I did see heaven. I think. Might’ve been dreaming, not sure.
But my Uncle Ben was there. My folks, this girl I used to love, her dad, and a lot of other people I feel like I let down. It was kind of nice.
Yeaaah. I wouldn’t recommend.
That depends on what his exact definition of death is.
Like, dead for an extended period of time? If so, technically, yeah. Doc Ock was in control of his body for a period of time while his mind was still there.
Talk about an out of body experience.
If only he knew martial arts before the spider gnawed on his palm. He definitely wouldn’t be friends with Flash today.
But that’s good to hear. He’s doing his best and that’s what matters at the end of the day. She’s lucky to have him as a role model.
Well, he certainly isn’t changing diapers. But, it seems to be going fine. She’s in school. Already ahead of most students curricular wise.
There’s been a few talks about 𝙣𝙤𝙩 using martial arts to beat up bullies who stand no chance.
How’s that going?
Peter would offer some advice but he’s not sure he’s the best-suited since he’s two kids in and still can’t change a diaper to save his life.
Danny winces in exaggerated offense, swatting half-heartedly at Luke’s hand.
“Harsh. I risk my soul in the name of chi and ancient tiger spirits, and this is the thanks I get?”
Luke’s right though. He’s showered about 3 times so far. Still nothing.
“I was passing through. Heard whispers about some trouble stirring near Mott Street. Figured if the air in Chinatown feels off, you’d be the first to sense it.”
Danny returns the gesture, mirroring the fist to palm with equal respect, a soft smile touching his face.
“Shang, it’s always good to see you.”
He steps forward, posture relaxed but attentive—never quite dropping his guard.