. We’ll discuss your studies tomorrow.”

Looking around, the brunette bit her lip, feeling out of place in the church filled with casual dressy people all here for the same reason. Glancing up, she released a slow breath in a sad attempt to calm herself.

Breaking the woman from her torture, a deep voice interrupted her internal damnation. “I haven’t seen you around much, Minty.”

Jolting, she turned, beaming at the familiar monochrome man before her. “Pete! It’s good to see you.” Laughing, she pulled him in for a hug. “Sorry I haven’t visited. With R&D and Petro and Peitho, we’ve just had our hands full. I’m actually surprised I made it today…”

He nodded as he took a spot beside her. “Don’t think too much about it. Gwen invited me too. But no family?”

She shook her head, smile easing. “No. They’re still too young to sit through this kind of thing. Charity events are a mess of their own hell. I’d rather be on the streets those nights.”

Letting out a loud bit of laughter drew some attention to them and he sent his friend an apologetic glance. “Sorry, I just… That is far too funny. Only you would say that. I’m glad you’re doing alright. Send them my greetings.”

“Of course.” She glanced around nervously as some vaguely familiar people whispered, looked, and pointed at her. “Ugh. I hate the public.” Rolling her eyes, she raised an amused eyebrow to her companion. “Are you drunk or something?”

He shrugged. “Or something.” With a smirk, they fell silent along with everyone else as Miles went down the aisle.

Whispers filled the church again as a bridesmaid walked out, looking around through the crowd. When the ginger grinned and walked up to Peter and Angie, she tugged on the woman. “You’re not supposed to be here, silly. Gwen’s freaking out that you didn’t show. Come on.”

Eyes wide in shock, the girl looked back at Peter and glared as he cackled. “You knew about this?” Gulping, she quickly caught up with the stranger and followed her. “Where exactly are we going?”

Without answering, the ginger opened a door and pushed the older woman in. “I found her!” Giggling, she went to finish her makeup. “Silly was sitting with the guests.”

“Because that’s what…” Looking lost, she trailed off as she met the eyes of her friend. “Gwen… You, you look amazing.”

The blonde teared up as she laid her sights on the woman who’d been gone for years. “You actually came. It’s so good to see you. I couldn’t do this without you.” Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “I want you to walk me down the aisle. This is it for us, you coming back and me joining the family. Will you?”

Eyes wide in shock, she ran through things one by one. “Okay, firstly, stop crying. Your makeup cannot afford to be ruined. You can cry after you see Miles and get pictures.” She walked up and fanned her face to dry any tears. “Second, you want me to what?”

The younger woman didn’t budge. “I want you to walk me down the aisle. I already told your dad I had someone else in mind.”

She frowned, taking calming breaths before shaking her head. “I… I haven’t seen them in years. But you’ve warned them?”

“They know my choice will shock them. I think they figured I’d ask one of the Spider Gang. Well, they’re not wrong.”

Nodding, she sighed. “Then I’ll do it. It’s the least I can do for helping me out years ago. Besides, if anyone can reign my brother in, it’s you.” She looked around curiously. “How much longer?”

The same ginger from before smiled. “Marianne Jane, pleasure to meet the infamous Angelica Morales. We were supposed to be out there five minutes ago.”

Eyes wide in shock and sensing her friend's incoming panic, she took control. “Okay, everyone go out in order already. We’ll be right behind after touch ups.” Shooing them out, she nodded.

“You… did that really well. Like, scarily well. How did you do that?”

Angie grinned sneakily, fixing her friend’s makeup before they started walking. “Peter inherited Stark Industries. Harls took on a private contract with SHIELD and is their main tech creator. I got full reign of R&D so a lot of chaos management. Especially these past couple of years with the twins.” She laughed to herself.

When they got to the chapel doors, Gwen froze, the reality of the situation hitting her. “Oh I’m actually doing this. How will we do this? I can’t stay here long until I start glitching. And Miles won’t want to leave your parents. We really didn’t think this through.”

Raising an eyebrow in disbelief at her cool headed friend, she snorted. “I did bring you a wedding gift, you know. They match too. That way the connection goes both ways. I suppose I could toss in two more for the in-laws if that’s what you’d like.” She narrows her eyes and whispers as the music starts and doors open. “Don’t you dare cry.”

Blinking away the tears trying to escape, the blonde started walking, excitement filling her being as she walked closer to her future husband.

