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49: Symkaria Pride Parade
After Tony's suit was ready, he quickly equipped it and flew to the bombsight, and took the crumbling buildings and structures in his eyes, etching the destruction caused by his weapons into his brain so that he wouldn't ever forget what he'd-willingly, or unwillingly-done. Then, he blasted every terrorist that came into sight.
There were tanks he obliterated; people, no they weren't people, he terrorists he killed, and many more things. But, as Tony watched the corpses of the terrorists he'd killed, he felt nothing. No sense of accomplishment, no sense of achievement. He felt nothing.
He just sighed and flew up to the clouds as military Humvees started swarming the place.
Meanwhile, Peter was sitting there, staring at everything from the start. This was probably the best time; he could gain Tony's trust easily. Thinking so, he opened a portal to Tony's house and left as well.
Peter teleported to Stark Industries' Headquarters, turned on his camera function so that he won't appear in the cameras, and cast an invisibility spell as well. Then, he infiltrated Stark's office, download all the data from the computer to a flash drive, and teleported to Tony's house, waiting for the man to arrive.
As he sat on the sofa, Peter pondered.
This would definitely cause a ripple effect. Big enough to change many, many things. Like this, Iron-Monger won't be born, and Tony would get Stane handed to the authorities too. Though Peter would still make sure that Tony ended up as Iron Man; he'd force the guy if he had to.
Peter wanted the cannon stuff untouched. After all, without that, he wouldn't be able to get a hold of the Infinity Stones.
Just then, Tony arrived, still in his suit.
"Hmm," Peter hummed while activating his Batman voice.
Tony turned over to him and raised his hands, readying his repulsors to shoot a beam at him at any given moment, but stopped once he saw that it was Spider-Man.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "You do know that you've infiltrated private property, right? Twice at that."
"Cut the bullshit, Tony." Peter sighed, tossing him the flash drive. "Has any and every dirt you need on Obie. He isn't what he appears to be; so be careful around him."
"What?" Tony was confused as he caught the flash drive.
"Anyways, I'm out," Peter said and turned invisible before he got out of Stark's mansion and opened a portal to Symkaria, more specifically, to Silver. He was in his Spider-Man suit, so there wasn't any problem with the guards or servants, so he could easily move about and ask for her whereabouts. Though, as it turned out, she wasn't there anymore.
"Where is she?" Peter asked the butler.
"Sir," the butler replied respectfully. "You have not been here for a while now, so you do not know, but she's left for New York City. There is a Symkarian Pride Parade going on in New York today."
"What?" Peter frowned under his mask.
He didn't remember anything like that, but it could just be that he hadn't just noticed due to being busy with Iron-Man stuff.
"Is that so?" Peter muttered, and got back into his room in the mansion before teleporting back to New York.
He just remembered there being a scene where Silver kissed Spider-Man. Edward had presumably read this issue of the comics because it was famous due to a single reason. Silver kissed Spider-Man.
But that kiss wasn't what Peter was worried about, he would like the kiss, actually. He was worried about the fact that there was a bomb in that parade, and Spider-Man had stopped that bomb. Since Spider-Man wasn't there right now, the bomb might just go off and kill countless people, including Silver herself.
Peter didn't care about some people, actually, he did, somewhat, but he cared about Silver dying because of that. He'd already worked on her so much, he wasn't going to let her die like that.
So, when he swung across New York and got to the place where it was supposed to be-it wasn't really difficult finding the place since it was quite famous right now due to the parade. When he got there, he purposely let himself be seen by Silver, who frowned upon seeing him and signed her men to move.
Peter, too, moved behind her.
Silver Sablinova frowned when she saw her student swinging towards her. He gestured at her, conveying something, and she understood that something ought to be wrong if he did so. So, she commanded her men to be on the lookout as she conversed with the mayor of New York.
She vanished from the car and followed Spider-Man, which lead her to Flash-Smasher, a criminal.
"How much time do we have?" Flag-Smasher asked one of his men.
"Ten minutes, Flag-Smasher," answered the man. "More than enough to get clear of the blast and fall out."
"Goo-" Before Flag-Smasher could say anything, Silver walked towards them, frowning hard.
"Or ample time for me to disable it," Silver said. "And plenty left over for a good thrashing."
"Silver-Sable!" Flag-Smasher gritted his teeth. "You Imperialistic bitch!" he growled and started running towards her, ready for a fight.
Silver wasn't in the mood, so she quickly made good work of them, and thrashed them around.
Flag-Smasher backed away for once and prepared to strike her from behind, using his robotic arm. Flag-Smasher was confident he could turn her into pulp with his arm, and that's why he swung, hard enough to fell elephants-probably-but couldn't hit Silver, as Spider came swinging and stopped him.
"How? How are you doing that?!" Flag-Smasher cried. "My robot arm has the strength of a hundred men!"
Spider-Man didn't listen to the man's bullshit and tore his robotic hand away. Then, he slapped the Flag-Smasher with it, sending the man tumbling away while Silver worked on the bomb to defuse it.
"Stop playing with him, I have work to do." Silver said as Peter stared at the robotic arm before storing it inside his [Inventory] for later research. "These imbeciles have no idea what kind of yield this bomb has. It could wipe out most of Manhattan."
"Is that so?" Peter asked, not in the least bothered.
"Quite," Silver reprimanded him. "This device is very amateurish," she said, looking over two leads on the bomb. "Either of these leads could set it off. Have to pick the right one-"
Peter sighed and approached her, patting her on her meaty behind.
"Maybe let me do that?" Spider asked her, touching her bum as he did so. Silver frowned.
"I think of the two of us, I have more experience in disarming explosives." She snorted.
"Well," Peter caught her by the waist before pulling her behind. "I'm the guy with super senses."
After saying so, Peter caught the two leads before using his spider-sense to his advantage, easily defusing the bomb.
"Spider," Silver walked up to him, a complicated look flashing across her eyes.
Peter was expecting the kiss she gave Spider-Man; to be completely honest, this was the reason Peter even bothered coming here.
"Yes?"
"Thanks." Silver said simply, and walked away.
'What? No kiss? Bummer…'
Peter sighed and stared at the window beside him. Just now, when she came walking towards him and their eyes met, Peter had used [Sexual Sight] on her.
And now, he was looking at the changes, somewhat annoyed that she didn't kiss him, but happy with the progress nonetheless.
Affection: 30% (She considers you her student, is proud of your achievements and feels indebted to you for helping Symkaria by saving them today)
Love: 35% (Your flirty nature doesn't fit right with her, but the spark seems to have been blown into a little fire)
Horniness: 0% (she has absolute self-control)
Fear: 05% (You're stronger than her, so of course she'd fear you, plus your monstrous growth in a single day.)
Loyalty: 40% (Won't stab you in the back.)
Trust: 69% (Her trust in you has increased a lot)
Peter followed behind her.
"Where now?" he asked her.
"Home."
"I can drop you there," Peter said.
"Well, I have a faster plane than anything you might have." She rolled her eyes.
"I mean, faster than a second?" Peter questioned and she stopped, turning to give him a look.
"You're joking." She crossed her arms under her breasts.
"Shall I give a demonstration, then?" Peter asked, walking closer to her. "Pardon my rudeness, but it requires physical touch." Peter bullshitted his way towards her waist, and caught her, grabbing her firm behind.
"You do know that I can destroy your nuts, right?" Silver question.
"You don't have to," Peter said and opened a portal behind her so that she won't be able to see, and got inside, closing the portal just after.
