Cosmic Madness (Peter Parker Fan Fiction)

Epilogue

Third Person Narrative

~Six Months Later~

It had been a while since their travel through the multiverse, but now Amora was settled into Peter's universe. They had been able to spend time together, uninterrupted, just enjoying eachothers company. They live together now in Peter's apartment. Peter goes out as the friendly neighborhood spider-man and the now famed "enchantress" alongside her partner. It was a quiet yet livid life, and neither would have it any other way. They were falling in love with each other.

Amora awoke from slumber, in her normal place lying on Peter's chest listening to his heartbeat, the rhythm soothing her. Her eyes fluttered open the sight of Peter flooding her vision.

"Good morning." She murmured softly.

"Morning." Peter replied, kissing the top of her head, "You know what day it is?"

"Hmm... Friday?" Amora chuckled.

"You mean date night?" Peter teased rolling over, now her on top of him.

Amora leaned down for a kiss, Peter cupping both sides of her face in the process.

"How could I forget?" Amora teased back, "Movie night. My pick."

"What's your pick?" Peter smirked.

"I'm thinking," Amora continued, "How about...Murder on the orient express?"

"Perfect." Peter smiled

Amora rolled out of the bed, running to the kitchen to make coffee. It was their routine, enjoy their mornings together, the honeymoon phase. She put the grounds in the machine, inhaling the nice scent of the coffee. She felt Peter's arms wrap around behind her, his chin nuzzling in the crevice of her neck. She let herself go a little, giving into his embrace.

"This is nice." Amora whispered, "Spending the mornings with you."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Peter replied, kissing her neck.

She turned her head so she could kiss him properly. He lifted her onto the counter, deepening their kiss. She held her hands around his neck, pulling him closer leaving barely any space between them. Alas, their embrace got cut short, one of Peter's radios receiving a transmission.

"That's me." Peter groaned.

"See you later?" Amora frowned.

"You sure you don't want to come with me?" Peter asked.

"I don't think I'm needed today." Amora smiled, "But I'll order food later and get everything set up for date night."

"Sounds good." He said kissing her briefly before running out the door.

She had the apartment to herself, perfect she thought. It had been six months since she moved here, and she wasn't big on anniversaries but yet she still wanted to celebrate. Movie night was still happening, yes, but she was going to make it more special. Home cooked meal, instead of takeout, and making the couch into a makeshift bed. She wasn't the best cook, everything was made for her in Asgard, but for Peter she would try.

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It was nearing six o'clock, and Amora was basically finished. She had made Peter's favourite spaghetti and meatballs, and made the couch into a comfy oasis for her and Peter to lounge and watch the movie. Everything was perfect and set, she felt proud and was excited to surprise Peter. She heard the door open and there Peter came through, a smile appearing on his face.

"What's all this?" Peter grinned at her.

"I'm not big on anniversaries," Amora replied, "But I heard that six months is a lot here on earth."

"Six months, wow." Peter's smile grew wider.

"I made your favourite." Amora said, "Spaghetti and meatballs."

Peter came up to her, and lifted her off her feet, spinning her around. Amora planted a kiss on his lips, breathing him in. Amora moved her feet back as Peter put her on the ground, creeping her way to the wall. She backed up until she felt the hard surface on her back for support, now deepening her kiss with Peter. They were both breathing heavily, taking breaths of air when they could. Peter let go from her lips, earning a frown from Amora.

"As much as I would love to continue this," Peter spoke, "We should really eat this lovely meal that you made.

Amora smiled, the appreciation he had for her made her smitten. She walked towards the kitchen grabbing two bowls for them and serving her homemade dish. She sat the dishes on the small dining table where the two of them sat and ate. She listened as he talked about his neighborhood duties he had today, how he helped some people getting robbed and such. Amora loved how much Peter cared about others, no matter how big or small of problems they had. They continued to talk, when they heard a crash, it sounded like it was right outside their door. It wasn't anything suspicious, maybe someone had just dropped something, Amora thought. They continued their conversation, if anyone needed help, Peter would sense it.

"I hope you're excited to watch the movie." Amora stated.

"I like anything you like." Peter replied.

They went to the half bed, half couch and turned on the movie. But when it started, it began to glitch, the picture becoming distorted and cutting out the sound.

"Is there a scratch on the disc?" Amora asked, looking at Peter.

Peter was frozen, not literally, but he looked as if he was a statue, sweat droplets rolling down his face. Concentrated on his breathing, his thinking. She put her hand to his face wiping the sweat away.

"Peter, what's happening?" Amora asked worriedly.

"Someone's at the door." Peter said, still breathing hard.

Bang. Bang. The door had received relatively loud taps, that's why Peter was acting strange, his spidey sense had sensed it already. Amora kissed Peter's head and got up to answer the door in his place, to let him get his mind in check.

"Coming!" Amora shouted, as she rushed to the door.

She didn't bother to look through the peephole, she just opened the door to see who it was and what they wanted. She looked up and stared at the figure, the air getting caught in her throat, her heart beating anxiously.

"Amora." The figure spoke.

"Amora, who is it?" Peter shouted from the couch.

She was silent for another minute or two, staring at the man in front of her. Her heart was skipping a beat, lip quivering, she wasn't scared, she was in shock. What was happening right in front of her wasn't impossible, but it still didn't feel real.

"Loki." She choked.

How was he alive? Why was he here? So many questions had gone through her head. The most pressing one being, what the hell was she going to do.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I'm going to be starting the sequel this week! Look out for the second part of this book coming, and hope you enjoyed this book :)