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32 Nine Months Later “Hey Mom, you know what I decided?” Cameron said, walking into the kitchen. “What’s that, buddy?” Sidney replied, digging popcorn out of the pantry. “Next time, I want a Black Panther room.” “Didn’t you just get a Spider-Man room? Don’t you still love Spider-Man?” Sidney planted a hand on her hip as she turned to him. “Black Panther is pretty awesome,” Adam said, following Cameron into the kitchen. “But it is hard to choose between him and Spider-Man. If you did an Avengers room, you could augment the Spider-Man you already have with Black Panther. And Captain America. And the Hulk.”

“There's no expectations. Just dinner.” Her smile softens. “Good, because that's all that was happening tonight anyway.” The waitress comes, and we order appetizers, the jerk wings, fried green tomatoes, honey chicken biscuits, and the conversation flows like we’ve been doing this for years instead of weeks. We get on the subject of Comic-Con and our favorite characters. She then tries to argue that Spider-Man: No Way Home isn’t the best Marvel movie to date. She started talking about the The Black Panther movies, Captain America Winter Soldier, and ShangChi and Legend of the Ten Rings was much better.

“Is that… a Patek Philippe Aquanaut Luce? The minute repeater edition? Limited to five pieces worldwide? Three million dollars?” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Under the bright lights, the luxury watch on my wrist shimmered with understated opulence. Mia covered her mouth exaggeratedly, as if she had discovered something terrifying, but her eyes gleamed with malicious excitement. "Evelyn, you are the ex-wife of the CEO of Smith Group. How could you do something so shameful!" Mia clutched her own wrist, drawing attention to her smaller rainbow-series model. “My flyback chronograph here is an authentic thirty-thousand-dollar piece. If you want, I could help you get a cheaper, genuine one. Yo

“I would've loved to sing to you, but I don't want to interrupt Asia's sleep again before she swears for me.” Both Yomi and Idara laughed at that. “See, Yomee, I don't have the strength for long talk.” Idara continued almost immediately. “I just want to let you know that you are the best best friend in the whole wide world. I cross my heart.” “Haha.” For some reason, Yomi found Idara's words highly hilarious. “Well, yes, I know that, too. I'm just too much. The last of my kind; extremely rare.”

I tell Kylie, stepping out of the car. “Finally. Lets go” She laughs, opening the door. We walk up to her room, opening her computer screen. “What are we watching?” I ask, sitting on her bed. “Spiderman” She smirks. Spiderman, the only Marvel movies I’ve wanted to see. Its also one of Kylie’s favorite movies. I mean, who doesn’t like Tom Holland? Only all the jealous boyfriends. “I’ll make the popcorn” I head down the stairs, checking my phone to see a missed call.

He shrugged his shoulders before saying, "Well, I've been into Marvel since I was young; I still remember my favorite Marvel hero was Spider-Man." I reached for the remote and started picking out some Marvel movies displayed on the screen. As a die-hard Marvel fan, I couldn't resist the opportunity to indulge in a marathon of superhero adventures. I glanced at him, still wearing a wide grin. His mesmerizing eyes gazed into mine, radiating an undeniable intensity. As he leaned in closer, his voice, filled with allure, whispered in my ear, "What about we watch Avengers: Endgame?"

“How can doubt take away a genetic ability? And it’s not just that one, all Spider-man movies are terrible. He’s supposed to be a wisecracking teenager, but they always make him this miserable emo jerk with girl problems. Nobody cares about Mary-fucking-Jane.” This was possibly the most inappropriate place for one of Maurice’s movie critiques, but it wasn’t like we had anything else to do as we stumbled around in the dark. “He can’t be wisecracking all the time,” I said. “Yeah, but they give him a couple of funny lines at the start and never again. Have you seen Spider-man 3? Once they go down the emo route, there’s no way to recover. Forget it. Downhill all the way. It would take a miracle

He was so good with her, so sweet, and I was ashamed that I’d assumed it was all an act and that he was just a jerk who knew how to fool people. “Ash?” “Yeah?” “I don’t think I can handle another horror movie tonight.” “Probably not the best idea. Have you seen the newest Spider-Man movie?” “I saw it when it first came out. But it was awesome. I’d watch it again.” “You sure? We can pick another.” “No, if you want to watch it, then I’m good with that. Remember, geek here. I’m all about superheroes.” “Especially if they’re in tights?” he teased.

They had to sprint the last block to the apartment when ominous, dark grey storm clouds started to dump buckets on them. The rain was so bad that Kat and Brenden didn't feel comfortable enough to set out on the road yet. Nor did Dillon and Tony, so they gladly welcomed them to stay as long as they needed. In the meantime, they put on Spiderman with Tobey Maguire. In Tony's opinion and Brenden's personal outrage, Tobey Maguire wasn't the best Spiderman. No, Nicholas Hammond, who was Spiderman for the TV series in the seventies was the best of all of them. Brenden only liked Tobey Maguire because he was the only Spiderman he knew. Poor child, his parents deprived him of the Marvel Classics. St

"You're very handsome." He giggled, a sound so pure and joyful it physically hurt to hear. "Boys aren't handsome. Boys are cool." "You're right," I said, kneeling down so I was at his eye level. "You're very cool. Especially in that Spider-Man shirt." His face lit up. "Spider-Man is the best! Do you like Spider-Man?" "I do," I lied. I had no idea if I liked Spider-Man. I'd never thought about it. But if my son loved Spider-Man, then I loved Spider-Man.