Emma sat, lounging in an armchair in Peter's apartment while sipping a glass of champagne.
“So, is this your way of breaking my poor little heart?” She said as she waved her empty glass at him.
He laughed, added more champagne to her glass, and shook his head. “Nope, but Shuri wants assurances that it's only going so far. As she put it, Mistress, not marriage.”
Emma sipped from her glass and shrugged, she had expected to be rejected. “I've been called worse darling, but I want assurances that it’s mistress and not whore. I had enough of that, and look where that got him. All I want is a nice happy relationship. One where I don't get some uppity arsehole telling me how to live my life but still treats me as if I actually exist. You fit that bill perfectly. You are the closest thing to a decent man I've found so far, so why look further?”
“Only treat you like a whore if you want me to, but you also need to know what it means. I mean, you think it's me, but there are more of us, You sleep with Liv, well, add in nine others who feel the same way. Elektra made her choice, Felicia only. And leave Cindy alone, she might have a Symbiote but she isn’t part of this.” Peter rubbed his forehead, “And Friday is, yeah. Please leave Friday alone until she’s at least,“ Peter sighed, “older.”
Emma laughed, “And here I thought you were insatiable. I accept. Women are no issue but remember I do have my own preferences, nobody gets an invite unless I agree.”
Peter shrugged. “That's how it's always been. But uh, there is one last thing?”
Emma raised an eyebrow as Peter pointed at her glass. “Yeah, not buying that again. It was three hundred a bottle. What the hell, Emma?”
Emma drained her glass, since she had Precious it had been rather bland, but worth seeing his face. “I expect only the best darling, and you agreed. Why should I miss out just because my little boy toy is so stingy?”
“Wait boy toy? How old are you?” Peter had figured she was maybe five or six years older, the same age as Natasha.
Emma sighed, “While that is rude to ask a lady her age, I, unfortunately, need to talk to you about that. You’ll need to get Liv, and we need more alcohol.”
Emma had received a short message from Shuri earlier. When Peter had made his intentions clear, she had obviously investigated.
I know. You will tell Peter because you will not like it if I have to. You are welcome in our group, but we will make sure you are who you say you are.
It was short and to the point. Her association with Shaw and her origins were a sticking point with Shuri. Emma wasn't surprised or angry. If the situation was reversed, she would be exactly the same. Was her mind her own, or was she a sleeper agent, like Psylocke had been? It was another reason Emma wanted Peter to use the Stone. She needed to know she was Emma Frost and not some programmed assassin.
As the pair made their way over to the Parker building, Liv was busy finishing up work on the latest armour build. Peter had sent her a text and she greeted Peter and Emma in the cafeteria. It was quiet and the break time wasn't for another hour. Peter had made a thermos of coffee, as Emma refused to drink the vending machine 'swill'. As they sat, Emma told them about what had been discovered in the files of Bar Sinister.
Peter had sat stone-faced as he listened. He had guessed there might be more, and not Augmented related, after what they had found. It was Liv who was more upset at her revelations. Her time at Oscorp had still left her wary of any human experimentation. What Shaw had done went beyond even the sickness Osbron had created. The pale knuckles on her clenched hand let Peter know, that if Shaw wasn't dead, she would have killed him herself.
“There are two more clones of Emma Frost in the world,“ and Emma showed them the list, “I have no idea who, but there are.”
Peter frowned. “Uh, should we be worried, I mean, your powers are pretty strong. And Psylocke and Rogue aren't exactly pushovers either,” Peter asked. He was concerned that another Rogue or worse was loose in the world. He would make a note to get Fury to try and track down the last two. Even if it was just to be sure where they were, and that they weren’t a danger to anyone.
“I don't really care, if they have been under the radar this long then they can stay there. I'm more worried about long-term effects. Am I defective or am I going to end up like Wade?”
“Wade?” Peter asked but Emma shuddered. Wade was the reason Emma wanted the Mind Stone from Peter, but she knew he would never give it up without a good reason.
In a stupid attempt to try and figure out who the other Cuckoos were, she read his mind. He was the only one left alive after the incident at the bar. She was hoping to find out more about Shaw’s operation. It had been the biggest mistake of her life. After she recovered, she tried to drink herself into a coma. His mind was worse than a sewer and as broken as forty-nine mirrors, with just as much bad luck. She wanted the Stone, in an attempt to rid herself of the experience. She was even willing to let Peter or even Jean do a little housekeeping on her mind. Even now, the mention of his name sent shivers of disgust through her.
“Deadpool. Shaw had a singular mutant, and I mean that in all respects of the word, Augment is too kind. He was powerful, had multiple powers and was very very unpleasant, and not just physically.” Emma shuddered when she remembered the look Wade had given her. The surface thoughts he was having about her breasts, his tongue, and a bunch of bananas. What was worse, was the bananas weren't for her. Well, not at first, not until he'd given them 'chocolate sauce with Wade whipped cream'. They had immediately turned him out and sent him to the mansion. Charles was insistent on rescuing all poor and oppressed Augments, so he was welcome to him.
“Well, he sounds delightful,“ Liv said, raising an eyebrow. Curiosity had gotten the better of her. No matter his issues she would still like to see exactly how his X-Gene looked. They knew it was the key to an Augment’s powers, and messing with it usually ended up being fatal. It was of scientific interest that he could have so many different powers. And really he couldn’t be that bad, could he?
