68 -73

Cats Are Awesome, Cats Are Cool

Felicia Hardy had stormed off into the city of New York after seeing the state Jessica was in. The girl didn't seem to care, more like, she was fine with it. She was fine with how she was being treated.

Which, in Felicia's opinion, wasn't right at all. Jessica had been defiled by that man, that bastard, and yet she didn't want to go away, or even punish the dude. Felicia didn't like that. So, instead of staying behind and comforting the girl, she stormed off to find Peter.

She regretted it now that she was a bit sane, wandering New York City without any destination in mind at all. She was regretting that she hadn't stayed behind and comforted Jessica, and she was feeling bad about it too.

So, she would find some criminal and vent since she couldn't really find Peter either. She had searched for his house, and upon finding it, there was no one inside. Neither he nor his aunt. So, Felicia was out here, punching the bad guys. Which was quite hypocritical of her since, well, she was a thief herself.

She just sighed, punching another one of the scums on earth to the ground.

Felicia wasn't killing them, of course, she was not that apathetic. So she'd do it if it concerned her life and her mother, no matter how her mother was.

Felicia fought any and every criminal she came across, but she also found something quite absurd.

There were dead bodies all around Queens and Manhattan. Even the mob seemed scared of this killer. There were way fewer criminals out here in the alleys than they used to be.

So, Felicia quickly left that place since her cat tingle was warning her.

She didn't really have any 'cat tingly' but she knew when something 'bad' was about to happen. And that sense of 'bad' was quite high in the place she was before. So, she ran away.

Felicia didn't know how, but after she awakened her powers, she was able to feel this thing she could only title as 'luck' and a sense when something 'good' or 'bad' was about to happen.

She ran to a more crowded place, and waited for that 'sense' of dread which indicated bad luck to vanish before she moved again.

Yeah, she might be a super, might even have some powers she hadn't discovered yet, but she knew that she wasn't nearly as strong enough to face that thing. Whatever it was. She knew that someone, or something had been looking at her for a while from that place before. That's why she'd sensed that something bad was about to happen.

And now that she was out of that place, way away from it, the sense of being watched vanished.

Felicia sighed, and walked aimlessly, avoiding the stares of men and women alike on her body which was covered in her Black Cat outfit. It was crazy that she had so much attention on her but she still wasn't feeling that sense of 'dread' she'd felt at that place.

Anyway, Felicia shook her head, and walked without a place in mind, just enjoying the simple process known as 'walking'.

Then, she felt something.

Something familiar, very much so.

She looked up, and her eyes couldn't help but widen, her mouth opening slightly.

Spider-Man was falling down nose first toward her, splitting the air as he came crashing down in front of her, the impact caused by his feet landing on the ground, and his weight slamming on the ground, were able to form a small crater in the road.

"Wassup love?" he asked, staring at her, or so she deduced; she couldn't really see his face, after all.

Felicia was, meanwhile, wondering what would have happened if he had landed on top of her. She would've been turned into paste, no?

As she was stuck in her thoughts, her mouth was left open, and so were her eyes. Spider-Man chuckled, and leaned to her, his right hand coming forward to close her mouth shut.

"Cat got your tongue?" Spider-Man said, and Felicia couldn't help but notice the playful edge to his tone.

"Y-you wish!" Felicia snorted, and aimed her kneecap at his groin.

"Na-uh," Spider-Man caught her knee, and twisted it slightly, causing her to swirl on her only heel that was on the ground before coming to a stop, her back facing him. "That's a no-go place, love. You can hit me anywhere but there."

Then, he leaned forward, his hands going down her waist as he whispered against her ear.

"And besides," her ear felt ticklish. "It's gonna cost us our future children-"

Felicia blushed at the bastard's attempts, and slammed her elbow in his ribs before grabbing him by the shoulder and throwing him over her shoulder and onto the ground. Then, she got on top of his chest.

- Scssstth!

Her nails extended into sharp claws, a dangerous glint in them. She pressed her nails on his neck.

"Do that again, you fucker." She growled, baring her teeth at him as she purred at him dangerously.

Peter was surprised.

She was… just like a cat, no? a real fucking cat.

He smirked under his mask. He could have easily dodged her, not that she had enough strength to throw him on the ground like that in the first place. The main reason she was even able to do this was that he'd let her.

Peter said nothing, but chuckled as an idea lit up like a bulb inside his head. So, he quickly threw her up, webbed her in a cocoon, and then grabbed her by the chin with his hand. Peter stared at her intently, looking at her scowling face.

He didn't want to miss the reaction he was expecting.

"You bastard… !"

She shouted, but before she could continue, he scratched under her chin, just like he would a cat. Felicia, or more specifically, Black Cat in this case since she was wearing a fucking costume, couldn't stop herself from blushing and accidentally moaning in a soft tone at that. Even her eyes widened.

"Ho~?"

Peter chuckled; sure, he'd expected such a reaction, but this… this was way too much of a reaction.

He scratched her under the chin, again. Once, twice, thrice, and Felicia's face twisted strangely, and she started purring like a cat, her head moving more toward his hand for more caresses and scratches.

"F-fuck!" Felicia growled like an animal, her anger skyrocketing as she thrashed inside the cocoon.

Fearing that this might cause a commotion that would ruin his public image, Peter grabbed the cocoon, and jumped, going faster than he'd ever gone. He only stopped once he was on top of the building he'd just jumped from.

Then, he dropped her cocoon down on it, and unsurprisingly, Black Cat was already out of the cocoon, her nails extended, and the web of cocoon behind her, torn in half.

She ran at him, scratching on his face, but Peter dodged out of the way. He sighed, and raised his hands in the air as a sign of surrender; maybe he shouldn't treat her like a scumbag every time they meet?

Yeah, let's do that. Now that he knew that she could be 'tamed' like a real cat, he could go at his own pace.

"Sorry, sorry." He said, not at all sounding apologetic. "I didn't know you would react like, well, a cat."

"You… !" She hissed, scowling. It seemed that she really wanted to beat him up, but knew better than to do so since she had no real strength against him, and she knew it better than even him. She knew her limits. Sure, she usually aimed higher than she could reach just for the thrill of it, but Felicia wasn't an idiot to know her limit.

"Arrgh!" She growled, and slammed her foot on the ground, purring in anger.

"You fucking bastard!" she shouted, slamming her fist into his gut. Peter sighed internally, and acted as if it hurt him a lot and fell to the growled, curled as if he was in a lot of pain.

"Dayum!" he wheezed. "You're so violent, but I can bare it as long as it is you."

Black Cat panicked slightly, but flushed and stomped on his chest when he started laughing like an idiot. She was fooled, wasn't she?

That sucked ass.

Real bad.

"Sorry, sorry," the annoying bug laughed at her, grabbing his stomach.

Then he stood up, and stopped laughing.

