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Chapter 13: Assembling the Teams Part One

“Oh Hell Yeah!”
The night air smelled of stale sweat and possibly spilled beer but none of that was on anyone's mind. What was more prominent was that air was currently being filled with the rhythmic sounds of flesh smacking against flesh as a woman straddled a man to the ground.
The man had tried to mug someone in this alley and when she had stepped in to stop him, the victim had run off at the first chance he got. Most likely calling the cops at the moment from a safe distance.
“So who's the pussy now?” Mary Jane said after she finished her work. The man was on the ground hog tied by his own belt. It wasn’t easy as you would think but she was able to overpower him enough to do it.
“You bitch,” The man yelled at her. “I think you broke my nose!” The bloodied face from her punch might have done just that but after that hit he hadn’t been in any shape to fight back as she threw him to the ground and quickly restrained him.
Standing up, Mary Jane looked at the would-be mugger still on the ground struggling but the belt was clearly made from good leather and looked like it would hold. “I'd say you're a complete disappointment to the male side of the human race but you're more gutter trash than a man.”
“Fuck you!”
After saying that, Mary Jane rammed her heel down on the small of his back. “None of that, just sit there and wait for the cops.” Mary Jane said before taking off after she started to hear police siren in the distance coming in her direction. With her new found strength and claws she was able to climb up the side of the building easily.
Once she was out of sight, Mary Jane watched as the police officer came to the scene of the beaten mugger and assessed the situation.
“What'd you think, Murphy? Spider-Man or that hot chick Tigra?” One police offer said to his partner while letting out a whistle when he got a clear view of the struggling mugger.
“Hmm....my money's on Tigra, Jason. Usually when Spider-Man takes out a punk, they're usually hanging from the street lights or telephone poles, all covered in webs. Tigra tends to take out the punks in this fashion.”
“Yeah, that's a cryin' shame.” Jason said he went down to put the cuffs on the guy who was still trying to struggle.
“Got to admit kind of funny to be tied up with your own belt.” Murphy said while taking a close look. “Still, he got off lucky compared to that one guy she took down. Remember that call from Dispatch to the park?”
“Oh yeah, I remember him. Guy tried to rape a girl and Tigra stopped him before he could start. Think he'll ever be able to use a bathroom normally again let alone walk?”
Murphy let out a chuckle while shaking his head in response. “Not sure she kicked him a few times in the crotch. Bastard was limping even still when he was booked.”
Both cops laughed when Murphy and his partner hauled the man to his feet now cuffed as they started to lead him over to the squad car.
Mary Jane Watson watched from the shadows above them and listened a little longer before she began making her way back home.
It had been over a week since Mary Jane started going out on patrol as the new superhero on the block Tigra. Ever since that first night when she wanted to see what she could do in her tiger form and had stopped that mugging of those three girls, Mary Jane had been doing what Peter had been doing with his abilities.
The main difference, aside from their abilities were based on, was that that Mary Jane hadn't told Peter she was going out on patrols. In fact, she hadn't told him about her new abilities at all.
Mary Jane had thought about telling him and the other girls since Jessica had abilities as well but decided against it. Maybe it was payback for the time Peter was going out as Spider-Man and not telling her. Or maybe Peter, not to mention her own parents, would freak out after learning she was a mutant.
Then again, Mary Jane didn't think she was a mutant because it didn't feel natural in this form. Sure she felt better than she had ever felt in her life before, like the world was her prey and she was on the hunt, but Mary Jane couldn't quite shake the feeling that it was just slightly different. Like it was her but not her at the same time.
That thought when it entered into her mind made Mary Jane stop in her tracks on a nearby rooftop. There was enough streetlight that allowed Mary Jane to get a good look at herself.
Mary Jane Watson had never been one to be concerned with looks but that definitely changed when her skin was covered with orange fur and black stripes that were definitely similar to a tiger's look. Especially with a tail that at times seemed to have its own mind.
It seemed like it every time she had to get her tail to slip through the hole in the back of her very revealing black shorts and it didn't want to.
Her body tone was definitely more athletic, her muscle tone was clearly visible with her orange fur. She wasn't bulky like some women bodybuilders but Mary Jane knew she was easily stronger than most if not all those types of women in the world. But one thing Mary Jane noticed was that her bust size definitely increased when she transformed. It made the top she wore stretch to the point where Mary Jane had to modify the top to show off the area between her breasts which made the black top far more revealing. Of course her eyes were cat-like but Mary Jane swore her green eyes were never that intensely green before.
Her hair also seemed redder and longer as well whenever she changed forms along with her ear becoming a little more pointer. Mary Jane was curious why her ears didn't become more cat-like like the rest of her had become but she pushed that question to the side after awhile.
One thing she noticed about herself quickly after she transformed was that not only did her fingernails grew an inch longer and were practically as sharp as a razor blade but her toenails did so as well. That was the main reason why she wasn't wearing any kind of footwear. She had tried once with some black boots that would have gone great with the rest of her 'outfit' but her razor toenails cut right through the material as if the leather was paper instead.
All in all, Mary Jane believed that how she looked now compared to what she looked like as a typical teenager, this was a change for the absolute better.
On a spur of the moment feeling, Mary Jane got to her hands and took a pose that was clearly feline like.
“I am one bad-ass sex kitten.” Mary Jane said quietly to herself. She also noticed that she was making a light purring noise while admiring herself.
Mary Jane's admiration of herself came to a quick halt when she heard someone screaming for help. She turned her head in the direction of the cry for help and saw a woman being chased by what looked like a biker gang. Three at least and judging from the sounds of excitement they were making as they chased the woman, they had something nasty planned for their target.
The feline heroine didn't need any more motivation to stop the crime in progress. But knowing what kind of crime it was going to be, that just added fuel to the fire of her determination.
This was made very clear when Mary Jane's tail whipped around a bit until it struck against the ground. Mary Jane didn't need to see that her tail had actually made a mark against the rooftop's surface. She had learned earlier on how strong her tail actually was when she tried to see if she could pick up a brick with it once. She not only picked it up but crushed it as if she was crushing an empty pop can in her hand.
It made her wonder if tiger tails were actually that strong in real life or if her entire body was much stronger than she currently thought.
But her current thought was to take down the punks and remind them to fear her if they didn't fear the police.
Twenty minutes and three heavily beaten and bloodied biker punks later, Mary Jane returned home and snuck back into her bedroom. After discarding her clothes and transforming back to her original self, Mary Jane got back into her bed as quietly as she could. She didn't really cared if she woke up her father since it was more than likely he was 'working late' again. But having to explain to her mother why she was sneaking back into her room this late at night, that was something Mary Jane wanted to avoid more.
That and she didn't really want her mother to know she had been sleeping naked as of late. For some reason or another, Mary Jane hadn't really wore anything to bed for that last week. Maybe it was because she slept better in the nude or just in case Peter was feeling a little frisky himself at the end of his patrol. Sure it wasn't something that happened regularly, with Peter sneaking into her room and giving her a good solid fuck, but she hoped it would become so soon.
Either way, it was now part of her sleep routine.
While Mary Jane slept in her own bed, Peter Parker was taking comfort in a bed as well. Just not his own.
It had been a week since Aunt May had told him that Gwen was going to be living with them for as long as they all wanted. Peter had no problem with it, well no official problem with it. Finding out that after her father had died in the line of duty, Gwen's own mother basically told Aunt May that she wasn't going to take care of her own daughter anymore. It could've been the stress of losing your husband that made her say such things but Gwen had told Peter before that her mother had basically become a self-entitled bitch who hated the people life had given her. It made sense that with no other real family, Gwen should stay with them for they were now her new family.
And that was where the problem stemmed from.
Gwen was definitely a hot looking blonde and her overall personality definitely made her even hotter since she wasn't your stereotypical blonde. That was Peter's point of view of the teenager. In a way, Peter did see Gwen as a sister now that she was living with them full time.
But because of that point of view, Peter had a hard time restraining himself whenever he was around Gwen. It didn't help matters that there was this one time a couple of days ago where Peter accidentally walked in on Gwen when she was in the bathroom. She either assumed Peter wasn't up yet or had already used the bathroom but Gwen was in nothing but her panties while brushing her teeth when he walked in.
The sight of her almost nude body was easily more than enough for his body to respond in probably the worst possible way. Especially since the boxers he usually wore to bed were rather loose and did nothing to hide the fact he had one hell of an erection. Gwen had a clear view of it but didn't say anything except have a slight red blush on her face. She had forgotten to lock the door not used to living with other people and her father hadn’t been around much in the mornings.
To say the rest of that day was tense between the two of them would qualify as understatement of the month if not the year.
Because of that tension, which was still growing with each passing day, Peter had to find release before he did something he knew he would regret immediately after.
That was where Liz Allen came in, so to speak.
With her mother working late nights, Peter would sneak over to Liz's house and relieve himself from all the tension in his own home. Keeping such tension out of view with Aunt May was difficult enough at times. Especially when she had told the two of them no 'hanky panky' when she's not around. Peter knew that Aunt May wasn't a fool and was well aware of what could happen between two teenagers who weren't related sleeping in the same house hold.
And besides, Peter wasn't going to start banging Gwen on a whim. Especially when it was clear she was still working through some issue of having recently lost the only parent that truly cared for her.
None of those thoughts, however, were anywhere near Peter's mind. The only thought he had was to keep doing what he was doing to Liz for as long as he could hold out. Hell, Peter was so in need of a release that he didn't even bother waiting for Liz to wake up after he had snuck into her room.
Liz was wearing only panties and a see-through babydoll shirt when she went to bed. He quickly undressed putting his clothing on the floor as he got onto the bed looking down at her. He couldn’t stop himself he had felt so horny and he needed release so desperately that his hands grabbed her top and with his super strength quickly ripped it open.
Liz woke to a start at the action a moment of confusion in the dark as she saw someone over her grabbing her panties and now ripping them apart. She was about to cry out before she could see that it was Peter. He had visited her a few times in the middle of the night, it was why she wore such things to bed just in case he visited her. Although not with the ruined garments she started to think that maybe she should sleep in the nude. Now, both the panties and the shirt were torn apart with the pieces all over the bedroom floor.
Peter had started with sucking on Liz's ample tits after ripping her shirt off she only moaned as she felt his mouth on the sensitive flesh. She ran her hands through his hair as he soon started to kiss down her body eventually reaching her groin as his mouth eagerly started to eat her out.
