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C602 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2024-01-19 15:36:56 +0000 UTCIn the warm embrace of their living room, Peter held Leo in his arms as he introduced him to the rest of the family, minus the Ancient One, who didn’t seem to be home at the moment. “…this is Leo.”
Lily and America, his two daughters, were quick to surround Leo, their curiosity evident in their bright eyes. Grace and May, acting as the grandmothers they were, couldn't resist the allure of Leo's cute chubby cheeks.
"Look at this sweet little angel!" Grace cooed, reaching out to gently stroke Leo's hair. May, sharing the sentiment, added, "He's adorable. Where did you find this precious child, Peter?"
Peter chuckled, exchanging a glance with MJ. "Long story, but Leo's going to be staying with us now." Leo clung to Peter, casting worried glances around the room, unused to so many foreign faces. “Leo, this is my Aunt May, MJ’s mother, Grace, and my daughters, Lily and America…”
Although everyone was friendly and downright loving towards Leo, the boy himself quickly found himself overwhelmed by everything, choosing ti hide his face in Peter’s neck.
MJ sighed as she explained, “Don’t mind him. Leo’s not very good with people other than Peter. I’ve had to fight and bribe my way into his heart, but I’m still second place…”
“Which might as well be last place~” Peter smirked, enjoying the fact that he was Leo’s favorite.
“Tsk…” MJ clicked her tongue in annoyance.
…
As the girls tried to drag Leo off to play, so that they could question him away from prying eyes, Leo remained close to Peter, hesitant to explore beyond his side. Peter noticed Leo's apprehension and knelt down to his eye level. "Leo, buddy, I'm not going anywhere, okay? You can go play with Lily and America. They’re my daughters so they’ll be nice to you…” he said, looking over at the girls and receiving nods from both of them. “I'll be right here."
Leo's eyes widened, searching Peter's face for reassurance. Satisfied with Peter's words, he cautiously joined the girls as they ran up the stairs, a small smile appearing on his face.
With the kids occupied, Grace and May seized the opportunity to bombard Peter with questions, their grandmotherly instincts in full swing. "So… I was planning to ask about your honeymoon, but now, I just want to know about Leo. Where’d you find him? Why’s he so attached to you? And… are you adopting him?" May inquired, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, especially during her last question.
Peter exchanged a glance with MJ before revealing the unexpected twist. "Well, we found found him in the last universe we visited, which is why we came back early. He’s attached to me because I’m better than MJ, Lily and America just haven’t realized it yet…” MJ scoffs and rolls her eyes. “And yes, we plan to adopt him. We just need to talk to the girls about it. which is why we came back a bit early.“
“Which universe? Do we know it?” Grace asked, knowing that they were hoping to travel to fictional worlds.
“The boys.” Peter reveals, surprising both Grace and May. “The TV show, to be specific.”
Silence hung in the air as both Grace and May processed this revelation. Grace finally broke the quietude with a gasp. "He… He’s Homelander isn’t he?" She asked, recalling his childlike appearance from the show.
May, equally stunned, added, "You've got to be kidding me…"
MJ couldn’t help but ask, “Am I the only one in here who hasn’t seen this show?” As everyone nodded, she made a mental note to binge the Boys later tonight.
Grace, fear written all over her face, turned back to Peter. “How could you bring him here? What if he hurts the girls?” She said, growing more antsy by the second.
Peter held up his hand, trying to calm the two grannies. “He needed a family. We're giving him a chance at a normal life." Peter explained. “And he’s not Homelander, per se.”
Both May and Grace stared at Peter in confusion. “What the hell does that mean?” May asks.
Peter explains, “He’s a clone that Vought was keeping as a sort of backup just in case Homelander died or went rogue.” He explained, but that didn’t seem to calm them very much. “You have nothing to worry about. Leo is nothing like Homelander, I’m sure of it.”
“How can you be sure though?” Grace asks, clearly scared.
‘This is how…’ Peter transmitted his voice into all of their minds, surprising the two grannies. ‘I used telepathy to see his entire life. He’s a good kid, though he does have problems, his abandonment issues being the most serious of the bunch.’
And just as Peter told them this, as if to prove his point, the pitter-patter of small feet could be heard. Turning their heads, everyone watched as Leo walked halfway down the stairs, peaking his head around the railing to check if Peter was still there before rushing back upstairs.
“So cute…” May and Grace muttered simultaneously, completely forgetting about all of their worries.
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As Leo rushed back upstairs, the girls eagerly surrounded him, curiosity sparkling in their eyes. Lily, clearly eager to have another kid in the house, couldn't wait to know more. "Leo, where are you from? Do you have parents?"
Leo, still adjusting to the multitude of questions, answered in his limited vocabulary. "No... no parents..." His tiny voice carried a hint of sadness, a glimpse into the lonely existence he had experienced.
America, always the straightforward one, asked, "Are Mom and Dad adopting you?"