"See?" Peter said as she looked around, seemingly in shock.
"That was…"
"Impressive?" Peter asked. "My lady, you don't even know half of what I can do."
She stared at him, seemingly pondering over something before she cursed and walked up to him, and removed his mask halfway up.
"On behalf of the people of Symkaria, accept this reward." Saying so, she kissed him on the lips.
Peter was a bit surprised, but oh well, he leaned into the kiss, shoving his tongue inside her mouth. They kissed for a few moments before Silver backed away, and without saying another word, walked out of the room.
[Task complete! Kiss a woman who is not a "Permanent Partner"]
[+50 SP]
[16,350 /50,000 SP]
Peter sighed, and pulled the mask down. That was a bit unexpected-especially since he was expecting that she'd kiss him, but then, she didn't, and then she did-but he didn't mind; he quite enjoyed it, so not like it mattered anyway.
Afghan Desert.
There, in the scorching hotness of the desert, was a camp of the Ten Rings. There were different kinds of tents in there. Many black SUVs drove through, towards a certain tent before coming to a halt.
Obadiah Stane walked out of one of the SUVs, his bald head gleaming in the sunlight.
"Welcome. Compliments of Tony Stark." Raza said, wincing slightly; his brunt face still stung, quite badly so.
"If you'd killed him when you were supposed to, you'd still have a face." Stane mocked, angry that they hadn't managed to kill that brat. It would've been a lot easier if they had killed him.
"You paid us trinkets to kill a prince!" Raza growled, angered by the bearded man's words about his face.
"Show me the weapon," Stane didn't have time for this, so he just asked for what he was there for.
"Come. Leave your guards outside." Raza said as he and Stane walked inside a tent in the middle of the camp. "His escape bore unexpected fruit," Raza commented.
Obadiah Stane stared at the worn-out suit, the Mark 1 Iron-Man suit. His eyes glinted with a plan. It didn't matter how battered this suit was, with capable engineers and minds, it could be made into something that'd work.
"So this is how he did it," Stone commented.
"This is only a first, crude effort. Stark has perfected his design. He has made a masterpiece of death. A man with a dozen of these can rule all of Asia." Raza sounded quite hopeful. "And you dream of Stark's throne. We have a common enemy. If we are still in business, I will give you these designs… as a gift. And in turn, I hope you'll repay me with a gift of iron soldiers."
"Technology," Stane said, patting Raza's shoulder as he brought and used a small handheld machine to stun the man. "It's always been your Achilles' heel in this part of the world. Don't worry. It'll only last for 15 minutes. That's the least of your problems."
After that, Stane walked out of the tent, and towards the cars before getting inside one; it was fucking hot in here.
"Crate up the armor and the rest of it. All right, let's finish up here." He said to his men, who immediately complied, and did what they were asked of.
Obadiah Stane sighed, taking out his phone as he dialed a number and brought it to his ears.
"Set up Sector 16 underneath the arc reactor, and I'm going to want this data masked. Recruit our top engineers. I want a prototype right away."
It was time to make a robot.
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Chapter 50
50: Jessica Jones [01]
After a somewhat awkward training session-for him anyway-Peter returned home, and slept soundly for the first time in a while; he didn't have any work to do today, neither did he have any project to work on. He was not in the mood to fuck May either, so he just slept like a log and woke early in the morning.
He did his morning rituals, and got to school; Gwen had another of her routine check-ups today, so she wasn't coming. Which only delighted him as he could go on another of his 'Midtown Hunt' but oh well, it wasn't so much a hunt as it was making progress with two certain girls.
Mainly, Jessica Jones, and secondly, Michele Jones-not so much on her, since she was quite an innocent little lamb; she needed a slow approach. Jessica, well, he was her crush, so it wouldn't take much effort. Probably.
Peter had to wait till lunch break to do anything though, but even in the lunch break, when he tried to spot her, he couldn't. Michele was sitting with them as usual, but Jessica? She couldn't be spotted anywhere. Actually, now that he thought of it, he hadn't seen her around for a while now. Sure, he probably could be wrong since his attention was rarely in school nowadays.
Peter sighed, and turned to Ned, finding his chubby fellow kissing Betty.
Peter grunted, "Can you not do that in front of me, please?" Peter asked.
Ned and Betty stopped kissing, with the latter a bit more flustered than the former.
"Well, you and Gwen certainly get lost in your world, it's fine. When I do it, I become unbearable?"
"Ned," Peter sighed.
"I'm kidding." Ned chuckled. "Or am I?"
"Enough with the bullshit please," Peter groaned. "Remember that girl who spies on me often?"
"Oh," Ned's eyes darkened. "That yandere?"
Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah her. Where is she? I haven't seen her around much."
"Not much, you shouldn't have seen her around at all." Ned shrugged.
"Why?" Peter narrowed his eyes. Did something happen?
"Well, apparently," Ned said between bites of food. "She was on a trip with her family. They got into an accident."
"What?" Peter was surprised. He didn't know anything about that. Then again, he'd been a bit too busy lately, so he wasn't even sure as to what was happening around him anymore.
"Yeah," Michele chimed in from the side. "She's in a coma. Her family's. And the students call her: Coma Girl."
"That's horrible," Betty muttered.
Peter was surprised that this was happening already, but that wasn't what had him worried. Now, if he remembered it correctly, In the comics, Jessica was in a coma and woke up to Galactus wreaking havoc and the Fantastic Four face off against him. Meanwhile, in the series, there was nothing like the Fantastic Four involved, nor Galactus.
So, Peter was a bit worried.
The Fantastic Four were in this world, and so was Galactus. Now that begged the question; is this going to be similar to the comics, or the series?
Peter would definitely prefer if this was like the series, as he wouldn't have to worry about Galactus if that were to happen. He could only hope and prepare if Galactus were to arrive. Actually, what was even there to prepare? he wasn't ready for Galactus, not in the slightest.
Peter sighed, and continued eating his meal while his mind wandered about aimlessly.
His mood got foiled, so he didn't make any move on Michele, though he did compliment her a few times.
After school, Peter got home and booted his pc. Then, he started poking around to find any information he could on the internet, or hacking NYPD's database, coupled with some more stuff.
After an hour or two of typing and looking around, he managed to find what he was looking for.
Apparently, Jessica and her family were on a trip to Disney World, and on the way back, their car hit a truck that was filled with chemicals. There was no information on what chemicals they were, but Peter suspected that those chemicals would have a hand in her powers-just like in the comics.
She was, right now, in a hospital in a coma.
Peter leaned back on his chair and sighed, an idea popping in his head as his gaze flickered. The system panel appeared and he looked over the information on a certain skill.
[Intimate Healing]
Skill type: Passive
Description: The user can heal or repair any 'damage' of a female by performing acts of intimacy (hugging, kissing, sexual activity etcetera). The 'damage' in this case, denotes physical injury, wounds, psychological or soul damage, or emotional damage-if you would.
… He could use this to his advantage, no?
Peter rubbed his chin; sure, he could go ahead and fuck her in a coma, and she'd probably fully recover, but Peter was repulsed by the idea. He would try with hugs and kisses first, if they worked, good, and if they didn't… he would leave her be and would just go there, kissing her occasionally so that her healing would hasten up.
No way is he fucking her in a coma.
Peter chuckled for no reason at all and stood up; he was going to check up on her.
It wasn't hard to find her location, so he made his way to the hospital she was kept at. While on the way, he bought some flowers too. Anyways, when he got near the hospital, Peter got in an alleyway and summoned his suit before activating the anti-camera feature. He cast an invisibility spell on himself and got into the hospital through many of the windows.
