98-102

Making An Organization [02]

After observing for a while, Peter walked into the crowd that had formed around a woman. She was fighting multiple people, and defeating them, but she seemed to be losing slowly.

She won the fights, but tiredness was getting to her.

He activated [Seductive Magnetism], and the effects were a bit unexpected.

A few wisps of different colors radiated out of his body, glittering and shining a little in the color they represented. Some blinked in the glow, some flickered, and some were just glowing all the time.

There were a lot of colors. Red, green, blue, pink, orange, purple, and so on.

The wisps collectively twirled around him, appearing like he'd wrapped himself in ribbons.

The area where the ribbons joined him grew larger, which made him look even more like a ribbon-wrapped package, but no one seemed to notice or pay any mind at all.

Peter didn't know what to do with this, at all, so he would have to try things now on his own.

Peter would admit, he should have tested and trained this skill a little, he didn't know how it worked.

Peter decided to test it a little now.

He focused. Peter could feel a pull, a 'tug'. Not just one, but multiple of them. He could inherently tell which 'tug' was from which color. So, he 'picked' a random color. Purple. He meant that he picked a ribbon, a whisp, and then tried doing anything with it. He didn't pick it up with his hands per se, but with his mind.

It was difficult to explain, but it seemed that picking the color was everything he needed to do, and it erupted out of his body and spread everywhere at a certain radius around him.

Peter didn't know what specific effect it would have, but it seemed to work as he said quietly since everyone around him was already down.

The woman was standing, but her legs were trembling.

"Well then." Peter's voice echoed, even though it was quiet. So quiet that her ears perked up to listen intently. "We shall begin with the first test."

He needed to test this woman, from what he saw, she was the leader. She would be his subordinate and run this new organization for him.

He didn't care if she were competent enough or not, he'd mold her into a competent leader if need be. Not that he himself was a competent leader, but he could act the part.

As all the people fell silent, Peter stepped forward with calm and calculated steps, humming lightly.

"Let's see if you're worthy to be my subordinates." Peter stopped next to Callisto, looking down upon her. His eyes fixed on hers. She was looking straight at him, even though his face and eyes were hidden behind the darkness.

"Let's see if you're worthy to be my subordinates." He stopped next to her, looking down upon her. His eyes fixed on hers.

Peter had learned that if you wanted to make a villain: make him a bit-or more, depending on your preference-edgy. Dark costume; dark theme, basically.

While there were solid villains out there that didn't adhere to this stereotypical shit, Peter would stick with the generic villain persona, but with a little bit of his own taste.

"You are the one in charge?" He asked quietly, trying his best to imitate Batman's voice.

She nodded dumbly.

"I don't know what you have been through, what you did, what you do, and whatever you may be planning to do. I'm the boss from now on. You understand?" Peter meant what he said. The Morlocks might be a pitiful bunch in the comics, but Peter wasn't a goodie two shoes in the slightest. Sure, he'd grown soft after he assimilated with Peter's mind, feelings, emotions, and memories, but that didn't mean he couldn't go back to his older ways.

It was just that Peter liked being the nice and soft person he normally was.

Acting evil or doing wrong without any main reason behind it-say, to get a certain thing-was just dumb and useless.

Meanwhile, acting kind and gentle was beneficial since he'd have a nice image.

He could be evil and do wrong when he wanted to get something anyway. So, he could take advantage of both sides.

Callisto nodded again, unable to speak anything beyond just a simple nod.

Peter wasn't sure what the color he picked entailed, but it was probably something along the lines of fear and a sense of pressure.

Like Conqueror's Haki, if you would.

He smiled coldly. "So then, let us begin. First up is your name."

She didn't respond, and kept staring at him, her legs shaking. Peter wondered if the effects of his skill were a bit too much. So much so that she couldn't speak.

So, he lowered it down a little bit.

Immediately, she seemed to snap out of it.

She growled and slapped her cheeks, glaring at him.

Oh, so that's what the feeling was. Peter could feel a 'tug' on himself, and the force he 'tugged' at, seemed directly proportional to the effect of this skill.

Say, for example, he was barely touching it right now, and the mutants around couldn't do anything but get stuck. This woman was the only one that snapped out of it, but if he tugged just a little harder, she would succumb too.

Peter wondered how strong it would be if he tugged harder.

"You want to be the leader huh?!" She growled, slamming her fist into her palm. "Fight me!"

"We'll see about that." Peter didn't back off either, he stood his ground, his arms folded.

"Then fight me!"

Peter sighed; women…

"Alright, if that's how you want to decide." He said, maintaining his calm posture. "A challenge it is then."

"Callisto of the Morlocks."

"My name is of no concern," he responded slowly, crossing his arms.

Peter kept his calm, carefree posture even as the woman, Callisto, suddenly charged toward him.

She leaped onto him with surprising speed, her hands gripping his suit tightly. She would have pulled him down to deliver a knee or kick to his face, but Peter wasn't going to let her.

He didn't hold back his strength for once, and swatted her leg away.

It broke at a strange angle, a cracking sound resounding in the sickening silence before it got torn by her shrieks of agony.

Peter laughed, then punched her in the stomach, sending her flying backward.

"Damn…" Callisto coughed out blood, gasping for air.

She was about to stand again, but Peter stomped on her hand before kicking her head, though he held back when he thumped her head. He didn't want her dying on him now, did he?

Still, he didn't think she would die here, so he left her there.

"Very well, I guess we can just talk after all," Peter said calmly.

Callisto glared at him through the bloodied mess known as her face.

"Hmm… Still have something there, eh?" Peter kicked her in the stomach, with more strength, and she was hurled a few meters away, a trail of blood trickling down her torso.

