fandomtownies | Come As You Were Dance, Community Center, Saturday Evening

Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

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"I've dealt with this kind of stuff before," Peter said while going in for the hug. "Trust me, it gets better eventually. Stay here long enough and you'll meet other versions of me, and I promise it won't always be traumatic."

And considering how much she reminded him of his Gwen, there was even the chance he'd come back to life, too. But he wasn't going to mention that, just in case.

"Ugh, that's more than I can deal with right now," Gwen said, hugging him tightly. "Stick to this part."

"Will do. I'm great at sticking to things. It's kind of what I do," Peter joked.

"Hey, I don't suppose you want to come back to New York with me," Gwen half-teased. "I know Queens sucks, but I'm awesome."

"Hey, Queens is great, too," Peter said. "Unfortunately, I have stuff I have to get back to once this weekend is over."

"Like what?" She had to ask, even if she didn't want to.

"Less superhero stuff than I used to do," Peter said. "I'm a blogger who focuses on government issues. I eventually figured that's the best way to manage wider change than I was able to manage in tights."

"That's... safer, I mean," Gwen said. "Doesn't really sound like you, though."

"My situation changed," Peter said. He died. Came back to life. Didn't have all of the connections to home that he might have thanks to all his time in Fandom and LA. And it was all when he was older than Gwen's version of him. By then? Miles Morales knew what the hell he was doing, and he was such a good Spider-Man. "And I left the Spidey stuff in the hands of people who could do it even better than me."

She nodded. "I'm just glad you're okay."

For some strange reason.

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