Then, it was just looking around for her in the hospital. Though this took some time, it wasn't nearly as much as he'd thought it would take, and in just a few minutes, he found her room. Peter entered through the door when a nurse got in to check on Jessica. After the nurse left, Peter dropped the bouquet on the place where the others' presents were.
Peter sat down near her bed and wondered why he decided on coming here.
To heal her?
For that, he needed to kiss her, or hug her.
Hugging was easy.
But kiss?
Peter didn't know why, but he felt weird. He just sighed and stared at her face. She was quite pale at the moment and seemed a bit malnourished as well. Her brown hair rested on the pillow, and her eyes were shut. Peter would admit though; she was pretty.
From the looks of it, she was a mixture between the comics version's Jessica jones and the series' version. But that combination somehow made her even prettier than she was. Peter sighed, leaned towards her, and hugged her body gently.
Why was he doing this again?
For sex?
For some System Points?
He wasn't in love with her.
Far from it.
So, was it just so that he could get points from her when she would eventually recover?
Or was it because he'd get to have sex with her when he'd woo her?
Now that Peter was thinking about this, she was one of his initial targets for the 'Midtown Hunt' thing he did back then.
And surely, he would've used her as a cum dump in some bathroom today if it weren't for the fact that she'd been in her accident-in which her family died-and she got in a coma.
But looking at her fragile figure right now, Peter couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted at himself. Though that disgust made him chuckle; so there is still some of Peter left eh?
Peter just kept hugging her gently, his mind wandering around. He did wonder if this would even work. As far as he knew, having sex was what healed the most. Hugs and kisses healed too, but he wasn't sure how much exactly, and if it was even enough to heal her.
How much time would it take for him to heal her?
Peter didn't know, though he promised himself that he would heal her.
Peter didn't know why, but… he just felt bad. He knew what would have happened to Jessica if he didn't intervene in her life-she would've come to know of her powers, trained, try and be a hero, and eventually been forced to suffer as a sex slave of Killgrave (Purple Man) and have PTSD even after escaping.
He did feel a bit bad. Even more so when he was about to go ahead and use her like Killgrave anyway. Peter chuckled again; why can he be so bipolar?
Anyways, Peter wanted to change this girl's story, by quite a big margin too. For one, he wouldn't let her suffer under Killgrave. Though it was hypocritical of him since he would still use her anyway, and would fuck her too. But, maybe he could treat her a bit better? Like Gwen? No, actually, he couldn't treat her on the same level as Gwen.
Peter loved Gwen and May on a whole another level.
Yuri was there, but Peter didn't love her.
Silver? No love.
Black Cat? No love.
He couldn't love someone so easily. But at least he could try.
Peter just stayed there for as long as he could, which might have been a few hours at best, and then, he stood up, kissed her on the forehead, and jumped out of the window.
Peter swung across the city and got back home before sitting down on his chair. All the procedures revolving around money were dealt with, and Peter could finally get the money he earned through his games.
For instance, Peter had earned over $10,000+ just in two days after the initial post and had been earning even more with the increase in players. Ad revenue and the amount he earned through the shop feature were good too. He had yet to have the premium feature, which would disable the ads would the ones who would buy it, but he'd earn either way.
Anyways, Peter hadn't been able to get his money due to there being some paperwork he and May needed to deal with-the boring stuff. And now, Peter could finally get the money he wanted so much, which was already nearing a million dollars, by the way.
Peter would be a millionaire; that was good.
Peter smiled and leaned back on his chair, yawning.
After that, he teleported to Kamar-Taj, it had been a long time since he'd visited that place. Not really.
Peter continued with his schedule, which included training-with Silver or Magik-school, and projects-such as [Temple Run] and [Flappy Bird])-healing Jessica, fucking one of his girls in the night-be it May, or Yuri.
Gwen was still not ready.
Actually, he could just go ahead and have sex with her, and she wouldn't mind as their relationship was so much better now, but Peter wanted her to be the one taking the lead this time around.
Anyways, by the end of the week, he already had a lot of points.
[22,850 /50,000 SP]
Right now, Peter was inside Jessica's hospital room and was hugging her on the bed.
She was quite better now; her complexion wasn't so pale anymore, and she appeared healthy.
Peter knew that it was only a little bit of time before she woke up.
So, after he was done with today's healing session, Peter jumped out the window and swung to his house. He didn't notice the slight twitch of her fingers when leaving.
Anyways, Peter had been on the lookout for any news revolving around Tony for a while now, but there wasn't any news like that. Peter was wondering if Iron Monger really wasn't made this time around due to his intervention.
He frowned under the mask. What if Tony didn't become a hero? Sure, he had the Iron-Man suit, but would he not become a hero since Iron Monger wasn't there this time?
Peter just shook his head; he'd do something about it.
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Chapter 51
51: Jessica Jones [02]
Jessica's eyes creaked open.
She knitted her eyebrows in confusion as she blinked.
What happened?
Where was she?
That's when memories of what had happened struck her like a waterfall, making her wince at the headache, and flinch as she got worried about her family's safety. They were on a trip to Disney World. She remembered having an argument with her little brother on the way back from their trip; something about her father getting distracted, and then, there was an accident. Fire, lots of it. And… and something had gotten on her. She'd felt like she was melting; it was so painful, but thankfully, she'd fallen unconscious.
She was still feeling a little odd, and when she tried to get up, someone barged in through the door. They were doctors and nurses. Jessica only blinked in confusion. They started making small talk and got her attention, but Jessica couldn't really understand what was going on. So, she let the do as they wished. They were doctors, right? So they'd surely know what they were doing.
When she finally gained clarity, Jessica was briefed on her situation.
Apparently, their car had an accident, due to which, she was in a coma, and her family was really injured-though Jessica did notice a little change in the nurse, who was telling her everything, demeanor. Jessica didn't have time to mull over it as she was really tired, so she slept soundly.
Next time when her eyes opened, however, she wished they hadn't. Someone was talking about how her family didn't survive. She wasn't meant to hear this, she knew they'd kept it from her, but now that she knew, her mind went blank. And before long, she started weeping.
As she couldn't really move out of here yet, as she was quite weak, Jessica had all the time needed to cope with this. And just like she'd expected, she was soon briefed on the real situation. That her family was dead. And that she was, apparently, being adopted by Alissa Jones and her husband.
Jessica didn't really care about that.
Her mind was solely focused on the death of her family. She regretted so many things. She regretted not playing with Phillip, her younger brother. She regretted not spending more time with her family. She regretted so many things.
And for their deaths…
She blamed herself. If only she hadn't argued with Philip. If only she'd been more mature in that situation. Her dad wouldn't have gotten distracted, and her family would've been very much alive.
Jessica regretted it so much.
But she couldn't do anything.
So, she blamed herself.
"Hey," a voice snapped her out of her misery, and she looked at the seat beside her bed. Jessica almost jumped-even though she couldn't, technically-and her cheeks flushed a bit even in her state.
"P-P-Peter?!" She stuttered. "W-what the fuck are you doing h-here?"
"Oh," Peter looked sad. "Should I leave?"
"NO!" Jessica fumbled. "I-I mean you can s-stay. I don't mind. I'm just surprised you're even here."
Peter looked confused, "Why wouldn't I be here?" he asked her.
"We haven't really talked… like, ever," Jessica said, softly, calming down.
