The woman introduces herself as Thishula, a member of the Dora Milaje.
When MJ asks her why she's escorting two randos from America, she laughs and explains that, "Spiderman- Peter- fought Thanos, and King T'Challa wanted to show him his gratitude."
She waved goodbye when she got us to our rooms, and left both of us without a good reason.
"...but she's part of the King's guard. Why not send some other warrior?"
"Maybe the King's away on a business trip and they're bored?"
"They're professionals, Peter." She wheeled around and grabbed his shoulders, "I bet you it's a distraction and that something really weird is going to happen."
I began to pry her fingers, who were holding me in a vice-like grip, off of me, nodding, when I realize that there's no bed in this room. There's only a couch and an armchair.
"Hey MJ? Where do we sleep?" I turn to look for her; she moved away while I was busy being confused, and I see an open door. That would be the bedroom.
The bed looks really comfy.
And MJ's opened up her phone by the foot of it, right in my way.
"WHAT THE HELL PARKER YOU MADE MY DROP MY PHONE IF IT'S DEAD I SWEAR TO GOD YOU'LL DIE"
"...kisses?"
"ye"
"Well come here then."
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Lost Home
FanfictionMysterio's not dead. But he is out for blood. Michelle finds Peter nearly dead on the bridge after the fight with Mysterio, who is nowhere to be found. After he attacks Aunt May, leaving a note for Peter to dissapear, Peter decides to run away. O...