"Okay," he said seriously. "Let me ask something," he neared her, coming closer with every step he took. Felicia knew that something was wrong, so she started backing off slightly, but she hit the wall and couldn't back down more than that.

Spider-Man neared her face, and she looked away. He grabbed her chin, stroking gently before forcing her to look his way.

"You aren't stealing, right Kitten?"

Felicia nodded like a chicken; anything to get away. Fuck dignity. This man was crazy, he manhandled her like crazy, and even though it wasn't right, she… liked it somewhat.

Felicia's eyes widened.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

She did NOT just think that!

"N-no, I didn't steal anything." Saying so, she pushed him away slightly, and fortunately enough, he backed away, the sense of dread vanishing.

"Good kitty," he praised genuinely, patting her head fondly.

Felicia blushed further.

Fuck… how embarrassing.

She looked down, biting her lower lip.

"Aww," Spider scratched her chin. "Don't pout now, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." he sighed and backed away, sitting on the edge of the building.

Felicia took her time while Peter just gazed at the horizon. The sun was setting, and it looked absolutely stunning.

The sky was spread in front of him, a golden shine leaking In between the skyscrapers. It was a silky, smooth collusion of skyburst reds and yellows into an awe aspiring tone of golden that compelled him to sit and just stare while thinking of life.

Black Cat seemed lost in her thoughts too, as she'd just sat beside him, gazing at the sunset.

The light peaked through the buildings' glass pans, painting them in a golden canvas of imagery that was comforting, and warm for the eyes, making them forget of the worries.

It was addicting, seeing this; so very much.

But oh well, how long could they stay like this?

So did Felicia think as she sat there, pondering if she should ask his help. He was supposed to be a hero, no? so he'd surely help her. She hoped so, at least. Then again, the bastard was treating her like a plaything, manhandling her quite a lot, so she was worried that he would bother himself with her.

Even though she seemed to unconsciously like his treatment, she did not like it. She was contradicting herself, but it is what it is.

She would've snorted right now if Spider-Man wasn't beside her.

"Hey," she called out after a lot of pondering over the matter. In the end, she decided on asking since, well, there was a big chance he would help her. Felicia was justice for Jessica, and he would get it for her if she couldn't do it herself.

"Yes, Love?" Spider-Man said, seriously.

Felicia did snort this time.

"Can you not call me that?" Felicia scowled. "It sounds dirty."

"As you wish, love." Spider-Man didn't relent.

Fucking bastard.

Felicia wanted to hit someone so bad right about now.

Why was he doing this to her?!

What the fuck did she even do to him?!

'Calm down Felicia, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.'

"Anyway," his annoyingly punchable voice sounded. "What did you want to say?"

Felicia ignored him, and continued working on her inner mind, trying to calm herself.

'Blue cat, red cat, orange cat, green cat. Cats are awesome, cats are cool, cats are badass, cats are queens, cats are the obsolutely best, and cats are the obsolute apex of the world. Yes, as expected, cats should rule the world, no, cats should be the rulers of the universe.'

It seemed that she calmed down enough.

Now, she wanted to talk.

"So…"

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Chapter 69

69: What The Fuck?

Peter stared at Felicia, she seemed to be trying to say something, but was distracted by the sunset.

So, he didn't ask anything either, and simply enjoyed the scenery. After some time, it appeared as if she wanted to speak.

"Hey," she spoke up, a complicated but serious look flashing on her face.

"Yes, Love?" Peter joked, feigning seriousness.

She scowled, and Peter barely held back his laughter.

"Can you not call me that?" Felicia said. "It sounds dirty."

"As you wish, love." Peter nodded, ignoring her glare.

It was almost as if she wanted to kill him but Peter was sure that she was just troubled in her mind about something.

"Anyway," he said. "What did you want to say?"

Felicia was seething in anger, Peter thought as such, so he let her calm down. After she calmed down, she opened her mouth; it seemed that she wanted to speak now.

Peter smiled slightly. It was so much fun messing with her, more so after she tried her luck with Jessica, blamed him for sexual harassment to Black Widow, and treated his homie, Ned, like trash.

"So…" Felicia said, trailing off. Peter just stared at her but didn't say anything, he wanted her to speak her mind, so he waited.

"Stuff happened," Felicia said, rubbing her forefingers together. "And…" she murmured something, which wasn't really audible, but Peter was able to hear it thanks to his, well, super hearing.

"I want your help," That's what she said, shy for some reason. Not as if he were going to bite her, for God's sake. He was a hero, not a fucking villain. Well, actually, thinking back to how he'd been treating her, it was quite possible she viewed him as a villain.

Peter sighed.

"… If you can, of course." She finished her sentence.

"Of course, I will help you; I'm a superhero, you know? It's my job." Peter shrugged, and Felicia seemed to visibly relax.

Peter found her reactions cute.

"What did you want my help for? can you tell me?" Peter asked, staring at her with an unreadable gaze.

She was beautiful, that much was so very certain. She was pretty. The way she behaved was so cute that he wanted to fuck her right there and then but Peter, being the man he was, forced himself not to think with his dick for once, and decided to think with his brain.

"Help?" Peter asked. "Help with what?"

"Well," she trailed off. "There is this girl I know, I'm not her friend or anything."

"In fact, we barely know each other. But I'm certain that she was ràped by a student I know, and I want to punish that bastard." She looked at him determinedly.

"If possible, I want your help with it." She stared straight in his eyes, even though she couldn't see his eyes as they were covered behind the mask.

"And, well, after I am done with him, we can throw him to the authorities for ràpe." Felicia shrugged, and looked at him expectantly. "That's it. So, will you, pretty please, help me?"

Aww…

How cute.

Peter wanted to pinch her cheeks so much right now but he refrained himself.

Instead, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Sure, of course, I can help you; in fact, I will help you since I don't really have anything to do right now," Peter said reassuringly, and she visibly seemed to relax.

Now, Peter had a guess as to why she was so fixated on punishing this man, whoever he was. If Peter remembered correctly, in the comics, she was ràped. So, it was fairly possible that she'd developed some sort of PTSD, or something else due to that.

But the thing is, she wasn't ràped. He could see that she was a virgin, both anally and vaginally.

No, seriously, he could see it since he was using [Sexual Sight] on her.

She was a virgin.

Even better.

Peter smirked under his mask, while he asked her some questions on the outside.

"Anyways, who is this person you speak of?" Peter asked. "The one who ràped the other girl. Can you tell me their names, if possible?"

Felicia stared at him, then as if realization hit her, her face brightened.

"Yes, yes! Of course, you can know. Damn, why did I forget to tell you such a simple thing as their names?" She frowned. "Anyways, the girl's Jessica Jones, and the bastard's Peter Parker.

… What?

Peter frowned slightly. Why would she think he ràped Jessica? As far as he knew she'd only seen him teleport with Jessica. How the fuck did she come to the conclusion that he ràped get?

