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✸ Chapter Eighteen: Peter Parker's Got a Problem

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𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Peter Parker's Got a Problem

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍, 𝐍𝐘𝐂 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝟎𝟑 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔

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          "Steve's here."

A fifteen-year-old half-asleep Lizzie Carter paused, the foam from her toothpaste collecting on the edges of her mouth as she turned to look at her mom in confusion. Being that it was only a few minutes before she had to leave for school, Lizzie looked like she usually did in the mornings—her slept-in bun looked more like a rats nest, the oversized t-shirt swarmed her pajama shorts, and she was squinting to block out the light. Sophia Carter had Sammy on her hip, the boy gnawing on a toy that she was pretty sure belonged to their dog (but oh well). Her mom's blonde hair was pulled up into a greasy ponytail and her eyes were worn out, but Lizzie always thought she looked pretty. And scary.

"Why?" she muffled out, moving her toothbrush to one side of her mouth. She saw Sammy start to squirm when he saw her, and she quickly spit and rinsed her mouth, barely throwing the toothbrush under the water. "And you left him alone with Dad?"

Sophia sighed, handing Sammy over to Lizzie. "I know. Probably not the best idea."

"Hi bubba," she cooed down at her baby brother, officially two-and-a-half years old and picking up all of her bad habits. He wrapped himself around her like a koala, and she stabilized him. "So he didn't say anything? Usually he doesn't pick me up on Tuesdays."

"Just went to talk to his boyfriend."

"Makes sense."

Sophia and Lizzie stepped out of the the bathroom in the Carter's Brooklyn apartment, Sammy tugging on some of the loose hair that had escaped from Lizzie's bun. She wasn't having the greatest week so far. Acne was starting to reek havoc in her life, she had twenty billion exams, and she felt like she was on her period every other day of the week (like that particular week, FYI) so she wasn't really excited for school. The only thing getting her through the day was the fact that she had a game later on—that was it. Even though she'd nearly blown out her shoulder yesterday at practice, she couldn't wait to be on the field.

When they got out to the living room, Steve was leaning against the island in their kitchen (marble, because their mother claimed it looked expensive) with her dad on the other side. Mike Carter was a tall man, about the same height as Steve, and stood with his back against the counter as he talked with his friend. Sophia and Lizzie shared a look. For the last two years, the bromance between Mike and Steve got stronger. You'd think Mike would be the one ready to pummel Steve's head in (or...ya know, try to) when he found that Steve was seeing his oldest daughter, but Mike was probably planning the wedding behind their backs. It was Sophia that Steve had to win over.

He'd done that quickly. Both men looked up when they saw them, Sophia walking into the kitchen and smiling softly when Steve greeted her with a hug. Mike gave her a kiss before starting to help her with breakfast. Lizzie, in the process, blinked with bleary and tired eyes at Steve before walking over to where he was standing. He smiled softly down at her and Sammy, his heart warming when she silently wrapped her free arm around his middle and dropped her head into his chest, still sleepy. He returned the hug around her and her brother, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and grinning when Sammy reached up to tug on the neckline of his collar.

"Rough night?" he asked, to which she nodded into his chest then sighed before pulling away, letting Sammy mess with the dog-tags around her neck. She glanced up, her brown eyes sunken in from exhaustion, her bun holding onto its last life. "Nightmares?"

She shook her head, avoiding eye contact. "Too hot. You know our AC sucks. What's up? Did you come from our place?"

Our place was Lizzie and Sharon's apartment only a few blocks away. But because Sharon was currently on a case with the CIA in God-Knows-Where, she was staying with her parents. On the weekends, she usually stayed at the apartment with Steve. He basically lived there. He stayed at the Tower sometimes throughout the week, but he almost always ended up at their apartment. The nightmares were not as severe there—he felt safe, at home, and ever since D.C. it felt weird to not be around each other. Plus Steve was dating Sharon. So. That happened.

"Tower," he corrected, and then when Sammy started to lean forward, Steve grabbed him from Lizzie so that he didn't topple over trying to get to him. He grinned down at the little boy. "Hey, buddy."

"Swee!"

