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Ongoing, First published May 12, 2026

Em meio a confissões fragmentadas e canções melancólicas, Peter Parker enfrenta um segredo familiar: uma irmã escondida dos Vingadores. A ordem de Tony Stark para integrá-la ao grupo gera ansiedade e expõe a vida perigosa de Peter. Enquanto isso, as frustrações adolescentes – detenções, ensaios e amizades – se misturam à relutância de Adeline em revelar a verdade. Um jantar crucial se aproxima, onde laços familiares e segredos pessoais colidem, revelando um mundo de emoções intensas e resiliência.
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