Liz's entire body responded to Peter's actions, both with his mouth and tongue against her vagina. Peter was on his knees in a sitting position with Liz's lower half raised in the air. His lips were essentially locked with Liz's nether lips and he was somehow tugging on them with his tongue going in as deep as it could, swirling around inside. Liz had a death-grip on her bed sheets all the while loudly moaning from the intense feeling she was receiving. Her legs did react at first but now were just hanging on Peter's shoulders, limp and swaying back and forth because of Peter tugging on Liz's pussy with his mouth.
The sexual assault on her pussy eventually became too much for Liz. When she reached her limit, Liz felt her entire body simply explode with her scream being the only sound of that explosion.
For his part, Peter kept his mouth where it was and drank in all of Liz's sexual release. She had cum so much that Peter had to swallow rather heavily to take it all in.
However, when he had what he felt was the last mouthful to come out of Liz, Peter repositions himself so he was now laying on top of Liz. The girl herself was panting heavily, slowly coming down from the cloud 9 Peter had sent her to. Her vision and most of her other senses were blurry at the moment so Liz didn't notice that Peter was now right on top of her until she felt his mouth press against hers.
What she thought was going to be some post-coital kiss quickly became something else when she felt something enter into her mouth and it wasn't Peter's tongue.
Peter wasn't really forcing Liz's love nectar down her throat but he was implying that the girl should start drinking it in. Eventually Liz complied and started swallowing her own release. Once she finished, Peter broke the 'kiss' and moved his face away so both could see the other's face more clearly.
“What was that for?” Liz asked, still trying to catch her breath.
“You know. To share in the spoils.” Peter replied before moving in closer and licking what was left from her release from the sides of Liz's mouth. “Besides, I bet you wonder what a woman tastes like, especially your own taste.”
Liz's blush couldn't be seen in the night light but Peter could still tell that he was right. Again, they shared a deep kiss while Peter took Liz's hands into his own. Having done so enough time before, Peter was able to align his cock with Liz's dripping wet pussy and enter into her with little effort.
Liz groaned into the kiss but didn't break it. They had sex several times before but it always felt like the first time with Peter since her love tunnel had to adjust to his missile shaft each time. Usually, Peter allowed Liz time to adjust but Peter went right into the strongest thrusts he could do that didn't leave Liz in pain but pleasure.
The entire room filled with sounds of Peter's grunts with each thrust and Liz's loud moans before becoming full on screams of pleasure. Even the bed itself made creaking noises until sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall overcame the first sound.
Liz's arms were outstretched and pinned by Peter's hands, her legs still limp but moving back and forth in sync with Peter's thrusts. Liz's screams of pleasure slowly died down because of her inability to take in deep enough breaths. It was essentially because Peter was now ramming into her with so much force that he was practically knocking the air the right out of her.
This continued on for about a minute before Peter reached his limit and fired a huge load of his cum right into Liz's waiting womb. Liz's eyes rolled right up into her head while she let out a silent scream at the same time. When Peter finished releasing his payload, he sat up as best as he could which was surprisingly difficult.
It seemed that Liz had yet to let go of him which was surprising since Peter figured Liz didn't have the strength at the moment. At least not down there.
“Oh? Don't want the fun to end just yet, huh?” Peter said mostly out loud.
Peter had an idle thought that maybe he was actually starting to get bigger in that department and even with all the juices inside of Liz, he pretty much was a square stuck inside a circle.
Seeing that Liz was still trying to catch her breath, Peter reached down and lifted her up so both of them were face to face. Even in the light of the night, Peter could see the glazed over eyes of Liz. She was clearly even higher than cloud 9 at the moment and was coming down like a feather in the air.
This was as good a time as any for Peter to enact on the other reason why he had come to visit Liz Allen.
The blonde teenager was dimly aware that Peter's face was right in front of hers. But she did become more aware when she felt something rather sharp on the right side of her neck area and a familiar feeling of fire entering into her. Peter hadn't used any of his venom recently so he figured he had a full amount at his disposal. It took a little effort on his part but Peter finally mastered the ability to control the flow his venom. Right now, he wasn't just forcing his venom into Liz but letting it flow into her at its own pace.
Peter felt he had a solid hold on Liz's upper body by where his fangs were on the girl's neck. He had his hands move downward so he had a complete hold on Liz's tones ass. He still had plenty of tension left, probably too much for Liz to handle but it didn't mattered to him once he started making the girl's hips move back and forth at a pace he controlled.
Liz's head was hanging back, acting as limp as the rest of her for Peter was now pleasuring her at his own pace. If it wasn't for the slight sporadic sounds of moans and grunts, Liz might've been completely out cold this entire time.
Though Peter was letting himself go at the moment, his mind did wander back to when he came across this idea and the conversation he had with the girls that sparked it.
-Flashback to Yesterday-
After Peter's dealing with the fake Spider-Man and his conversation with Nick Fury, he felt it prudent to have another confab with the girls. They all gathered at the Baumgartner's apartment where Peter told them everything he had learned from Fury. It didn't take long and once he was finished, some of the reactions he got he expected. Some of the others, not so much.
“So, the fucking Top Cop of the fucking free World knows who you are?” Lana asked, again with one hand powering up.
“Yeah. He flat out said my whole name as-a-matter-of-factly. Like he knew me from the day I was born. That being known, it might also mean he has surveillance equipment at my home.”
Lana was going to say something in response to that but stopped herself when she realized something else. Something that was a bit more embarrassing.
“Wait, if this prick has surveillance gear at your house, that means he watched all of us having a fucking orgy with you.”
The realization dawn on the rest of the girls, more so for Jessica since she remembered the conversation they had before the sex. Specifically what she had said about Norman Osborn.
Peter had counted on that and knew it would come up since it also meant another thing. “You don't get to be the head of an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. for nothing. Considering what he told me and what he hinted at, I think we would all be fools at even thinking the man isn't watching us.”
“Even now?” Lori asked while looking around the room to see where a surveillance bug might be placed.
Peter only nodded which made the other girls highly suspicious of the room that they are in. Even Lana looked like she was prepared to blast the whole place on the off chance of destroying all the bugs that were stealthily placed.
“Everyone calm down.” Peter said several times until the girls got a hold of themselves better. “There's a lot of things that we don't clearly know but the things we do know are important. We know that Nick Fury knows who we are and more than likely knows what we all can do. We also know that right now he doesn't consider us a threat because if he did, I'm fairly sure we wouldn't be here discussing it.”
“Yeah, a guy like him probably could cause a big enough explosion and yet leave enough evidence behind to make it look like the hot water heater did it.” Liz said to the others which was first greeted with skepticism but then agreement from the others.
“Well, I wanna know is how we are not a threat?” Lori asked which specifically meant her and her daughter who was in total agreement. “I know we're not some super criminals that he's probably used to dealing with but we were definitely more than the local police could handle.”
“I think 'were' is the key word there, Lori.” Mary Jane said which everyone focused their attention on. “Had you continued, Nick Fury might've intervened in some fashion. Might've sent Captain America or Iron Man at least after you if you had done more than robbed banks.”
That sentence created a defeating silence in the room. No one could argue with the fact that Nick had only just act after Police Captain George Stacy was killed by the fake Spider-Man. And despite the fact that the imposter confessed to all the robberies and the murder of the police officer, the current opinion of Spider-Man wasn't all the better. In fact, it had actually gotten worse two days after since most of the public didn't believe the robber's confession.
The girls knew what it meant for Peter. Most of them only looked away since they had an idea what his thoughts were about it.
The silence became a little too much for them but Jessica was the first to break it.
“Does this mean, now more than before, that starting our own team is important?”
Peter looked at Jessica and then looked at the other girls with a level of resolve almost none of them had ever seen before.
“The world is changing. Every day there are more people appearing out there who think they are better than anyone else. Taking what they want and caring nothing for the rest of the world.”
Peter knew that his words would strike harder for Lori and Lana but it was something had to be said.
“And they don't have to have physical powers. When I came face to face with Wilson Fisk, the impression I got from that wide load of fat was that he didn't care what he did to people. Not one freaking bit! He was on top and the rest of the world was for him to stomp flat with his fat foot. And people aspire to be like him!”
Peter didn't want to but he reflexively slammed his hand the armrests of the chair he was sitting it. His spider-strength practically broke it off from that one hit which made the girls momentarily afraid for Peter. Not of him since they all heard how close he had come to killing a man that they all agreed didn't deserve to live for what he had done but because of how close Peter almost become to being just like that man or worse.
“The police are supposed to stop people like him but they either can't or don't because of the power connections he's got through his criminal empire. And Nick Fury could easily stop him as well but the fact that he doesn't shows me that they share some kind of underground connection. Partners in crime at one point or another.”
All the girls nodded in agreement at that statement. It was possible there was some kind of deal between them, similar to the Witness Protection Program. Either side did a favor for the other in exchange for something else. Something the other could use later on. Everyone there got the feeling that in Peter's view, those that deal with criminals instead of persecuting them tended to be no better than the criminals themselves.
However, two of the girls who understood that thought couldn't help but ask the obvious question,
“Does that make us the same as them?” Lana asked which surprised everyone since she didn't use one curse word.
Peter looked at Lori and Lana and gave them a smile that was clearly genuine. “The mistakes you guys made is nothing compared to the sin I committed.”
The confusion on their face was clear but quickly disappeared when Peter recounted the events that led to his decision to becoming Spider-Man.
Peter knew that he was telling a lot of information about himself openly. There was no doubt in his mind Nick Fury was learning this part of him as well but Peter had already made his decision about the man, if and when Nick becomes a threat but until then, Peter would leave the man alone. Taking on Wilson Fisk had consequences that Peter wasn't aware of at the time so he wasn't about to make the same mistakes with Nick.
It didn't really justify Peter's act of taking Janet Van Dyne. But it at least meant there was a positive spin on it now that Peter could give to the girls.
When Peter finished telling the girls that part of his personal history, he waited for them to process what they've been told.
Mary Jane, Liz and Jessica could see one point of view as to why in regards to Peter being Spider-Man. Lana and Lori understood from the other point of view.
“So, you took us because you feared we might causing someone else's pain or death. You had your chance to stop us and you blew it before you blew us.” Lana said before closing her eyes and lowering her head. “Hmm, as fucked up as it was, all of it, I guess it does make a kind of fucked up sense now.”