Sammy still wasn't great with his T's and V's. Steve was Swee and she was Leelee. He liked E's.

"Steve, you want breakfast?" Sophia asked over her shoulder. "Think we're gonna make french toast."

Steve's internal battle was felt because no one made better food that Sophia. He frowned, glancing at her before he met eyes with Lizzie. "No, thanks, Soph. I appreciate it. I was going to see if I could drop MJ off at school today—"

"—oh, we aren't walking, are we?" Lizzie interrupted in horror. "It's like three miles. And it's hot out. My hair will get frizzy!"

He paused, blinking at her. "Well, I guess we can take my motorcycle—"

"—and have helmet hair? Ugh. Steve!"

Lizzie Carter turned around on her heel, huffing to herself as she marched back to her room to get dressed for school today. Steve stood there for a second, his mouth half-open in disbelief, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Sammy tugged on his shirt, drool falling out of his mouth and onto him. Steve turned around slowly to look at Sophia and Mike, the former of who seemed oblivious to her daughter's mood swings while Mike shrugged dramatically at his friend and raised his hands high in the air.

"Your guess is as good as mine, pal," Mike declared, stepping forward to take his son from Steve. He clapped his friend's shoulder."Teenagers."

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"What happened to that one kid?"

"You need to be more specific than that. You call everyone kid."

"Bad attitude?"

"Ben? He didn't have a bad attitude. You just didn't like him."

Steve Rogers scowled at the reminder of when he'd caught MJ kissing Ben right outside of their Brooklyn apartment in the middle of the sidewalk like it wasn't a public disturbance. It had not been a good experience for him, especially when Lizzie came in pretending like nothing had happened when she just kissed a boy right in front of him. He questioned taking bleach to his eyeballs, spluttering about the experience to Sharon—who rolled her eyes at him—then to Sophia—who also rolled her eyes at him—and then to Mike, who sighed heavily and commented about how it was starting. Steve didn't want it starting. He didn't want anyone starting anything with MJ.

He didn't get what he wanted.

They decided to walk to school, and Lizzie's solution to the heat-problem was to put her hair into two French braids and refrain from wearing her softball jersey until she was on school property. So that left her in a pair of shorts that probably (definitely) went against dress-code, but she'd just complain about having a heat stroke and get her way. She was a people person—that was what made her so good at what Steve called "strategic training" because he refused to put Lizzie in the same category as a spy. Even though she had a family of them.

"Besides," she started, skipping a step or two. She smiled at an older woman coming out of her favorite local bakery, quickly lurching forward to hold open the door for her. The elderly woman smiled and thanked her. "Of course! Have a great day—he was clingy. I don't do clingy."

Steve paused, looking down at the shorter girl, wrinkling his nose. "You...don't do clingy?"

God help him.

"Nope. I love affection. Most of the time. But I don't like clingy people. He always wanted to hang out with me and never wanted me to be around anyone else. He would get upset whenever Taylor came over and complain—can you believe that? Like I'd choose him over her," she snorted, pursing her lips to one side of her mouth. "I'm not gonna let anyone take away my freedom. Especially not someone who thinks my world should revolve around him."

Ah, the swell of pride. Steve smiled down at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side. She protested, whining about him babying her in public, while he leant down and pressed a kiss to her head as best as he could. Since he was out in the open, he wore a baseball hat—not for his own safety, but for Lizzie's. All of the Avengers hid their identities around her. They never wanted her used against them (even if Natasha constantly reminded them she'd put up a fight).

"That's my girl."

"Oh, whatever. I know you just don't like him. You've hated everyone I dated."

He looked offended. "I didn't hate everyone..."

"Name one person you liked that I've dated," she challenged, turning to cross her arms over her chest and raise her eyebrows at him.

"I liked...what's her name, C.T.?" Lizzie scowled instantly and started forward. Steve instantly jogged to catch up to her again.  "What? What'd I say? I thought you guys ended on good terms! Share said—"

Lizzie whipped her head around to stare at him. "We don't talk about her!"

"...okay. So we hate her?"

"We hate her."