"Well," Peter scratched his head. "I was passing by; thought I'd drop by to say hello."
"Oh-okay."
"Anyways," Peter smiled; her blush grew, though she hoped he'd mistake her as being sick. "How are you feeling? I heard about your family…" he sighed. "And I somewhat sympathize with you. Since, well, you know, Uncle Ben died; so, I know how it feels. Then agai-"
"Peter?" Jessica asked suddenly. "Can I… can I hug you for a moment? Please?" she asked softly.
He made a face, "I mean, sure?" then, he spread his arms, and Jessica dove in, hugging him tightly. She didn't know where she got the courage to ask such a thing from him, nor did she know how she was able to be so bold in front of her crush. But… she just wanted some strong arms around her.
In his arms, Jessica started weeping silently.
"Um, Hey? Jessica?" Peter said awkwardly. "Are you crying?" he asked gently, placing a hand on her back, as he started patting gently.
Jessica's arms tightened.
Peter, on the other hand, was not only awkward in this position, he was also not able to breathe properly due to the strength she was using. It was confirmed right there and then, she was not a human anymore and was some kind of a human mutate, just like Peter. Though he'd admit, her powers were different than his, since he was a spider, and she was not.
After a few minutes of weeping-during which, someone, a woman to be more precise, opened the door to look at them, and Peter just gave her an awkward shrug. The woman, who Peter assumed was Jessica's adoptive mother, nodded understandingly, and left-Jessica finally let go of him, feeling a lot better as she wiped her tears she looked at him, flustered.
"I-I'm s-sorry!" she apologized. "I dirtied your clothes-"
"No problem," Peter smiled carelessly. "At least you feel better now, right? It's sometimes better to just cry than keep everything in."
Jessica nodded.
"So, um, Jessica-"
"You can call me Jess," Jessica interrupted.
"Okay," Peter gave her a charming smile. "Jess, I think it's time for me to leave. Someone wants to meet you."
"Okay."
"I'll come again, though." saying so, Peter left, nodding at the woman outside before leaving for home-he still had so much to do, after all.
Jessica just stared at Peter's back as he walked out of her room, feeling butterflies in her stomach. He… visited her! He fucking visited her!
She promptly forced herself not to squeal as she saw a woman enter.
"Hello, Jessica." Said the woman. "I'm Alisa Jones." She smiled.
From there on, they spent their time talking. Though Jessica was a bit skeptical about the woman who'd be her new mom, she got a bit comfortable after talking with her.
"By the way," Alisa said, looking as if she was a paparazzi ready to get a scoop. "Who was that handsome young man?"
Jessica blushed.
"H-he, he's a f-friend." Jessica stuttered. Actually, were they friends? They hadn't really talked, like, ever.
"Oh?" Alisa raised an eyebrow. "Boyfriend?"
"No!" Jessica flushed. "He is not! He already has a girlfriend!"
Jessica would admit though, when she found out that Peter and Gwen were in a relationship, she was quite sad, and had even cried. But she'd gotten over it a bit. Though it still stung that he couldn't be with her instead…
"Oh? Already has one, you say."
Needless to say, the ice between the duo was broken after this conversation, and Jessica liked this new mom of hers quite a bit.
As it turned out, Jessica Jones-yes, that's her new name now-could go study in Midtown High as her mom and dad lived near Jessica's old neighborhood. They were able to re-enroll her to Midtown High, so Jessica was quite thankful for that.
Anyways, Jessica's new family consisted of her adoptive mother, Alisa Jones, her adoptive father, Mr. Jones, and her adoptive sister, Trish Jones.
(A/N: As you can see, this version of Jessica is a mixture of both the comics and the series.)
Jessica was fine with her new family, her mom was nice, and her dad was nice too, but Trish… she and Jessica hadn't really had time to talk about anything, so there was still ice between them. Though Jessica hoped that her adoptive sister was a nice person too.
Today, Jessica was in school after a long time, and she was not enjoying the attention she was receiving at all.
She was walking through the hallway when three girls stopped her.
"Is it true?" one of them asked. Jessica turned to look at her.
"What?"
"Is it true that you were, like, in a coma?" the girl asked.
"Uh…" Jessica wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"'Cuz the rumor is you were."
"Yeah," Jessica agreed, seeing no harm in answering a simple question.
"So, uh, like, what was that like?" The same girl asked again, which made Jessica frown a little, though she eased her frown just after.
"It was like…" Jessica sighed. "… nothing."
"Uh,"
"Oooooohkay." Another one of the girls drawled and they walked away, giggling to themselves. "Did you hear her? She said it was 'nothing'!" they crackled.
Jessica made a face; what was wrong with her feeling nothing?
The girls walked up to a group of boys; Flash was a part of said group.
"Nothing?" Flash asked once the girls told him what happened. "What does that mean?" he asked to no one in particular, a bit too loudly, and Jessica was perfectly able to hear her. "Shhhhh!" one of the girls tried to calm him down.
"Holy shit! that's-oh man!" But Flash only exclaimed louder. "Can you believe it?" the other girl said.
"Freak coma girl," Flash jeered.
"Flash, she'll hear," a girl, who seemed sensible, said. But Flash wasn't listening, he smirked, walking up to Jessica.
"Rrrrr!" he imitated a zombie. "Freaky coma girl!"
"Dude, don't… come on." A girl tried to stop him.
"Rrrrr!" Flash laughed. "Coooooommmmmaaaa! Cooooommmaaaa!"
Jessica had had enough, her face scrunched, and her stomach lurched. She turned around to face the fucker and, with a snarl, pushed him away, with enough force that sent him tumbling behind.
"Fuckers!" Jessica growled. "Seriously, all of you! Die!" she sniffled. "Just die!"
As Flash stumbled back into his friends, Jessica was already out. She ran and ran, cursing everyone, before she stopped and sat on a desk, weeping silently.
As she cried there, silently, someone sat beside her.
"You're being pathetic, you know that?"
"What the fuck-" Jessica looked up, ready to curse whoever it was, but stopped once she noticed it was one of the third years.
"Flash is a jerk," said she. "I broke his nuts once; so I can tell you with certainty that he isn't anything special. I saw you easily pushed him, it shouldn't be difficult to beat someone like him up, so next time, don't be pathetic and bust his nuts or something."
Jessica would admit, the girl in front of her was pretty. Really pretty.
"I'm Felicia Hardy, by the way." Felicia offered her a hand. "Nice to meet you." She grinned, sitting beside her before tackling her in a side hug.
"You're a strong girl, you know that?"
"Um," Jessica was flustered.
"Oh, hush, don't be so blushy now, I'm not eating you, am I?" Felicia said, pouting.
"O-okay…?" Jessica's blush only grew before settling down.
"I didn't catch your name-"
"Oh, Jessica Campbell- um, Jones, actually," Jessica answered.
"Okay, Jessica Campbell Jones." Felicia grinned. "How about you go on a date with me? I'll make your mood positive in no time…"
Jessica was weirded out a little, so she just stood up, and said her goodbye.
"A-actually, I just remembered I have got something to do. So, See you later." Saying so, Jessica ran off.
Felicia only grinned, her eyes glinting as she looked at the retreating lamb.
(Note: Don't worry; no yuri, I promised there wouldn't be any. If you see any advances from Les, Bi, or Gay characters, just think that I'm just being true to their character for the sake of it. There won't be any yuri, or yaoi at all!)
Jessica ran and ran, she wanted to go home and rest. She wasn't in the mood to remain back in school anymore. First, the fuckers were harassing her, and now, there was a third year asking her out, a girl no less!