“Adopt?” Leo asked, having never heard this word before in his life.
“Like…” America tries to think of a way to explain, but thankfully, Lily comes to her rescue. “If they adopt you, you would become their son, and they would become your mom and dad.”
Leo's eyes widened, a glimmer of hope appearing. He had no answer, as he didn’t know about this until now, but if Peter were to adopt him, he would certainly accept. In fact, it would be the best thing that ever happened to him. Maybe even better than the day he met Peter.
Lily chimed in, "America was adopted too! Our parents are the best, Leo. You should ask them to adopt you, I’m sure they would agree." She beamed, hoping to reassure Leo that being adopted was a wonderful thing.
Leo's eyes lit up, a small smile forming on his face. The idea of having a family, especially one with Peter in it, filled him with joy. The anticipation of being adopted by Peter made his heart race.
However, before Leo could revel in the joy of potential adoption, America, with good intentions but unintentional bluntness, added, "But if they don't adopt you, Leo, don't worry. Maybe they'll find someone else to adopt you." Leo's hopeful expression quickly shifted to one of dismay.
The innocent words struck a chord within Leo, triggering his deep-seated fear of abandonment. The idea of being adopted by anyone other than Peter suddenly felt unbearable.
America, oblivious to Leo's internal turmoil, continued with a warm smile, "There are lots of nice families out there. We want you to have a family, Leo." Lily nodded in agreement, echoing her sister's sentiments.
Leo, however, couldn't shake off the fear that if he wasn't adopted by Peter, he'd rather remain alone. The thought of being passed on to someone else felt like a fate worse than hell.
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Meanwhile, as Peter, MJ, and Leo stepped out of the ship, Black Noir remained inside, waiting patiently for Peter to signal that it was okay to leave. The commitment to serve Peter, a debt he felt deeply, bound Noir to follow Peter's orders without question.
Time passed slowly for Noir as minutes turned into hours. The ship's interior became a quiet space, making him wonder if Peter had forgotten about him. The uncertainty grew, and Noir, with a hint of hesitation, decided to approach the door.
As he reached out to open it, a sudden popping sound echoed through the ship, and a hand appeared, slapping his own away. Surprised, Noir looked down to see an angry-looking elf standing before him. It was Dobby, who didn’t look nearly as happy or carefree as he usually was.
Dobby scolded Noir sternly, his high-pitched voice filled with disapproval. "Master says to wait! You wants to be a good elf like Dobby? Then you’s must follow master’s orders!" The elf's large, round eyes glared up at Noir, emphasizing the severity of the situation.
Noir, unfamiliar with Dobby and the peculiar dynamics of elves, couldn't help but feel a mixture of shock and confusion. ‘This might be the most racist thing anyone has ever said to me…’
Dobby continued his lecture, emphasizing the importance of following the master's orders to be a good elf. Noir listened, absorbing the information and processing the unexpected turn of events. His initial excitement and wonder about serving Peter had taken a bizarre turn, leaving him in a situation he hadn't anticipated.
In the midst of Dobby's scolding, Noir couldn't help but wonder if volunteering for Peter's service was actually the right thing to do. The surreal encounter with the angry and bossy elf raised more questions than answers, leaving Noir with a newfound apprehension.
With a sigh, Noir resigned himself to the strange reality before him. He decided to wait patiently, planning to ask Peter about this weird creatures terminology when he comes back.
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Going to sleep that night beside his beautiful wife, Peter could finally relax. He had spent most of the day making sure Leo felt at home, which included turning a guest room into his bedroom because Peter refused to continue the sleeping arrangement where Leo c*ck blocks him by sleeping with him and MJ.
Peter also had to have an awkward conversation with Noir, who was confused by Dobby’s terminology. Of course, he under stood after some explaining, which made him quite sad for Dobby and his race, who are pretty much natural born slaves.
In the end, Peter simply told him not to worry about it, as he would be treating Dobby very well. As for Noir, he was given a guest room for the time being until Peter could find a place for him.
As Peter falls asleep, MJ already sleeping peacefully in his arms, suddenly, time seems to blur as his consciousness drifts away.
In the vast emptiness of the void, Peter's surroundings faded into darkness. The weight of the day's events lifted momentarily, replaced by an eerie calm. Beside him, MJ continued to sleep soundly, unaware of the unfolding dreamscape.
Abruptly, the familiar figure of the grim reaper materialized before Peter. Its skeletal features were obscured in the shadows, yet its presence exuded an otherworldly authority.
"Yo, I told you we'd meet again," the Reaper declared, using Peter’s patented greeting against him.
A/N: 1826 words :) Okay, I’m going to take some cold and flu meds and pass out again. Goodnight 💤
Comments
ahmarijah
Thanks. Is he gonna give noir the whole ss treatment? A bodyguard for the kids? Not like they need it. Never seen boys so have no clue how strong he is
Jake122
That was funny.
