6 | Unheard Confession
Act 1
Chapter 6
Unheard Confession
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The Baxter Building
“Sue?” he asked through the statics that greeted him from the other side of the line. “Sue?! Can you hear me?”
Just then, Gwen, out of her super suit, walked towards him with a frown on her forehead after catching the name of her de facto girlfriend, whom they had been trying to discover the whereabouts of for the past few days. “Sue? She called?!” she jogged to his side and noticed the alarming look in his eyes, glaring into the phone like he was trying to interrogate it for information. “Peter?!”
“She—what the hell happened on her end?” he grumbled and ignored the petite woman for a moment “Edith?”
“Possible causes: bad reception. Dead battery. EMP attack.” The AI summarized for him.
“Peter? Did she call?” Gwen closed the distance and took his arms in her hands, shaking him lightly.
“Yeah, she did, but…I was about to get you for a little catch-up, then the line went to hell.” He shrugged with a grimace, displeased with the situation.
“Anything I should be worried about?”
“No. No. She said the parasite was removed, and she’s almost fully recovered now.”
“Oh, thank God!” the blonde exclaimed with relief, then she noticed the lingering look of suspicious adorning her boyfriend’s face “Pete, what’s up?” Gwen cupped his face between her palms and craned his neck so that their faces mirrored “Come on, tell me.”
“She told me who got her out of the country, or more accurately, who her mother contacted for the transport.” He replied, eyes narrowed.
Gwen urged him quietly with her eyes, caressing his cheekbones with her thumbs.
“…Victor?” Reed Richards exclaimed in a bit of disbelief.
“That’s what she said,” Peter confirmed, looking at Ben, Johnny, Julia, and Gwen.
“I should’ve known…” Johnny grumbled under his breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Of course, out of all the people she would call upon, it has to be her number 1 option!”
“Number 1 option?” Gwen asked, confused.
“Of people whom my mother wanted Susan to marry,” Johnny chuckled grimly, “Stretchy here was on the list too, but I assume the promise of royalty smelled more wonderfully to a bloodhound like her.” The Human Torch motioned his thumb to the CEO before commenting with a scoff.
Gwen was taken aback by the animosity the sandy-blonde mutated man directed towards his mother.
“Hmm…” Reed started calmly, shushing everyone up. After a moment of anticipation and uncertainty, the man spoke, “I can try to contact him, testing the water a bit.” He glanced at the hotheaded brother of Susan as well as the Arachnid-themed superhero boyfriend of hers. “Do not do something rash, please. Latveria might be a small country, but its influence is nothing to be scoffed at.” Then, the Smartest Man Alive excused himself to do just that, leaving the rest of the gathered there.
“…Can you fly us there?” Peter promptly inquired at Ben Grimm, devoid of any playfulness often associated with him.
“You are asking If I can fly you over a dictatorship country whose airspace is the most notorious NFZ so you can rescue your girlfriend?” the stone giant quirked his brows.
Peter shrugged his shoulders with pursed lips.
Ben took half a minute before grinning and letting out a hearty laugh, patting the superhuman firmly on his back. “Of course I can! If you have an unregistered plane that can accommodate my weight, that is.” The Thing informed with a smirk.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?” Julia firmly put a stop to the conversation, pointedly looking alternatively between Ben and Peter. “You might be one of the shareholders, Ben, but if Doom saw one of our employees, even yourself, trespassing into his country without documented permission? We all might as well start looking for a new job.”
“So, it’s a free game for me, right? Ya know?” Peter mimicked his most recognizable gesture.
“You are the bigger problem, Mister Parker,” the amount of displeasure in her tone made him cringe “Whether you show your face there with or without your mask, Doom’s gonna leverage the shit outta that.” Julia fully turned toward him, getting closer by a few steps, “If Peter Parker got caught? The best-case scenario would be you getting fired immediately. Worst case? You’ll be imprisoned and become a persona non grata to your own country; not even the CIA will be able to broker a deal to get you out of Doom’s dungeon.” She elaborated with the utmost seriousness, making sure to keep eye contact with the vigilante. Seeing little shift in his resolve, Julias sighed with a shake of her head, “If Spider-Man got caught, and he discovered your civilian identity? This company’s fucked. Thaddeus Ross will swoop down like a starving vulture upon us for harboring a fugitive vigilante and aiding your illegal activities. I don’t know if Jennifer Walters will be able to win that kind of case against the UN, but I won’t let you risk the livelihood of our employees on this.”