Right now, when she asked for his help because she wanted to beat a ràpist, he was thinking that she was referring to some supervillain she couldn't face since she wasn't that strong.

It was far away from his mind that she'd want to beat him because she thought that he'd ràped Jessica.

Peter sighed.

It is what it is… he'll just have to play her somehow, and reveal that 'Peter', in fact, didn't 'ràpe' Jessica, but helped her instead.

Which was true, actually, since Peter hadn't really touched Jessica inappropriately… yet.

He planned on doing so if she took too much time to make a decision, though.

"Okay," Peter agreed. "Jessica Jones, I know her, I think…" Peter muttered, rubbing his chin, feigning that he was trying to recall how he remembered Jessica.

"What? How do you know her?" Felicia squinted her eyes at him.

"Aha!" Peter slammed his hand on his palm. "Yeah, that flying girl I helped some time ago."

"Oh…" Felicia murmured absentmindedly. "Yeah, I've seen her fly. She's a super. You helped her?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded. "I saved her when she accidentally fell into a river when she discovered her powers for the first time. I trained her for a bit so that she could control herself and not be in trouble. In fact, I still help her from time to time."

"I see, cool," Felicia said to him, and then quieted down, staring at the sunset.

Meanwhile, Peter was thinking. How should he, or 'Peter', be proved innocent?

He didn't need to prove his innocence to anyone since he'd really not ràped Jessica, and even if Felicia reported him to the police, she or the police couldn't do anything; there was no evidence.

After all, Peter hadn't ràped Jessica.

But, since Peter wanted to woo this mommy, he needed to prove himself innocent. Otherwise, things would be much more difficult. He didn't really want to use [Beast's Scent] on her.

This girl had no mind protection, other than the spell he just placed on her secretly, so it wouldn't be difficult to make her horny and fuck her mind out. But Peter didn't want that. He wanted to win her 'heart', so to say.

There was no fun in cheating his way through, after all. Though he'd cheat anytime he deemed things to be out of hand. He wanted to enjoy his time for as long as he could, but he didn't want to remain unprepared for what the future held for him.

"Okay," Peter said to Felicia, standing up. He stretched his body even though he didn't need to, and offered his hand to her. "Come on."

Her attention steered from the scenery to his outstretched hand, and she frowned. Probably thinking something along the lines of: why is he offering his hand?

"Come on," Peter rushed her. "We need to go talk to Jessica, and hear what happened from her. Maybe you could comfort him since she's a girl? Anyway, let's go, that Peter fella can wait, he ain't going anywhere."

Felicia scrutinized his outstretched hand for a while, but in the end, she relented and grab it with her hand.

Peter couldn't help but feel the texture of her soft hand. It was plushie soft and pretty small in his hands. Peter wanted to hold onto her hand a bit longer but since he didn't want to appear creepy to her, he let go of her hand.

Though it was quite ironic since he was just that, a creepy man to her.

Anyways, Peter twirled on his heel and gestured for her to climb onto his back.

He'd done this once, it was phenomenal. He wasn't going to let go of this chance; he'd be an idiot If he did so.

Felicia made a face, but sighed and climbed on his back.

Peter grabbed her fleshy butt, squeezing it slightly. Enough for him to get a feel, and not do much for her to retaliate and hit him or something.

"Keep your attention on the task, Spider," Felicia grumbled against his ear, tightening her hug around his neck.

Peter sighed; he'd still feel her up though.

Peter jumped down the building.

The hug tightened.

"Tell me the way!" Peter yelled.

He knew where Jessica lived, heck, he could've straight out opened a portal there, but what was the fun in that?

On the way to Jessica's home, Peter made sure to get a firm grip on her butt, feeling It up for good.

Felicia did protest, but was too afraid of falling down since they were way too high. She hated this, that much was certain, so Peter stopped after a while.

She relaxed after that, so Peter didn't touch her after. He was feeling like a scumbag, really bad.

And this, he didn't know how or why, reminded him of a particular memory from the past.

A particular memory of him, when he was a kid, and a man with a blurry face that had molested him. It was his dad, or more specifically, Edward's dad.

The man seemed drunk, and reeked of blood. That man had molested him, just that, nothing more than it. But it seemed that it had left a scar on Edward's mind.

His mother had left the man, running away with Edward.

They'd lived happily, but one day, his mother had vanished. Just like that. Edward had searched her everywhere, but hadn't found her.

That's what led to the memories he remembered from [Memory Fragment - Edward [01]]. To the mission, and then it stopped. He didn't remember anything after.

Peter gasped, his grip loosened on his web and he fell down on a building's terrace.

- Thud!

Peter and Felicia rolled on the terrace, coming to a stop after a while of skidding. Peter was mostly fine, but Felicia seemed injured.

He quickly stood up, dusted his suit, and swiftly walked up to the groaning Felicia.

He squatted down beside her, and picked her up, hugging her tightly.

Fuck.

How did he mess up?

Why the fuck was he suddenly so distracted?

More importantly, why the fuck did the memories before Edward's Memory Fragment decided to barge into his head?

Yes, every memory from his childhood, that any normal person could remember, were back in his head.

Up to the point where Jacob recruited him for the mission.

Peter hugged Felicia tighter, hoping that her injuries would heal. She was badly injured. More so, she seemed unconscious.

And Peter was worried.

It was his fault that fell, and got injured.

For fuck's sake.

If his memories wanted to pop up like that, at least they could see the time!

The progress of the [Assimilation] was at [08%]. This roughly meant that he had every memory up to the point where he left off in the Memory Fragment, but that's the thing, they were just, there.

Not living through them, nothing fancy; they just popped up.

Which was weird since he didn't feel any different from how he was before.

He was still 'him'. Nothing changed; it was just that he had more memories now. Which were useless more than anything.

While pondering over different stuff, Peter kept Felicia in his hug, hoping with all his heart that she'd heal.

She was, apparently, but it was a bit slow.

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Chapter 70

70: Memory Fragment - Edward [02] (last)

(Due to the reactions and negative responses I saw on the first Fragment, I've decided to make this a short thing. This is the last chapter you'll have on Edward's backstory. Know that I've kept a few things. The remaining 2% which is too important to show like this, and right now; It'll raise the stakes too much for Peter and the fun stuff will be cut short and he'll have to be serious. You'll know that too. But not for now.)

Edward was never a normal human being, that much he knew from the moment he gained his 'self'.

The day he knew that he could think as an individual being. That was also the day he figured out he was not normal.

He was different from everyone else. He thought differently, and felt as if the culture of Elysium was weird. Everything on Elysium was weird.

The people, the currency, and their lifestyle. Everything. Why? Because he could recall some sort of culture, some sort of 'thing' that was wholly different than anything on Elysium.

Knowledge.