Miles beamed at his fiancée, proud that they managed to make it this far. So caught up in his thoughts, he barely recognized just who was walking her to him as they were two steps away. Heart stopping, he whispered, “Angie..?”

She winked at him before turning to Gwen and pulling back her veil. “You are stunning. You could’ve done better.” With a shared laugh, she turned to her brother. “You take care of her. I know how to find you otherwise.” Passing her hand, she took her new seat, doing a double take at her company before rolling her eyes. “Of course.”

Chuckling, the brunet leaned down, pecking her cheek before they sat up straighter. “I wasn’t going to miss this. Doc is watching the twins. You did great.”

“Shut up.” Pinching his side with a smirk she hummed. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she took his hand and watched the ceremony with a smile on her face.

As the ceremony ended and they walked out of the church, the man nodded to Peter before leading them over to the older man. “Haven’t seen you in a hot second. You been alright?”

The guy nodded. “I have, thanks. It’s been kind of quiet with everything over now. Good time for retirement as any.” His words didn’t shock the couple that much as they knew he’d been thinking about it.

“You say that now.” She laughed teasingly. “I wonder if you’ll last a week without the job.”

“Whaaaat? Noir, you're retiring? But why? What’re you going to do after? Who’s going to watch after your city?” Peter B Parker and Peter Porker stood in disbelief as they joined their old buddy and his companions.

When they got closer, Porker gasped in shock. “Oh my bleu cheese and rice. Sweet cheese and sprinkles. Hot diggity dog. Holy guacamole. Morales, is that you?” His exclamation drew more attention from those around them.

Easy smile being harder to keep up, Harley glanced at his companion to see how she’d react. Holding her hand, a safe look shone in his eyes.

Relaxing, the woman hummed. “I see you haven’t changed at all, Porker. Still as joke-filled as ever?”

The pig man laughed loudly and nodded. “Well of course. I would ask what you’re doing here but you know what they say, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” He cackled as his face shaped into that of a horse. “Oooh. Incoming SpiderMan.”

“Angie? Is that really you?” The man still in his tuxedo walked up, a confused and hopeful expression on his face. When they faced him, he gasped before looking between her and Gwen. “You, you got her to come. How?”

The blonde smiled. “My plan finally worked. You know she’d leave pictures in our safe spot to let us know she’s alright. Well I left an invite to the wedding for her. But I wasn’t sure if she’d come so I didn’t want to get your hopes up. Do you like your surprise?”

Eyes getting teary, he nodded, a watery smile pulling at his lips. “This, this is great. Thank you.” He kissed Gwen before turning and pulling his sister into a bear hug. “I’m so sorry we pushed you away. I just, I’m so glad to see you’re alright.”

She chuckled as she hugged the taller man back. After a bit, she took a step back. “I’m happy you’re doing alright too. And, I hope our wedding gift is welcomed?” Checking her purse, she frowned in confusion.

Snorting and shaking his head, her partner pulled the box from his suit. “You forgot them in the kitchen. Shuri made five bucks off of the twins.”

Flushing in embarrassment, she huffed. “I could’ve sworn I grabbed them. Thank you.” Giving him a soft smile, she turned and held the box out. “It’s kind of like a microchip. But you won’t have to worry about glitching out anymore. And if there’s any little Spiderlings in the future, there is a tracking feature in case they ever get away. Happens quite a bit when they’re young.”

The newlyweds were in such shock of her appearance and of her gift that neither noticed when they were joined by two more people. “Mija? Is that really you?”

Just as her husband was about to urge her away, the woman responded meekly. “Hi, mama.”

Crying, she threw her arms around her daughter and hugged her tightly. “Oh I just knew it was you that walked Gwen down the aisle. Your father always told me to stop getting my hopes up but I knew you’d come back. That I’d see you again someday.” She took a shuddering breath before going on. “I’m sorry mijita, I’m so sorry we sent you away. That you felt you had to run away. Could you ever forgive me?”

The younger woman felt like she was thirteen all over again as she shook her head. “Ma, I already forgave you years ago. I just, I had to do what was best for me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Trying to not get as emotional as his wife, he looked around the group, pausing as he met an unfamiliar face. “Who are you? Miles introduced me to the Spider Folk he knows. Unless you’re the one from where my daughter’s been.”