“…we are talking about Susan here,” Johnny added, disbelief painted on his face.
“Victor is not holding a grudge or have a personal vendetta against her, Johnny; he’s in love with Sue.” She countered with a stern voice, “She’s in no grave danger; in fact, I’d go as far as saying she’s the safest under Doom’s protection.”
Johnny wanted to protest again, but he couldn’t come up with anything.
Before anyone could add anything else to the debate, Peter casually unclasped his ID and handed it to Julia, rendering the woman confused. “Consider it my resignation,” and the vigilante strode to the elevator without another word.
Gwen quickly jogged after him.
Leaving the others behind to deal with the fallout.
“What are you gonna do now?” Gwen questions as they are riding down the shaft alone. “There’s a house you haven’t completed the construction of yet.”
“A house is nothing without people that make it a home,” Peter said, looking down at her with soft eyes, “and I still have you for a sugar mama.” He chuckled as Gwen swatted at his shoulder playfully.
“This is just you going to rescue your other sugar mama, right?”
“More or less; she’s loaded.”
“But seriously, Pete,” Gwen shifted her tone from playful banter into a calm one, “Richard Aerospace was your dream job,”
“But it’s not the most important thing in my life.” He replied simply and to the point.
The sincerity and devotion within compel the sunflower-blonde to kiss him so deeply that time almost seems to stop.
As they exited the elevator at ground level, a streak of fire arched from above outside of the building, and soon, the flame dissipated, revealing the figure of Johnny Storm waiting for them. Peter and Gwen quickly strode to the revolving door and got out before coming face-to-face with the Human Torch.
A moment of anticipated silence befell them, stretching out like an eternity.
“That was one hell of a move, Parker,” Johnny commented stoically.
“If she sends you here to convince me—”
“My sister meant that much to you?” The Human Torch interrupted with a calm and demanding voice.
“Wha—of course she is!” Peter was confused for a bit before passionately replied, determination and sincerity emanating from within. “I love her, Johnny!”
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Bishop Security
“…you wanted me to what?” Kate, in her unfamiliar business getup, asked from behind her desk at her visitors, two of whom she had become intimately familiar with recently and the third party whom she knew as her trainee in the Avengers.
“Giving us an unregistered plane,” Peter regaled with his shit-eating grin.
“Your boyfriend and I are going skydiving over Latveria, a team bonding activity.” The Human Torch added.
“…Are you hearing this?” the demoted Avenger looked at the sunflower-blonde with disbelief.
“For the record, it was his idea.” Gwen pointed at their boyfriend.
“I run a security company! I don’t have a smuggler’s plane on my speed dial!” Kate retorted with an incredulous look.
Peter only glared at her with a look that said, ‘Really?’.
It took about a minute before Kate sighed in defeat, quickly jotting something onto a post-it note before handing it to her boyfriend, whom she shares with two other women, one of whom might be the catalyst to this strange request. “It doesn’t come with a pilot.”
“You are the best!” Peter leaned in and planted a kiss on her forehead, causing the archer’s cheeks to burn slightly.
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JFK International Airport
“Can I go to a confession booth before we take off?” Peter jabbed after Johnny managed to get the engine started.
“I’ve got this, Parker!” Johnny exclaimed with a nervous laugh before rechecking everything for the third time.
“Please tell me you flew a plane before.” Peter pleaded, tightly gripping the bar above his head that it almost gave under his superhuman strength.
“Of course I do! For about five minutes each trip.”
“…We are gonna die.” He nodded to himself frantically, squeezing his eyes.
“Oh, shut up!”
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The Baxter Building
“That’s quite extreme,” Reed commented, looking at the ID of Peter Parker sitting on top of his desk with Julia and Ben on the chairs opposite his seat. “What do you say?”
“It’s his choice,” Julia replied, shrugging her shoulders with a sigh.
“This way, the company won’t be facing any repercussions from Victor,” Ben added, crossing his arms with a tiny smirk “Kid’s got some balls.”
Reed let out a deep sigh, picking up the ID card with the vigilante’s candid, inspecting it with attentive eyes. “It’d be a shame to lose his talents…” then, he set the card down before looking up at the pair before him “I will consider it, but let's keep the position open, just in case.” The Smartest Man Alive got up from his seat and picked a lab gown from the rack, draping it over his shoulders before addressing the AI. “Nathaniel, please set up a level 3 clearance for Gwen Stacy and redirect her to Susan’s biochemical lab. We have work to do on Joseph Martello.”