She didn't get up again, and Peter didn't look at her again. She was out, and Peter had won fair and square, he probably got a bit overboard, but he needed an overwhelming victory.

Why? So that any of these so-called Morlocks wouldn't have any thoughts of rebelling against him.

This way, they would follow orders without question.

Peter turned his attention to the other people that were watching him.

They were frozen in their places, many had pissed themselves, be it men or women.

Peter let the silence stretch as long as he wanted to, tugging the skill-[Seductive Magnetism]-up a notch. The air grew heavy, even Peter could feel it a little.

The people there, however, weren't able to bear it, some collapsed unconscious.

Peter said nothing and walked away, moving towards a building in the far distance. He assumed it was the main base.

Peter, however, didn't forget to order them as he walked.

"Guide me to where she usually lives, and take her there as well." He ordered, and lifted the skill.

Peter didn't deactivate it, after all, there was no such thing as an activation restriction on this skill at all. Peter could keep it activated, it seemed.

So, he would keep it activated at the lowest level possible.

The people looked at each other, none daring to move forward to pick up her body or guide him.

Peter released a little more pressure, and one of them, even as his legs trembled, moved forward.

The man looked at Callisto, sneered, and grabbed her by the leg that wasn't broken, and moved, dragging her along.

Once he caught up to Peter, the latter didn't hesitate to ask.

"Name."

"Mikhail, leader." The man, Mikhail, said In a rough Russian tone.

Hmm. Peter squinted his eyes. Now, where had he heard this name?

Peter didn't remember, but he didn't think much about it either. If he didn't remember, this man shouldn't be that big a character. It wasn't really arrogance from him, Peter just didn't care about this… Russian.

As they walked, no one said another word.

After a while, Mikhail stopped them at the door to a building.

Peter enter along with Mikhail, and then ordered him to put Callisto on the bed before leaving with an order.

"Make sure to gather everyone, I'll be out there in a bit."

Mikhail nodded, and left after bowing.

Peter watched the man leave, and then closed the door before heading up to Callisto.

She was groaning and wriggling in pain, but her eyes were open, glaring at him.

Wow…

She still had the nerve to glare.

Peter chuckled.

He'd decided to do this, to make an organization for two reasons. One, because he would have to make it in the future anyway, and two… Because he wanted to distract his mind away from Gwen.

That girl was on his mind a bit too much, and even though he wasn't showing it, he was affected by their break up a lot. Not giving the thoughts of her much attention was a way of coping.

But that didn't help with the emptiness he felt inside.

So, the way this Callisto woman glared at him, the way she acted like a superior bitch, it ticked him off.

"Well then," Peter sighed, rubbing his neck. He suddenly had an urge; he wanted to let loose a little.

And he wanted to conquer a particular something as well.

Fear of a particular something.

Why not test it and get rid of the fear while venting, and letting loose?

Peter looked down at her, "Time to heal you."

Peter's heart thundered against his chest, he was about to do something he was afraid of, something he'd been pushing deep behind his mind, from the day he'd come here, to now, he'd only used it once.

When he ràped Gwen.

But there was no reason to worry about that anymore. She was gone, and he had a new girl in his sight-Felicia. Not that he was giving up on Gwen either.

His fingers twitched, but Peter sucked in a breath and activated it.

[Beast Mode… Activated]

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Chapter 99

99: Making An Organization [03] **

[Beast Mode… Activated]

Peter stiffened in his place, his eyes losing their luster as a window popped in front of him. The text appeared on-screen, the words all but glowing with brightness.

[Input the task… ]

Peter thought of what he wanted, and then, he felt like something took over his body, ceasing control from his hands. His vision changed, suddenly becoming clearer than ever before. A small monitor popped up in the corner of his vision, showing a map of the place, overlaid with red dots that were rapidly moving to various locations.

He felt as if he was being pushed behind into something and that his mind was turning gears faster than it usually did. Peter could still move his body if he wanted to, things were still in control, but it was as if he was not in control at the same time.

He moved, a task was at hand, a task he needed to complete.

(Read ahead at your own discretion, many readers won't stomach it well, so I thought I'd warn)

Callisto was glaring at him through her bloodied eyes.

Peter didn't like that look at all.

So, he grabbed her broken leg, and twisted it around so hard she screamed out in pain. He then bent down and put his fingers on her throat, staring right into her eyes.

"It's your fault I'm doing this," said Peter. Or was it Peter? He didn't know, this… Skill, it was weird, to say the least.

He felt like himself, yet not at the same time.

As Callisto continued glaring at him while letting out a muffled scream, Peter caught her leg, he was trying to fix her, but it seemed he'd pushed a little too much on her bones, and the leg was still not in place.

He pulled it, grabbed it tightly, and slowly moved it in place, ignoring the agonizing screams.

When Peter finally placed the leg, he grabbed her neck again.

And pulled her, moving her onto the bed for optimal positioning.

He needed to heal this bitch.

Peter tore her clothes.

She screamed out in pain, but it wasn't enough.

Her body was battered, swollen, bloody, bruised, and broken.

But she had to be healed, or else there would be no way out of this nightmare, an endless loop of death and destruction.

Or more importantly, if she wasn't healed, how would she help him control this organization? He needed her to do that for him. He just went a little over bored with beating her up.

Callisto, on the other hand, wasn't sure what was happening anymore.

Her body was screeching with pain, pain sprung from her leg and reverberated through her whole body; it was unimaginable. She couldn't feel anything below her waist now, and her lower back was sending waves of pain through her entire body.

She couldn't believe she was even alive, she felt like she was dying, and yet she was still here.

Why was she still there? Just to suffer?

Wasn't that the worst thing anyone could think of?