As she ran though, Jessica tripped and closed her eyes, fearing she might fall. But she didn't, and instead, when she finally opened her eyes, she was far above in the sky. The city was below her, and she was floating as if she were in space.
Jessica's eyes bulged out, and she let out colorful profanities before falling down in a river.
"Shit! Ahhh fuck! Shitfuckshitfuckaaaaaaarrrghggghhhhghgh" (*Gurgling drowning sounds* lol)
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Chapter 52
52: Jessica Jones [03]
Peter was happy when he learned that Jessica was discharged, and that she moved in with her new family. So, even though he wanted to make some moves on her, he refrained from going near her and focused on his stuff.
And today, he saw Jessica at school too, so he was ecstatic about that too. Though, admittedly, he didn't go near her fearing Gwen might think the worse of the situation. Peter definitely didn't want to ruin his relationship with Gwen. Though he did feel bad about not being able to be with only Gwen. If he could, he would've just been with Gwen and no one else.
But he was far too deep in this hole he dug up for himself. And he didn't really regret it. He was going to have to fuck lots of women, and he wanted every one of his girls to know what he was doing; he didn't want them in the dark. That's exactly why he would tell Gwen sooner or later too.
So, anyways, Peter didn't go near Jessica the whole day, though he did hear that she was, apparently, harassed by Flash by three passing-by girls. They were talking about how Flash was being a dick to her, and how she threw him away.
Peter squinted his eyes, and moved around to find Jessica. And he did find her, though not as alone as he'd expected her to be. Felica "Black Cat" Hardy was sitting beside her, hugging her sideways while giving funny looks to her.
Peter frowned before chuckling darkly; the cat wanted to play with his prey, eh? He'd see what he could do with the cat. He'd beat her ass straight so that she wouldn't run off to other women. Though he needed to wait for a little as his current target was Jessica.
Apparently, Felicia was being a bit too pushy with Jessica that she straight out ran away, leaving a cat who was pouting and glaring in Jessica's direction with 'malicious' intent. Peter squinted his eyes; the cat was going to suffer under him.
Then, Peter just followed behind Jessica, finally thinking that he should make a move, now that she would finally be alone. Though, after following her for a while, he saw her trip. He blinked, and she was nowhere to be seen. Although when he looked up, he saw her yelling out curses as she flew towards the river with no control over her flight whatsoever.
Peter chuckled, staring at the girl flailing about in the air as he ran into a side alley and summoned his suit before jumping in to be a hero.
"Fuc-ggrhgrhgrhshitrghrgrhg!" Jessica was drowning, so he used a simple levitating spell, flew up to her, webbed her on the chest, and flew to the other side of the river with her flailing behind him.
Dropping her down on the ground, he landed beside her as she vomited water.
"Fuckkbbbbllleeerrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhh!"
"Shi-" she got into a fit of coughs before settling down. Then she looked up at him, and her eyes widened. "S-Spi, Spider-Man?!"
"Yo!"
"W-what happened?!" she asked. She was panicking, of course, she would; she was flying just a few seconds ago.
"Um, how about we move to somewhere more private and I can tell you everything?" Peter suggested, opening a portal-he didn't need to worry about anyone seeing since he'd made sure to land in a desolate alley.
"O-okay…" Jessica, without thinking anything as she was really looking for answers, nodded, and followed behind him into the portal.
Peter closed the portal once they were inside. It was the warehouse.
"So," he turned to her. "I was patrolling around when I saw you flying in the air and then falling into the river. I was nearby so I was able to help."
"I was really flying?" Jessica asked, making a face.
Peter nodded.
"Shit!" Jessica cursed, though her face scrunched in embarrassment soon after. "I'm s-sorry, It's a habit to curse-"
"It's fine," Peter, or rather Spider-Man, shrugged.
"So, I've got superpowers now? how?" Jessica asked, a bit of excitement seeping into her voice.
"I guess so," Spider-Man shrugged, again. "You've to figure 'em out though. I'll even help you, since, well, I don't want you getting into any kind of trouble."
Jessica couldn't contain the squeal that escaped her lips.
"So what should I do!?"
"Get naked," Spider-Man said seriously.
"W-what?" Jessica's face flushed, and she backed away slightly, tensing. Were the theories about Spider-Man being a criminal true? The ones from JJJ? Jessica wished more than ever that those were false and that Spider-Man was a good person like he should be and he really was saving people.
Spider-Man let out a bark of laughter.
"Relax," he wheezed out. "I'm kidding. You're cute."
Jessica blushed. She got complimented by Spider-Man; how cool is that?!
"You need to test things out yourself. Strength, agility, defense, durability, healing factor, flight-you showed the ability to do this one-and so much more." Spider-Man said in a single breath.
"Anyways, I guess introductions are in order if we're to work together from now on. And since I know you're Jessica Jones, It'd be only fair that you know who I am too." Peter knew that this was probably a bit stupid of him to reveal his identity like that, but he was not letting Jessica go, now that he'd set a target on her. He'd just apply a mind protection spell on her anyway.
His suit slowly faded into his tattoo, and his face was revealed, leaving Jessica shell-shocked.
"P-P-PETER!?" She practically screamed, so Peter had to move in and press his hand on her mouth, making her stop.
"Yes, Peter. Now, focus on your powers." He ordered and Jessica followed obediently.
Peter knew that he didn't need to explain anything to her; she could come to her own conclusions in her head, and that would probably be the best, since he wouldn't have to answer a barrage of questions.
And it happened exactly as he'd expected. Jessica messed around the basement, and found a lot of her powers, while she seemed to have come to terms with the fact that he was Spider-Man.
Late in the evening, Yuri came, appearing tired as always, so Peter got near her and gave her a hungry kiss. Yuri turned to give the stunned Jessica a look before walking and slumping on the bed.
"Y-you're cheating on Gwen!" Jessica yelled.
"No, I don't think so." Peter shrugged. Actually, since Gwen didn't know he was fucking around with different girls, this was kind of cheating, but whatever. "I sleep around with a lot of women, and have a lot of girlfriends too. Most of them know each other; Gwen has yet to know the others, but I'll tell her soon too."
Peter walked off toward the bed, and started undressing Yuri before ravaging her in front of Jessica-whose worldview on Peter had, quite literally, crumbled into shreds as she watched him fuck a police officer like an animal. Jessica's cheeks were flushed beet red.
She wasn't sure what to think of Peter anymore. Now, she thought that she knew nothing about him. Fuck. He was so very different from what she'd thought he'd be! Wait, he said he was fucking many girls, no? so did he want to fuck her too since he was in the hospital to meet her when no one gave a fuck?! Jessica flushed even harder.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, fuck no!
Jessica just stared at them fuck while standing there awkwardly for a while before she couldn't take it and her hands went down to her wetness.
Needless to say, she wasn't able to meet Peter in the eyes even many days after this incident. He hadn't checked up on her, and neither had she bothered. The scene of him slamming his cock into a woman quite older than him was engraved in Jessica's mind; and though refused to admit it, she fingered herself many times thinking how it would be on the receiving end of those powerful thrusts.
The next day, Peter didn't go to school, instead, he wanted to go and check up on Tony since he hadn't heard any news regarding that dude recently.
Peter was surprised when he teleported inside Tony's house. The dude was having a full-on party. Was drunk beyond belief, and seemed that he hadn't slept much either. Peter frowned, this scene reminded him too much of [Iron Man 02], and Peter didn't like the fact that it was happening so soon.