“My daughter's language aside, I agree with her on that.” Lori said while placing a hand on her daughter's hand and gave it a light squeeze of reassurance. “As wild as we were being the Bombshells, we didn't really considering the consequences all that much of our actions.”
“Yeah. The big score is what we were after and I remember we didn't care one bit what would happen once we sold your mug shot to the highest bidder.” Lana said and quickly got a look of both utter disbelief and accusations directed right towards her. “Well we fucking didn't do it. For fuck sake's! You bitches think we would actually turn on the one who we let fuck us into orgasmic comas. Even now after the fucking fact we've seen each other fucking naked and have fucked each other? Well, fuck you too!”
Lori put a hand on her daughter's shoulder to keep her from either fulfilling a threat or just engaging in a repeat performance. Not that mother or the daughter would mind right now but there would a time for it later.
“Anyways....” Lori said after getting to calm her daughter down again. “What's the plan?”
Curious on what Lori had meant by that, the older woman clarified herself. “We now know we're being monitored by an organization that could easily eliminate us if they wanted to. They deal with threats and we don't currently qualify as one at the moment. I say it's time we start acting like the team you want us to be. Right, Peter?”
Peter smiled and the conversation shifted over to what Peter had been hoping for when he gather the girls.
The creation of the team of heroes that Lana said should be called The Thunderbolts. There were other names that the team could be called but Peter said that the team name wasn't important until the team was needed. For now, Peter wanted to focus on the members first. He said he didn't want people to make the connection of Lori and Lana being the Bombshells.
On the surface, Peter was glad things were falling into the places she wanted. However, Peter was also worried about the obvious conflicts that were going to happen because of the girls' personalities. He didn't want them to be mindless slaves of any kind but some manner of control had to be established.
If anything, to make the girls more compliant to where bickering didn't happen so much between them.
-Present-
Back to the present, Peter was testing one of his theories about his venom on Liz. Still steadily giving her his venom, Peter continued to have fun on the side by using Liz's lower half to please him and ease the rest of the tension he had left.
With his tight grip on Liz's ass cheeks, Peter wasn't aware he was going to be leaving some visible marks until later. Now was when he wanted to achieve release and soon. Peter sped up the motions he was making Liz's lower half do almost as fast he was doing when he was on top of her.
Peter didn't intend to but at the same time he reached his climax, he ended up forcing the rest of his venom into Liz. Liz reacted when her inner walls became coated again with Peter's sperm but she couldn't yell because she honestly didn't have enough air left in her lungs to do so.
While Peter felt the tension leave his body and the rather euphoric feeling replacing it, he felt something else that seemed out of place. Peter felt like his body was next to something incredibly hot. Nothing that was burning him hot but more than what he would have expected in his situation.
Peter might've had a clue to this feeling he had being more real than imaginary as he chalked it up to be if he had done one thing. Had Peter looked into Liz's eyes at that moment, he would have seen her blues momentarily change colors. From a normal blue colored iris to completely yellow and the fiery red before changing back to her original color.
When finished with both, his release and venom injection, Peter laid Liz back down gently on the bed. Though he was finally spent, Peter almost went one more round with Liz. He became aroused again when he tried to pull out of Liz but for some reason, again, he had trouble doing so.
“Wow. You might make one think that this is what they mean by connected at the hip.” Peter said to Liz, not really sure if she heard it or not.
It took some effort, surprisingly, but Peter did remove his cock from Liz's overloaded vagina. It also became clear as to how overloaded it was from the waterfall like effect that happened right after Peter's cock was removed. Liz's pussy simply poured out both her own juices and Peter's semen. It didn't take long before a huge wet spot on formed on Liz's bed.
“Huh. Guess I wasn't the only one in need of some release.” Peter said out loud to himself.
It was clear that Liz was completely out cold. Even if she wasn't Peter was sure whatever strength she had left wouldn't be able to move an eyelid. Not that she needed to since it seemed to Peter that Liz's eyes were rolled back up into her head.
“Well, fun time's over. Gotta get back home before someone notices I'm gone.”
Peter gathered his things up and placed the remnants of Liz's night wear off to the side so no one could see, specifically Liz's mother. It be one thing to walk in on her daughter in bed naked. But to see torn clothing on the floor would easily invite a scenario that would have a lot of uneasy questions needing to be answered. Peter also changed some of the bed sheets. It wasn't like the sheets were filthy but Peter didn't want Liz to sleep in such a manner.
By the time Peter had roughly changed the bed sheets and placed Liz back onto the bed, Liz's mother had just pulled into the house's driveway. Fortunately for Peter, the woman's attention wasn't anywhere near the rooftop of the house.
Lately, Peter felt like he was some kind ninja the way he had been sneaking into the girls' house from time to time. Sneaking into a closed area without being seen, taking the prize that's inside or confronting the target and completing the task and leaving without a trace like shadow.
Bit of a stretch but spiders were seen in parts of the world as nature's personal ninja. And besides, Peter didn't know of any kind of ninja that did what he did. Maybe that series he found on the internet called La Blue Girl but that centered on a girl ninja and tentacle monsters.
Peter did wonder if it was true in what that series portrayed, women begging to be screwed by monsters and the like and enjoying it when it didn't seem physically possible.
And it all essentially stemmed from an old Japanese story called “The Dream Of The Fisherman's Wife.” After reading up on that story, Peter wondered how it got to be what it was in current popular culture. It was an idle thought that which Peter believed kind of followed the same lines an idea when it came to him getting spider-abilities.
A 'what if' scenario that actually was allowed to unfold.
Peter even had a momentary thought of what it would be like for the girls of he could do some of the things he saw in those Japanese mangas and videos. But that thought was quickly crushed since no spider had tentacles of any kind anyways. Plus things were crazy enough as they were right now even with the benefits Peter was getting in his relationships.
Making his way back to his home in the dead of night was simple for Peter. He figured that at this rate he would able to walk the route blindfolded. Maybe even use it as practice to see how well attuned his spider-sense was to the world. It warned him of danger, that Peter knew without a doubt. Maybe he could train it like he did with his venom to greater extents.
That whole idea made Peter wonder if he was using all of his abilities. There had been some work in the field of Arachnology about hidden abilities of spiders. Well, not hidden but previously undiscovered such as a recently discovered and rare Hawaiian spider that can hunt in complete darkness for it has no eyes whatsoever. Even spiders that were able to tread on water as if they were still on land.
Peter laughed when the thought that the myth behind Jesus Christ and being able to walk on water was because he was part spider.
After he got back to his home and sneaked back into his bedroom through the window, Peter was giving a rather startling surprise by someone sitting on his bed, someone that was clearly waiting for him.
“Ya know...sooner or later...someone's going to be waiting here for you and you'll have one Hell of an explanation to give.” Jessica Drew said while she lay on Peter's bed almost as if it was her's. “Add the fact that you've got someone like Gwen Stacy here who hates Spider-Man, I'm sure that won't end well if she finds you like this.”
Peter was definitely curious why Jessica Drew was in his room at this time of night. It was established that for the time being that she was going to be with the Baumgartners. This was because they had all agreed that there was no doubt that Norman Osborn knew who she was and if he hadn't made a move to recapture her by now then he was up to something which they all agreed wasn't a good thing. In retrospect, Peter believed he was right in having Jessica stay where she was.
But with Nick Fury in the picture, Peter was starting to wonder what he should do. The man didn't mention anything about the other girls but there was no doubt that he did know about them, something that clearly reinforced Peter's belief that Nick might be no different than Norman in some aspects.
However, those thoughts were placed to the side as Peter watched Jessica get up from his bed. The main reason why his attention was now fully on Jessica because he was able to see that instead of her usual attire of a leather jacket and pants, she was wearing something completely different.
Jessica Drew was now wearing a fully body red spandex outfit that was similar to Peter's Spider-Man outfit but it had distinct differences as well. Around her hands, feet and just above her chest that connected like a triangle to her abdomen were patches of yellow. It was hard to see in the night light but Peter was able to tell the color scheme was definitely red and yellow. It had black lines which separated the where the red and yellow colors were but it also help amplify where Jessica's very ample bust was. Peter had seen the girl naked on several occasions but it seemed this new outfit, even in this light, managed to increase her bust to another cup size.
That made Peter wondered if Jessica was wearing a wonder bra since he was of the personal opinion that her curvaceous body didn't need any piece of clothing for increased appearances. Peter focused his eyes but wasn't entirely sure that Jessica was wearing any bra or panties.
Bringing his logical mind back to the present, Peter noticed something right away that came from Jessica's new outfit. Jessica saw Peter's gaze and realized what he was looking at now. She smile since once she told Peter the reasoning behind this particularly part of her outfit, Peter would definitely be surprised at her ingenuity.
“I think it’s best if we talk about my costume elsewhere. Don't want Gwen or Aunt May to wake up and walk in on us, do we?” Jessica sent a wink to Peter before she made her way down to the basement.
Peter caught the wink and wondered if he actually had enough strength for the coming situation. Peter did treat Liz with some restraint when they had sex but Jessica was easily as strong as he was. He wasn't about to deny Jessica but he was wondering if he could last as long as she could.
Once downstairs and the basement light was on, Peter finally got a better look at Jessica Drew in her costume. He was right about the color scheme as well as how tightly the material clung to her frame. Jessica completed the costume by showing that she had a mask that covered most of her face but not her mouth area. It also allowed her shoulder length black hair to flow freely. The mask's eye were the same as Peter's mask but Jessica's mask had a yellow triangle that seemed to focus your attention to the eyes much like the triangle pattern on her chest focused your attention to her chest.
But when Jessica raised her arms from her sides. Peter was definitely confused at what he saw. Again Jessica figured what's currently on Peter's mind about her costume.
“I got this idea from some online research about spiders. How they are able to use wind currents to move at great distances without traveling along the ground so much.”
“Yeah, I know about that too. But don't those spiders use weblines for such maneuvers?” Peter said while walking up to Jessica and examining the web wings on the sides.
“They do which is why I modified this flying suit. I can't fly straight out but I am able to glide with surprising ease.”
Jessica told Peter that this was something that she had been thinking about when she agreed to be part of this new team of his. Because of both her enhanced agility and strength, Jessica was able to glide for some extended periods of time. The furthest that Jessica could glide with relative ease was about 6 city blocks but that was only from significant heights. Upon hearing that, Peter had to ask the question about when and where Jessica did all of this.