“Acknowledged.”
“Come on, folks; that incubation tube won’t be opened by itself.” He ushered his senior engineer and mechanical engineer with a nod of his head, signaling them to a private elevator inside his office.
“Thank you for the opportunity, Mister Richards,” Gwen quickly asserted after the trio walked out of the elevator as she was hanging around outside of the lab, waiting for them.
“It would be wasteful not to utilize your expertise on this, Miss Stacy,” Reed replied with a polite smile, gesturing for her to take the lead inside. “Benjamin and Julia will take care of the mechanism; your role is to be our biology specialist and my assistant. Understood?”
She nodded.
“Very well,” he clapped his gloved hands together, casting his eyes to all of the occupants “We will not be leaving this room until lunch.”
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Symkarian Rebels Hideout
Felicia quirked her brows in curiosity after walking on an absentminded Sylvia leaning over the railing overlooking the lower level of the bunker, yet the item that caught her eyes was the silver band clasped firmly around the base of her ring finger on the left. She doesn’t think her half-sister wears any jewelry.
Curiosity (might) killed the cat, as they say.
“What a piece, sis!” Felicia sauntered to the silver-haired woman’s side, sporting a wide grin, nudging her in the shoulder “Who’s the lucky guy? Or girl? Whichever you prefer?” Black Cat jutted her chin toward the intricate ring.
Sylvia only gave her a long and hard sigh before staring out onto the small army fighting for their motherland again.
After a moment of uncertainty, Sylvia spoke, “…Baron Helmut Zemo.”
The name felt like a baseball bat swatting at the side of her head; of course, the baron’s name was a well-known one, especially after he had single-handedly almost destroyed the Avengers from the inside all those years ago. “Zemo?”
“Yes,” Sylvia breathed out again in uncharacteristic defeat, “He paid me a visit earlier and later proposed.”
“And you say yes?” Felicia was confused, to put it simply.
“We have been fighting with Doom for years before you joined, Felicia,” Sylvia started. "Symkarians are fierce warriors, but we can only do so much before loss becomes the only constant.” She plays with the silver band again without even a hint of joy on her face. “Sokovia might be a recovering country, but their soldiers under Helmut’s leadership are what we need to shift the scale.”
Ah, a political marriage! Felicia thought, her smirk dissipated slowly upon realizing the underlying turmoil plaguing her maternal half-sister. Sensing the discomfort, she chanced a hand softly on the small of Sylvia’s back, which the ruthless leader of the rebels accepted without a protest.
“It’s the most logical choice; my displeasure means very little against the future of our people.”
Felicia leaned her head on her sister’s shoulder, and her arm relocated to gather the silver-haired woman into a side embrace. They stayed like that for a spell of serenity.
“What about the ceremony?”
“Still waiting for him to arrange the location,”
“Hmm…” Felicia hums as an idea pops into her mind, prompting a smirk “I think I have the perfect venue for you.” Black Cat finished with a mischievous glint in her eyes before leaning in to whisper her findings and proposal.
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Time Skip, of course; we don’t want some 15-hour flight filler, right?
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Caransebeș Airport, Romania
“What are we doing here three hours away from von Doom’s castle?” Johnny asked, leaning against the smuggler's plane, munching on a protein bar while his sister’s lover purchased a platform on the craft to act as a lookout.
“Aside from avoiding his AA guns?” Peter retorted with a scoff, “A friend told me they will be our guide through this beautiful European landscape.”
“A friend? I thought your acquaintances were confined inside Manhattan and consisted mostly of criminals or costumed crazies.”
“Ha!”
They waited another half an hour before a lone car entered Peter’s enhanced sight. “Someone’s coming.”
“Friendly?”
“…Maybe.” The Arachnid replied after listening to Spider-Sense for a moment. Out of caution, he discreetly deployed his Web-Shooters and loaded them in preparation for whomever it was behind the wheel. It wasn’t impossible for things to go sideways at the last minute.
Not more than five minutes, the car graciously pulled over to their position, presenting the driver’s side with a tinted window. The door swung open, and a woman got out of the blue box, gathered her hair into a beanie, and her red or dark lipstick was nowhere to be seen. Peter almost didn’t recognize her if not for those sharp emerald eyes. “It’s good to see you again,” He approached and gathered her into a hug, which Black Cat reluctantly reciprocated with a dramatic huff. “How’s the vacation?”