Blinking, the man shook his head with a small smile. “My apologies for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Harley, Harley Keener. The Parker from our world is my brother. Pete and Gwen asked for me to come today. Not that I’d leave Angie to come alone if she didn’t want to.”

Noticing the adoring look in the young man’s eyes, Rio's eyes widened in shock before she pulled back and held her girl’s hands, gasping when the rings shined softly in the daylight. “Oh my baby girl… We didn’t know you got married. I missed my baby girl’s wedding.”

Sighing as she figured it would come, she held her mom close. “It’s okay. We didn’t tell many people. It was more, people just happened to find out. We didn’t want to make a big deal of it.” Pulling away, she did fish an envelope from her purse and held it out to her mom. “We did take pictures though. And I should warn you that your grandkids are terrors if you’d like to meet them someday.”

Miles gasped in shock at that as Gwen went to look at the photos with his mom. “You have kids? But, but since when?” He looked between his sister and this Harley guy and that’s when it clicked. “Earth-199999… That’s where you’ve been? I remember you from that day we got her back.”

She nodded, smiling as she rejoined her husband’s side. Glancing around she hummed. “I think that’s enough about us now. Pretty sure your guests might be concerned something happened. I can come over another day and we can talk some more.”

Aight so this one’s got a bit of a sudden ending but hey. Open interpretation of how their relationship goes on from here. Like last time hope someone enjoyed, if not, oops. Have a good night/day.

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Aight so first post. Don’t hate me or anything. Figured I’d put up one of my more random stories I’ve written. What can I say? I’m a slut for villains. *shrug* Sue me.

Also I have no clue how tf the paragraph spacing works on this hellsite. Doesn’t help that I’m on mobile soo… Sorry for the formatting.

Watching the newly formed couple dance around the ball brought a strange ache to her chest. The murmurs from all the gossips didn’t help either. How embarrassing was this? Just yesterday things were being planned for her and the prince’s official courtship and now here he is, parading around with this ditz of a princess.

I mean honestly, what does he even see in her? Sure, that dress was gorgeous. And the shades of green complimented her skin so well and did a perfect job of making her eyes pop. Not to mention the way her hair quite nearly matched his own, despite that odd strip of white that was practically a beacon screaming for attention all on its own. Don’t even get her started on how-

Oh. Who was she kidding? Who wouldn’t find the young princess attractive? She was beautiful, seemingly inside and out, she had a way with people that made it hard to stay upset with her, and then there was the whole sense of mystery behind her considering her and her sister being locked within their castle for most of their lives. Indeed, Princess Anna of Arendelle would, and had, caught everyone’s attention. Even Ragna’s beloved Prince Hans Westergaard had become enraptured by the maiden just as much as said girl did with him.

When they even met, Ragna had no clue. She’d been by Hans’ side through the entirety of their trip, even with their chaperone trailing behind them as usual. Truthfully, the only time they’d been apart was for grooming and sleeping. Was it possible that he met the princess during one of these moments? It had to be.

Why didn’t he ever mention them meeting then? The plan had been for them to greet and congratulate both of the sisters together when they were formally introduced. And yet Hans went to meet the newly crowned Queen and princess on his own. And ever since then he’s been entertaining said princess like they’ve known each other as long as they themselves had been friends.

She won’t lie, it hurt being left behind like he did her today. At this point, the princess expected it from her siblings, it’s how she was treated her whole life for being the spare. While she did love her sisters at the end of the day, it couldn’t be denied that there was an animosity between them. As eldest and crown princess, Gunhild had been raised with a former hand in the, eventually assured, chance she would become queen. Then followed Ragna herself who was raised to become the ambassador for their humble kingdom, it was a job that terrified but suited her extremely well at the end of the day. Finally, little Eirunn was the cherished flower of the family, the miracle, she had been free to do as she pleased. And do so she had, for the youngest had fallen in love with and married a simple baker in the village just beyond the castle walls at the spry age of seventeen.

Snapping out of her thoughts as the song started reaching its end, the blonde spared one last look at the duo slipping outside the ballroom. Her heart breaking and resolve hardening, she mustered up the courage she’d come to be known for and walked up to the shorter line to introduce herself. Reaching the end, she stepped up and fell into a graceful bow before meeting stunning blue eyes with her own pair of grey. “Greetings Queen Elsa, I am Princess Ragna of Breala. It is an honor to have been invited to your coronation day and we thank you graciously. As the sun rises upon your reign, we pray that it is as prosperous for both of our kingdoms and that the alliance and trade between us flourishes as it has under our predecessors. As Royal Ambassador for my people, it would be my pleasure to be of your service should you require it.”