Edward had knowledge of a world same yet so much different from Elysium. A world where there was no war and only peace. At least from the time he was in that world. But, that peace was only a way for the minority to control and give a sense of safety to the majority.

It was his first life.

On a planet called Earth.

Nothing out of the ordinary; he was a corporate slave, lived his whole life repaying the 'debt' he owes to his father-the man had claimed raising him and his expenses as debt.

In that first life, Edward spent his time earning money, listening to his father's orders, and obeying his every 'command'.

Why?

Well, because he was 'indebted' to his father for raising him. And that he needed to repay that bastard. Edward lived his whole life like that, seeking closure from his supposed father while earning his butt off for him.

But he never got what he wanted. His father never loved him. That's why when the drunk bastard crossed the line by banging a woman in the house and finally told him the truth that Edward wasn't his son, and that he'd kidnapped him for money, Edward lost it.

His father wasn't his father. And he'd spent his whole life repaying some random bastard. He'd mocked himself for days before finally killing the bastard with a bottle of alcohol.

Edward had been caught by the police, and since he'd accepted any charges against him willingly, they put him in jail.

Edward didn't know he would be used.

But he was used by another bunch. The minority, so to speak. The 'elite leaders' of the society.

Apparently, some of them had done something, something that Edward was not sure of, and they wanted someone-who was Edward in this case-to take the blame.

Without knowing the kind of crimes he'd committed, Edward was to be hanged. The news went viral, and everyone in the world started hating him for something he didn't do.

He killed his 'father', yes. But he didn't ràpe this random politician's daughter! Neither did he steal from that one! Heck, he didn't even know hacking, yet he was framed for stealing billions of dollars!

That's when Edward had had enough, so he called bullshit and did something he would have never considered doing. Not even after leading such a life.

He knew that he couldn't do shit about the elites since he was just a normal human with no physical or political power on his side.

So, Edward committed suicide before the bastards could use him as a blame dummy.

He had many regrets in life, but he embraced his death with open arms; maybe he could finally rest?

But no, he opened his eyes In a new body. The body of an 8-year-old living in Elysium.

He was excited, really excited. Was the Isekai trope in anime real?! He could live his life to the fullest! And even have a harem of besties!

Oh how wrong he was.

Life wasn't easy.

He'd mistaken that life would be easy for him since he lived a bad one before.

The moment Chris' memories erupted inside his mind, Edward lost it.

Yes, the boy whose body he was in Elysium was named Chris. No last name.

Anyways, Edward hadn't been able to cope with the cruelty of this world, which was worse than Earth.

People were born with something called Gothlic inside their bodies. Gothlic that gave interesting powers to the holder.

And as expected, the minority of 'elite leaders' wanted to monopolize on this. So, kids were stripped of this thing from birth.

And the ones who weren't, were deemed the so-called criminal.

Edward, or more like Chris, was one of them.

His father, in Elysium, was a biological one. But he was a bastard nonetheless. A drunk bastard that beat up his mother in front of Edward while drunk.

His mother was a street whore who earned Sprittle with her body. He was a whoreson, but he didn't care. Because… She was everything he ever wanted.

Some who loved him.

Since Edward had gotten Chris' memories, he gained his emotions as well. Which included, but was not limited to, his love for his mother, Christine, and his hate for his father.

Edward didn't know the bastard's name, but he knew that his father was a politician. A former politician of Elysium.

And he'd taken a liking to his mother, and fucked her for days without end, which Chris was the result of.

Then, the man had left them, but kept coming back into their life since 'she's too good at her work to leave her alone' or so the man said to Edward once confronted.

Both Edward, and Christine lived their life like that for 6 months from the day Edward found himself in Chris' body.

After six months, he'd had a plan of escaping from his father's clutches. They'd leave. He and his new mother, a mother, a 'someone' he always wanted.

But things didn't go as he'd planned.

He got separated from Christine.

And from there on started his quest to find his mother, which went on and on, never stopping.

Somewhere in his mind, Edward knew that she was dead, that she wasn't there anymore. But Edward didn't want to believe that, he couldn't believe that. Otherwise, he would not have anything to live for anymore.

So, he continued searching for his mother. But he never found her.

On this quest to find her, he came to know many people, Jacob, and his family being one of them. They were good, sure, but Edward didn't want to be with them.

He was his family. He was his mother.

The little girl, Rose, had a crush on him, even Jacob, her father, wanted Edward to take care of her when they both were dead.

But Edward didn't care for them. As they say, you only care for what you don't have instead of looking at what you do have.

It was the same for him.

And he could live with it.

But, that day, when he was on that mission. The one Jacob told him about, Edward had never in his life expected that the supposed 'High-Born' would be his father.

Edward wasn't able to control himself, and he confronted the man.

As it turns out, his father had caught her, and then used her in explicit ways before disposing of her.

Edward had lost the will to live, once more.

So, he killed the man.

More like he caught the bastard and jumped down from the skyscraper they were on.

It was his father's, or so he thought, he'd never know.

That day, when he'd fallen down with his father in tow, there had been many questions in his mind.

Questions he had no answers to.

Like, why did he have daddy issues with both his dads?

Why were both his lives shit?

And, while falling, when he'd seen Rose's despairing face, Edward had laughed self-mockingly.

Why didn't he care for these people?

He had someone who cared for him, no?

So why did he not care for them in return and continued searching for someone else?

He had always known that his mother was no more, then why the fuck could he not believe it sooner?! He could've lived a better life dammit! With this beautiful girl no less!

He could've made a family!

Ahh… there was no use complaining now, was there? Everything was done, it couldn't be undone. Rose would live on without him, and so would her family.

Then Edward hit the ground, and died.

Though he did wonder one thing.

Isn't 'he' the problem?

If he had never taken over Chris' body, maybe things could've been for the better? If he didn't have the fixation for parental love from his previous, and 1st life, he could've loved someone else?

Like Rose, for example.

She was so sweet.

An ideal girl, for some.

But, even knowing her advances, he'd ignored her. He'd turned into a misanthropist. He hated every other human being with a passion, and by extension, couldn't trust the people he should have.

Ahh… the regret.

If only he wasn't…

Death had hit him like a wrecking ball, but he hadn't died, apparently, or Peter couldn't be where he was.

Maybe his last wish had some effect, but Peter wasn't Edward, and neither was he Chris. Peter was still Peter, but with foreign emotions and memories.

In retrospect, he wasn't Peter, but an entirely new being made of Peter, Chris, and Edward.

This made him an anomaly.

He was Peter, but he had Chris' and Edward's mixed nature, memories, feelings, and everything.

But he was still Peter.

It was as if the others were there, within him, just happy to be there, watching him have a life worth living.

It was weird, so very weird, but as Peter hugged Felicia so that she could heal while he didn't move from his spot and pondered, he couldn't help but feel grateful to the two.

