Ah, another Sunday in New York. This one's going to be blissful...with luck.

In some towers, church bells ring. With luck, Venom's not on patrol in there. But then, for Venom, it wouldn't be so much a patrol as it would be a hunt...or whatever Spider-Man's enemies call it when their alter egos have nothing either more human or better to do.

They've each probably got a different name for it. There's no unity among foes, after all...

Peter's surprised that there are still churches in New York at all. It seems all the white settlers who live here have finally outgrown their religious ancestors' preferences...

Well... ALMOST all white settlers. But then, some white folks here aren't so much settlers as they are immigrants. In this case, this wedding will happen in a Ukrainian Orthodox Church.

Still doesn't make much sense to Peter... But then, from what he's heard, Ukraine is ruled by a right-wing faction these days; conservatism and nationalism, and all that... AND the Ukrainian Orthodox Church, just as much...

To this wedding, many come. The groom's side is just about stocked. Many miscellaneous folks sit on the bride's side. There are some here who don't believe in this marriage...

In contact lenses and a tux, the groom presents himself, at the altar. It's Peter Parker. Throughout the church, ushers show guests to their seats.

On the other side, flower girls assemble. Peter almost feels bad for his bride, that there's no maid of honor...

Then again, it seems more likely that he feels this bad for HIMSELF. Peter shudders. He's not entirely sure that he's ready to give up being single...

Soon, it won't matter. Throughout the church, the noise dies, and the organ plays.

The bride presents herself. From across the church, Peter can see her face...and her shoulders. It's Betty Brant. She's about to become Mrs. Parker...for better or worse.

Peter tries to stay sane, as she approaches him. He still can't believe she said yes when he proposed. It almost feels like she's got a hidden agenda... But then, who's Peter to judge beautiful women?

She takes up her place, at the altar. From here, Father Sergei begins the ceremony.

Onward, it plays out. Peter's feet starts to hurt. Even so, he maintains eye contact with Betty throughout. She sure has nice eyes...and lashes...and a black bob...and shoulders...and arms...and hands...and rack, and...

Some of the women in the audience are crying. Sometimes, Peter wishes they'd evolve... But then, Holden Radcliffe would wish the same thing. As would Curt Connors...

"Peter Parker," Father Sergei finally says, "do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in surplus and in poverty, in health and in sickness, and in low stats and in high stats, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I," Peter stammers, "I do."

"And do you, Elizabeth Brant, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in clarity and in confusion, in fairness and in injustice, and in friendship and in adversity, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," she says, smiling, with big lovely lips.

"By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce this couple husband and wife. Peter? You may kiss the bride."

Peter does. And as much as he feels like doubting this, this kiss leaves all others behind...

At the reception, the bride and groom dance. Betty's had more than too much champagne by now. And yet, Peter's never been entirely satisfied with how fast Betty gets drunk. As a matter of fact, he can't really say he's ever been around her when she's been drunk. He's starting to wonder if she gets drunk at all. Hmm; she might have a Rogers in her family tree...

"This is wonderful, Peter," she whispers in his ear. "Thank you for marrying me."

"Likewise," Peter tells her. "Puerto Rico should be a ball after this."

"Oh," she giggles, with her chin on his shoulder. "I KNOW it will be."

They dance on. As long as the song lasts, Peter's surprised they don't pass out in one another's arms...