Just as Jessica was about to reply, Peter noticed a glimpse of sadness in her features before it disappeared. Peter had seen something similar to that. When his aunt lost her husband and he would walk in on her without her noticing.
“Since I haven't been able to go back to school or home, I had to do something or else I was going to go stir crazy at the Baumgartners's place. Using some of the money they had on hand....” Jessica saw Peter's disapproving look even though it only appeared for a second. A clear idea what Peter thought about Jessica using stolen money but continued on regardless. “I went online and found a website that sold this kind of flight suit for people who wanted to do BASE jumping. I got the suit real quick and made the modifications to it in about two days. I just finished its trial runs yesterday.”
Peter was amazed in that Jessica came up with this idea. She was as strong as Peter was and it was theoretically possible that the flight suit could allow enough lift to glide in the air at least. But that only meant if she had tried it out some considerable altitudes.
“Where exactly did you try this suit out?” Peter knew the area of Queens pretty well. Having swung in and out of the city, he pretty much knew where the tallest structures were that allowed him for the best possible vantage points in the current area.
None of which was bigger than an eight stories building.
Jessica had a bit of a nervous smile before she replied. “In the city, around the taller skyscrapers.”
“Out there? But you don't have any web shooters so how did you manage to get there and back? I doubt you simply wore the costume on the subway and hoped that no one thought you were some easy target.”
“Don't you know, Peter? Just tell a cab drive you're going to a costume party in the city and they don't ask any more questions. But they do expect a bigger tip.”
Peter dropped his head after remembering that fact about the New York cab drivers. Those that didn't really have a personality of an escaped mental patient didn't work in the city itself. Peter remembered one time he took a cab in the city where the driver openly stated he was a Satan worshipper. That drive back home was one of the more interesting ones.
Back to the present, Peter asked Jessica why she never told him about this until now.
“Well, that's one of the reasons I came to see you tonight.” Jessica removed her mask so Peter could clearly see her face. Jessica wanted Peter to know where her feelings were at the moment. “I walked past my home a while back.”
Peter saw the sadness appear on Jessica's face and already knew what this conversation was going to be about. Not wanting to voice his opinion at the moment, Peter let Jessica continue.
“I...I just wore normal clothing and was walking past the front of the house when I bumped into my mother. I didn't realize she was there and she didn't see me. When she looked at me, I...I...” Jessica looked like she was trying to force herself to say something but it was difficult for her. “My mother didn't recognize me.”
Peter couldn't help but show his confusion at that part. Peter remembered the first time he saw Jessica after she had been altered by Norman and his OZ serum. Of course there was some changes aside from the obvious but Peter found it rather hard to believe Jessica's own mother couldn't recognize her own daughter.
“How could she not recognize you?”
“I don't know.” Jessica said, shaking her head in disbelief at what happened to her. “I looked her right in the eyes. I even spoke to her and yet, all she did when she looked me in the eyes was accept my apology for bumping into her before heading back into the house.” Jessica's eyes showed hints of tears wanting to fall from them.
Jessica was clearly upset by this which Peter couldn't really blame her. It would be like if Aunt May would one day say she never knew who Peter was to her. The implications of those words alone sent one Hell of a chill down Peter's spine and an ugly feeling in his stomach.
Peter instinctively embraced Jessica in a hug who clung to him almost as if her life depended on it and cried. Peter wasn't sure how long they were like this, Peter himself trying everything he could think of at the moment to comfort Jessica while the teenage girl let go of the sadness that had been eating away at her for some time.
Before her encounter with her mother, Jessica had been thinking of finding a way to get in touch with her family. She agreed with Peter in the regards that Norman Osborn would have some sort of surveillance at her home. She had thought that maybe a letter left from her might give her mother some hope that her daughter was still alive. From what Jessica had gathered from all new media outlets about her disappearance, the police had no leads and were almost much of the mind that Jessica had become another runaway statistic.
Jessica knew the reality of being seen as such meant that the only way to prove it wrong was to return home. But the obvious question of how she could without putting her family in danger had no answers that she would use. Save for going to where Norman was living and using her venom blasts against his skull, there wasn't really an option.
Well, as the days go by, it was an option that was slowly becoming more feasible in her view.
But right now, in this moment, it was almost maddening for her to know that her family was no more than a couple of miles away from Peter's home and yet she still could not go to them. In a way, it was the reason why she went ahead and created her costume. It was something to keep her mind off of the negative sides of her situation.
After several minutes of their embrace, and when Jessica's cries were under control, Peter began to speak softly into Jessica's ear.
“I want to say that this will all be over soon. I want to say that I can make things go back to the way they were before Norman Osborn messed with our lives. I want to say anything that would give you the hope that I know you need right now.” Peter said while giving Jessica the best reassuring hug that he could. “All I can offer for you right now is that I'll be there as long as you want me to be.”
Jessica only made a sniffling sound in reply but Peter continued.
“And I'm not the only one. You have Liz, Mary Jane, Lori and Lana. They won't replace your family but they can be the reminder that there is still a family out there for you. One day, you will see your family again.”
Jessica looked into Peter's eyes and saw the sincerity behind them. It was one of the few things that Jessica actually liked about Peter before everything that happened recently.
Somehow, Jessica started to see herself in the reflection of Peter's eyes. But not as herself as she was now but before. She saw what she originally was as a teenager, a nerdy girl with few friends and no real kind of social life. But that wasn't what really stood out in the reflection. It was the fact that her own reflection was staring right back at her. Jessica could see that her reflection was sending of look of hate towards her. The kind of hate that said asked the person who was receiving it how they could fail in something that was so obvious.
In a split moment, Jessica realized that her original self could not believe that as much as she claimed to care for her parents, she had done nothing to follow through with that claim. Her past self was thoroughly disgusted with her as she was right now.
Jessica quickly turned around and felt very self-conscious about herself at the moment. Jessica remembered a time when she saw other girls who clothes like the kind she was now wearing. Basically showing themselves off as what was considered back then as harlots. Jessica once thought that maybe it was coming from jealous and envious feelings since they had a figure that pretty much got the entire male half of the high school populace. Now she felt that she was no better than those girls despite her obvious abilities.
“What's wrong?” Peter was confused since the body language he was reading from Jessica said she felt a little too exposed. That was a bit funny considering how many times Peter and the other girls have seen Jessica naked.
Hell, if what he heard was correct, Jessica had asked Liz on better tips on how to properly trim that specific area he had come to love about the woman anatomy.
Jessica didn't say anything. She still kept facing away with her body language now screaming to not look at her.
Peter scratched the back of his head to think of a way to get Jessica to open up. That last bit gave Peter an idea on how to proceed.
“Jessica, do you trust me?” Peter asked while very gently putting his hands on her shoulders. As expected, Peter felt Jessica suddenly tense up like a rock.
Peter waited for a moment for a reply but didn't receive one for almost a minute. Peter, as gently as he could, reached up and slowly moved Jessica's face so as to meet Peter's eyes.
Peter's eyes flicked toward hers again, and this time Jessica resisted the very strong urge to look away. Somehow, despite the fact that they were brown, Peter's eyes were like ice. Jessica decided in her own opinion, looking back at them right now. They were twin spears of frozen crystals that pierced her now as she looked at them too closely. No longer was she seeing that reflection of her original self. Now she was seeing herself in probably they way Peter was now seeing her.
Those eyes were boring into hers now and for the first time, something about his eyes scared her. Not in any threatening way but in something else completely and yet, equally dangerous. Jessica knew that Peter would never hurt her no matter what. Behind the eyes of ice, Jessica could see something else altogether. Something that, her instincts clearly warned her, could sear her as surely as the hottest fire.
It was proof to her that between the two of them, Peter was the spider personified. And she was in his web....willingly.
Jessica felt herself flush as she stared back at him. Jessica had been wrong, she realized. Peter would never hurt her physically. Even Jessica could see that Peter knew he could hurt emotionally but would no sooner do that than rip his own arm off. He wouldn't deliberately hurt her or any of the other girls that way, either.
But he didn't have to; his ice had already pierced her. And it burned.
Jessica closed her eyes, to try and avoid this gaze.
But Peter took her hand and slowly pulled her with him. Her mind was completely puzzled by this as she let Peter lead her over to the far side of his room. Her eyes and the others watching were solely focused on Peter's motions.
On the other side of the basement room there was a large storage closet. Peter opened the closet door and pushed it wide, so that the full-length vanity mirror inside could easily be pulled out. To Jessica's further surprise, Peter positioned her right in front of it. Peter positioned himself so he was standing behind her to look at her through the reflection over left her shoulder.
Jessica looked at her reflection and found it strange that before she came over to Peter's house, she was pleased at what she saw in the mirror. Jessica felt herself frowning now and looked away. She hated her reflection right now, even more so before her changes.
But Peter reached up and gently turned Jessica's head to face her reflection again. It was only because of his eyes seen in the reflection that Jessica didn't turn away a second time. Once again, they had pierced her and now held her fast.
Jessica felt herself become afraid that if she broke contact with Peter's gaze, she would never forgive herself. She even held fast as she felt Peter reach up and somehow figured how to undo the fastener and began unzipping the back of her costume. Jessica wanted to let a small laugh leave her lips since after all the times before now, Peter definitely gained a lot of experience in removing girls' clothing.
Once the back zipper was completely down, Jessica felt her costume being slowly pushed off by Peter from her shoulders and then falling down past her knees. Her entire naked body was exposed to the air and in front of the mirror. Jessica's body reacted by showing some goose bumps on her skin and her nipples becoming fully erect.
Peter moved back up and met Jessica's gaze back in the mirror.
Now those eyes flowed down and his hands moved from her shoulder down to her thighs. Jessica watched, just slightly confused, as he caressed her thighs very slowly and rather sensually. Peter's fingers began tracing the lines of her muscles. Strong, fighter's legs Jessica began to realized. Rather long for her frame she felt but she chalked it up to some lingering feelings stemmed from her old self.
There was a faint scar on her right thigh something she had gotten from her childhood but for the life of her couldn't really remember it at the moment. Peter's fingers traced the thin line, and she shivered despite the fact she had known Peter's touch on multiple occasions. With his fingers lightly stroking the site, she realized that Peter was sending a message to her through his actions.
There was beauty in such scars his touch seemed to say to her. It wasn't the surface Peter was seeing with her.
Peter's hands moved up, over her hips with one hand slipped out to brush along her rather hard, flat stomach. Jessica remembered that Peter's body was as hard as hers was because of their transformation but that thought didn't stay in Jessica's mind for long.