His life would've been much worse if they, or their memories and emotions weren't there inside him.

It changed him but In a good way. The drastic change itself was bad, but overall, it was good. And Peter would want it to happen again if he had a choice.

Now, he doesn't remember any ROB. There was no God telling him that he'd be reincarnated or transported. He just did. Death made him.

But he was 100% certain that someone was behind it all. Who, or why, he didn't know.

The reason behind it all?

Peter didn't know nor cared for, he had much to do, so many women to fuck around with, so many people to love… a world to make a better place for young ones to live in without a fucking worry in the world.

And he'd be fucking damned if he didn't do it.

He'd make the world a better place, for his unborn child, and for the others to come. Be it his, or someone else's. Children deserve that much, no?

"Hmm," Felicia murmured something in her sleep. Well, she wasn't really asleep as she'd been injured unconscious, but whatever.

Maybe he should kiss her to hasten the progress of her healing?

Why not?

Peter moved his head closer as his suit over his mouth vanished, and he just gave her a quick peck. He felt a bit dirty for doing so, which was weird since he wouldn't have given a shit even after ràping a woman before.

He was changing.

Bruh, Peter wasn't even sure anymore. But he decided not to care. As long as he felt as himself, everything was fine.

Anyways, it seemed Felicia was stirring awake, and was mostly healed. There were some bruises though.

Peter let her wake up, thinking of responses he'd give her. He'd literally fallen down midair. He doubted if she had any trust left in him.

Felicia's eyes widened and she bolted up, pushing him away; Peter already had his mask back on, so that wasn't a problem.

"What happened?!"

She looked around hastily, checking herself with her trembling hands.

Peter winced.

Right, It should have hurt like a bitch.

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Chapter 71

71: Nosy Bitch

"What happened?!"

Felicia was shocked. They were swinging just a while ago, and then, and then Spider-Man seemed lost somewhere in his mind. Felicia had yelled at him to come back from wherever he was in his mind. But, all her attempts had been in vain, and he hadn't come back.

They'd fallen down on a terrace, that much she remembered at least. Then, she remembered the pain. A lot of pain. Only pain and nothing else.

She'd fallen unconscious, Felicia didn't remember anything after that. But she knew that she'd been injured. Quite badly so. But now that she was looking at herself, she wasn't injured at all. There were some scratches, sure, but there wasn't any injury.

She didn't know what had happened, but she was certain that it had something to do with Spider-Man.

She'd flickered back and forth between consciousness, and unconsciousness, so she remembered him hugging her body.

It was a… weird feeling.

It was warm… and soothing. Calm, warm, and a bubbly feeling. She felt… protected for the first time in, like, forever.

"I was distracted; we fell down. I'm sorry." His voice was gentle, and a bit worried.

Felicia wanted to yell at him, but the sincerity in his voice made her hesitate. Should she yell at him? It was his fault to begin with.

But she couldn't.

Not with him being this worried about her.

This reminded Felicia too much of the incident with Peter. She'd blamed him for nothing, and he even helped her in return. This made her feel really bad, but she couldn't bring herself to apologize to him.

Her pride didn't allow it. As Felicia Hardy, she couldn't apologize to a guy. It was stupid, but she couldn't.

"Anyways," Spider-Man said. "Let's go. Jessica still needs us, no?"

Felicia was hesitant, thinking, what if he dropped her again? She'd be injured, again, and he'd probably heal her again. Which she didn't mind. The way she felt so much warmth, a warmth she desired so much, it made her want it more.

But she knew it was wrong.

So, she distracted her mind by thinking about cats.

Spider-Man, however, seemed to misunderstand.

"Don't worry, I won't drop you, not again."

Felicia blushed, but hid it well by going behind him and climbing his back again.

Spider-Man caught her, but didn't touch her inappropriately like before. He really seemed sorry, and it made her feel bubbly in her stomach.

Meanwhile, Peter wasn't thinking about touching her, or anything about her in general, at all. He was, instead, staring at the translucent panel in front of him.

More specifically, the [Assimilation].

It was at [8%] and wasn't moving more, it was stuck there.

He knew every thing there was about himself. He who was made of three beings, their past, what they were, and they are, what he is. He knew that. There was no gap In his memories.

So, why was it stuck on eight percent? Was there a reason? What could he do about it?

Peter sighed, putting more focus on swinging since he didn't want to fall again. Other than that, he was bored with how much time it was taking them to get to her house. He usually teleported, so this was a really tedious thing to do for him.

Anyways, Peter had some suspicions about the system and what it really is. Say, the system had everything laid for him. The quests, tasks, skills, and even more. More so, even when he didn't have a clue as to how he could gain memory fragments for his memories, the memories suddenly erupted inside his mind.

Peter would admit now, he was a pawn in some greater scheme. Someone was above him, watching all the time.

Peter probably had something he needed to accomplish for that being, it was just that he didn't know what it was yet.

Although it was worrying, Peter would prefer to not think about it. Why? He couldn't do shit about it, not for now anyway.

So, he wouldn't mull over it for now, and deal with it when it eventually came. Just like the MCU plot, Peter was preparing, but not as much as he should.

He was getting confident, and he knew it. There was a very thin line between confidence and arrogance, and Peter knew it well.

He was just that confident in being able to make it through alive.

After swinging for a while, during which Felicia kept pointing directions, they finally arrived at Jessica's house.

"Finally," Felicia grumbled as she jumped down and smirked at him, moving her hand to point at the house. "Let's go!"

Peter sighed, and caught her wrists, forcing her into her spot.

"Calm your tits," he said. "What do you think you're doing barging in like that? You do know how we're dressed, right?"

"Oh," Felicia muttered dumbly, Peter could practically see the gears turning in her head as she understood the situation they were in. "So what should we do?"

In the end, she asked him.

Seriously, Peter wanted to ask her how she was able to rob so many places without getting caught. She wasn't dumb, so why was she acting this way?

Peter sighed.

"We find her room, and climb in through the window."

Yeah, like that was any better, but it was still something.

Jessica Jones was sitting in her room. She was quite distracted. Her mind was not on her surroundings, but instead on the 'meeting' she had with her sister, Patricia.

She found out about her superpowers. Apparently, when Jessica had jumped up due to fright and flown, Patricia had watched it all.

So, in the end, Jessica was confronted about this by her sister.

She had to tell the truth. Patricia was mildly excited, but she managed to hide it well, Jessica still knew though.

… She just hoped this would break the ice between her and her new adoptive sister.

Jessica was done being alone, she… she wanted someone too.

- Knock

- Knock

Jessica stiffened slightly. Then, her neck creaked as she moved her head to look in that direction.

… what?

What was Peter doing here?

Actually, it was Spider-Man that was there, but, she knew that he was Peter.

But why was he here?

… Did he want her now? Did he grow impatient?

Jessica felt weird.