“Deadly.” Felicia retorted before retreating from the embrace but still keeping one arm around his waist, enjoying the inhuman warmth of his superhuman body. Then she averted her eyes to the other man at the side who curiously and intriguingly stared at her “It’s rude to stare.” She teased with a hidden smirk.
“Oh! My apologies!” Johnny nervously chuckled, smoothing his hair and clearing his throat before offering his hand for her to shake “Jonathan Storm.”
“Charmed, I’m sure.” Felicia shook it politely before flashing him a smile, enjoying the tint of rose on his face. Then she averted her eyes back to Peter “How’s the trip?”
“Wouldn’t say no to a bed right now.”
It took them not more than ten minutes before Felicia pulled up to the parking lot of a hotel. Ever the prepper, Felicia had already booked their rooms for the night: one for Johnny Storm and one for herself and the vigilante.
Peter protested at first but relented after Felicia glared at him.
The suspicious comment from his lover’s brother wasn’t helping either.
“Ah! Finally!” Felicia announced dramatically as she entered the rented quarter without any of her bags, as the vigilante had gallantly offered to hold them for her. She plopped onto the bed with a moan “Holy shit, I miss fluffy beds!” she practically melted into the mattress and pillows while Peter set their belongings up on the table. “Can you put a small bag in the bathroom? Thank!”
“I’m the one who took a fifteen-hour flight here, Felicia.” Peter protested playfully with a chuckle and did, as asked, settle hers alongside his on the sink. Next, he checks the water and the boiler before returning to the main room. “It’s warm, in case you wanna take a shower.”
“Why? Curious?” she teased from her position, smirking while lying on her stomach with a mischievous glint in her captivating green eyes. Her platinum hair fell like a veil around her shapely face.
Peter just laughed it off while taking his bag and carrying it to a sizable spot on the floor, picking at Felicia’s curiosity.
“What are you doing?” she sat up on her knees, looking at him with a tilt in her head.
“Making my bed,” the vigilante answered without looking back, calculating where to put his makeshift pillow on. A cough from behind prompted him to turn around, and he saw Felicia looking at him with an incredulous look on her face, motioning for the queen-sized bed she sat upon.
“There’s plenty of room?”
“Oh, I didn’t want to, um,” he started, gesturing his hands around awkwardly “Intrude?”
“Come on now, Spider. We’ve already slept in the same bed.”
“I was drunk back then.” He pointed out.
“And I survived the night, so what’s the hangup?” Felicia retorted with a chuckle. Then she pats the mattress firmly “It’s cold, especially if you sleep on the floor.” her voice softened, not seductively but just genuine. “As you said, you already sit in the same position for fifteen hours.”
“…Are you sure?”
“What? You are nervous around me?”
“I just—” He started a beginning of a rant.
“I know you are, Peter,” Felicia softly called him by his name with a tired smile, finishing the sentence for him without wording it out, patting the mattress a little. “I trust you.”
It took him about a minute before giving out a sigh and approached the bed, sitting stiffly before slowly falling onto his back, letting the fluffy pond consume his body.
“See? Better than the floor.” She teased him by poking at his nose a little with a small giggle.
He turns and locks eyes with her, then, for the first time since they’ve known each other…
He notices how beautifully Felicia’s eyes shine in dim lights.
“So,” Felicia started, jolting him out of a trance with a tiny smirk at the corner of her lips, “What’s the plan?”
“Maybe I can just walk in through the front?”
Felicia scoffed despite knowing he’d just joking around “That might work with your other suit,” then she got up from the bed and approached the built-in closet before producing an ironed and bagged suit for him with a quirk of her eyebrow.
“We’re having dinner tonight?” Peter joked, sitting up.
“I don’t eat after 7,” the platinum-blonde retorted lightheartedly and retraced her steps to the bed, extending the item forward as an offering. “Mind trying it on? Although I think I’ve got your measurements right.”
“Ya know, if you wanna see me shirtless, all you’ve gotta do was just ask nicely.” He took the offering and headed into the shower before coming out with the suit jacket perfectly fitted to his torso. He inspected it with an appreciation purse of his lips, “Are we filming a new 007 movie?” he teased with a horrendous English accent despite spending time around Susan and her brother. Felicia sauntered towards him with a deliberate sway to her hips before stopping just a few inches to adjust the tuxedo. He couldn’t help but recall their first meeting, where she lovingly kneed him in the crotch.