Exploring the faint lines of muscle on either side of her abdomen with just his hands was an experience that was on a different level of sensuality that Jessica didn't think possible. There was a scar here also, a memento from her time with Norman's scientists and their series of tests. But Peter seemed not to notice it.
And yet there was no reluctance or revulsion in her feelings in the way he touched her. Those feelings were there just moments ago and now they weren't.
To those that were watching, what Peter was doing with Jessica at this very moment seemed as sexual as possible just before the actual act of sex happens. But only Peter knew what he was doing had no intent for sex behind it. Well, not just yet anyways.
Jessica watched as Peter stopped again to briefly circle her breasts. There was nothing sexual in his caress this time but the touch itself sent more shivers throughout her body.
Just fascination that could be seen in Peter's eyes and something more....
A moment later Peter moved his hands to her shoulders again and slowly pulled her arms out from her sides as he progressed down them. Here, too, there were scars from some of the medical examinations with most of them being barely visible but they were there. But Peter seemed more concerned with her arms themselves.
Firm, clearly lined muscles but a deceptively slight in appearances given her true strength. Almost perfectly proportional to her overall body frame, long and graceful, ending in hands that were as elegant as they were deadly. She stared at her hands in the mirror as he caressed them. Before both Peter and Jessica's eyes, the reflection in mirror of Jessica's hands showed that they were long-fingered, slender and almost delicate-looking. Her fingernails were a little longer than Jessica might've liked but every time she tried to trim them down, they grew back to the original length within several hours. Jessica also learned quickly that her nails were deceptively sharp, like claws but not the kind that can cut stone or steel.
However, Jessica noticed in the reflection that Peter wasn't looking at her hands with a critical eye. Just her hands themselves, a simple curious gaze in his eyes.
Peter's hands moved back up to her shoulders slowly and now danced out along her collarbones. This act made Jessica feel that each fingertip that touched her was a light soft feather. Peter lifted Jessica's black hair to stroke her neck in passing. Involuntarily, Jessica shifted her head from side to side in motion with Peter's light touches. This made Jessica genuinely smile to which Peter smiled back at her over her shoulder. His eyes moving up to meet hers again as his hand reached up and began to caress her face with such softness that Jessica didn't think it was possible.
"Do you see...." Peter said, softly in her ear. "...what I see?"
Jessica looked at her reflection, at her face. Her eyes before were brown like Peter's. But now they were much more than before, that they were now green and that they could be as intense as Peter's gaze was. Her face wasn't as prone to pimples as before. It wasn't completely flawless but it better than before. Staring at her lips, the girl saw her mouth was full and sensual.
Jessica briefly smiled before she frowned, staring as if she'd never seen herself before. Jessica also saw Peter, who had a small smile the entire time, see his smile widen over her shoulder.
When Jessica had frowned, Peter couldn't help but think that she was even prettier than before.
“How do you see yourself?” Peter said, again whispering it into Jessica's ear. The soft breath form Peter's words sent a one more shiver down Jessica's spine.
Jessica closed her eyes again, to focus on Peter's question. In her mind's eye, Jessica saw herself in front of her original self. Both were completely nude and facing each other with equally strong determined looks. In this moment, Jessica knew that there was always a part of her that would want to go back to the way things were. To be with her family and none of the nonsense that she was now living in was happening to her.
But she could never go back to being what she was before no matter how much Jessica wanted to. This was why she saw her original self naked. That was who she was and this is who she has become. In that instant was when she had an epiphany.
This was how Peter saw her, both sides of her.
To him, Jessica was beautiful, always beautiful and there was nothing unpleasant in his vision. He had accepted both sides of her and Jessica didn't see when it happened.
Jessica didn't want to look again in the reflection because she was afraid that whatever spell he'd worked on her might pass away. And that she would again see herself as her original self: short, often scared, little more than a timid nerdy girl with no strength or will, someone who was just plain at best. Jessica didn't like to see herself that way anymore. She definitely liked his way much better.
Turning away from the mirror, she stayed where she was and let him hold her.
“I understand.” Peter softly said to Jessica while softly stroking her hair with one hand. “There will be plenty of time for that to change. I'll be with you ever step of the way.”
Jessica looked right at him and caught Peter's mischievous smile. “So, how about we head down to Comic Con and get you into a Tifa costume from Final Fantasy VII? ”
Jessica gave Peter a narrowed look. Peter only laughed before responding. “Alright, you can wear the outfit she wore in the movie, Advent Children.”
The teenage girl was going to say something, how Peter was still bit a geek at that reference. Jessica mentally pictured herself in either outfit when Peter mentioned what she should wear and could see why Peter would want her to be in such an outfit. He may still have a nerd side but even Jessica knew nerds loved a girl in skimpy clothing. That was one of the reasons why that Sailor Moon show was so popular.
But her mind suddenly registered two facts about her current situation. She was basically naked and Peter definitely had an erection since both of them were pressed right up against each other. Even through the clothes he wore, after he had changed out of his Spider-Man costume and wore something rather baggy, Jessica definitely felt something that sparked a fire inside of her.
Peter was curious at what Jessica was going to do since at the moment she was basically like a mannequin at the moment. A naked mannequin that felt warm and whose breathing was starting to pick up. If he read the body language correctly, Peter was sure Jessica was about to succumb to her desires within the next ten seconds.
Peter had mentally reached the number 4 before Jessica locked her lips with Peter's. It was clear to all that Jessica definitely wanted Peter there and now of how she practically attacked Peter's face.
Even with their enhanced agility, neither Jessica or Peter could maintain their balance when Jessica moved forward and her costume caught her legs. Peter fell hard onto his back with Jessica falling right on top of him. Peter did grunt in response to hitting the ground but Jessica didn't even slow down. In fact, she only momentarily stopped kissing Peter to do two things.
First was to fully remove her costume from her legs. The second was to rip Peter's shirt off....literally. It was almost comical to watch Jessica remove Peter's clothing like she was given a Christmas present.
Peter was worried for a moment at Jessica's actions. Because of how fast she removed all of his clothing, Peter actually thought that Jessica might rip something else off without realizing it. When Peter felt nothing important was removed, he only had a moment to sigh in relief before Jessica resumed her passionate kissing.
This continued for several moment before Jessica had to break the kiss in order for both teenagers to catch their respective breaths.
Jessica, while still catching her breath, sat up while straddling Peter by his waist. As much as she could feel Peter's cock becoming harder by the second.
The last remnants of old Jessica was making a last ditch attempt to stay. The current Jessica was now in a kind of mental war with her old self.
Peter was somewhat sure of what Jessica was doing beforehand, with her being suddenly self-conscious. But now he wasn't sure what she was doing. Right now, a naked girl was straddling him and he could actually feel the heat coming from her. Peter was more than sure he had used most of his stamina and practically all of his venom with Liz and it had only at best been 15 minutes.
Maybe it was time to do something else. A side experiment with Jessica.
Jessica was still unmoving so she didn't really respond when Peter took her by her hips and moved her so that she was gently laying on the floor.
Peter laid along side of Jessica, with one hand slowly making it's way between the girl's legs. Peter did several slow circles around Jessica's stomach before reaching down and gently laying his hand right on Jessica's mound.
The girl gasped in reply but her eyes showed that she wasn't just there yet. Not all of her.
Peter remembered a conversation that he had with Liz, about how girls that who were once seen as a social pariah of sorts and then experience sex tend to have some real lingering doubts about everything. This was only asked because Peter wanted to know some inside information about how the opposite gender feels about sex, as part of his experiment with his venom and application.
Liz told Peter that it wasn't uncommon for girls to either think they were completely in love with the one who took their virginity or that they were some kind of slut since they had so easily given into their urges. Liz had even said that it was possible Jessica might be one even with the alterations that were done to her body. Peter agreed with that since no matter how the body changes, the mind tends stay set in certain ways.
Using that knowledge, Peter came to the possible conclusion that Jessica's old self had finally caught up with her and was making a fight to convince Jessica that everything she had experienced was wrong. His first attempt to break the old self away seemed to work. Now was pretty much the tipping point so Peter had to do this right.
Peter very lightly touched Jessica's pussy, even though it was clearly wet. Jessica's body slightly moved and her breathing increased in response.
This continued for about a minute once Peter knew he had Jessica's undivided attention.
“See? You want this. At least your body is telling you that so just go with it.” Peter said softly to Jessica.
“Peter....” Jessica's only response since Peter continued to pleasure her sex area.
“I do as well but I also want us to be together for more than just this. There's so much fun we can have together and not just it being sex.” Peter whispered into Jessica's ear, licking it as he gently started to insert two of his fingers into her pussy.
He could feel how wet she was getting, more so than just moments before, and the way Jessica was starting to squirm told him that her body definitely wanted more. Jessica was making small moaning sounds while biting her lip trying to fight it. But Peter could see that she wouldn’t hold out much longer.
Jessica tried so very hard to fight her body but it felt just so good. Even better than the first time they had sex. She wanted him to take her right here and now but there was a part of her that was still fighting her urges even though she didn't want to fight them. She desperately wanted to give into the urges. Jessica wanted to experience everything she felt before, especially the first time Peter took her.
Inside her mind, the old Jessica was beginning to want more as she felt through her body of Peter being on top of her now. How his chest was pressing up against her breasts and loving the feeling of his cock inside of her. It was beginning to feel so good this time and they had yet to become one.
But her old self flared up one more time, feeling what she was now considering an invasion of sorts. On Jessica's face, there came tears of shame falling as she responded in a deep moan to having three fingers inside of her pussy massaging every area that they could touch.
“Oh God...I’m a slut.” Jessica said in shame while turning her face away. “Nothing more than just some whore.”
“No, you’re not.” Peter said firmly as he stopped what he was doing and made her look at him again. Again, those eyes became ice but it also showed that was going to be said next was Peter's absolute truth. “You’re nothing like that.”
“But I let those bastards at Osborn Industries do whatever they wanted. They made me into something I wasn't supposed to be.”
Peter gave Jessica a simple kiss on her lips before he replied. “You’re a beautiful and wonderful girl. What they did to you wasn't right....but remember what you saw in the mirror.”
Jessica looked right at Peter. “They made a girl into a goddess. They would've made you their goddess but you chose to fight back. You chose to be who you really are. The true part of you has never changed no matter they did to you. Whatever they took from you, you can take back and they fear that.”