She was a good person, she considers herself a good person, at least. She helped the mutants here, and this is what she gets in return? It was cruel.

The world was cruel, it always has been, and it always will be.

She knew that, but she never expected something like this to happen again. The world had done something similar to her in the past. When she was beautiful and rich.

It was as if someone had just punched her in the face, and then kicked her in the gut when she was there, and then she fell down to this state.

A sharp pang of pain stang from her right cheek, and her body convulsed, making her release a scream as the man twisted her leg in place.

This was bad, she thought, this was very bad.

Was he going to break her other leg too?

He grabbed her by the throat, and pushed her up on the bed before his hands went down and tore her clothes away, exposing her naked body to the room.

She tried to resist, but her muscles weren't strong enough to fight off a man who was more muscular than her.

Then another sharp pain came from her left side, and she felt as if her ribs had broken, and she was forced to yell in pain. Her powers didn't seem to work.

W-what was he doing?! Why was he taking it so far? What did he want from her? Did he just want to kill her? Was this some sick joke?

She cried out in pain as he pulled her up on the bed, and then slammed her against the mattress.

"Stay still, woman!" He growled. "You'll be fine."

There was something emotionless, something robotic about the tone the man used, but it contained an unbridled amount of annoyance and emotion within. As if trying to withhold with self-control.

Some kind of power, perhaps?

No, he was human.

This was a monster.

A beast.

Yet, he was also a man.

As he tore her clothes, she couldn't help but wonder. He was going to ràpe her, wasn't he? Was he going to ràpe her?

She felt like she was about to die.

What was happening to her body, everything hurt.

Everything hurt.

She was bleeding everywhere, her skin was torn, broken, and bruised.

Her face was scarred, and her body wasn't something to look at. Not after she suffered from injuries in the past. She was ugly. Why would he even want to ràpe her?

She struggled, but one stare from him made her stop.

Then, his pants vanished suddenly, his cock leaping out of it, standing erect in front of her.

The man didn't wait, and pressed it on her pussy. He didn't wait for her to get ready, and simply thrust inside her wet cunt, slamming it deep into her and making her gasp in pain.

He kept thrusting, slowly, and carefully, picking up speed as he moved in and out of her. He wasn't gentle, and he didn't care about her.

In fact, she didn't really know why he was fucking her, why he was doing this to her.

She felt like it was wrong.

Like it was disgusting.

She was disgusting, why would he find her body attractive enough to even ràpe?

She wanted to cry out in pain.

She wanted to beg, and tell him to stop.

But all she could do was sob, and whimper.

Something she had not done in a while. Maybe this was what she deserved.

Callisto felt her body convulse as he thudded into her. Pain shot as she went in and out of consciousness. She felt as if she was about to die, and yet she didn't.

Almost as if she could heal only enough not to die.

He kept thrusting in and out of her, pushing deeper with every thrust, until finally, he gave a loud grunt, and blew his load into her, shooting rope after rope inside her wet pussy.

Something happened when he did so.

And cracking sounds resounded, followed by her loud scream.

"Aaaagghhh!" She heaved up and down, and suddenly felt as if she could move. She immediately stood up, and looked down at her body.

What the fuck!

She was healed! The wounds on her flesh had vanished, and her body felt as if it was new, as if she had just woken up from a long sleep.

She screamed in joy, and ran towards the door to escape, she would deal with this man later, but the man grabbed her by the throat, and threw her back on the bed, grabbed her throat.

"Not done with you, bitch." He growled. "Now, listen." He slapped her face, entering her again.

His cock seemed to get bigger inside of her, way bigger than she could handle. Her eyes bulged and her mouth opened wide as he pounded her, and she moaned in pleasure.

She had never been fucked like this, not in her entire life. It was so good, it felt amazing. He was like a machine, and she loved it.

"You're my bitch from now on, do what I say, I even healed your ugly mug." He whispered into her ear. "Do you understand?"

She nodded frantically, moaning as he pounded her pussy. It was surprising how healed her face was, was it really healed? Were her ugly scars gone? Was she really beautiful again?

These thoughts would have been in her mind, but they couldn't even get the chance to surface as waves of pleasure washed over her being.

She was being fucked hard and fast, she loved it.

The man grabbed her arms, and pinned them down. She couldn't move, and he began to pound into her harder and harder, making her body shake, and her bones creak and snap into place. Her wounds and scars she forgot about got healed.

The man continued to fuck her, pounding her hard, until finally he groaned loudly and blew his load inside of her.

He came, and she felt like a river of cum filled her body, flooding her womb. It felt exhilarating, it felt refreshing. She wondered if she could feel it again. It made her feel loved. Like she was wanted.

He pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices, and sat back on the bed.

"We're done," he said to her. "I've healed your every wound."

He pointed at her legs, where the bone had been fixed.

Callisto wondered if she should get hurt again, so she could get this treatment. Her eyes glittered with hope.

"Your job now," he said. "Is to obey me, when I say you do it, without question. Is that clear?"

Callisto nodded eagerly, and smiled.

What she didn't know, was that [Beast's Scent] influenced her, twisted her mind, and [Intimate Healing] healed her mind to that twisted state again and again, solidifying it in her brain.

A few hours later, Callisto's old appearance could be seen no more, and what was left was a beautiful woman. Blue eyes and black hair that had a refreshing new feel to it. A healthy glow to her skin, which was soft and smooth, and she looked perfect.

And she was gathering all the Morlocks for the announcement of their new leader, someone who she'd wholeheartedly committed to now. After he healed her, he was kind of her hero… And crush. He was fucking strong, she liked strong.

As she blushed a little in her own little world, Peter was busy pondering.