Lizzie Carter and C.T. (Catherine) Clemins did not last very long. She was a sophomore on the softball team, right-field, which unfortunately meant that the two girls spent a lot of their time staring bored at one another until a ball came to the outfield. During the first few months of her high school experience, and when she was doing conditioning every morning, Lizzie developed a crush on C.T. that she should have known would crash and burn—especially because one day, things just kind of imploded on their short relationship all of a sudden and now the two could barely look at each other.

She'd never been in any 'real' relationship. C.T. was probably as close as she came to that. There were a couple of people she had seen here and there, but the only two she'd ever actually kissed were C.T. and Ben (and Casey). Neither of those went well for her, so she essentially swore off all men and women for the rest of her life. Steve and her dad would be happy. Both of them tried their hardest to be intimidating but everyone knew the scariest person in her life was Sophia Carter—including Mike and Steve, who turned into scolded puppies around her

"So, um," he cleared his throat, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Three years later and he was still vastly under-prepared for a hormonal and cranky teenager growing up on him. "I actually need to talk to you."

Lizzie let the conversation from before brush off her shoulder. Teenage-angst aside, her face fell serious and she turned to look over at him in confusion. "Okay. What's wrong? Have you guys heard from Bruce? Is Nat okay—"

Bruce disappeared after the Battle of Sokovia. A lot had happened after Ultron. Lizzie was only apart of the beginning of the fight, when the robot was just getting his gears and kinks for world domination worked out. It was in Sokovia, with two HYDRA test-tube experiments in the form of twins, that everything fell apart. Literally. Lizzie knew that Steve still struggled to hear the name of the place ruined, thousands of lives taken, just like the rest of the world fought on whether or not the Avengers were truly helping or hurting their society. Lizzie knew her answer to that. Didn't mean thousands of people dying was any more alright.

"She's alright. She just got back last night from her last mission. That's actually what I was going to talk to you about..." he paused, and she did too, halting on her walk to school. She kept her undivided attention on him. "We're leaving in an hour. Me, Nat, Sam, and Wanda—"

Lizzie's brows shot up. "Wanda?"

She loved Wanda, don't get her wrong, the girl was only a couple years older than her. But she was still training. She was less trained that Lizzie was, and God forbid Steve ever let her go on a mission with him—but Wanda Maximoff also had the super-human abilities that HYDRA had inflicted upon her and her twin, Pietro during their experimentations. She wanted to be better. After losing her brother—her other half—she had nowhere else to go. Steve gave her the benefit of the doubt, which meant that Lizzie did too.

"She's been training nonstop, and we might need her."

"For what? What are you doing?" When Steve's lips set into a tight line, Lizzie narrowed her eyes at him. "Nu uh. Don't do that with me. Don't shut me out. We tell each other everything. No secrets. That's part of the deal here. What is it, Steve?"

He sighed, glancing over his shoulder and stepping closer to Lizzie when a pair passed by them. A father and daughter, the little girl holding onto her backpack enthusiastically and skipping ahead as she drug her dad behind her. He pursed his lips together tightly, then he looked back at MJ. She was so much older. So much more mature. Less of someone who went on boisterous rants and now more calculated with her words—less energetic and more aware of her surroundings. He knew half of it was because of the Battle at the Triskelion and her struggles with her panic attacks and PTSD. Some of it was her training the past two years. Another big chunk of it was just that she was just getting older.

"Sam and Carson caught a lead."

Lizzie's face fell instantly.

"Is it him?" she asked quietly, her eyes molding with concern. "Steve—"

Her fingers fumbled for the dog-tags for comfort, just like she'd done when she was thirteen. He glanced down at the necklace wrapped around her neck. She always kept them on display. Steve's were more difficult to explain to people who asked why she had Captain America's tags. She usually told them they were a replica, but she never hid them. Ever. She promised to always wear them proudly. But neither one of them could help but feel like the chain was missing another set.

"I'm not sure. That's why we're going to head out in a bit. I just wanted to walk you to school and let you know..and say goodbye—I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, and with Sharon gone too..." he sighed, looking down at her. "I'm sorry I'm missing your game today. Clint said he would stop by. Vision and Happy might come, too."