Frozen into silence, the blonde gaped at the younger woman in front of her. This, unfortunately, was stopped by her own Royal Advisor beside her much to her embarrassment.

Clearing his throat, the portly man gave the princess a practiced smile. “Princess Ragna, Arendelle thanks both you and your kingdom for their continued strong support that has been shown to us for decades now. Your presence here today is appreciated and on behalf of the royal family, we wish you an enjoyable time here in Arendelle.”

Biting her lip slightly, the woman gave a brave smile and nodded courteously. “Of course. Thank you for your time, your Majesty.” Rising from her final curtsy, she made to leave and spare herself any further embarrassment from this horrid night. This, of course, was halted by the Queen herself.

“Wait!” Flushing with her own bout of unsettlement, the woman flashed a nervous smile. “Wait. I should apologize, I didn’t mean to act so rude, princess.” Stepping down from her seat for the first time that night, she moved closer to the younger woman. “Would you mind sparing me a dance? I’d enjoy the chance to talk with you more. You’re obviously more experienced at this whole thing than I am.”

Blinking slowly as if to piece the situation together, it took the blonde a moment to respond. Giving her a shining smile, she nodded confidently. “I would enjoy that very much, your Majesty.”

Blush tinting darker, the other cut in, “Please, call me Elsa. It’s still going to take a while to get used to the new title.” She did her best to carefully lead them onto the dance floor, though it honestly wasn’t that hard considering nearly everyone moved aside as they came through.

Seeing the nervousness in glacier blue eyes, Ragna took the lead position. “Then I would enjoy it if you called me Ragna as well.” Once the music started, she carefully took the first careful movements. Carefully she spoke so no eavesdroppers could overhear, “A word to the wise, Elsa. Don't let others in on how nervous and inexperienced you are. They’ll hold it over you for quite a while.”

Taken aback by the harsh advice, the Queen hummed. “Thank you. I should hope you’re not of the sort since you’re warning me?” Carefully, she followed the younger woman’s steps as they moved around the room.

“Of course I’m not.” A snort escaped her at the thought and she shook her head. “I’ve been on the receiving end before and would hate to see it happen to someone else.”

“Oh?” Tilting her head, the slightly taller woman hummed. “I admit, it’s hard for me to imagine you doing such a thing. You seem so composed as it is.”

A melancholic sigh escaped her at the other’s admission. “If only.” Spinning the woman carefully, she smiled. “No, it was my… second trip as Ambassador, my father still accompanied me but he spent most of the meeting in silence, the Duke was… upset by this. So of course, when I skipped ahead of our agenda to talk about our wool trade rather than the frequency of my future visits, he was quick to make a fuss of it and goaded my father into action.”

An angered look took hold of Elsa’s expression as her story continued. “That’s terrible! And he thought his behavior was appropriate? I mean, it was your second trip. And, I would think that trade would be more important than how often you’d visit. Honestly…” She blinked as she heard the charming giggles of the girl before her. “I fail to see how this is funny.”

She shook her head, tresses trailing after her. “No no, it’s just.. Your reaction is just how Hans reacted when I recounted the tale with him. Of course, his choice of words was… rougher at the moment. But don’t worry, father wasn’t pleased with the Duke’s reaction either, we left the island sooner than expected and ceased trade with them. In our eyes, if you can be so ignorant and rude to the Ambassador, he could have been worse to our tradesmen. We protect our own, no matter their status.”

Eyes softening fondly, the Queen hummed. “That’s very admirable of your family. Not many kingdoms care as much for their people. Not like that at least.” She sighed and looked around, a thoughtful look on her face.

Taking the hint that the woman needed a moment to think, Ragna looked around the room, basking in the atmosphere. She noticed the stares and chatter of those around them, and no wonder. By the ache of her feet, it was easy to tell that her and Elsa had been dancing together far longer than she had realized. “Would you-“ Before she could finish, they were interrupted by a slight commotion behind them.

“Excuse me. Pardon.”