He'd just used [Beast Mode] to do what he did when he used it the first time. Ràpe. What the fuck is wrong with him. He could have used it for something else, something more serious.

Well, at least he got over the little fear he had. Even though he did it by ràping again, technically. But what the fuck was wrong with that bitch, she enjoyed being ràped, and she fucking turned out a beautiful one after he healed her too.

The thing was, [Beast Mode] amplified his abilities by a lot. So his [Intimate Healing] could even heal her old scars, which was crazy. But Peter didn't really like using it, it felt disgusting when he couldn't feel fully in control of his own body.

That's why he found himself hesitating when he needed to heal the girl, because he didn't want to fuck up his own body.

'And, what the fuck Is this?' Peter thought, staring at the notifications.

[Task Complete! Fuck someone to near death]

[As this is her first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]

[+10,000 SP]

[As this is your first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]

(The 10000 multiplied by 10)

[+100,000 SP]

[Tasks Complete! Vaginal Sex; Hardcore]

[+400 SP]

[Task complete! Abuse]

[As this is her first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]

[+5000 SP]

[Task Complete! Ràpe]

[As this is her first time getting ràped by you, the reward is multiplied by 10]

[+10,000 SP]

Peter couldn't help but stare at it totally dumbfounded.

Then he looked at the total SP.

[142,260/100,000 SP]

Wow… crazy…

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Chapter 100

100: Making An Organization [04]

Different kinds of mutants could be seen on the ground, whispering to each other with hushed voices. They had different skin colors and shapes. Some didn't even look human. But they all shared one thing in common-they were mutants.

"What are we doing here?"

The mutant girl called out to the men who were standing in front of her. The men wore black clothes and walked around like they owned the place.

"Huh?" One of them turned to look at her with a grunt. "Well, Callisto's announcing something. She finally got beat by someone, it seems. So probably a new leader. Just hope he's good enough, or is not worst than Callisto at the least. Though I do think he will be."

"Oh…" The girl nodded, and just in time, Callisto walked on top of the container they'd prepared, followed by a man covered in a black costume. His face wasn't visible, but he was scary… And menacing…

As soon as Callisto came into view, everyone quietened. Not because she got there or anything, but because she looked different. Too different. She was beautiful. She wasn't the ugly scarred bitch she used to be.

She was fucking hot! Her long hair flowed over the side of her shoulders. It was a deep black, almost like the void. Her eyes were a glittering blue. Her skin glowed and looked flawless. She was wearing some sort of tactical suit. It had red accents, which made her look more intimidating.

And then there was her body. She had abs and arms that would make even a gym rat jealous, but she held a feminine charm every girl would desire. And then the legs… Dear Lord, her legs…

They're some juicy legs.

The people started whispering amongst each other about her change in appearance while she just went ahead and said her part.

"I was defeated. Brutally. Then I was healed to my peak form by the same man. I will be stepping down as the leader."

Saying so, she went behind the man, looking at him expectedly. He turned his head towards her for a moment before turning back forward.

A soul-wrenching pressure descended on the people gathered there, and everyone took a sharp breath. Some even fell to their knees. Scratch that, most fell to their knees.

"I'm your new leader. That's it. Behave, follow orders, and don't even think about revolting. Do that, you'll have a happy life that's gonna improve from today onwards."

With those words, he turned away and left. Callisto just stood there for a few seconds before closing her mouth. She looked around at the people, probably wondering why they were still there.

She herself seemed confused. Their new leader didn't even tell his name, he said nothing but a few words. And yet, everyone was acting like they understood everything. The man had said everything he wanted It seemed.

After that, Callisto explained some things, and then, everyone dispersed.

Peter was in his room, waiting for Callisto.

When she returned, he started talking.

"Get the strongest men, or women, and start preparations. We're gonna take over the underworld. We need to get control over it. Get any information you can get on four people that I'm interested in. King Pin, Hammerhead, Viper, And any other crime lord you can find. We need them under us, or killed. I'll do it myself, just find me info."

Peter said all that quite slowly, not like he was in a hurry, so there was no need to speak fast. But Callisto did say something.

"May I ask why we're gonna take over? Won't it cause chaos even if we do?"

Peter stared at her, letting the silence stretch, and then stood up, getting near her before grabbing her chin aggressively.

"Because I want it. Because I've been thinking about this for a while. Because I'm sick of being treated like I'm weak. Because I won't ever let anyone treat me like shit again. Because this world needs a makeover. Because of so many things," Peter said.

Every villain needed his, let's say, objective. For instance, Thanos,' objective was to bring stability to the universe by wiping out half of all life at every level, as he believed its massive population would inevitably use up the universe's entire supply of resources and perish.

So Peter's villain persona, of course, needed an objective.

Which was giving the world a makeover.

"This world's come too far, Callisto. There's so much chaos. It will only rise due to the increase in powered individuals. My goal is to bring stability, to bring order. And today's government and the organized crimes they commit, wouldn't let that happen. I need to be in control of both sides. Call it tyranny, but I don't trust anyone's judgment but myself."

Then Peter grabbed her throat and choked her.

Callisto's eyes bulged a little, but she didn't struggle.

"And don't you dare 'ask' again," he growled at her face. "You don't get to ask. You don't get to choose. Obey is all you do. Understood, bitch?"

"Understood," Callisto replied through choking.

Peter released her.

"Now get out of my sight."

Callisto fell on the ground, heaving for air.

But Peter didn't even look at her. He just got out of his bed, and left the room.

Peter portal'd to his house, and transformed his suit into Spider-Man. Then he made disappeared and wore normal clothes.

He was going to school again.

Mostly because he wanted to progress things with Felicia.

Anyways, it was still evening, so Peter went ahead and portal'd to his research facility. He would work till morning.