Lizzie waved him off, shaking her head. "Stop. It's fine, there's like six more games until playoffs. Go find him. Bring him home. It's more important."

"I'll try," he said, giving her a half-smile. "C'mon, let's get you to school, MJ."

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𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 & 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

Peter Parker stared ahead at the girl, his chin in his hand, unbeknownst to him that his best friend, Ned Leeds, had been talking to him for the last ten minutes. Another day of staring at Liz Allen in the cafeteria, wanting desperately for her to notice that he was boring holes into her freaking skull. But no. He was just Peter. Peter freaking Parker—and since no one could know that he was the person everyone was watching on their phones right now, Peter Parker was boring. As far as the world knew, the new hero on the block, Spider-Man, was as distantly related to Peter as humans were to a rock. Even though he'd been the one to stop that car from hitting the bus. And he was the hero. But whatever.

He frowned momentarily when his view of Liz got blocked by another Liz. Well, Lizzie. Peter sighed heavily and blinked at the girl. Must've been a game-day. Lizzie Carter was wearing her softball jersey, the number '3' on her right shoulder and the back of her blue jersey, with a headphone wire dangling out of her ear like always. His mouth twisted slightly with indifference. Peter didn't not like Lizzie Carter. They just had absolutely nothing in common, except maybe that they were both smart. The only sentence that he'd ever uttered to the girl was "oh, sorry," when he nearly ran into her, and that intimidated him enough to last a lifetime.

She was an athlete—a good one. Peter was in marching band. Peter had barely been able to run a mile, and Lizzie Carter was always the fastest of them all in gym class. She seemed nice enough—everyone in Midtown loved her regardless of the fact that she was just a freshman—but...Peter didn't really see himself ever having a conversation with her. He thought she was kind of....scary. So he just blinked again, waiting for her and her best friend, Taylor Brentwell, to move out of the way so that he could continue ogling Liz Allen. Except she stayed and talked to Liz, making him even more annoyed by Lizzie Carter because she could talk to his crush so easily and he couldn't.

On the other side of the cafeteria, Lizzie leant up against the lunch table with Taylor standing next to her, the two girls talking to the small group sitting down at the lunch table. Lizzie, in particular, made conversation with Liz Allen. She took pictures sometimes at the Midtown softball games for yearbook, so they'd become friends over the last couple months when she talked to her afterwards. Lizzie thought she was nice, but perhaps too perfect.

"Lizzie, hey! Have you seen this?" she asked, grabbing Lizzie's wrist and pulling her closer. Lizzie glanced down at the phone being stuck in front of her face, Youtube pulled up. "Watch! Spider-Man saved a bus from being hit!"

So she watched, her lips pursing together tightly as she inspected the video closely. For the last few months in NYC, a new hero had showed up and decided to start saving the day around the neighborhood. Lizzie didn't buy it. She drove herself crazy the first time he popped up out of nowhere, ranting about Spider-Man for a good thirty minutes to Steve and Sharon before they got annoyed with her interrupting their date (well, sorrrrrry!) so she went to Tony while he fiddled with his gadgets and occasionally let her touch a part or two out of interest. Tony, on the other hand, was more than happy to indulge in her interest over Spider-Man and promised to figure out more information for her.

That was a month ago. Lizzie was becoming convinced Tony knew something and wasn't telling her just to see her face go red—he called her Bob the Tomato from Vegetales when she was mad—and she hated it. Not that she didn't have her suspicions on who Spider-Man was. The thought made her look up when she felt a pair of eyes on her, glancing across the cafeteria. Peter Parker was staring at her—well, staring through her—and Ned Leeds had blushed the moment Lizzie looked in their direction.

"Somebody's got a crush," Taylor muttered lowly in Lizzie's ear. When she looked away to shoot her best friend a look, Taylor snorted. "Oh, no. Not on you. He's looking at you like your transparent. Sorry, Caspar. I meant Liz. I think Leeds might have a crush on you, though—or he's lookin' at you like you're gonna kill him. Can't tell."