There was a big Happy Birthday sign at the back of the room. But Peter knew that it wasn't Tony's birthday. So, he made his way to a corner, where Pepper Potts was looking at everything with an annoyed, frustrated, and worried look.
"Pepper," he said, making it so only she could see him, and no one else. Pepper flinched and turned to give him a look before her eyes widened.
"Spide-"
"Yes, yes, Spider-Man," he crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at her seriously. "Look, I need to know what's happening."
Pepper sighed.
"Well, you gave him the flash drive, right?" she asked.
"Yes," Spider-Man nodded.
"Tony," she sighed yet again. "That flash drive had enough evidence to get Stane in for good. And since, well, it was a big-too big actually-thing that someone was approving shipments from Stark Industries, they didn't want it out in the public. Stane's in prison. A special prison. And Tony's been getting worse over time. He's throwing parties like these often; sleeping with women often." There was a lace of sarcasm in her voice.
"Women?" Spider-Man asked, raising his eyebrow under his mask. He knew Stark was a playboy, and that he messed around a lot, so it wasn't really unexpected. But Pepper didn't use the word 'woman', she used 'women'.
"He had a fucking orgy yesterday." Her lips thinned. "And I had to clean the mess after; it's getting harder to cover up for him."
Oof. Peter felt bad for her.
"Hmm." He just hummed. "Any guess why he's getting worse-as you put it."
"I don't know."
But Peter might, now that he thought about it. Was this the same poison thingy that happened to Tony in [Iron Man 02]? The one that only got better when he invented and used Badassium in the arc reactor instead of any other element?
Peter could, maybe, help with this. He just had to point him in the right direction. But Peter had already changed a lot, so he was a bit skeptical about whether he should change more or not.
"Fuck it," he murmured and walked up to Tony, who was busy shooting watermelons using his arc reactor, and grabbed him by the back of his head, promptly slamming him against the wall with 'Happy Birthday' on it so hard that he heard a cracking sound.
Peter used an illusion spell to look like the spider who he had to embrace, screeching, "Party's over!"
Everyone except Pepper, who had clearly seen Spider-Man transforming into that creature, left in a panic. Meanwhile, Tony stood up, coughed, and started laughing like a maniac for a while, a bitter glint passing by his eyes, before moving and throwing a punch at Spider-Man.
Spider-Man dodged, moving out of Tony's grasp before shooting a web at his outstretched hand, slamming him hard on the ground.
Tony huffed, looking annoyed, "You have no right to let me enjoy my time!" he hissed, he really seemed annoyed and desperate. Peter knew why he was feeling that way; imagine knowing you're dying, and you can't do shit about it.
"I don't, actually," Spider-Man said, sighing, and propped his hands in front. He was going to beat the shit out of Tony-just for the sake of it.
Tony growled, blasting up to him.
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Chapter 53
53: Some Groundwork
Tony Stark growled and lunged forward, preparing to throw a huge blast at Spider-Man, but the latter didn't seem to be in the mood for such a prolonged battle. That is exactly why Spider-Man decided to test one of the powers of his suit he hadn't tested yet.
Peter stared at the "? ﾸﾏ". This was one of his suit's features, one which he hadn't tried yet. Peter wasn't sure how powerful It was, as he hadn't really tested it before. And, in his opinion, it would be weak, quite a lot so, as there hadn't been much damage to his suit. He'd only blocked some bullets with it, some punches, and nothing supernatural; no supervillains yet.
Except for Abomination, of course, but Peter hadn't really let that fuckface touch him.
Oh, he'd been thwarted around by Silver a lot too, and coupled with some of the spells-by Magik-he had to face, Peter was sure there was a lot of power left. So, Peter just thought of using this, and surprisingly, a system message alerted him.
[The multitude of attacks are being combined into a shockwave of pure Eldritch Energy, and physical force!]
[3… 2… 1… Brace for release!]
Peter was surprised that the system would bother with his suit since, well, it wasn't related to the system, but then he remembered that the suit was linked with him just like the system, so the suit and the system were, technically, related too.
The next second was a bit of a blur. Golden lighting erupted out of his suit, and sent a shockwave out of his body-a shockwave which Spider-Man tried to redirect into Tony's direction only so that the damage wouldn't be much, on things other than Spider-Man, and Pepper, who was at the back.
The shockwave exploded outwards, moving towards Tony at a blinding rate while Spider-Man was hurled back, both slamming against walls. Spider-Man groaned, that was a bad idea, that was a really bad Idea. He shouldn't have done that without testing this feature of the suit. But it had, somehow, left his mind. He'd been neglecting this for too long. When he got up, he was left agape at the damage this caused.
Tony was lying there in the rubble. Spider-Man's attack destroyed the walls, and some of the ceiling. Spider-Man was left a bit flabbergasted, and he couldn't help but wonder; what would happen if this suit had sustained attacks from someone like Hulk, or Abomination for a while? If Peter didn't dodge, of course. Peter was sure that this thing was able to cause a lot of destruction with the right preparations.
"Tony!" Pepper yelled, tearing Peter out of his mind, as she ran up to the seemingly unconscious Tony. Peter, too, was a bit concerned that he might have killed Tony. He wasn't feeling bad if he had, but he was concerned about the implications. His hero image would be ruined and he might have to go into hiding.
But, it seemed that his worries were for naught as Tony started moving-at least the Iron-Man suit did.
"Fuck," a metallic curse resounded out of Tony's helmet before the helmet opened up, revealing a haggard Tony Stark. "You almost killed me!" Tony hissed.
"You seem sane now, at least," Spider-Man said, not in the least apologetic about what he'd done. Tony's suit was damaged-the arc reactor and the repulsors were flickering.
"Yeah…" Tony muttered, looking at his damaged house. "You're not paying for this, are you?" Tony asked, though Spider-Man knew that he didn't really need money. Tony had plenty, and a little to recover the damage wouldn't hurt his pockets.
"Yeah, I guessed." Tony sighed. He was, all in all, feeling quite ashamed of himself, now that he'd snapped out of his stupor. "Why are you here? I doubt you'd come to my fake birthday parties even if I asked."
"I wouldn't even if it were your real birthday. I was here to help." Spider-Man pointed at the arc reactor.
"Oh," Tony relaxed. "How do you even know?"
"Magic."
"Bullshit." Tony snarled.
"Exactly," Spider-Man shrugged, looking over at Pepper. "You still got Tony's dad's thing?"
Pepper looked confused, "Thing?"
"Yeah, what thing?" Tony asked.
"That city model thingy," Spider-Man didn't know the real name, so that's what he called it; he was sure Tony would know about it. And sure enough, Tony's eyebrows rose slightly.
"What about that model?" Tony asked him.
"It has what you're looking for," Spider-Man said. "And once you do manage to make it, I want a favor-if you would."
"Okay?" Tony looked confused, but couldn't really do anything as Spider-Man had already vanished from his spot. Tony cursed, and looked at Pepper. He immediately regretted looking; he had a lot to answer her.
"Pepper…" Though he couldn't, as Pepper had already come and delivered a solid slap, which resounded against his cheeks.
"Bastard!"
Peter got back to the warehouse, and was faced by a pouty Yuri. He frowned, wondering what was wrong with her so suddenly. He slipped down on the bed beside her, his suit vanishing as it got replaced by his clothes.
"What's got you so grumpy?" he asked her, hugging her waist.
"Nothing."
"You know I'm not stopping until you answer, right?" Peter nudged her.
Yuri sighed.