“When you bonded with Precious we did a full check-up. There was no sign of cancer or other genetic abnormalities. As much as it might pain you to hear this but Shaw made you perfect. I expect it was intentional, and he chose only the best. Anne Marie is mentally unstable and is maybe only a quarter Emma Frost. Psylocke has very similar powers and is more your sister than anything else. But let's be clear, you are not clones of Emma, you are your own person. You were made from donor DNA, from several donors and not cloned from one specific person.” She continued but as she looked down at her coffee she frowned. “Peter, I hate to bring this up but do you think that Laura is one as well?”
“Laura is a clone?” Emma asked.
Peter nodded. “Of Logan, but we never thought to check the donor mother. It might be one of our missing Emmas.”
Emma leaned back. “Well that could have been embarrassing, I took a bath with her and we almost,” she smiled and winked. “So, no doing the young Miss Wolverine then, well not until we know.”
“I'd be more worried if she is. Laura grew up in a lab and family is a huge thing for her, I mean, a really huge thing.”
Laura had been the most receptive to everything happening so far. She had accepted Peter having more than one lover. Been overjoyed at the multiple marriages. She had been happily sharing a bed with everyone, as she still had nightmares. She loved being part of a huge group and had been the most active in seeking out new things to do with everyone.
When she found out she had a dad, she was over the moon. She took to Logan like a duckling, bugging him and following him around. She loved every second she was with him, even when he was surly. She had finally found the family she was after. Finding out that Emma was her sister would probably cause her to explode with joy. While Laura would love it, Emma was a bit more composed.
“We need to do the testing then.” Peter sighed, “But we shouldn't tell her until we find out for sure.”
Liv nodded, “It won't be hard, I have samples of everyone to make sure the Symbiotes aren't causing issues. I take them when I do the six-monthly physical, or in your case, twice daily.” Peter laughed but didn’t argue. He liked his twice-daily physical with Liv. “We can run all the tests you like. We have counsellors on staff as a lot of the things we deal with can be a bit, dangerous. We have a licenced doctor as well, but for more in-house things, I am pretty confident in my own abilities. It's just a small blood sample, plus any physical issue you want to talk about. However, for that dear, I'm afraid you can wait outside. We might be open, but there are things you don't discuss with anyone other than your doctor.”
Pere nodded, and patting Emma on the hand, and giving Liv a kiss on the cheek made his way home while they did their thing.
Emma had long headed back to the warehouse, and Liv looked up from the analyser and checked the results. She made sure by running them twice and then emailed herself the file.
Back at the warehouse, Peter was drawing up plans to add in more homes. As Liv came into his workspace he nodded and called Emma and Laura.
“So Laura, we have some news. We checked your donor father, and as we suspected it was Logan, but your mother was always an unknown. Until now. Laura, Emma Frost was the donor, and Emma here is your sister.”
Emma looked hesitantly at the young-looking mutant. Laura wasn't even five feet tall, with thin wiry muscles and no cleavage of any kind. Her hair was thick and brown, and if anything she reminded Emma of Selene more than any of the others.
Laura looked confused, “Emma is my mom but my sister as well?”
Peter laughed but shook his head. “Sorry, Emma here is also a clone. Emma Frost Senior died,” and as he looked over at Emma. “And we made sure. It was announced in the Times, and her grave is in New York Marble Cemetery.”
Laura blinked a few times, “Mom died? But sis is her clone? Like me?”
Peter nodded. Laura wiped her eyes a few times before looking over at Emma. “Glad I didn't fuck you then.”
Liv burst out laughing, Peter shook his head. “Logan might be upset to hear you talk like that”
She pulled a face and shrugged. “He’s not here, so I can be as unladylike as I like, so nya,” and she stuck her tongue at him.
Moving over he kissed her, “Keep doing that and I’ll find a use for that.” so she stuck it out again and he kissed it tip before french kissing her
Emma cleared her throat, “Do you mind, this is supposed to be a family moment here, not a sex orgy. I mean, family, I actually have a family, and you’re hitting on her, right in front of me. I should be surprised but I am not.”
Peter laughed, “Jealous?”
Emma pulled a face. “Disgusted. I might have a history, but I never slept with any of Shaw's little minions. I do have standards.”
Laura wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, “Lighten up, like Dad, angry and grumpy. Be a frosty shake, not a frosty bitch.”
Peter snorted. “Okay, I am not getting into that one.” He lifted Laura off his lap and kissed her cheek, “Be nice, she didn't know.”
Laura hmphed. “Got a family, don't need a new one.”
Emma frowned. “That does seem like Logan to me. I think I got all the best bits in the deal, maybe being me isn't so bad after all.”
Laura growled. “Talon cutest one there is!” She yelled mimicking Hulk.
Emma laughed. “Shortest one there is more like. I mean, did they forget to put you in a bigger grow bag or was the genetic sample dropped?”
Laura growled and as her blades sprang from her hands Emma tutted and lifted her up. “As if that would ever work.”
As Laura floated over, a surprised Peter and Liv watched as Emma wrapped her arms around her. “But you are my dearest sister, and I will come to tolerate you very much”
“Uh Emma, Don’t you mean love?” Peter asked,
“You never had siblings, darling. Tolerate is the best I can do.”
While Laura huffed she did cuddle closer. “Love you too. I want to tell Dad though, he hates surprises,” Laura said as she squished her head between Emma's breasts.
with all this clone stuff I'm here wondering if Peter's clones will appear out of nowhere in the story, a Ben Reily or Jessica Drew from the Ultimate universe