Lizzie rolled her eyes at Taylor and turned back around to the group, waving goodbye to them and dragging her by her wrist so that they could get to their lunch-table. The two girls shoved each other a couple times, grinning and muttering about their game later on that day. Peter Parker didn't look at her again. Lizzie Carter didn't look either. Instead, she just flopped down at the table diagonal to his own, half-way filled up by their other two counterparts.

"You see the vid?" instantly came out of the mouth of Arthur, or Art, Langley. He was on the wrestling team—he was also absolutely killer at mathematics and engineering—and had a man-crush on Spider-Man. No, he wasn't gay. At least, Lizzie didn't think he was. But who knows. Who cares? "I'm telling you. Whatever the hell is going around in the water, get me some of it. I wanna be a superhero, man. It ain't fair. You know how many half-Japanese superheroes there are? Not enough!"

Taylor rolled her eyes and grabbed some of his hot cheetos. "What would you be called? Super-Dweeb?"

"Nah, he'd be Iron Dweeb—" Lizzie added, grinning at Art because she knew Iron Man was his favorite avenger. "Spider-Boy and Iron Dweeb to the rescue. You can be the Robin to his Batman."

"He is a man," Art corrected, shooting Lizzie a sharp look. "And sign me up."

"Gotta pass Cap's physical fitness test first, bud," said the fourth-person at their table, Eli Conway, who was on the varsity baseball team at Midtown as a sophomore. He was also great at biology. He flashed his bright eyes in her direction, knowingly. "Maybe get some pointers from the reigning champ over here."

Art glanced over at Eli, scowling. "Lizzie is not human. She's a supernatural cyborg created by aliens to manipulate humanity into accepting them before they invade us. She doesn't count."

"It's true," Lizzie agreed, taking a sip of her water bottle. "Although, I wish my creators made me indestructible. Maybe then my shoulder wouldn't be so sore from practice yesterday."

Taylor frowned, the only one who knew about her shoulder injury from a few years ago. "Maybe if you stopped pushing yourself—"

"Sorry. Can't hear you. Music's up too loud," she gestured to her headphones, still dangling out of one year, and then turned back to Art. That was Lizzie's way of ignoring the glare Taylor gave her. "So what's the deal on Spidey? What're our theories here, people? Flesh-eating bacteria turned supernatural abilities? Swan dive into a vat of radioactivity? Ooo—ooo, what if he was raised by spiders!...actually, ew. I'd die. Count me out."

"I thought you said you weren't obsessed with Spider-Boy," Eli looked at her pointedly.

Lizzie blinked at him, mildly offended. "Don't you dare insinuate my intrigue over a vigilante playing dress-up is anything similar to Art's unhealthy obsession!"

"I think Iron Man has created a league of crime fighting superheroes," Art said matter-of-factly, disregarding the comment about his obsession with Spider-Man. Probably because he couldn't even deny it.

"Yeah. They're called the Avengers."

"You know what I mean...like...he's creating them. In his lab. What if Spider-Man is a test tube baby?" Art leaned forward, wiggling his eyebrows at Lizzie. Taylor scoffed and went to her backpack, pulling out the homework she didn't do the night before. "I'm serious! Think about it, if anyone's going to have the resources to make mini-heroes in their secret laboratory, it's Tony Stark."

Lizzie's nose wrinkled. Knowing Tony personally and having conversations like this—well, knowing all of the Avengers and having conversations like this—always felt odd. Sometimes it brought her back to when she was thirteen-years-old and pretending to be someone she wasn't. Not that that was a complete lie. She was always hiding something. There was a whole lot to Lizzie Carter that no one, not even Taylor, knew about her. She had to keep it that way, not just for her own safety but for the safety of those she loved most. Lizzie would never let herself become a weapon to use against the ones she loved the most. Rumlow was still out there somewhere.

"Why would Tony Stark create mini-heroes when he's friends with Captain America and Thor?" Eli asked his friend, turning to give him raised-eyebrows. "Put Spider-Dude up in the big leagues, let's see how he does."

"You're just jealous."

"You're obsessed."