“We,” she emphasized, humming slightly with satisfaction at the adjusted tuxedo before looking up slightly through the slight difference in their heights, “are going to attend a gala celebrating your possessive girlfriend’s stay at the Doomstadt.”
“He’s doing a gala for that? Man, how the hell would I ever top that?” he grumbled playfully, breathing in the faint aroma on her skin.
“I don’t know, sometimes that’s a bit too much for a girl, you know?”
“Educated guess?” he teased, enjoying her small laugh.
“Female intuition.” She retorted.
“…I can hear you hyperventilating against the door, Johnny.” Peter averted his attention from her searching gaze to address the curious Human Torch with a distractive chuckle, “A little bit of privacy, please?”
There’s a cough coming in from the outside before a whistle sounded, fading away towards the stairway.
“Cute; making sure his sister doesn’t get cheated on,” Felicia commented with a smirk before spinning around and heading for the shower, carelessly undressing herself, prompting the vigilante to yelp in embarrassment and turn away.
“…What’s that?” Peter asked curiously as he was drying his tussled and damp hair while walking out of the shower, a towel clung to his lower body, his body covered in steaming mist.
Black Cat looked up from the plan on her lap at him with a teasing whistle and a wiggle of her brows, eliciting a snort out of the Spider. “Doomstadt’s layout plan.”
“How…”
“Let’s just say giving your girlfriend a phone was a little detour.” She cut in before he could finish.
Peter plopped onto the bed after he got a shirt and a pair of shorts on, leaning against the headboard slightly behind Felicia’s sitting form, and looked over her shoulder at the plan. “That’s a big castle.”
“His family’s a bunch of show-offs,” Felicia commented with a grimace, “Being a dictator had many perks; one of them is that you can crunch any project you want without being scoffed at or reprimanded for it.” She read through everything again before concluding and pointing her finger at a vacant spot near the East side of the castle, “There’s an adjacent here that didn’t get accounted for in the revision.”
“Female intuition again?”
“Our spy reported a visual dissimilarity,” The platinum-blonde replied, knocking her knuckles on his forehead without looking for the snippy remark. “She’s practically described the whole damn castle in a 3D model for us.”
“Wow! Sounds like someone got very good eyes.” He commented, curious at how immediately tensed Felicia became.
“…or photographic memory.” She whispered, folding the plan and taking a deep breath before turning her torso around to look at his confused face. “Sylvia made a deal with SHIELD for supplies and weapons, in exchange, Fury wanted a proxy to keep a tap on the whole operation for him.” His confusion lingers, waiting for a clarification. “…he sent The Chameleon.”
The Arachnid went rigid, lost for words, and confused. He took the deepest and longest breath he’d ever done in his life and let the information sink in before opening his mouth wordlessly, he closed it and opened it again with a shuddering breath “…Teresa’s with the Symkarian rebels?” Felicia nodded without a verbal reply. “Son of a…” he stopped himself before spewing the word, taking another deep breath, trying to calm himself down; in hindsight, he might feel a slight stirring deep from within in response to the intensity of his anger. “…Is she alright?”
“Sort of,” Felicia replied, shrugging her shoulders. “She can take care of herself, that’s for sure…but mentally? Too many ghosts, you know?”
“…yeah…” he responded and went into another round of contemplating silence. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Felicia sighed deeply, looking away from him, focusing her eyes on the moon outside the window. “…because she’s useful to our cause.” A gasp from him made her cringe with a grimace. The silence stretched between them, signifying a forming chasm.
“So, what? You just wanna air it out to justify your actions?” the cold in his question cuts into her. “She’s my sister, Felicia,” the warmth often associated with her name spoken by him was nowhere near. “I deserve to know!”
“It’s not—”
“Anything else you kept from me?”
“No…”
“Was keeping me in the dark somehow an entertainment for you?!”
“No!” she exclaimed quickly, turning to face him with turmoil. “No…” she reached for him, but the angry Arachnid got out of bed before she could.
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” he explodes with a primal roar, the shockwave of his bark reverberating around the suite. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white, drawing blood that dropped onto the tiled floor. “Was it Fisk’s idea or yours to get close to me? To get inside my head? To make me care about you and let my guard down so he can take me out?”
“Peter…”
“I bet you guys got quite a show, huh?” he ranted on, ignoring her plea. “Watching Spider-Man and the Black Cat?! It’s fucking hilarious, right?!”
“Peter,” she got up from the bed and took a step toward him, but he took one away. “Will you just listen?”