He should probably get some trusted researchers… Peter rubbed his chin. Helen Cho… Hmmm… Let's get her eh? But that's for later, for now, he needed to work on something new and complete his Mark Zuckerberg.

So, Peter spent the whole night working on it, solving the problems he faced, and then he worked on some prototypes. Everything was working, it was perfect, it just needed an AI to run it as the current one was a placeholder and quite dumb.

In the end, Peter had a finished product, which he could call his Mark Zuckerberg.

He just needed an AI, which he was working on. He wouldn't ask for Tony's since the dude would put in something that'd lead him to Spider-Man or he would steal information. Peter didn't want that, so he used all the data available on AI to develop one.

It was hard, but not super hard. AI had already been developed, so it wasn't difficult. After all, Peter wasn't developing anything new.

Aside from that, Peter experimented around a bit, and decided that he'd use Electro's blood as a conductor to carry his main Arc Reactor's energy. He didn't have a lot of blood, but he could certainly make something that would work the same as the blood since he had the blood to base the research on.

He also worked on some designs of a robot that would be made to make more robots and do scientific research in Peter's stead specifically. Again, Peter needed an AI for it since he could direct it even when a distance away.

So that project was in the air as well.

In the end, Peter just opened a portal and stole (uploaded) J.A.R.V.I.S from Tony's house and did it so skillfully that not even a trace was left behind.

Then, he put it away since it would take some time to make and alter. It was already morning, and Peter wasn't in the mood to do it.

He would make an AI using J.A.R.V.I.S., Peter wasn't going to copy it down to the core.

And it was going to be a female. Of course, Peter needed an AI waifu. As they say, a man makes the best woman.

And there were two men at work here; Peter and J.A.R.V.I.S.

Peter made it to school after leaving his house very early.

He entered the classroom, and was greeted by several looks. He knew what they thought of him.

Gwen was glaring at him, Michele had an annoyed look, Ned was Ned, and the other students gave envious looks.

What happened?

The news got out. That's what happened. They knew he and Felicia were getting closer, too closer.

Wow. And look at Gwen, she seems really pissed.

Peter just hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid like date another man.

He would break the unfortunate fucker's nuts.

Peter wasn't going to let her date, he'd swat away any flies from the shadows if they dared to buzz.

Aside from his hypocrisy and general pettiness, the hours went by real quick.

Natasha did seem extra sus today, and when she dragged Michele to her office, Peter couldn't help but raise his eyebrow.

What was happening?

Well, not like it was his concern.

Peter ignored the shit out of them, and continued on working on the formulas he was secretly trying to do in his notebook.

It was for his research and all that, of course.

And just like that, it was time for the lunch break.

Just what Peter was waiting for.

Peter grinned, and stood up before going to the cafeteria. He wasn't planning on eating, but he wanted to talk with Felicia.

Felicia was sitting alone, so Peter sat down next to her without saying anything.

"Hey."

"Hello…" Felicia said, leaning forward on the table. "What's up, muscles."

"Oh, nothing much. I just came to see you. Thought of doing something," Peter said, and smiled.

"Ha ha," she laughed fakely. "You know, you are such a cliché, Peter Parker."

Peter raised an eyebrow, and leaned on his hands that were on the table.

"How so?"

"Hmhm," she hummed, narrowing her eyes. "Forget about it."

"Oh come on, tell me."

"Not telling, move on."

"Ugh," Peter grumbled, hitting the table gently.

Felicia giggled lightly, covering her lips.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"Like what?"

"Smiling and hitting the table like that."

"Uh huh. Well, it's nice, I guess."

"Nice? How's it nice"

"Hitting the table like that."

She made a face, "Come again?"

"I was just thinking how cute you can act sometimes."

"Oh come on!" She flipped him the middle finger.

"Yeah! I'm not lying!" Peter chuckled.

"Fine," Felicia sighed. "You win. But you have to admit I'm right."

"Fine," Peter admitted, a bit confused.

"Thank you! Ha ha ha!" Felicia laughed out loud for a bit.

"What are you right about again?" Peter asked.

Felicia leaned on both her hands, looking as if she were about to reveal some secret.

"What are we even talking about." She said.

"I don't know, some weird shit." Peter shrugged.

They kept talking for a bit, until the bell rang and they had to go back to their classes.

Before Felicia left, Peter made sure to say one thing.

"5 days from today, 6 pm."

She stopped, but didn't look back at him or say anything.

Then she exited the cafeteria.

Peter stood there like a dumb fish.

"Are you going to stand there all day?"

Peter turned around to see Natasha standing there, smirking at him.

Wow, that's a breach of her teacher persona.

Peter just sighed and walked past her.

He didn't forget to deliver a solid cheek slap though.

"Mind your own business. Oh, and you're breaking character."

Natasha stiffened in her place.

Well, Peter didn't; he wasn't going to risk it, especially just after slapping her ass.

Maybe it was stupid of him to say what he said about her breaking character. Scratch that, it was definitely dumb, but Peter could care no more.

He'd thought of it a lot.

Peter wasn't sure why he was scared of them. These motherfuckers were just a tutorial-level threat on marvel. And recently, he'd picked up the pace, so he didn't care even if they found out he was Spider-Man.

'Besides…'

The feeling of Natasha's butt was all worth it.

Peter chuckled.

Lord_Kismet: Wow, 100 chaps, crazy ?

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Chapter 101

101: Date With The Cat [01]

Peter walked into the house, changed his clothes, freshened up, and jumped on the couch, slumping down while sighing. He wasn't exhausted per se, but whatever.

Peter stood up, and opened a portal to his research facility. It was time to disappear from the world and work for the remaining days before finally going on a date with Felicia.