"I'll stop being obsessed with Spider-Man when you stop being obsessed with—"

Before Art could finish the retort, Taylor was cutting all of them off by waving her hand desperately in front of them, shushing the conversation immediately. Eli's cheeks flushed before they turned to look at their curly-haired friend. Taylor had stopped doing homework and started looking at her phone. All of them waited expectantly for the urgent update she felt like sharing.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, Spider Dork and Iron Dweeb—" Taylor urged, still glancing down at her phone with furrowed brows. "Something happened. Something bad—"

All of them shot up slightly. It seemed the reaction was going around the rest of the cafeteria as everyone suddenly fell silent, staring at their phones with looks of horror spread along their faces. Something inside of Lizzie's heart dropped—an instinct she'd developed by now telling her when something was wrong. Eli and Art were impatiently wanting for the news but Lizzie already pulled out her own phone. When she realized that she had missed notifications while her phone was on silent, her stomach churned. She felt sick.

"—engers were in Lagos. Maximoff blew up a building. There were hundreds of people inside—"

Lizzie pushed herself up from the cafeteria table quickly, swinging her legs around to get past Taylor. All three of her friends glanced up momentarily, confused, before returning back to their phones. They were used to weird stuff like that happening with her. What they didn't know was that she ran out of the cafeteria in a panic, ripping her headphones out of her ear and going straight to the exit doors of the school. The second that the cold air rushed into her lungs, Lizzie leant over, vomiting her mom's breakfast all over one of the dead shrubs.

When she looked up, her eyes watering from the pressure of throwing up, she barely managed to see Peter Parker through glossy vision. He caught her eye when he was already on the other side of the high security gate meant to keep students in and strangers out. They only stared at each other for a few seconds before he was running away, and Lizzie was reaching for her phone, calling the first number she could think of. Then, she waited impatiently, feeling the beginnings of her insides churn again and the air start to feel a little thicker—not here, not here, not here, not here—then the phone dial picked up.

"I'm okay. I'm fine, MJ. We're safe. He's dead, Lizzie. Rumlow's dead."

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆:

(The My-Mom-Is-Going-To-Kill-Me Club!)

"OH, WE ARE SO DEAD. SO DEAD. SO SO VERY DEAD."

"SHUT UP, DUDE. IF YOU SAY THAT ONE MORE TIME, I'LL BE REASON YOU'RE DEAD."


"Sometimes I think it would be easier if me and Lizzie just got married. I mean, I'd be fine if she cheated on me sometimes y'know? No big deal. Open relationships are cool. Plus, I'd never leave her. And we'd only ever fight over who ate the last Easy-Mac cup."

"All I'm saying is 'Blindspot' is a really terrible superhero name, Lizzie...you literally have twenty hoodies with it on the back. Who're you trying to fool? A blind person? Irony!"

"Oh? You mean I didn't reek gay panic?"

"I'm trying to figure out who in your family isn't attractive...I mean. You guys are the Hollywood definition of 'this-is-fucking-bullshit'. I don't even like coming over because it just makes me feel uglier standing around my family."

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𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮:

(WE'RE-THE-COOL-PARENTS-RIGHT?)

"Elizabeth Jay Carter, I swear to God, if you walk out of that door, I will take away your...your...MJ! I'll take Steve away from you!


"What's a bromance, and why do Steve and I have one?"

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Author's Note:

WE'RE HERE. WE'RE ACTUALLY HERE. SO MANY NEW CHARACTERS AND SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS SECOND PART OF THE STORY. I can't wait! I love absolutely everything about her and her family.  Do you love them as much as I do? Because I feel like not enough stories include the parents and Lizzies' are too important NOT to.

WHAT ABOUT THE NEW CHARACTERS? We finally meet Taylor in person! AND ELI. AND ART. AND C.T. UGH. I love them all. I can't wait to share them with you.

BUT MJ AND PETER....I CAN'T WAIT. There is going to be so much development between them. I'm playing this differently. I know some stories start with an instant crush, but...didn't seem realistic. I want to keep everything as closely to the same as the movies!

As always, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! What are you excited for?

All my love to you! LETS DO THIS.

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