Peter got right up to Jessica's ear and whispered the last words he hoped would work. “They fear Jessica Drew.”
The girl, still in a mental battle with her old self, had her green eyes grow wide. For a moment, everything stopped for Jessica Drew and all the connections became apparent.
In her mind's eye, Jessica looked right at her original self. There was still a look of disgust about what Jessica had become. Jessica only smiled before raising her left hand, powered up her hand like Lana and Lori did with their powers. But with a little twist. Jessica raised her middle finger at her old self and, taking a cue from Lana.
“Fuck you, bitch. I'm Jessica Drew now.”
Jessica fired off the venom blast that slowly enveloped her old self, erasing her as well. Before she was completely gone, Jessica briefly caught a smile from her old self. A smile that said that the decision Jessica made was the right one.
Back in reality, Jessica was staring right into Peter's eyes. Only a moment had really passed but it felt like a lifetime for the girl, a lifetime that Jessica hadn't really done what she and Peter had done.
Peter stared at the naked girl before him. He knew that if it came to it, Peter would do his best to pleasure the girl but something changed very quickly for Peter. The air he was breathing in had a distinct scent to it that Peter had notice before but paid no attention to it. It was distinct enough to notice but Peter couldn't place what it was that was in the air. The only reason why he noticed it was the fact Peter felt his body suddenly become energized. Like he was more than ready to engage in every kind of sex act in the world with the emerald eyed goddess before him.
Jessica's pheromones were kicking into overdrive along with her sexual urges now. The entire room easily filled up with her pheromones with Peter virtually right next to the source. The others watching the show, having heard very little of what was said between the two, were now being exposed to the pheromones as with similar results
Back to the soon-to-consent teenagers, Jessica reached up to Peter and brought his face close to hers. “We deserve to have some happiness in our lives, don't we?” She asked him while looking into the those brown eyes of his and realized these were what she had fallen in love with first. Jessica's desire to want him came back and even now her body was aching for every bit of his touch.
Yes the first time had been against her will but she still wanted him, god help her she still even loved him and she didn’t know why she should. She should hate him for violating her like that but she just couldn’t do it. And he had a point all three of them had so much pain in their lives, her father was such a horrible person to her and her mother all the time and she wished he would just go and never come back. How many times had Peter been there for her when she had broken down crying to him about some fight her father had, how many times had he cheered her up and helped her out?
She felt a soft hand caress her face and noticed it was Peter. The hunger was clear in his eyes as Peter could see the hunger in Jessica's green eyes.
Peter smiled as he moved forward to kiss the girl and Jessica wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The kiss easily showed the passion both of them were feeling for the other.
Peter felt Jessica wrap her legs around his waist, the strength of her legs was felt with how tightly Jessica's legs were holding onto Peter. When Peter and Jessica broke the kiss, he saw a wanting look coming from Jessica while she also nodded to him to an unasked question. Peter smiled, kissed Jessica gently on the lips one more time before he aligned himself and entered into her.
Jessica let out a groan as Peter entered all the way into her. The other times she and Peter was joined in this way, it was more heat of the moment. Of course she felt herself being filled to the limit but this time, Jessica clearly felt Peter being more inside of her. The very tip of his cock was pushing against her cervix rather strongly. Jessica groaned at the feeling through clenched teeth. Like Peter, Jessica had her own set of fangs but were distinctly different. Peter saw her fangs and found it interesting that she had hers and that she had never used them on any of the girls when they had gotten together.
But those thoughts were cut short as Peter very quickly remembered what he was doing to Jessica at the moment. His thrusts into Jessica were slow and drawn out but that was only to make sure his cock was well coated in Jessica's wetness. Once he was sure there was enough lubrication, Peter started his strong thrust into her.
Peter wouldn't really openly admit if ever asked but he loved the feeling of fucking a woman. Even with someone like Jessica who he now saw as a dark angel. From all those comics and old stories he had read over his years of life, Peter couldn't think of anyone else that could fit the description of those stories right now. All the power and beauty she had and how easily she could end someone with ease. A dark angel indeed that he was being allowed to enjoy right now. Peter enjoyed the feeling his cock was experiencing, how her inner walls were so warm and hot and slick. Hearing her making moaning sounds as she started to thrusts back against him was music to his ears. Luckily, with her nails raking his back, it wasn't enough to distract his enjoyment even though she was cutting his skin with each drag.
Because of Peter's own grunts and Jessica's own sounds of response to his acts, neither one heard someone else's soft moaning coming from the stairwell that led back to the kitchen.
Gwen Stacy had woken up, or rather was awake still since sleep had been eluding her for some time now, when she heard Peter walk past her room with someone that was in a strange outfit. Her curiosity got the better of her, and that she knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anytime soon, so she quietly follow the two to the basement.
The blonde teenage tried to listen in on the conversation that the two were having but they spoke too low to hear clearly. She wondered what they were talking but all thoughts of their conversation went right out the window as she watched Peter virtually undressed the girl in front of a mirror and then the two started going at it.
At first, Gwen decided to leave the two that were now making with the beast of two backs. But for some reason, after several moments of watching the two, Gwen suddenly felt her own urges bubbling to the surface. She noticed it and knew that she should leave before anything happened that allowed the two to notice her. But this urge she was feeling right now was overpowering the sadness that had been gripping her heart for the last several days now.
Had Gwen been a little more clear minded, she would've stopped herself from going any further. But the loss of her father was too much and she wanted something, anything, to ease the pain if even for a moment.
Gwen started fondling one of her breasts with one hand before her other hand started stroking the area of her shorts where her pussy was. Gwen didn't care that she was now masturbating to the sight of two people screwing each other. What she was feeling, Gwen wanted more and more and didn't want it to stop.
As their spectators watched and continued in their own pleasurable acts, Peter was completely unaware of the world around him and was completely focused on the sounds Jessica was making. Not really knowing where this bit of strength was coming from, Peter was putting everything he currently had into each of his thrusts. The sounds of sweat-coated skin slapping similarly sweat covered skin was second only to Jessica's loud moans that came from her with each thrusts. As they were making love to each other, Peter increased the intensity as he buried his face into Jessica's neck to both kiss it and sucked on it. He knew he didn't have any venom left so decided to keep his fangs out of this one session of sex.
“Oh God that feels so good Peter.” Jessica panted, feeling him work on her neck. “Peter...please, you...you...you can go faster now.”
Peter only responded by doing just that. He snaked his arms so he now had a firm hold on Jessica's shoulders to hold her in place even more. Jessica felt his so thrust slammed into her cervix so hard it made her grunt loudly in pleasure. Jessica lost the feeling in her legs long enough to where they fell to the sides but her hands, specifically her fingernails, dug right into Peter's back. Only a little bit of blood came from where each fingernail was dug in, a clear sign that they were in deep. Not that Peter really notice.
Peter changed up the motions a bit by pulling out halfway and then slamming himself back into her but he would slowly pull out further and further until he had to sit up holding her legs as he pulled out until just the tip was still in and thrust back in with a bit of his strength behind it.
Jessica screamed out in pleasure at this “Oh God! Oh Peter! Oh-oh-ugh! You...you keep this up...argh...I’m going to cum...cum again!”
“Damn I’m not far myself,” Peter replied in a groan.
Before he reached his own limit, Peter made sure to put as much effort as he could into his final thruts.
“Oh fuck! Oh, fuck...oh God....oh...oh..,,fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck...oh FUCK ME!!” Jessica yelled out while arching her back as her orgasm exploded in her body feeling great.
Peter felt Jessica's body convulse under him and the grip she had on his dick increased. Peter couldn’t last anymore with that kind of pressure. It was only three more thrusts before he reached his limit. He felt his dick throb as he fired several hot squirts of cum into her waiting body. Jessica had thought she had finished her orgasm but as soon as Peter’s OZ -laced sperm hit her insides, she was rocked with a second orgasm, possibly even stronger, again.
Jessica cried out all the air in her lungs holding Peter close while feeling his hot cum coat the inside of her,. She felt how a bit of it was leaking out and it was so warm against her skin.
Gwen, who had reached her own orgasm about the same time Jessica had reached hers, panted before looking at the sight of the two spent teenagers. Strangely enough, Gwen felt herself smirked at the sight and gave a small soft clap of applause to the two of them.
“Guess I underestimated you, Peter Parker.” Gwen very softly said to herself and then looked at her hands that had stimulated her pussy to her orgasm. Almost each finger on each hand was coated with her own lust juices. From her angle on the staircase, she could see that girl that Peter had just fucked look like she was flooding the floor with her own release.
Gwen was still a virgin but she was no idiot when it came to what happened when a girl achieved an orgasm. A rumor that she was starting to think was true was that the greater the release that came from the girl, the clear the sign was in how much her orgasm rocked her body.
All of that gave Gwen an idea.
“Maybe... you can help me.” Gwen softly said to herself before silently leaving and returning to bed.
Jessica was panting heavily, almost too tired for the moment to say anything. Peter was catching his breath as well but he still managed to give Jessica a kiss but on her forehead only. After that, he slowly slid out of Jessica with a wet pop at the end. Peter managed to hear Jessica sigh as she felt him move before she stretched out her body as if enjoy the bliss sensation that rocked her body as much as she possibly could.
Peter himself was surprised to see he was still partially hard especially the fact he had just fucked two different girls in one night. An orgy was one thing but he paid more attention to each girl than he would in a group situation.
The teenager wonders if his overall stamina was getting better all the time that whatever the genetically altered spider did to him was still continuing in some unknown way. If that was the case, Peter figured it meant he would still be able to keep up and more with the girl should they all want some one-on-one time with him. Peter's mind started to become more scientific while he caught his breath which allowed him to fully see Jessica's fangs for her mouth was wide open in order to breath in as much air as she could.
Jessica's own mind was completely in a haze. Hell, her entire body was in a haze of bliss. The other times Jessica had sex with Peter, never once did it feel like this. There was pleasure in those previous times but nothing like this. To Jessica, this was what everyone had said what their first time had felt like. Not like the guy had just done enough for only him to feel it but for where both felt it throughout their bodies.
When some of her strength returned, Jessica did her best to sit up but her body's lower half was still blissfully numb. She looked at Peter and saw that he had a smile on his face and was still aroused. Jessica noticed that Peter was talking but her attention was focused on Peter's dick. Everything sound in the room was drowned out by Jessica's own heartbeat. Her green eyes focused solely a specific part of the male anatomy in front of her.