The first thing he did when entering the lab was looking at what had been done so far. A few things were still in progress; however, most of it was finished. Peter looked over each item one by one as if examining them like they would be graded.

Then, he looked away from them and simply turned his PC on. 'Let's finish the AI, shall we?'

He spent the next hours working on it, and later in the evening, made some time in his schedule to go spend time with May before coming and picking up work where he'd left it.

All in all, it took Peter two days to make the AI somewhat workable. It wasn't complete, far from it. But now that It could work, all the work was dumped on it. Self-learning was the AI's thing, not his. It'd improve itself.

Peter had made sure to add additional lines that it couldn't disobey in the slightest.

Never so anything significant without asking him. Never do anything against him or any human with his consent. Be his slave. And so much blah blah like that.

It didn't matter anyway because the only person who would ever have access to this AI would be himself. So no worries about anyone else getting their hands on it. Not even May or his lovers, now or in the future.

Yeah, a partial control, sure, but nothing even nearing full control. That'd be stupid.

So yeah. The AI worked. Now, he just needed to test it out.

Meaning, test how it'd do with all the self-learning. Peter input the internet and access to the libraries' data all around the world. Say, philosophical shit and all that.

He'd made sure it wouldn't turn out like the whole Ultron fiasco by giving it enough freedom to learn.

But there was a limit, obviously. If something went wrong, Peter would know immediately.

Anyway, the next thing he did was work on the arc reactor; now that he had the conductor and everything else, it didn't take long for the arc reactor to work.

Then he made a robot. A robot that the AI would control, it would make things for him since it'd be under the AI's control. Which meant less work for him.

Mark Zuckerberg would be able to self-replicate. So that was that.

It took him nearly all his time focused on all these things to make some progress. Peter really wished he could clone himself. But meh, that'd be too boring.

Only a day was left.

For his date with Felicia, of course.

After spending the rest of his night working, Peter woke up early to shower and get ready. He also wanted to check if his plans had gone through properly.

As expected, they had. The AI was learning, adapting, and growing. At an alarming rate no less. Peter had to repeatedly confirm that he'd really put restrictions on its behavior.

He had, so that was awesome.

Anyways, it seemed that he didn't have enough processing power, so he planned to buy a lot of stuff and make a supercomputer that could actually handle all this processing.

But all of that was for later.

He had a date tomorrow, 6 pm. With Felicia. And Peter would be damned if he didn't reserve some expensive shit and didn't prepare for the date to make it as memorable as possible.

So, he did just that.

He got home, and picked May up before beelining at a mall. To buy some expensive clothes, of course. Not just expensive, money didn't always have the best of things. He bought the things that suited him, and May was a big help with that.

They had lunch together, then went back home. Peter dropped her off, and went outside to finalize some documents.

Documents of the house he'd decided to buy, of course.

In the end, he hadn't been able to show it to Gwen, but oh well, she'd find out about it later anyway.

Oh, talking about Gwen; there had been a talk in town. Talk about a girl Spider. People were calling her a Spider-Girl.

Wow, that was news.

Peter chuckled.

Know her, he would bet all his money that she wanted to 'vent' a little after seeing him act so bastardy with another woman just a week or so after their breakup. And she found no other way to vent than beat up criminals.

How cute.

Well, this was kind of necessary for her as well, she'd learn to protect herself in the field since she couldn't rely on him to protect her all the time.

Peter did one thing after returning to his lab for the night.

He sent a Mark Zuckerberg-02 after her. It would monitor her from a distance, always, and notify him if she ever got in danger. Danger she couldn't handle.

This was a breach of privacy, but like Peter ever gave a shit about rules anyway.

Her safety came first.

Using his own blood, the spider that bit Gwen, and some other stuff, Peter had made it so that Mark Zuckerberg-02 wouldn't be detected by her spider-sense.

Peter checked his other stuff as well; his gaming company was going awesome, coming out with banger after banger. He wasn't doing the work anymore, of course. All Peter did was give ideas. Ned and another dude were in charge, and there were many employees working their asses of to make the games.

Of course, they got paid well.

Other than that, Peter had also hired a manager. She was competent enough, so there was no need for him to interfere much other than looking and signing. Of course, after reading carefully.

Peter was also thinking of going into the entertainment industry more, just for the fun, of course, he would make enough money without it anyway.

Anyways, Peter worked some more, and left for his date when the time came, of course, he made sure to get ready and tidy himself up for a date.

Felicia was waiting for Peter for a while now, ready and all that. He'd insisted she stays home. That he'll pick her up.

She didn't want that.

Even though she loved her mother, she was a bitch sometimes. In fact, most of the time.

But she knew that she was nice, and Peter would like her, so she agreed.

And that was why she was here right now. Waiting.

It was strange really… Why would he want to meet her mother? Couldn't it wait till to announce their relationship a bit more? Heck, they weren't even dating!

Peter arrived, though a bit late.

He was on a… He was on a fucking motorcycle.

No kidding. One of those damn expensive ones. Felicia had never seen one before. They were so rare that she'd only heard about them.

"Hey, Felicia." He smiles at her. "Thanks for waiting." He slapped the bike. "Had to finalize things for this bad boy."

He parked the bike and walked to Felicia.

"You're welcome, Peter," she smiled. "I know how busy you are, with your company and stuff, since you rarely come to school. They would've dumped your ass if you didn't have a big company stamp on your head. It increases their prestige. I have to say though, now that the topic came up, your company kinda came out of nowhere."

He gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I know right?" He said, "Wait here, I need to talk to your mom about something." Saying, he walked into her house.

Felicia, on the other hand, was left caressing her cheek.

… Did he just… kiss her?