But then her eyes fell on the girl on his back, and she swiftly snapped out of it.

He was here for some other business, surely.

Why else would he bring another woman?

… Unless he was fucking this girl too, and wanted to have a t-threesome with Jessica, him, and that girl.

It was wrong… but strangely hot.

Jessica slapped her cheeks, which were beet red by now, and she bolted up, practically running up to the window and opening it.

The window opened with a creak, and Peter-… No, Spider-Man jumped inside with the woman on his back.

Then, they both looked around her room, and she grew self-conscious and started searching for any undie she might have had lying around.

… F-fuck!

Her eyes widened as she saw it, but quickly ran up to it and threw it under the bed.

Spider-Man was looking away, but she was sure he saw it… how embarrassing.

Jessica blushed further.

The girl seemed awkward, but Jessica didn't care about that.

"Um… hello, Jessica."

Surprisingly, it was the girl that initiated the conversation instead of Spider-Man.

Not that Jessica minded, of course.

"Hi…?"

Jessica wasn't sure as to how she should be reacting in this situation, at all.

"Let me get straight to it," The girl in black tight clothing, which was quite revealing on some parts, said with a no-nonsense tone.

Jessica was confused.

"I saw you vanishing with Peter Parker, and then, you came back with bruises on your wrists, and some on your face. That, I've seen with my own two eyes. I don't know about your body though." The woman's gaze turned soft. "I want to tell you that if you're being harassed, touched inappropriately"-the girl gave Spider-Man a stink eye-"or being blackmailed into doing anything explicit. You can tell us, or the police. Don't stay silent and suffer, you have a right to voice out."

Jessica was, more than ever, confused at whatever nonsense this weird woman was saying.

This ruled out the possibility of a threesome, which was disappointing and worrying. Disappointing since there wouldn't be a threesome, and worrying that she was even thinking of this stuff in the first place.

In any way, Jessica had come to one single conclusion.

This woman was misunderstanding the situation quite a lot. Peter, aka Spider-Man, had not done anything inappropriate to her.

Jessica stared at the man's direction, and he just shrugged.

Jessica sighed.

"Uhm, miss?" She asked.

"Oh," the woman blinked. "I'm Black Cat."

Black Cat?

Jessica raised an eyebrow.

Anyways,

"Peter didn't do anything," Jessica said, confidence in her voice. "In fact, he's been helping me train; hence the bruises. As you might know, I have powers, and I can't control them. He's helping me, so don't slander him bitch."

Though she had a calm facade, Jessica was more than annoyed with this Black Cat.

Peter wasn't that bad. But this bitch was making him like that just because 'she' saw him and Jessica vanishing and then Jessica coming home with bruises.

"Are you a voyeur? Why are you spying on me?" Jessica asked with anger bubbling inside her.

Seriously, what gave this bitch the right to spy?

"I just wanted to help since I thought you were being harra-"

"Well, Miss. Cat, there is a world outside of what 'you' think. So don't be nosy, no one likes that." Saying so, Jessica moved toward her bed, happy inside at the thumbs-up Peter was giving her.

"Now, if you would kindly leave?"

Jessica said and slumped on her bed.

Black Cat had visibly deflated, and her eyes were a bit lost.

"Come on," Spider-Man sounded, and Jessica peaked to look at them.

Spider-Man picked the cat up and jumped out the window.

Just like that, they were gone.

Felicia was quite shocked.

Jessica… Felicia just wanted to help that girl… so why did she berate her instead?.

Now that she thought of it, Felicia did just assume a lot of shit on her own, acted immaturely, and misunderstood the situation more than it was.

She even blamed poor Peter.

The boy was innocent.

And she'd been horrible to him.

… Fuck.

"Haah," she sighed. "What should I do?" And muttered to herself.

She wasn't sure what to do.

After that boy in the first year of the school tried to take advantage of her and ràpe her, she'd beaten him up, and saved herself.

But maybe… maybe she'd unconsciously constructed big walls around herself? Walls that forced her to stay alone. Walls that barred others from approaching her since she'd just assume the worst of them?

Jessica was right.

There is a world outside of whatever one thinks. And she or any person for that matter, should look at that perspective and see what they do wrong.

"Um," Spider-Man sounded, "How about starting with treating that boy to a meal? Apologize to him? Come straight, no need to be ashamed of whatever you did to him."

Felicia stared at him in confusion before realizing that he was answering her previous query.

"Yeah…" Felicia muttered. "You're probably right."

Alas, she was being played around. If she were to see the grin splitting Peter's face as of now, she would've beaten him up with a thousand bats and still feel the desire to beat him more.

But oh well, some things are best if left hidden away than shown to the world.

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Chapter 72

72: Apology [01]

Peter Parker was having a blast today. His girls were happy, and so was he. He was training and succeeding in the battle known as life every fucking day like a man should, and enjoying every second of it.

With nothing but a single little thing distracting him at the back of his mind.

The future.

He was not prepared for it, in the slightest. But he would not think of it either, not giving it much attention was the best thing he could do right now.

Why? Because he couldn't do shit about it. Not now, probably in the future, but now? No.

Not at all.

So, he was focusing more on the present than mulling over what he did yesterday, or what he would do tomorrow.

Enjoying the present.

That's what he'd learned recently. Remembering two more lifetimes had that effect on him, Peter had changed a lot. He wanted to cherish every second of peace he had.

Because life was a bitch. It was a bitch, it is one, and it will forever be one. That was one truth of life that's never going to change, no matter who, but what he could do is enjoy his life to the fullest.

So that he wouldn't have any regrets when he died for the third time, probably it won't happen for centuries upon centuries if he played his cards right, but death was inevitable.

It was a perfect cycle.

A matrix, if you will, and if he didn't escape this matrix, he'll be bound to this ever-continuing cycle.

Anyways, it seemed that today was finally the day Felicia Hardy was going to apologize to him.

To Peter Parker.

Peter couldn't help but chuckle; what would she do if she found out he was Spider-Man?

Haha… probably kick his butt, but whatever.

Anyhow, she was approaching him as he sat there at the table with Gwen, Ned, Betty, and Michele, as usual.

The others were busy eating and talking, so no one really noticed her approaching beside him and probably Michele-this girl was extremely attentive to everything going on around her.

"Peter Parker," Felicia said, smiling In a strained manner.

Peter, couples with the others, moved their heads to stare at her, but she didn't back away from the gazes and got near him confidently.

She sat down on an empty chair on his left; Gwen was sitting on his right, and she frowned upon noticing Felicia's behavior.

"I have something to talk about," Felicia said seriously with a no-bullshit tone. Peter raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "It's important to me. Nothing to you."

Then, she stared at Gwen; she was just frowning slightly, but there was no malice toward Felicia. Gwen wasn't a little girl who'd cry over every girl talking with him, after all.