Because of Jessica now fully accepting what she is, her own instincts came into play and began whispering to her to take what she saw. The orgasm haze kept her rational side from the surface at the moment so Jessica could nothing but her own increasing heartbeat and her instincts telling her to act on her desires.
Jessica licked her lips very sensually before surprising Peter at her sudden movements that resulted in her practically tackling Peter back to the ground but with her head over his penis. Since Peter's spider-sense never triggered, he was completely off guard as to what Jessica was doing, even more at what she did next.
Peter couldn't really see since Jessica's long black hair was blocking his view of where her face was at. But he could feel Jessica's heavy breathing since her exhales were right over Peter's cock. The first thought Peter had was that Jessica was going to give him a blowjob. He might've asked her if she knew what she was going to do but something else came out of his throat.
The second Jessica's head lowered and Peter could feel his cock going into her mouth, very sudden stabs of pain hit Peter like a brick. It took a bit since the pain hit him so suddenly but Peter realized that Jessica had just sunk her own fangs into him after taking in all of his cock into her mouth.
“Argh...What the fu....ugh....!” Peter was practically floored by the pain at what Jessica was doing.
He tried to pull her off of him but Jessica very quickly grabbed his hands with hers. Peter knew she was strong but this strength felt like it was on a whole different level. Her hands had become like vices and weren't not letting go of his hands any time soon.
Peter other attempts at struggling didn't last long before he felt himself becoming weaker. He also noticed sounds coming from Jessica that sounded like she was swallowing something, a lot of something.
Strangely, the pain disappeared and was quickly replaced with an opposite feeling. Whatever Jessica was doing to him, Peter was only certain of two things. Jessica was drinking something from him and her fangs that she had was what she was using to do it.
Jessica continued this until she felt that she was full. When she finished, Jessica removed her mouth from Peter's cock and let out a long satisfying sigh. It was like she was someone on their third day without water in a desert and had just come across an oasis. She even made sure to get every little bit that was on her mouth by licking her lips clean.
Peter hadn't passed out at what Jessica had done so he managed to see the current state of the girl. Seeing that she enjoyed what she had taken from him, whatever it was, Peter managed to think of several possible ideas as to what Jessica had done.
The first was basically a simple fact. Jessica and Peter had similar powers but they also had distinctly different ones. He had venom which he could use through his fangs. But Jessica's fangs, it was obvious now that they were meant to drain, not inject.
This was more or less confirmed when Jessica looked right at Peter with a pure predatory gaze.
“I think I'm going to like this.” Jessica said while licking her lips one more time.
Peter thought to himself as he stared at the naked girl. 'Definitely a dark angel. Beautiful....and very dangerous.'
As that continued to unfold in basement, the other spectator to Jessica and Peter's actions quietly moved away from the basement window.
Natasha Romanov had come to Peter's house to deal with whatever it was that was between them once and for all. But it turned out that she was a bit late. As much as she wanted to simply introduce herself, Natasha had decided against it while she watched what Peter did with Jessica.
Unlike Gwen, Natasha was able to hear the things said between the two and because of that, there were some question that she didn't even think of asking were answered. Natasha never even thought of asking Peter about whatever kind of relationship there was between him and Norman Osborn. But to learn Norman was up to something that fell within S.H.I.E.L.D. jurisdiction and a teenager out of Queens knew this only furthered to strength her belief of her low opinion of Nick Fury.
There was surveillance gear in the Parker household and there was no doubt that on more than one occasion that Peter spoke of this and that Nick Fury would learn of this. If he was waiting for some kind of incriminating evidence to use against Norman and his company, Nick would find it within an hour and spend another hour getting every bit of information about all the people that work at the company itself.
No way could someone like Nick Fury be that incompetent in that regards unless he was working an angle to his advantage.
It shouldn't have surprised Natasha but it did. Maybe she felt that for once, just this once, there was a bastard out there that would protect the world and prove how much of a bastard he was by doing everything to safeguard it no matter the cost.
Everything except making deals with devils.
This bit of information would definitely prove worthwhile to her other employers once they learn of it. It also meant that the plan might be altered enough to where all-out invasion could be side-stepped for awhile. Natasha wasn't a fool and she had read the line between the lines even in cryptic communications. Her other employers were assembling their strike force and were doing so as carefully as possible. At the moment, they were five months from making a move on their own.
Still, something wasn't sitting right with Natasha about what she had just learned by chance in her failed attempt to 'talk' to Peter Parker.
Her two choices at the moment was talk to Peter regardless of the fact that he was naked and she had just watched him fuck a teenager. That, which wasn't much of an option anyway, or return to her apartment and set up a schedule meeting with Peter. One on her own terms that meant no one-eyed Top Cop of the World would learn of it.
She knew that he worked at the Daily Bugle so it wouldn't be a stretch to get him to meet with 'someone' in their Human Relations Department during the work day.
It would probably be better that way in the long run. Plus it would also help in case she would have to physical with him and use the bargaining chip of revealing his Spider-Man identity to a major media outlet.
Leaving the neighborhood and making her way back to where she had parked her vehicle, Natasha disengaged the cloaking suit she had 'borrowed' from the S.H.I.E.L.D. armory when she was within a city block of her destination. In retrospect, Natasha knew that she should've waited until she got to her vehicle before becoming visible but as effective as these stealth suits were, they easily heated up the person wearing it within minutes of activating it.
Natasha didn't need to let herself become more hot and bothered than she already was after watching the teenagers go at it like the proverbial 'beasts with two backs'.
Once in her car, Natasha logged on to the S.H.I.E.L.D. network via a laptop interface on the dashboard. Natasha would sometimes let herself be amused at how covert some of the technology she used and how Hollywood was so close to such truths whenever they made their spy movies. It had a holographic display that used the main windshield to display all relevant data and right now, Natasha was looking in to what was currently suspected from Osborn Industries.
The data showed that Nick was aware of the connection between Peter, Jessica, and Norman as well as references to an OZ serum. Details of the serum itself didn't even merit entry since all she saw was typical jargon used by businessmen and politicians. Having read enough classified secrets in her time, Natasha easily knew the difference between fact and half-truths being reported. It did make her suspect whether Nick knew more and was keeping key details only to himself. It wouldn't surprise her if that was the case but it definitely left some questions on how Nick might be using this information.
The first question that came when Natasha, on some sort of whim, decided to look deeper into Peter's parents. Aside from working with a man name Eddie Brock on what was considered ground-breaking bio-tech research, there was a point in time that didn't match up with the records. Normally Natasha wouldn't look further into someone whose been confirmed dead for years, but when she saw a code next to Richard Parker's name, that sparked her curiosity.
The code was only three letters, PTASO, an acronym for “Prior To Actual SHIELD Operations”.
It may look like nonsense to the typical eye since Natasha had seen it on multiple files she had copied from the mainframe. But it was easily code that had another meaning to it because of the simple fact the file itself wasn't even on the mainframe anywhere. That clearly meant the information in this file was “Classified Beyond Ultra-Rank” if all the details weren't even recorded.
Natasha had only seen that code on a handful of occasions inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. mainframe when she copied all the data, It meant only Nick Fury or the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. itself could only access the information. Not even the president of the United States would be privy to the information unless of a world-level crisis occurred and the information was relevant to the situation.
If the code was correct, it meant that there was a strong chance this person had worked either for S.H.I.E.L.D. before being made public or for Nick Fury himself.
Natasha had cursed at herself for overlooking this fact. It was an obvious connection between Peter Parker and Nick Fury and Natasha should have seen it when she did her initial research on the teenager.
Before Natasha could look deeper into what she had just discovered, the alert for an incoming communications activated. One quick look and Natasha wasn't surprised who it was that was calling her. She did her best to school her face into being of her usual professional self before opening the communications channel.
“Care to tell me why you are near the Parker residence while also looking in on some information that I cannot see would be even reasonably relevant to observing the Parker boy?”
Natasha knew this conversation with Nick Fury was coming. She did hope that she would be in a better position than she was now.
“I'm waiting for an answer.” Nick said, his voice showed clear signs of agitation beyond his usual.
“How's about this question for your answer: What exactly is the Parker teenager to you?” Natasha was already aware of what the outcome was going to be in this conversation. What was going to be said next might fill in a couple of blank spots but Natasha knew what her next move would be.
“That question goes both ways, doesn't it?” Nick's agitation was becoming more evident with each passing words.
“It does but in my situation, my encounter with the teenager wasn't as long ago as was yours, was it?”
Nick only steeled his jaw some more at that question. Natasha did wonder briefly if Nick's might actually break if he tightened it any more. There were times she wondered if he had broken his jaw before and had it replaced with adamantium like Logan's bones to keep it from happening again.
“I guess the question should now become is: was what happened to Peter an accident or by design?” Natasha decided to continue making her point before Nick could reply. “During my efforts in both digging up details and observing the target, I have learned some interesting pieces of information. We both know that if it was someone else who had uncovered the same information that I have, they would chalk all of this to coincidences.”
Natasha got a little closer to the monitor so she could look Nick in his one eye as strongly as she could. “But we both know that there is no such thing as coincidences.”
“What exactly are you doing?” Nick's lone eye never really showed agitation but Natasha could see the signs just enough to know. Natasha had seen enough poker faces to know when someone was either bluffing....or stalling for time.
“I've never been one to use the tired reply, 'I could ask you that very same question' since I learned early on in time anyone is capable of anything. It's only a rare joy that I tend to find people who are actually honest.” Natasha activated her car's engine and began moving away from the alley she was just in at rather reckless speeds. “Ironic since both of us are in the kind of employment where honesty is virtually non-existent.”
She knew this vehicle was from the S.H.I.E.L.D. garage which meant it had enough tracking devices to find what fast food place you went to last week down to the nanosecond. Anyone else might've simply run on foot to avoid detection for a long as possible but Natasha knew better. To outsmart someone like Nick Fury, you had to do the very last thing he would ever expect.
And calling in on an old 'friend' at this point was definitely something Nick wouldn't expect right now. Reaching for her 'clean' cellphone, Natasha pressed one of the auto dial commands and then threw the phone out the window. She knew the device would survive the impact long enough to send the signal. She also knew that Fury would have S.H.I.E.L.D. intercept the signal almost immediately but in her case, the signal itself was the message.
To buy some more time, Natasha continued the conversation with her soon-to-be ex-employer.