She stood there, frozen in her spot, while Peter did whatever he'd come here for and then returned to her, grabbing her hand before guiding her to his bike.

"Ready?" He asked, smiling at her again.

Felicia smiled, grabbing him tightly by the waist as he grabbed the side of his bike.

"Yes," She said, placing her other hand on his chest. "Let us ride."

He nodded, putting his helmet on, then drove off.

Well, why not flex his money a bit now that he was a little rich? What would it even do gathering dust in his bank?

He took the same road he usually took, heading towards downtown, and then, right into the heart of New York City.

Felicia couldn't hide her smile. She felt like she was on a rollercoaster, and she was going to scream like hell.

The feeling was incredible.

Her eyes were closed as she held onto Peter tighter, squeezing him a bit.

They stopped a moment, and she opened her eyes slowly, watching the cityscape pass by them.

"So, where are we going?" She asked, breaking the silence. "I mean, I thought we were going to a restaurant or something…"

"We are, of course." Peter grinned, though it was a different matter she couldn't see it. "But before that, I'm gonna take you somewhere special."

"What do you mean?" Felicia asked, a little curious.

"Secret." He replied.

"Ah haaa!" Felicia laughed. "So, you don't trust me enough to tell me." She pinched him playfully.

Peter shook his head, not answering that question.

"Fine then, I'll just figure it out myself." Felicia pouted. "I'm not stupid."

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Chapter 102

102: Date With The Cat [02]

Felicia Hardy was not quite able to figure out what he had in store for her, and that irked her to no end.

Knowing about nothing made her really pissed.

She'd kind of succeeded in stealing Peter, and she'd scratched that constant itch of that as well. So, now there was nothing left other than progressing with this relationship.

Other than that, she'd tried to stop her mother from fighting for King Pins cases. That bastard's interest in her mother was increasing, she was winning him cases, after all. And Felicia was afraid her mother would pay the price the wrong way.

Getting a crime lord's attention wasn't always a good thing.

That's why she'd just gotten done with another fight with her mother.

It seemed like there were more of those than there ever had been before. It wasn't the first time they'd fought. But the thing that made it different this time was the fact that Felicia was actually really worried about her mother's well-being this time.

And that bitch of a mother wasn't listening to her. She was an arrogant woman, alright. Her mother was an arrogant woman. To think she wouldn't believe what her daughter was saying.

Even though Felicia hadn't specifically pointed out anything about King Pin, she'd left enough hints. Felicia didn't want to say it outright.

That'd only make her mother ask her even more questions. Such as: how she came to know of these things and whatnot.

Felicia didn't want to answer her mother about these things.

They were never that close, to begin with. Her mother was always busy with that so important work of hers, and her dad died. He was the only one that actually mattered to her.

She herself was busy with school and her nightly activities. Say, being the Back Cat wasn't easy.

"Hey," Peter's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "We're there. You can stop guessing now."

What? He thought she was guessing where he was taking her? How cute.

Felicia chuckled, "Fufu, I see. What place is it? Let me see-" Felicia stopped halfway as she moved a bit away from his back and looked at the place he'd brought her to.

It was a small café. A nice, quiet place that reminded her of home. Not her home. But a home she desired.

Quite, alone, and cozy.

A warm feeling spread through her as she saw the red door.

The smell of coffee filled the air. The sound of music playing softly in the distance.

There were two tables inside, both occupied by no one. The cafe was empty. Why? No one could have known this place existed right?

But then again, Peter knew about it.

How did he find it?

Did he rent this whole place out? No way, right?

Peter stood by the entrance to the café. There was a small bell above the door, and it rang when he pushed the button. There was a lot of stuff written in Chinese, she couldn't understand anything.

A young girl appeared from behind the counter. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail. She wore a white uniform.

She smiled brightly at them, "Welcome! Welcome!"

Her smile was very adorable.

Almost too much.

Peter guided Felicia inside like a gentleman.

They got inside, and then, he guided her behind the cafe. There was a beautiful garden, and there was a single plate in the middle of it. There was a dome of white clothes, covering the tables like an umbrella.

Well, she couldn't tell if it was a table or a bench.

Felicia gave him a questioning look, "Where are we?"

He grinned mischievously, "Oh, you'll see soon enough, I promise~"

Felicia smiled, "Alright."

Felicia looked up, and her eyes widened a little; the sky could be seen quite clearly. Where were they?!

Peter led her further down, and then they sat down on the table in the middle.

Now that she noticed, it was getting dark with every second. The sky was brightening up with stars. How? They shouldn't be able to see stars in New York?

As they settled, a row of people entered the place, and put several plates on the table, everything filled with dishes.

Felicia stared at the people, they appeared Asian… She was confused… What were Asians doing here?

Felicia looked at Peter, "What is this?"

"We're on a mountain right now, somewhere in China."

Felicia's jaw dropped.

"How did we get to China?!"

Peter looked at her as if she were dumb.

"What?" Felicia frowned.

"Well, let me tell you a secret of mine," Peter leaned forward, as if he were going to discuss some kind of conspiracy theory.

Felicia leaned forward as well.

What would he tell her?

"I trust you, so I'll say it," He whispered. "I have powers. I can open a portal to anywhere around the world."

Felicia's eyes widened.

W-why would he tell her that?

Was he dumb?

Of course, she knew what he was talking about since she'd seen him teleport with Jessica back when she was spying on them, but wasn't it dumb of him?

Why would he reveal something like this to her like this?

Wasn't he afraid of it getting out?

Did he… Does he trust her this much…?

Felicia couldn't help but feel happy about it.

This guy trusted her so much.

A warm feeling filled her stomach.