The frowning though… kek~ it was just cute.

Peter bit back a smile, and opened his mouth, speaking in a carefree, calm, and slow tone.

"And what do you want to talk about?" He leaned slightly towards Gwen, and Felicia seemed to take the hint as her eyes fluttered at Gwen.

"I need to talk alone. No need to worry though, I have no intention of dating, nothing sexual, or anything of the sort. Just want to talk about something."

Gwen didn't show anything, but Peter sensed her relaxing a bit. Damn. Peter frowned slightly; it was gonna be hard breaking the harem thing to her, and it was going to be a hassle to manage.

Peter sighed, this is why he's been avoiding it.

He was afraid of losing her.

Sure, he wouldn't let her go, he was too loose in the head to do that, but it wouldn't be the same if he were forcing himself on her.

Say, he was fine with ràping women, he was fine treating them like trash, but those were just some women, the ones he liked even somewhat, he'd treat them nicely.

And Gwen? He didn't just like her 'somewhat'. He was downright bad for her; he loved her.

Call him a hypocrite, but It is what it is.

"Anyways," Felicia handed him a… paper, probably her contact info or something. "Think about it,"-her eyes flickered to Gwen before moving back to him in a jiffy-", I mean no harm to your relationship with this."

Hmm. Strange. Peter frowned slightly, the paper was still in her outstretched hand. Felicia wasn't the type to care about a dude's dating life, she'd probably even destroy it if she felt like it, just so she could get something she desired. Whatever it might be.

Peter didn't take the paper for solid ten seconds, pondering over it silently before taking the paper.

Felicia smiled, and nodded.

"Thank you," she said and walked away.

"What was that about?" Ned asked, making Peter turn to look at his chubby friend.

Betty, Michele, and Gwen were also staring at him for answers.

"Hell if I know," Peter shrugged.

Ned rolled his eyes, Betty ignored him, and Michele squinted her eyes while Gwen seemed to be pondering over something.

They didn't say anything after as the lunch break would be coming to an end soon, and walked to their classes.

After school, however, when Peter and Gwen were walking home, Peter noticed that Gwen seemed a bit… restless?

He frowned; did she not trust him?

If that's what she thought of him, he would've been hurt. But since he was technically just that, a bastard, Peter couldn't bring himself to feel hurt over something like that.

She was a girl; jealousy, assumptions, and insecurities were quite normal.

"Hey," he called her out, elbowing her gently. "Wassup? You seem down."

Gwen groaned out loud, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him into the side alley of the road they were walking on.

Then, she slammed him against the wall, glaring at his eyes.

Peter was flabbergasted, wondering what even happened.

"I get suspicious and jealous, okay?" Gwen said, her eyes watery. "I know this is wrong of me, but the fuck! A lot of girls've been around you. Not really around, but eyeing you; outright ogling! That one bitch even had the balls to give you her contact info. And no, I'm not talking about Felicia!"

Peter didn't say anything, and let her say everything she wanted to say, then, he let the silence stretch, just staring her in the eyes.

The silence reigned supreme for a while, but Gwen grumbled a few seconds later.

"Ugh, okay, I Know this is bitchy of me." She sighed. "Sorry… don't be mad." She looked a bit worried, probably at the silence.

Peter couldn't help but laugh out loud as he hugged her suddenly.

"Sorry, sorry." He wheezed just after. "You're just too cute." He started chuckling again.

Gwen blushed, hit him in the stomach playfully, and backed away.

Peter, on the other hand, didn't let her do that as he caught her wrist and forced her closer. He grabbed her shoulders, and applied some force to make her look into his eyes.

She pouted but did look him in the eyes.

"I-Love-You," Peter said, drawing closer to her face as he told her every single word with a little pause.

Gwen just closed her eyes and let him kiss her.

Peter's lips met hers, and it was soft. He didn't know why, even though he'd kissed her countless times, heck, he'd even kissed other women countless times, every time he kissed this girl, he felt it was always the first experience.

So refreshing.

So sweet.

Taste of strawberries, and vanilla; Peter liked vanilla.

The kiss lasted a bit over a few seconds; it was anything but deep, or tongue wrestling, but they both enjoyed every second of this.

Then, Peter backed away, smacking her forehead with his gently.

"No matter what happens, I'm not letting you go anywhere."

He meant every word of it.

She belonged to him. Every part of her. Even death wouldn't be able to steal her from him. Who was he kidding? This was fucking Marvel, even reanimating the dead was possible.

There were many ways.

She'd stay with him forever.

Gwen blushed.

"I know… dummy," she whispered, and grabbed his hand. "Let's go." And pulled him.

Needless to say, Peter had yet to ask her whether he should go meet Felicia.

He didn't need her permission. He would go meet Felicia anyway, but giving a 'choice' would still be better for his and Gwen's relationship.

After all, she should believe that she had some control over him.

Haaaah.

Peter sighed; how hard he has to work…

He shook his head.

"Hey," he called her. "I dunno what it's about, but it's probably that she wants to thank me."

Gwen glanced at him.

"Who and why?"

"Felicia, you know," Peter scratched his cheek. "I saved her in the Stark expo. Not as Spider-Man, but as me. And since she's been treating me horribly; even going so far as blaming me for sexual harassment, as you put it, I think she wants to apologize or something. Maybe that's why she wants to treat me to dinner."

"Hmm," Gwen hummed, chewing on her lips. "I mean, I don't mind you going. That wasn't why I was grumpy either. The girl's a Les anyway."

Peter smiled.

"And I trust you."

… That hurt Peter more than he'd thought it would.

He held the smile, but his mood wasn't the best.

Seriously, why could the human mind be so fucked up?

He loved this girl so much that he felt bad for cheating, which he was technically doing, but he would still do it anyway.

He was afraid of losing her, but he would still force her to stay with him anyway.

He'd feel shitty afterward, but he'd still do it anyway.

But he still hoped it wouldn't come to it.

He'd give her time once he eventually lays everything in front of her.

Just like the time he'd ràped her.

Peter wanted to give her enough time to think over It, with a clear and cool mindset. Which she wouldn't have just after finding out that he was fucking around with multiple women, and was cheating on her.

Honestly, this was manipulation of people, what he was doing, but at this Peter could care less. There was this something he wanted, and he'd have this something at any and every cost.

His mind was just that twisted.

Apparently, being an amalgamation of three beings does that to you, even if you remain mostly yourself, which isn't really you anymore, but you comfort yourself with self-built rows of lies anyway.

Peter knew that well enough, but let's just say this was his coping mechanism. He didn't have any other way of coping with stuff than this.

Peter chuckled.

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Chapter 73

73: Apology [02]

Peter had contemplated for a while before ultimately deciding that he'd go and meet Felicia; he could probably even plant some seeds in her mind for the future.

He would see.

