he emerged, beaten, bruised, gasping for breath. free–from whatever hell francis freeman had subjected the spider to. peter had feared, not for his life, but for the lives of his family–for danny. for the immortals he loved, wade and kimi. for his closest friend, gwen. for how he’d tell his aunt he’d LOST his family once more–but he was out, he was scrambling for his loved ones. begging for them with his eyes.
“—h-h e y. have you—have you seen my family??”
it was all over. everything; the takeover, the man that took her father’s place, all of it. and now, she was hoping that soon, her father would come back, and it was agonizing moment after agonizing moment until she’d find him-
and then. then. then he finally appeared, and she was in shock.
“daddy?”