“If you don't already know, and I highly doubt that you don't, there's going to be a little war happening in New York City. Don't know when or where but it's going to be against Peter Parker and Norman Osborn. That super soldier serum contract you went around flaunting around to all the high-end biotech companies is now having either the effect you wanted or hoped wouldn't happen. Like that designer mutant growth hormone drug that's beginning to appear on the streets which is the result of one company selling it's black project to earn revenue since they didn't score that fat american contract with you.”
“So was steroids and every other narcotic before that. Besides, even if I didn't go around shopping for a new super soldier serum, we both know that everyone from government officials to those biotech companies has been working on it ever since Captain America made his appearance in World War II. Even the nukes that were used on Nagasaki and Hiroshima, there are still people trying to enhance them by making them more powerful or compact or both.”
“Yeah, I don't need a history lesson. That Weapon-X program was clearly the sign of anyone trying to make soldiers superior in any way possible. If Logan wasn't the kind of man he was, I'm more that certain he would've come to cut you to pieces after what was done to him by you no less. Then again, maybe he's waiting for the right time but that's another story.” Natasha said while cutting corners and racing down streets while heading back into the main part of New York City. “But that Genetics War we all heard about and been preparing for for the last several decades, seems to me that it won't happen on the X-Men/Brotherhood front. Not even on whatever threat the Ultimates face this week.”
“What are you saying? Peter and Norman are going to start the Genetics War? Even in our line of work that deals with lubicrous ideas, that was way too far off for it to even warrant our attention.”
“But it warranted mine.” Natasha replied which she knew made Nick tightened his jaw even more. “That mutant drug is unstable and highly addictive. Junkies make good suicide grunts but not soldiers. There are plenty of ways to enhance humans and make them meta-humans but there's no real guarantee that they would live through the procedures and my own experiences can attest to that. What Norman Osborn has created is quite literally the first stable super soldier serum since Erskine's own work. I doubt he meant to give someone the abilities of a spider but he knows his OZ serum can do what you wanted it to do....and quite possibly more.”
Once she made it to one of the several suspension bridges that led into the city, Natasha began to enact her plan. She knew it would be a little tricky for what she had planned since in the City That Never Sleeps, there was always significant traffic along the bridges. But the added distractions should add enough cover for her and she needed all the seconds she could get.
“When I left the KGB to join your ranks, I was given the understanding that maybe making a world difference would help my country come back from how it was crippled by this corrupt country into becoming a home for thugs and whores. I knew enough that S.H.I.E.L.D. was separate from America...or at least I thought I did back in the beginning. I won't give the opinion that you are either the same as those I worked with before or worse with everything you've done. All I know for certain that its way past time for a game changer.”
Natasha set the cruise control for her car to increase it's speed so it could do what she wanted it to do.
Before she made her move, Natasha decided to leave Nick one last piece of information and a warning.
“I don't know what it is your planning for Peter Parker nor what you are going to do with Norman Osborn and his soon-to-be typical insane world domination plans and I don't really care. At the very least, I'm not going to work for you since there's no doubt many people are going to die between now and when Norman decides to make his move. Don't come looking for me if you value Peter's life.”
Natasha didn't think Nick Fury would ever show surprise unless it was something beyond Earth-shattering considering all the nonsense of late they had dealt with even in recent times. But the subtle twitch in his lone eye was more than enough for Natasha to get the message. It also told her that Nick knew she was serious but she did hope that he wouldn't figure out that her warning wasn't the kind where she would end the teenager's life.
If anything, that confirmed that for the super spy that the Top Cop Of The World saw the teenage vigilante something more. That was something Natasha was going to investigate thoroughly.
IF she survived this little stunt of hers.
Natasha guided the car as best as she could with one hand and then one foot while positioning herself on the passneger's door of her car. She had checked earlier and learned that there was some road construction going on because of a tractor trailer jackknifed because of some idiot commuter in a haste to get somewhere. A bit cliché to do something that was overused in 80's American action movies but she hadn't really planned on leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. so soon.
“Even with that threat, you will be hunted to the ends of the Earth by everyone you've ever pissed off. I cannot guarantee that S.H.I.E.L.D. won't come after you so you better think real hard if this is how you want it.”
In a span of several seconds before Natasha made her car go flying off the George Washington Bridge and into the river below, her mind actually replayed every single thought she had about what she wanted.
When she was little, there was a doll she had wanted for her birthday and had asked her mother and father for it. It wasn't too long before her birthday that her wish changed to having her parents alive and well. That their family was still together
When she was older, Natasha wanted to be strong so she wouldn't have to rely on anyone else but herself. She did everything she could to learn the skills and gain the strength so when she would truly step out into the world, she would be her own person.
During her time being with the KGB, Natasha remember that she wanted nothing more than to take down the arrogant United States of America and make Russia the strongest country that ever was and ever will be. That same desire was still there when she went to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and their Black Ops division all the while eliminating threats against her own country.
Now, for the life of her, Natasha didn't know why she wanted nothing more than to be with Peter Parker. To keep him safe from all the threats she knew of and the ones that she didn't know of yet. Even train him to be better than what he was now. Hell, Natasha felt her body wanted nothing more than to feel Peter on her like she had seen him on that teenage girl back at his home.
It was true when she said it was time for a game changer. Maybe doing something like this, becoming part of Peter's life, would be the right thing to do in the coming days. Days that she knew would require her to become as best prepared as possible.
“Nick Fury, in my life there has been many things that I've wanted. On one hand alone I can tell you of the times I've gotten what I've wanted.” Natasha said just before the car hit the debris that was still on the bridge at the proper angle to send it flying right off the bridge. Natasha showed Nick still on the car's monitor the number of times she got what she wanted with her middle finger.
Using all the skills and experience she had, Natasha had timed her jump from the flying car so she could fire a grappling line to the structure of the bridge itself and swing towards and under the bridge. She had done everything that she could in her plan to escape up to this point. Now it was her friend's turn to finish it.
Her swing had given her enough momentum so that she managed to clear the underside of the bridge and make it to the other side. She cut the line at the moment that would still allow maximum forward momentum and flew what looked like to be right in the middle of the river in the dead of night.
The timing was about a second off either on her part or her friend's part so it was only just barely with one hand she caught the landing strut of a passing helicopter that didn't even slow down in the least from acquiring the unexpected passenger. It was a struggle to get into the helicopter but Natasha managed to do so and make it seem like she had done something typical to her.
Once inside and wearing the headset so as to talk to the pilot, Natasha was not in the least bit surprised he was laughing the entire time.
“You were a second off there, Black Widow. For someone who said she would never allow herself to be slow, one has to wonder if you're getting up there in age.” the man piloting the aircraft showed he was in advanced in years but only in physical features. Anyone who knew him personally knew that this man was easily in the prime of his life and was not to be underestimated. If anything, the gray hair was a kind of badge of honor since most people who live in the spy business don't live so long.
This man was easily one of the extreme few who had.
“Me? What about you? When's the last time you've flown a helicopter in this situation? If anyone's skill has gotten rusty, it's yours, Nebo.”
“What, not gonna call me the 'Rook' for old time's sake?” Nebo said while sparing a glance at his traveling companion.
“Who was it that said old time's sake isn't a term in our vocabulary?” Natasha knew this man wasn't the kind that could be be prone to moments of nostalgia. Mostly because he had seen too many changes in the world to know that history never really matters for it never really stays the same.
“I'll be damned. You actually did listen to my lessons after all.”
That was about as lighthearted as the converastion was going to get. The hard question was going to be asked anyways so Natasha politely waited for her friend to ask it.
“So....now that you've burned what could possibly be the last ally you could ever make, what's next on your agenda?”
“If you're thinking about me asking you to help out more, don't worry. What I'm going to have to do next, regardless of the problems that will come with it, are things I've going to have to do by myself.”
“Which is exactly what?”
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Nebo knew that whenever Natasha spoke in her native language, she was as serious as she could possibly be. He couldn't help but say the words in english. If only to hear the confirmation of the very small rumors he had been hearing himself.
“Preparing to fight a war.”
Natasha didn't reply to those words. She was already planning her next moves once she secured the items she had always kept on hand and out of sight should the time come she was either burned by choice or by betrayal.
A conflict was coming and right now, with what she knew about S.H.I.E.L.D. and her shadow employers, the end result could do either way especially when adding in Norman Osborn and the OZ serum to the already unstable mix. And though she said she was going to do it alone, she only said it so as to scramble whatever leads there might be between her and Peter. He would have to take care of himself for the time being until she was ready to approach him.
“�� , �� .” Natasha said softly to herself but it was just loud enough for Nebo to hear it.
'Huh. “Take care of yourself, my spider.” Wonder if that rumor is true about her and that teenage vigilante.' Nebo thought to himself as he piloted the helicopter to the prearranged destination. He evenhad one last thought about it if the rumors did turn out to be true. 'Wonder if he could be train to be a better spider.'
Natasha was never one to manipulate people unless it served a purpose but this wasn't manipulation. Nebo was much too skilled to be manipulated or coerced to do anything he doesn't want to do.
But planting an idea about training someone like Spider-Man would not be so easily ignored. Even she was curious to see what would become of Spider-Man once he was trained like her.
Of course, the part of seduction training would definitely come from her and her alone. That made the Black Widow smile a genuine smile that even Nebo had rarely seen. That alone made him wonder if she was thinking about the vigilante and it increased his desire to meet him as soon as possible.
Next Chapter – Assembling the Teams Part 2
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Author's Note: First of all, two points of interest. I wrote this chapter so soon as a kind of apology for the lateness of the previous chapter. In all honesty, if things hadn't gone to pot so quickly over the last couple of months, I probably would have released this chapter around this time.
Second point is that now I start to bring in Norman Osborn's crew. He'll become the Green Goblin eventually but first he wants some trusted lieutenants just in case Nick Fury makes a move against him before his own plans come together.
For those that want to have better picture of what Mary Jane Watson looks like as Tigra, go to this address. Of course there's nude poses of Tigra but I feel this one looks the best out of all of them.
(http://www.deviantart.com/art/Tigra-333660772)

And for those of you who might not remember what Tifa from Final Fantasy VII looked like, before and after, here are some links to help with that.
From the Game itself and before the movie Advent Children
http://overweight-cat.deviantart.com/art/Tifa-Lockhart-363809216

After the movie Advent Children
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Tifa-Lockhart-Final-Heaven-399182633
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