WIP Spideytorch Saturday
“Is she yours?” Peter asked.
Johnny shrugged one shoulder.
“Not biologically, if that’s what you mean,” he said. “But yeah, she’s mine. There’s paperwork and everything. Turns out being Queen Medusa’s former boytoy expedites a lot of official stuff.”
Peter almost told him not to talk about himself like that.
Instead, what came out of his mouth was, “Former?”
