“Oh, you came up with a script already?” he retorted with a bite. “Where’s the camera? I bet Willy gave you one to film this, right?” he gestured around the room, a hurt and menacing grin plastered on his face. “Ya know, Willy? If you wanna see me so much, I’ll personally pay you a visit when I’m in town!” he spoke to the air like a madman.
Felicia, despite the dread shooting up her spine, decided to close the distance between them and took a stand in front of him. She knows he wouldn’t hurt anyone.
He was not a violent person, just angry.
She cupped his face between her palms firmly and forced him to lock his wild and teary eyes with hers, ignoring the pain from his grip on her wrists as he tried to pry her off. “Peter, please, listen to me.” She pleaded sincerely, and his struggle somewhat lessened. “Teresa hasn’t killed anyone; I’m making sure of it.” She couldn’t help but rectify that assumption, “This?” she motioned in the space between them with a sad smile “It’s real.” She tightened her hold while Peter lessened his. “I didn’t get close to you for some nefarious plan,” she said with a weight that had been lifted off her chest, finally admitting something. “Please. Believe me.” She whispered with a wishful heart, caressing his cheekbones softly with her thumbs.
“…I—” he started, chokingly, eyes hooding “I don’t even know if I can trust my childhood memories anymore…” he said with a threat of a broken heart, finally letting the suppressed frustration out and surrender to his instinct, resting his forehead in the crook of her neck. “My dad’s a HYDRA…my little sister…” he sobbed quietly “Were Ben and May even my family?” his question rings hollow in the suite. “Don’t…” he pleaded, then completely unable to form anything more, so he just gathered the lithe frame of the platinum-blonde firmer against himself, using her presence as an anchor for the time being.
Felicia wished she could provide him with the answer that she did not have. Instead, she finds herself patting the back of his neck and the middle of his back soothingly, silently cooing him in her arms. She couldn’t find a word, so she just planted a chaste kiss on the side of his head, wanting to calm him down. “I won’t…” she offered with a grimace, conflicted.
A rumble of knocks sounded from the door, followed by a muffled call from Johnny Storm. “Everything all right in there? What is happening?”
“It’s nothing,” Felicia answered the concerned call.
“Are you certain?”
“Yes!” she hardened her tone a little.
“I’ll…be across the hall.” The Human Torch relented, retreating into his room.
“…come to bed,” Felicia softly whispered against his ears after the tremors stopped and her nightgown practically soaked from the shoulder down to her midriff; it’s a saving grace she packed only blacks. “You needed rest.” She added and let out a mirthless smile at his nod. Then, as easy as leading a lost puppy, Felicia dragged the exhausted superhuman with her back to the mattress, climbing onto the springy surface before he did so. “I’ll get the light, okay?” she got out to the other side after he gave her a nod and quickly darkened the suite with only a lance of moonlight parting through the veil of darkness. As she settled back down onto the mattress, she gathered the broken vigilante into her arms again and placed his head on her chest, hugging him into her body with soft pats on his head, lulling him to slumber.
Soon, a tune she remembers vaguely to be the one her father would often sing for her at night plays from her lips,
Le ciel bleu au-dessus de nous pourrait bien s'effondrer
(The blue sky over us may well collapse)
Et la terre pourrait bien s'effondrer
(And the Earth may well collapse)
Je me fiche que…tu m'aimes
(I don't care if you…love me)
Je me fiche du monde
(I don't care about the world)
Tant que l'amour inondera mes matins
(As long as love floods my mornings)
Tant que mon corps tremble sous tes mains
(As long as my body trembles under your hands)
Je me fiche des problems
(I don't care about problems)
She hums along as his breathing becomes steady. She paused for a while, unsure of the underlying implications even if her audience of one might not even understand all of it.
Eventually, Felicia found the courage to push forward, embracing it with her beating heart.
Dans le bleu de l'immensité
(In the blue of all immensity)
Dans le ciel, plus de problèmes
(In the sky, no more problems)
Mon…amour, crois-tu que…nous nous aimons ?
(My…love, do you think…we love each other?)
Dieu réunit…ceux qui s'aiment
(God brings together…those who love each other)
She whispered the last note with a quenching in her heart, her hold on the man in her arms tightened, yet it seemed to not be a bother at all as he had already fallen asleep with a slightly less frown on his forehead. “Bonne nuit, mon Araignée…” she whispered into his scalp, nesting her face there as she closed her eyes, unsure of what tomorrow would bring.