"I don't wanna sound like an insecure bitch bu-"
"Just tell me," Peter said again. "You don't need to feel insecure about anything at all."
"I…" she bit her lower lip. "You aren't going to throw me aside once you've had enough sex with me, are you?"
"What?" Peter looked at her. "Why would think that?"
"You know," Yuri said softly. "We only fuck each other; I don't know anything about you. It's like we're just there for the sex. And while I do agree that it started that way; I like you, you know that, right? I don't want to be just another fucktoy of yours."
"Hmm," Peter hummed, "I'm not leaving you anywhere, you're mine, were mine, and will be mine forever. As cringy and edgy as that sounds, engrave this in that head of yours. Anyways, what do you wanna know?"
"What?"
"What do you wanna know about me?" Peter clarified, smiling at her blush. He loved the way she could act cute sometimes. Though he also knew that this cute side was only reserved for him since she could be a badass dangerous cop if need be.
"Like, your hobbies, your favorite color, your birthday, your…" Yuri started listing the things she wanted to know about him and Peter waited till she was done before he started talking. It took a while, but needless to say, Yuri seemed happy that they hadn't fucked for once and were having a normal chat.
Peter also realized something. That he might end up neglecting some of the girls. He didn't care about Mary Jane or Liz, but he did care about Gwen, May, and now, Yuri too-somewhat. So, Peter promised to himself that he'd try giving time to each of his girls so they wouldn't feel left out.
Tony Stark spent quite some time talking with Pepper, and he would admit that it wasn't the most pleasant of talks he had with someone. Tony sighed. He'd gone ahead and picked up the model Spider-Man talked about, and was, currently, working on finding 'answers' as Spider-Man put it.
Tony wasn't sure what he'd find, but he hoped it would help him in his current situation quite a bit.
Tony had, recently, learned that the palladium core he was using in his arc reactor to keep himself alive, coupled with the powers of the Iron Man suit, was slowly but surely poisoning him. That didn't bid so well with him, and he'd started searching for different kinds of elements he could use as substitutes for the core.
Tony didn't want to die, of course, so when he found out that none of the elements were working, he'd been quite literally devasted. His days were numbered, and he wouldn't survive much. That made him go around doing everything and live his life to the fullest so that he could die peacefully.
But now?
He had a lead.
And Tony would a pathetic fool if he didn't try and survive.
Tony was able to find a hidden message in the diorama of the 1974 Stark Expo; it proved to be a diagram of the atomic structure of a new element. Tony was ecstatic, and with the help of Jarvis, he managed to synthesize this new element. Tony was really happy with this as he placed it within his arc reactor.
"We did It! Jarvis! We did it!"
[Congratulations, sir.]
Tony was so happy he wanted to fuck some girls right then and there, but… he'd realized something, lately, and he didn't want to fuck some random girl now. He had his eyes set on a particular someone.
Justin Hammer was quite impressed with the progress they'd made.
He was not really happy that Vanko wasn't able to make suits for him, but he was happy with the drones and the robots he got nonetheless.
Back when Hammer had seen the fight between Vanko and Tony on TV, he'd been really impressed by Vanko's performance. Hammer had always wanted to be better than Tony, he wanted to smash that bitch's face so much that he was only able to control himself by thinking of the implications. Whenever he was around Tony, Hammer couldn't help but feel inferior.
Which he wasn't.
At all.
He was better than Tony.
That's exactly why he'd researched where Vanko was kept. Then, he'd faked his death and broke him out of prison. It wasn't easy. Not at all. But it wasn't hard either. All in all, Hammer had been able to get the man to work on some projects.
Ivan Vanko was a genius, that much Hammer knew only by the fact that he was able to create an arc reactor. Something so small containing so much power.
Too smart for his liking, actually.
That's why he planned on getting rid of him, once he was done with showing Tony his place.
Peter's life returned to normal.
He would wake up, go to school, return, play hero, train with Silver, train with Magik, fuck his girls, and go on dates-yes, he was going on dates with Gwen, May, and Yuri now. Peter didn't want his girls feeling neglected-work on his projects, earn money and look for good houses, or maybe good places he could build a mansion on.
Yes, Peter was thinking of moving to a new house. A house-or a mansion-big enough for his harem, oh God, he felt weird thinking about it.
Anyways, it seemed that his "? ﾸﾏ" feature of the suit was quite a bit powerful-he'd tested it. Peter had given it a name since there wasn't one for now.
[Release].
Yeah, he didn't find anything better in his genius mind that was pathetically unfunctional when it came to this stuff.
Other than that, it seemed that the Stark Expo was coming near, and considering the way things were going right now, Peter knew that there was nigh 100% chance that Justin Hammer would try and flaunt his dick with the drones and robots. And it would turn out to be quite disastrous.
Peter didn't care if people got hurt, at least, not anymore; but he did care about some of the students who were going there. Say, being the nerd she was, Gwen would want to go. So would Betty, which meant that Ned would too.
That was enough reason for him to prepare for it now so he won't be caught unprepared.
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Chapter 54
54: Training with Gwen… *
Peter was busy on his computer; he'd been looking for the owner of the warehouse he'd been using. He wanted to buy it and do some work to make it into a small facility. Sure, it wouldn't be something big, but it would be his little secret facility. It took him hours of stumbling around, hacking the cameras to spot who came in here and not, and doing so much work before he could find who owned the warehouse.
He did find the man, so Peter could go and proceed with buying this place before renovating it into something of a personal lab, and training facility. After he was done with it, Peter sighed; he was going to finally start training Gwen now. Because he wanted her to be able to protect herself, and their child, if need be.
He couldn't always be with her, after all.
So, that's exactly what he did, he went to pick her up before teleporting inside the warehouse. She wouldn't know the location like this. He didn't really care if she knew, but Peter was using this place to fuck girls too, so it would be disastrous if she came here looking for him and ended up seeing something she shouldn't.
Something he didn't want her to see for now.
He'd called and told Yuri to not come today-he couldn't risk it, after all.
"Whoa," Gwen wowed, entering through the portal. "This is exactly like a place where a mafia lord would be. Peter, tell me, you aren't someone like that, are you?" she joked, looking around.
"Who knows," Peter said darkly, "I might just be-" and there came the slap. "Ow! What for Gweneth? Why do you use violence on hubby so much?"
Gwen thinned her lips, "It seems 'hubby' needs a beating."
"Is that so?"
"Mmhmm," Gwen nodded.
Peter chuckled, "Well, you'll have plenty of time for that. Come on, we're 'training' you today."
Gwen blushed.
"Don't think anything funny!" Peter bonked her on the head. "Pervert."
Gwen only seemed more flustered. Usually, she was the one saying Peter was a pervert. But… it was nice being called that from time to time now that she heard it. And not like she hadn't thought of it. She had, most definitely. She's a healthy teen, of course, she would fantasize about some 'things' she was curious about.
Though Gwen would admit, her first time wasn't really the best of experiences. And she knew that it was time that she let it go, that she lives the happy life she deserves. But… her mind refused to listen, still wandering to that time when Peter forced himself on her.
"Come on," Peter sent a web hurling at her, and her spider-sense-or so Peter called it-flared, making her dodge out of the way as she jumped up. Gwen's stomach lurched at how much she was able to jump, and she couldn't help but reflexively close her eyes.
"Open your eyes!" Peter shouted, and she felt her spider-sense blaring warnings at her, again. Her feet had yet to near the ground, and her body reacted on its own, her arm shooting a web at the ceiling as she dodged the web shot by Peter again.