Peter sighed, staring at May's naked body beside him. It was early in the morning, and he'd enjoyed his night with May, like always. If Gwen wasn't present, he'd do it with May almost on a daily basis.

There was Yuri, too, but she had been a bit busy with a case recently, so they hadn't had time for themselves much. Peter suspected that this 'case' was related to the murders all across Queens and Manhattan.

Peter needed to do something about this, surely, JJJ had already bad-mouthed him. It was enough, he didn't need to slander his public image further.

But,

Felicia came first.

Yuri was strong enough to handle herself, and even if she were to be in danger, the protection spell he'd placed on her person would defend her, and alert him in return. Then, he could go and save her if things went south.

He trusted in her abilities.

But, Peter had priorities.

So, he waited for May to wake up since he didn't want to ruin her sleep, nor did he want to leave unannounced.

Today was Sunday, so there was no school.

That's probably why Felicia had approached him in the first place, so that they could have a peaceful talk.

After a while of lying down while pondering over some stuff, May finally stirred awake.

Peter smiled.

Needless to say, they played around with each other for a while before May went down to make breakfast.

After his morning rituals, Peter was down, sitting next to May.

As they ate, Peter contemplated on how he should break the news to Gwen. He'd have to do it eventually, so it was better to be prepared than sorry.

"Hey, May," Peter called her, suddenly, gulping down so he could talk to her.

May glanced at him, and Peter continued.

"I was wondering…" he made a face. "How should I break it to Gwen?"

May frowned in confusion.

"Break what?"

"You know, me fucking around. Cheating, basically." Peter murmured, but May could understand him pretty well.

"Oh…" May let out a sound, her attention going back to eating.

She seemed to be thinking.

Peter let her do so, it wouldn't benefit him either way. Not like she could talk for him, he'd have to do it himself, it didn't matter when or how.

So, he just sighed and continued eating breakfast.

"You should come out honestly," May said during the meal. "I… I don't think there's a better way. Yeah, there might be some short-term easy way, but that'd ruin things with her in the long-run."

Then, she smiled at him fondly.

"And you, honey, are too deep in love with that girl to leave her to some short-term thingy."

Peter almost spat the water he was drinking.

Honey… seriously…?

He eyed her incredulously; seriously, what was wrong with her today? She was wild in bed last night too…

Peter squinted his eyes, but didn't say anything. He'd noticed this recently, maybe it was due to Edward's nature mixing with his a bit more, but Peter had started staying quiet most of the time.

Where he'd quip and bullshit with whoever he was fighting or stuff, Peter was usually being silent these days.

Although it was difficult at first to notice this change, he'd been enlightened of it after Gwen pointed it out once, asking whether he was mad with her or something.

Peter had thought about it then, and explained some stuff to Gwen so she wouldn't feel hurt or anything of the sort If he were to stay silent.

"I'll try to be more honest with her." He finally said to May. "But, you know…" Peter shrugged, sighing.

May chuckled, "You're afraid of losing her. But more afraid of hurting her since you won't ever let her go. And you'd have to use those incubus powers of yours for that, which would suck for you particularly because it's Gwen you'd be using it on."

Peter opened his mouth, and closed it again, repeating this action for a few times.

How the fuck did she know him so well?

And…

"Why a fucking Incubus?" That's what he was flabbergasted about. Incubus? Him? Never…

"Uhmmm?" May gave him a challenging look, daring him to retort to her statement.

But… now that he thought of it, his powers really were similar to that of a fucking Incubus.

Penis length and grith control, enlarging it, releasing a scent that made females horny, and even a freaking mode that allowed him to presumably do anything.

Yeah, [Beast Mode] might just be some OP skill, he hadn't really used it, nor had he trained it, or checked its limits or anything of similar aspects.

He was just afraid.

Though he knew that he'd have to use it sooner than later, but he'd leave it in future Peter's hands.

"Yeah… you're probably right." Peter sighed, and finished his meal.

Then, he finished some of his work, kissed May good bye, and left; he'd do something today, before his eventual 'date' with Felicia.

Yep, they'd agreed upon a place and time already, last night, to be more specific, and Peter would be there on time.

But before that, he had something to do.

He needed to look for a building for his company.

Sure, he had the warehouse, but that was more of a personal thing, at least he thought so. Peter wanted another building for [Parker Games] which would eventually turn into [Parker Industries] or [Parker Corp] in the future.

But that was for later, for now, he'd look for the building, approach the owner, and maybe come to some deal.

He might need a competent lawyer for it, and he had someone in mind for that job, and no, it wasn't Jen.

He had a certain devil in mind.

Anyways, Peter spent quite some time, going around Queens, and he even teleported to some other places, though he had to cast an illusion spell on himself to not appear as Peter Parker when he did teleport since if Peter traveled around that fast and someone caught him, he'd have some explaining to do.

Which wasn't really something big, but it was nevertheless troublesome.

He did find a good enough place, and he was planning on buying it.

It was quite a high building, maybe even more than he needed, but Peter wasn't thinking of moving from this one for a long time if he succeeded. And since it was big enough, a lot of people could fit in.

All in all, it would be a good deal; he had enough money to rent it too.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to buy it, no, he'd rent for now.

When it was time for the 'date', Peter just teleported near the restaurant he was meeting Felicia, in an alley, and then canceled the illusion and walked to the restaurant.

He willed his spider-suite to come out. He had tried something new recently, and if it worked, he wouldn't have needed for buying clothes after this.

And as expected, the suit, which should have been a Spider-Man suit, emerged out of the shadows as a black tuxedo-like suit.

It was more of a design Peter made himself, and less of a tuxedo, but they were similar enough.

Anyways, Peter entered the restaurant after some check-in, and looked for the table he'd booked beforehand.

He was familiar with this restaurant because he'd come on dates with Gwen here quite often.

Peter didn't take much time to spot Felicia sitting on a chair, looking at the small silver watch on her wrist.

She had a well sculpted figure, which was similar to an hourglass. But the proportions were not extreme, they were just enough to not take from her body, but add more to what she already was.

Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion that shone with a hidden glint of mischievousness, annoyance, and distrust for everybody around her. She seemed ready to pounce at anyone, at any given moment.

A pair of arched eyebrows were atop her emerald green eyes. Her ears were delicate, a small blush of red and pink on their tips; it was natural.

It was enchanting to see her flowing, snowy white hair. Her eyes stared at him intensely as she let a smile form on her pouty lips that had a glossy lipstick on them.

Peter would have to admit, she was fucking pretty, and smoking hot in that figure-hugging dress of hers.

His heart was racing slightly as he neared her with a smile on his face.

Felicia smiled back, two deep dimples forming in her cheeks; which somehow made her overall look quite naughty.

"Hello, how are you?" She said.

… Fuck.

Peter wasn't sure if he'd be able to control himself today.

… He might just end up using [Beast's Scent] to fuck her silly.