"Susan, did Aiden mention he is not coming?"
Athena's question cut through the low hum of electronics as she settled deeper into the plush armchair in Spider's living room. The inner circle had gathered, and the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.
Just like during their previous briefings, Spider had converted his living space into a high-tech room. Multiple projectors cast crisp, high-definition displays onto the sweeping walls, and an array of encrypted monitors blinked with live data streams.
Gianna leaned back against the cushions of her sofa, a subtle wave of reassurance washing over her. There was something profoundly soothing about the way Spider worked. He was always on point, meticulous, and entirely unflappable.
Looking at the seamless setup, she felt a quiet surge of gratitude for having him in the family fold. He stripped the chaos away from their war, making the impossible look effortless.