Suddenly, the princess came into view as she moved through the crowd. “Sorry. Can we just get around you there? Thank you. Oh, there she is. Elsa! I mean, Queen.” Anna curtseys as she reaches her sister. “Me again. Um… may I present...“ Here, she takes Hans' hand and brings him next to her. “Prince Hans of the Southern Isles.”

Hans’ sudden appearance with the Princess of Arendelle wrought a sinking feeling deep in Ragna’s gut. The fact that he’d yet to acknowledge her at all hurt her more than when he first abandoned her.

Hans bows politely at his que. “Your Majesty.” They both laugh and start talking at the same time, “We would like…” Their eyes meet and Hans continues for them. “Uh...your blessing…” They laugh again as they say together, “Of...our marriage!”

Elsa looks shocked and confused at this announcement, not noticing the shock and pain crushing her companion. “Marriage?”

“Yes!” Anna cheers happily, looking sickeningly infatuated with the ginger.

The blonde shook her head slowly. “I'm sorry, I'm confused.” Feeling a pressure squeezing her hand, she returned the gesture thinking it was meant to help keep her grounded. Little did she know, it did the same for the person who initiated the action.

Her younger sister looked at her fiancé curiously as if thinking about it for the first time. “Well, We haven't worked out all the details ourselves. We'll need a few days to plan the ceremony. Of course, we'll have soup, roast, and ice cream. And then... “ She turned to Hans here. “Wait. Would we live here?”

“Here?” Elsa’s voice cracked at this.

Still having not noticed their full company, he nodded excitedly. “Absolutely!”

Seeing the man she’d loved for years now seem so excited to marry this new woman broke something inside of the blonde. Before coming, never had there been a suspicion that Hans’ feelings differed from her own.

Elsa shook her head slowly, trying to catch up. “Anna…”

Not realizing all that was going on with her beloved sister, she went on. “Oh, we can invite all twelve of your brothers to stay with us.”

This further news frightened her deeply and her tone started shifting. “What? No. No, no, no, no.”

Misunderstanding what she had meant, the younger girl falsely assuaged her sister’s concerns. “Of course we have the room. I don't know, some of them must…”

Finally raising her hands to put a stop to this, she pulled away from her partner. “Just wait. Slow down. No one's brothers are staying here. No one is getting married.” Turning to her partner, she smiled weakly. “I apologize for this, I know you must not have been expecting this, Ragna.”

It was then that the happy couple took notice of the silent bystander. Eyes widening in shock, Hans gaped. “Ragna, I-“

Swiftly cutting him off, the blonde smiled as she shook her head. “No, forgive me from intruding Elsa. Family matters are far more important. It was my pleasure being able to dance with you.” Turning, she faced the couple and curtsied. “Prince Hans, Princess Anna, I wish you the best in your relationship and that Freyja and Frigg smile upon you both. If you’d excuse me.” Surprised her voice didn’t crack, she made to leave the situation but was stopped by the younger girl.

“Oh thank you for the well wishes, Ragna.” Anna giggled, not noticing the wince from both her fiancé and sister. “I’ll make sure the Queen sends you an invitation to our wedding for being the first to congratulate us. Who and where should we address the letter to?” It was painful how ignorant and innocent the girl was.

“Your fiancé should know where to send it. He spent enough time writing and visiting over the years. A real charmer you’ve got there.” A sense of satisfaction filled her at his flinch. Finally, she made her escape, not knowing just how she changed the course of the night with her words.

Turning, the Queen studied Hans carefully, taking note of how he reacted to her partner leaving. “You’re a friend of Ragna?” Pausing, she nodded slowly, a moment coming back to her from earlier. “Ah, right. I believe she did mention a Hans once or twice. Nevertheless, I am not blessing a marriage between the two of you. Anna, you just met this man today. You don’t, you can’t marry someone you just met. You have to get to know them first.”

The woman sighed when her sister made to protest and raised her hand. “Anna, please.” Meeting Hans’ eyes she swallowed thickly. “You’re obviously well acquainted with Princess Ragna and she didn’t seem to have an issue with you as she expressed of others. If she can trust you, and I in her, then I don’t see why I wouldn’t allow you to first… court my sister. Does that sound agreeable?”

Shushing Anna’s worries, Prince Hans smiled thankfully at the younger Queen. “It would be an honor to be able to court her. I thank you deeply for allowing me the chance to win her heart and your trust.”

