The Thanksgiving CreepOff

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The scent of roasted turkey and baked bread filled the Osborn penthouse, creating an illusion of warmth and normalcy. The long mahogany table was elegantly set, lined with polished silverware and wine glasses that reflected the soft candlelight. Harry Osborn stood at the head of the table, checking his watch nervously.

Gwen Stacy, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, and Talia Stark arrived together, their presence immediately shifting the energy in the room. Their Extremis-enhanced physiques and undeniable confidence commanded attention as they walked in, turning heads effortlessly.

Seated on one end of the table was MJ Watson, tapping her nails on the table, and on the other, Peter Parker, dressed in an awkward sweater vest, fumbling with his napkin as soon as he saw the women enter. His jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Wow," Peter muttered under his breath, not-so-subtly leering at Wanda, Natasha, Talia, and Gwen. "It's like… statistically impossible for four women this hot to be in one place at the same time. I swear, I must have died and gone to horny nerd heaven."

The room fell silent.

Harry and Norman stared at Peter like he had just announced his candidacy for dumbest man alive.

MJ, visibly repulsed, snorted. "Jesus, Parker. Try not to get a nosebleed."

Peter turned beet red, adjusting his glasses aggressively, realizing too late what he had just blurted out. "Uh—I mean—I was just appreciating—uh—"

Aunt May, seated beside him, sighed deeply and shook her head.

"Oh, don't mind Peter, dear," May said, patting his hand condescendingly. "The boy's never even held hands with a woman before. His brain is running purely on hormones and social incompetence."

Natasha choked on her wine.

Talia turned to Gwen, grinning. "Oh, I like her."

MJ flicked her hair over her shoulder, smirking. "Doesn't matter. Even if he got experience, he'd still be a loser."

Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Why is it always me?"

Fracture cackled in Gwen's head. **"Oh, she is my new favorite human."**

Wanda, who had been watching the entire exchange with a mischievous glint in her eyes, leaned toward Gwen, resting her hand on her thigh under the table.

"You're beautiful when you're amused," Wanda whispered.

Gwen stiffened slightly, her face warming.

Talia, ever observant, raised an eyebrow at them. "Oh, I definitely saw that."

Natasha smirked but said nothing, enjoying the show.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the table, Norman Osborn sat in eerie silence, watching everything unfold. His eyes flickered over the casual flirtation between Wanda and Gwen, the way they interacted, the way power radiated from both of them.

His fixation was growing.

Dishes were passed around, small talk was made, and for a brief moment, it felt like an ordinary Thanksgiving dinner.

Norman, despite the bandages on his hands from his fight with Gwen, maintained his usual charismatic yet intimidating presence. He seemed to be in good spirits, but there was a calculating glint in his gaze.

He watched Gwen closely, noting every movement.

Then he turned his attention to Wanda.

"You're quite… remarkable," Norman said suddenly, his voice smooth.

The conversation at the table paused.

Wanda arched an eyebrow, taking a sip of wine. "You say that like you've studied me."

Norman smirked. "Perhaps I have."

Gwen gripped her fork tighter.

Harry, oblivious to the tension, chuckled. "Dad, don't creep out my guests."

Norman leaned back, still watching Wanda. "I can't help but admire power when I see it."

Wanda held his gaze, unfazed. "Flattery, Mr. Osborn?"

"Observation," Norman corrected. His eyes flicked toward Gwen.

Gwen felt her stomach twist.

For a moment, Norman said nothing. But his expression darkened slightly, as if pieces of a puzzle were beginning to fit together in his mind.

Dinner continued, but the air was thick with tension.

Norman kept glancing at Gwen and Wanda, as if analyzing them.

Norman leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You remind me of someone, Miss Stacy… but I just can't put my finger on who."

Gwen froze.

The weight of his gaze was crushing, suffocating.

Wanda casually rested a hand on Gwen's wrist under the table, grounding her.

Talia, sipping her wine, smiled at Norman. "Funny. You remind us of someone, too."

Norman's eyes flickered to her, his smirk widening just slightly. "Do I now?"

Natasha cut into her turkey with measured precision. "Oh, definitely."

The energy in the room was suffocating.

Norman finally leaned back. "Well. I suppose we all have secrets, don't we?"

Gwen barely swallowed her bite of food.

Norman stood abruptly, tossing his napkin onto the table. "Excuse me."

Harry frowned. "Dad?"

Norman didn't respond.

He simply walked out of the room.

Harry chased after Norman, confused.

"Dad, what was that about?"

Norman, standing in the dimly lit hallway, turned to him, voice low.

"She's keeping secrets."

Harry blinked. "What?"

Norman's eyes were sharp, focused. "Gwen Stacy. She's hiding something."

Harry laughed uncomfortably. "Dad, you're being weird."

Norman exhaled slowly, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You should be careful who you trust, son."

Then he walked away, leaving Harry standing completely bewildered.

Back at the Dinner Table

The room was quiet after Norman left.

Gwen, still tense, finally exhaled slowly.

Talia smirked. "Well, that was uncomfortable."

Wanda turned to Gwen, murmuring, "We need to talk later."

Natasha pushed her plate aside. "He's onto you."

MJ, completely oblivious to the actual tension in the room, sighed dramatically. "God, Osborn men are so dramatic."

Peter, who had been silent after his previous humiliation, suddenly perked up. "Sooooo, does this mean I still have a shot with one of you?"

MJ facepalmed.

Talia patted his hand. "Oh, sweet summer child."

Fracture chuckled. **"I take back what I said before. He is my new favorite human."**

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