"So I opened a portal and drove through when you weren't looking." He smiled. "By the way, I forgot to tell you: you're looking absolutely gorgeous today."

Felicia blushed, embarrassed.

"Well, you don't look bad yourself, muscles."

"Hey," Peter said as he took a piece of food off the plate and tossed it over to her. "Eat that up. We've got a long day ahead of us." He stopped. "Or is it night?"

Needless to say, they had so much fun tonight. And when they were done eating, both gazed at the naked sky.

There were no clouds today, and the stars were shining so bright. They were almost blinding, making Felicia shut her eyes to relish in this amazing feeling.

Peter quickly pulled her in.

"Eh?" She asked.

"Close your eyes." He ordered.

Felicia closed her eyes, and felt something cool touch her lips.

"Mmph…" She tasted something sweet.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a milky-colored, but a little yellow-orange(?) substance.

"Hmm?" She turned to Peter. "Is that what I think it is?"

"You're right. This is milk tea." Peter replied.

"Milk tea?"

"Yes. It's a famous drink here in China."

Felicia was surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah, it's called Chai."

Peter took out a blanket from his [Inventory] in secret and then pulled Felicia to the open, lying the blanket down, both of them slumped on them.

Felicia looked around. The sky was dark blue, and the moon shone brightly, illuminating the ground.

Felicia stared at the stars, and felt a sense of nostalgia rise in her chest.

It was only natural, right? She'd been raised in a city, so she'd never really gotten to see the stars before.

"Stars," Peter whispered. "Aren't they wonderful? Just like you."

He held Felicia's hand, and she stared at the stars once more, her hands intertwining with his.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

Felicia shook her head. "No."

Peter smiled.

"Do you want to share my blanket?"

Felicia nodded.

He grinned.

Felicia felt her heart beating faster at his words. She'd wanted to kiss him many times already, but now was as good a time as any, no?

She leaned closer, staring at his lips.

Peter seemed to notice her intention. So, he gave her a raised eyebrow.

Felicia's heart thundered against her chest, her mind wandering off to her freshman years. The time when she got almost ràped by that bastard.

God, she couldn't forget that day, she remembered it like it happened yesterday.

She suddenly hesitated, and almost turned away.

But Peter didn't let her go since she'd come that far. His right hand grabbed her cheek, pulling her closer.

Felicia's heart pounded.

She felt Peter's breath on her lips before his soft lips touched hers.

Felicia closed her eyes, and felt her body trembling slightly.

His kiss was gentle.

Soft. Sweet.

It was like a feather brushing against her lips.

It was just the start of their first kiss.

Felicia's heart raced, and she pressed her face harder against Peter's neck, feeling his arms wrapped around her waist.

Their kisses became more intense, and Felicia moaned slightly.

Peter kissed her with all he had, pressing her up against the ground.

Felicia gasped for air as she felt Peter's tongue swirling around in her mouth, and she opened her mouth to allow him more access.

She felt him pull away, so she looked up at him.

"Let's…" he huffed. "Let's stop."

His face was flushed, and so was hers, she knew that much. She should be more of a mess than him.

"Y-yes," Felicia stuttered.

She sat up, and Peter's arm fell off her, letting her sit back.

They sat a bit away from each other, looking at the stars to hide their embarrassment, or so Felicia thought.

Instead, Peter leaned towards her, and their shoulders touched.

"What?" Felicia asked.

"Just curious," He replied.

"About what?" She asked.

"Well…" Peter paused. "If I'm not mistaken, you've never had sex before."

Felicia froze, and her face went hot.

"Ahaha, sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Felicia sighed. "Well…"

Maybe she could tell him about it…?

"I had a boyfriend… In my freshmen year…" Felicia started.

Peter listened intently, and he reached out to hold her hand.

"Well, we were together for a while, and then he decided that he could have sex. I didn't want that." Felicia continued. "And he… He tried to force himself on me. When I told him no, he hit me and left me bruised."

Peter knew this, of course, but he couldn't act like he did. So, he held her hand tighter.

"Something… happened. He wasn't able to do anything to me anymore after that, but I was scared out of my wits. I couldn't bring myself to date boys again." She whispered the last parts.

"I was… too afraid, I guess?" Felicia chuckled slightly. "I haven't had any relationships since then."

Peter frowned a little at that, "That sucks."

"Yeah, it does," Felicia replied. "I mean, I've had friends since then, but none of those lasted long. I kept thinking, 'what if he hits me again?' And I can't tell anyone about it, because I won't, under no circumstance, become just another statistic."

"I understand," Peter reassured. "I know how scary it can be."

Felicia smiled weakly, "I'm glad you understand."

She sat up straight, and they looked at each other. Her heart was beating hard again, and so was Peter's.

The two of them moved closer to each other, their lips coming together. They kissed passionately, their tongues swirled around each other.

Peter's hands roamed across her body, grabbing her butt cheeks.

Felicia moaned loudly, pushing herself into Peter's embrace.

She was kissing a man after so long. It felt… nice.

Peter groaned, and he pulled back a little. He stared at her beautiful face, her eyes shut tight, and her hair messy.

Her eyes fluttered open lightly.

"Wanna see something?" Peter asked her.

"Sure."

Peter waves his hand, and a golden magic circle appeared above them. It was suddenly so warm, and cozy. There was a small flickering light, and the ground below became as soft as a cushion.

Felicia lay on Peter's arm, and gazed at the lighting around her with cloudy eyes.

Peter lay next to her, and he kissed her neck gently.

Felicia shivered and whimpered softly.

Peter smiled slightly, and kissed her again. They kissed for a few minutes until they finally broke apart.

"We should definitely stop."

"Yes."

They gazed at the stars for a while before falling asleep.

Gwen… ?