Nodding, the blonde turned and found Kai, instructing him to make an announcement. While he went to prepare for it, she busied herself with trying to find her new companion. A soft frown painted her features when her search came up empty.

Minutes later, the music stopped and Kai cleared his throat loudly to capture the room’s attention. Once it was silent, he nodded and started his impromptu speech. “Greetings nobles and dignitaries from nations near and far. On behalf of the Kingdom of Arendelle, we thank you for joining us on this joyous day to celebrate our Queen Elsa’s coronation and ascension to the throne as is her birthright.” As the polite cheers and claps that followed came to an end, he continued on. “It would also be an honor of mine to announce that on this night, Queen Elsa has granted her blessing for her sister, Princess Anna of Arendelle to enter the courting period between herself and Prince Hans of the Southern Isles.” It was then that the silence became deafening around the room.

A sick smile on his face and wanting to seem supportive of their hosts, a weasel of a man started clapping and cheering in the couple’s honor.

Pulling from her shock, a simpler dressed woman looked around. “What in the world? Where’s the Princess? Can you see her, Gregor? I, I can’t see her. Oh the poor angel.”

Squeezing his partner’s hand assuringly, he gave her a slight smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I’m sure she’s just retired to her room early. Let’s go see the prince and see if he’s seen her.” Taking the lead, he walked up to the three royals before clearing his throat. “Your highness, if I may cut in?” He bowed before the three and introduced himself to the two who didn’t know him. “An honor, your graces. I am Gregor Stinton of the Southern Isles. Prince Hans is my charge when it comes to his courtships. I was hoping I might have a word with him.”

Anna gasped excitedly. “Ohh! I forgot that was a thing. Oh Gregor, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Anna and I guess we’ll be seeing each other around quite often now. Is this your wife, how did you meet? Hi, your dress is so pretty!”

The brunette’s face twitched as she held herself back from ripping her hand from the bubbly girl. “Yes. Gregor is my husband. We met years ago from our duties chaperoning our charges. I, am Lady Jezebel Stinton of Breala. Chaperone of Her Highness, Royal Ambassador and Princess Ragna Hofferson, second in line to the crown of the Kingdom of Breala.” Seeing the annoyed expression on the prince’s face she huffed and shook her head. “If you’d excuse me, I must find my charge since she obviously isn’t worth the company she was keeping in their opinion.” Turning, she made to leave, not noticing she was being followed.

Once they were out of the ballroom, the shadow spoke up. “Excuse me, Lady Stinton?” When the older woman jumped in fright, she raised her hands. “Sorry, my apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you. I um, might I join you in your search for the princess?” Seeing the suspicion in her eyes, she went on. “You see, we were dancing when my sister and Prince Hans came to ask for me to bless their marriage. I think she didn’t want to be in the way so she left. But she wasn’t in the way, at all. I enjoyed her company tonight. And wanted to invite her to breakfast tomorrow. As my guest.”

So many thoughts and emotions raged through the chaperone and she struggled to calm down. “I, I’m not sure you joining me at this moment would be the best. She has had a very long day and I’m sure she’s tired. I can…” A flutter of dark blue around the corner caught her eye. “Princess?” Without further ado, she followed the figure out to the gardens where a familiar frame sat on the fountain. “Oh angel… I’m so sorry.”

A stuffy huff left the younger woman and she shook her head. “Don’t be. I should’ve seen it coming.” Wiping her eyes, she frowned at her reflection. “Honestly. Six years I’ve danced around that man, six whole years. Not to mention the fact that we’ve been friends since we were in diapers. I thought we were going to happen, officially. Father isn’t getting any younger, Eirunn has been married for nearly two years now. Gunhild is older than I and has yet to even seem interested in anyone. And everyone has thought that that stupid man would marry me, myself included.” It was then that she broke down once more. “Honestly, I am such a fool.”

Standing just from their view but having heard everything, Elsa stepped forward. “No. I don’t think you are.” When both princess and lady looked startled, she went on until she was sitting beside the younger woman. “I know we just formally met today but you’ve left a great impression on me. And I’m realizing that there’s obviously a bigger issue to tonight than I realized and I’ll do whatever I need to to stop it. But I don’t think you’re a fool for believing in someone who was not supposed to let you down.” With a brave smile, it seemed as if maybe there was a chance for things to get better. Somehow.

Aight so hope someone enjoyed. If not, oops. Have a good night/day.