Fractured Mind

Chapter 29

EPILOGUE

Peter was laying down on his bed staring up at the ceiling, a huge smile on his face.

The dream he had last night was filled with happy memories of Mary Jane, Harry, and Gwen.

There was suddenly a frantic knocking on his bedroom door.

"Peter? Peter! We're going to be late," Aunt May called to him, "you'd better be in there. The city will be safe for the next couple of hours!"

"Coming Aunt May!" Peter smiled and shook his head. He had informed his aunt about everything. It was only fair since she was looking after the twins for him while he was unable to. Of course, when he told her about being Spider-Man, she laughed and said she'd known since he and Gwen had started dating.

He got dressed and opened up the door, heading towards the stairs. Right as he was about to head down, something jumped onto his back.

"Argh!" he yelled and turned his head to see who was on his back.

"Good morning Daddy!" an excited voice yelled, and lips pecked him on the cheek.

"Morning, Violet," Peter laughed as his daughter jumped from his back, auburn hair flowing behind her.

Violet jumped in front of him and crossed her arms, "you're running late. We're going to be late for my play."

"Sorry, baby, Daddy just had another one of his dreams, and I—"

"Was it about Mommy again?" she asked.

He smiled down at her, "yes. Yes it was."

"Okay then, I forgive you," she smiled and bounded down the stairs, Peter following her. Aunt May was waiting in the front room for them, as Violet ran past her.

"I can't believe they're five already," Aunt May shook her head, "the both of them are smarter than any ten year old I know."

Peter laughed, "I know. They're going to pass me up here pretty soon."

She rolled her eyes at him and smiled, "please, they already have."

"Where's Andrew?" Peter asked looking around.

"You tell me! That boy gets in more trouble than someone I know," she said, winking at Peter, "I'll get Violet in the car. Go find him, we're running late!" Aunt May rushed out the door, Violet trailing behind her.

"Andrew!" Peter called out. He heard a giggle coming from upstairs.

"Hmm... I wonder where he could be...?" Peter said, pretending to search for him as he heading upstairs.

Another giggle. Peter walked into the kids' room where he heard the giggle and looked around, but found nothing.

"Andrew Harrison! We're running late for your sister's play!" he called out. He stepped out of the room and something dropped from the ceiling onto his back.

"Gotcha!" a sly little voice laughed. Peter laughed and looked behind him, at the mini version of himself.

"You did, kiddo! We're running late for your sister's play, so let's get going."

"Okay, Dad," Andrew jumped down.

"Now, I know how you just love to use your powers to joke around with your sister and to have fun at home, but remember what I said about when we go out in public?"

Andrew nodded to him, "I know, Daddy. I have to be responsible with them. Then, when I'm old enough, I can be a hero like you!" he smiled and hugged his father.

Peter smiled and ruffled his son's hair.

"I'll be an amazing hero because I have awesome-er powers! I can make my own webbing!" Andrew giggled and shot a strand of webbing at the ceiling and jumped down the stairs.

Peter rolled his eyes and followed his son down the stairs. Before he went out the front door, he stared briefly at the canvas picture of Mary Jane in the front room.

"They really are amazing," he said to the picture, "I wish that you had gotten to meet them."

He strolled out the front door and everyone was already in the car waiting for him. Aunt May and Violet were waving him forward and Andrew looked like he was trying to unstick his hand from the ceiling in the car.

He smiled at his little family. They were everything to him. His world.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was.