Even though the web wasn't harmful-as Peter didn't want to hurt her-her body reacted instinctively.
"No, Gwen, it's not wrong to let your body be at the mercy of your instincts, but letting them reign supreme is wrong. Don't overly rely on them, but use them to their fullest potential too."
"Like that's so easy to do!" Gwen shouted sarcastically, scared as she hung down. "Now help me get down, you prick!"
Peter snorted in laughter.
Needless to say, it was fun training her. Though Gwen might have something to say about the 'fun' part.
After their training session, both were lying on the bed-oh, Peter had bought a real bed and moved it in here using [Inventory]-watching a movie. Though watching might be too strong a word as they were busy kissing each other hungrily.
Gwen was on top of him, and her hands were grabbing his shirt with quite some force as she kissed him on the lips.
Peter wasn't feeling so good.
Her lips were soft, and he was getting horny.
"G-Gwen," he pushed her away. "We should stop, I think. I won't be able to stop if we did-" Peter was silenced with another kiss, a kiss Gwen initiated before forcing her tongue inside his mouth.
She didn't let him say anything, and just pushed her hands on his chest, pinning him to the bed. The kiss lasted for a while, and by the end of it, both were a bit breathless.
"I'm taking the l-lead, this time around," Gwen said, a huge blush on her face.
Peter was surprised.
Gwen?
Taking the lead?
"Won't that be interesting?" Peter murmured, putting his clothes inside [Inventory] as he moved up, stealing her lips for a soft peck.
"I'm yours for the night, then." He whispered against her ear, nibbling on it as he did so.
Gwen shuddered, feeling an erect cock on her stomach.
"M-mine too," Gwen 'ordered' sternly, a tight-knit in her eyebrows.
Peter almost laughed, she wanted to act dominant, eh?
He put her clothes in [Inventory] and she yelped as her body came into contact with the environment, her boobs-which were growing bigger-greeted the world In their full glory, as she felt her wet pussy touch him.
Gwen shuddered slightly.
"Let's start, shall we?" she said confidently, her blush growing bigger as she slid down before looking at his cock. She wanted to give him a blowjob.
She'd… researched a bit, and as it turns out, men like it, so…
But she couldn't, not with him looking at her like that!
Gwen was embarrassed. She didn't want him looking at her as she did… that, so without thinking, she moved around, her back facing him so that he couldn't see her face. But unexpectedly, Peter grabbed her and pulled her butt closer to his mouth, and when she realized it, they were already in a 6-9 position…
Now that she thought of it… this was even more embarrassing.
But as she'd been psyching herself up for this for days, Gwen only gulped once before her head went down toward the veiny monster as she looked at it in wonderment and bafflement. How could it… fit inside her? Wasn't it too big? Then again, Gwen wasn't sure, the last she had sex with him, it went in easily even though she was a virgin at the time.
Gwen gave his cock a stroke, looking at it with big eyes before she started moving down hesitatingly.
"Eeeep!" Gwen yelped, tensing as she felt Peter giving her pussy a lick.
She didn't want to be left behind, so Gwen dove down, and gave a lick from top to bottom. Then, she opened her mouth wide before she started sucking his tip like a lollipop. Peter felt good, if the groan she felt against her pussy was of any indication.
As his cock was fully engrossed in her saliva, Gwen moved down, trying to take it in in a single long gulp. She didn't seem to have a gag reflex, it slid down her throat quite easily. Peter tensed, and Gwen couldn't help but feel a bit proud.
She stood like that for a few more seconds before moving up, his cock sliding out of her mouth as Gwen coughed a little. That… wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. Gwen continued giving him a good job, so did Peter.
It was fun pleasuring each other like this. Or so Gwen thought, at least.
Soon enough, Gwen felt as if she was reaching her edge. Peter had been nibbling and sucking her pussy for a while, and maybe he noticed something as he shoved his tongue inside her. Gwen didn't last long after that, and reached her orgasm.
Peter still didn't though. And Gwen definitely didn't like that.
So, she jerked around, sat on top of him, pinned him down with her strength, and lined his cock against her entrance. She was still a newbie, so she was a bit afraid. It had hurt so much the first time, would it still hurt?
That was a question on her mind that made her hesitate. Though her saliva on his cock, and her drenching pussy didn't let her mind wander off for long as it slid in without much resistance at all, expanding her walls around as Gwen released a sweet moan.
"Fuck…" Peter hissed, groaning as his cock pulsed a few times before releasing everything inside her pussy. Damn it! She'd just let him in, they hadn't even started fucking yet!
It was expected given Peter was near his edge when she was giving him a blowjob, so it only took penetration for him to cum because of how tight she was.
Gwen smiled feeling his cum seeping out of her pussy before she started moving up and down, slowly. She didn't want this time to be as rough as the last.
She just wanted to enjoy herself tonight.
Kleptomania.
a mental health disorder that involves repeatedly being unable to resist urges to steal items that you generally don't really need. Often the items stolen have little value and you could afford to buy them. Kleptomania is rare but can be a serious condition.
That's what Felicia had found out about her condition a while ago. And at the time, she had definitely not believed in such bullshit; but over time, she couldn't help but believe it. After all, she had an unhealthy obsession with stealing things. Especially glittery shiny things.
She'd first discovered this obsession of hers back when she was in middle school. There was this one annoying girl who was jealous of her, and she seemed to feel good about herself by flaunting her wealthy parents.
And one day, she'd snuck a diamond-a real diamond, which was her mom's-in school, and Felicia, being the Kleptomaniac she was, obviously had the urge to steal that diamond. And steal she did.
Needless to say, the little girl had earned quite an earful, and Felicia hadn't seen her again.
Kleptomania…
Felicia sighed, her toes curling as her eyes glinted, her stomach had this funny feeling within that made her spring up to her feet as she neared a person.
Her Kleptomania was acting up again. Felicia bit her lips, but couldn't stop herself from sneaking her hand toward her English teacher's wrist. There was a beautiful, glittery bracelet there; a bracelet she wanted.
Though it seemed that it was the wrong move as her teacher, Natalie Maxwell, if her memories served her right, turned to face her, catching Felicia's wrist before giving her an off look.
"How can I help you?" the teacher smiled, and Felicia's heart skipped a beat-fuck… why did this Nat have to be so pretty? Felicia can't resist such charms for fuck's sake.
"Uh, I want your help, Miss. Natalie." Felicia smiled obliviously, her stomach churning at her failed attempt. Fuck, calm down, girl…
"With what?" Nat raised an eyebrow, her smile widening into something mischievous.
Felicia blushed, thinking of something as her eyes glinted yet again, "A boy's been bothering me." She said, biting her lip. "I would've beat him up, but my mom's not been happy with me beating up guys lately."
Nat frowned, "Who?"
It so happened that Peter's Parker Luck was on full throttle yet again and he was passing by with Gwen, both talking to each other, happy. Gwen particularly so, had this glow about her.
"Peter. Peter Parker." Felicia said, pointing at him. "He touched me inappropriately."
If only she knew how accurate she was.
"Hmmm," Natasha hummed, her eyes sharpening, her brows furring into a tight frown.
Natasha didn't like seeing girls being mistreated, maybe because of her experiences in the Red Room. So, now that she'd heard that one of her students was being harassed by another one of her students, Natasha-who was acting as a teacher to keep an eye on a particular someone because Fury had given her a mission-felt responsible for it.
"Don't worry, he won't bother you again." Natasha smiled at the girl.