The Seductive Spider-Harem | By : rubicon541 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 84808 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9 |
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Peter took the stairs to his apartment. It was quite a few flights, but honestly with his powers 'quite a few flights' was nothing particularly problematic, and he liked the chance to think for a bit. He'd gotten quite a few lectures today, from people he respected and from people he didn't. He'd seen his newly risen first love Gwen Stacy go full pit-bull against Tony Stark because of something she saw during the period between her being dead and her being alive again. He'd seen Mary Jane go from cynic to dorm mother in five steps -- and call her erstwhile boss in in the process. He'd seen Cindy Moon show up unexpectedly, which meant Gwen and Mary Jane had started making plans without him, which was crazy since apparently all the plans hinged on his cooperation. And he'd seen Ollie Vayne, his new workstudy intern and his ancient Djinn of Lust, show off an impressive array of little tiny expressions of her power.
Most of all, Peter had lost his job, again, because of bad choices he made a long while back, again, and now was having to figure out what to do to keep his lights and heat on, again. He could mooch off MJ, clearly -- and there'd never be a minute she let him forget that was exactly what she was doing. He could get a pizza delivery gig or something, maybe. Anything better than that? The tech sector would look at 'Parker Industries' or his 'plagiarism scandal' on his Ph.D. -- thank you so much, Otto -- and give him a hard pass. Photography? Unless he wanted to try his luck running the machine in a photomat in a day and age when most pictures were digital, that part of his life was just plain over.
Surrender his sublet and go live at Avengers mansion? See also "mooch," with the added bonus of everyone he respected in the hero community knowing he was doing it. Yeah, going full time Avenger meant he would get a stipend, and a stipend would be no bad thing... but they'd also expect him to be full time. At their call for their missions and their causes. And they'd pretty well collapsed in recent years -- the Maria Stark Foundation going under, followed by Stark Industries taking them over, only for Tony Stark to be killed by Carol Danvers and the board of directors of Stark Industries pulling their funding and evicting them. Another tech conglomerate had taken them in and funded them, housing them in the legendary Baxter Building... but that conglomerate was Parker Industries, and when Peter Parker had to tank his company, he also lost the building, any funding for the Avengers, and probably most of their friendship. He'd been stupid enough to not funnel their money into a non-profit trust the way Tony had done with the Maria Stark Foundation in the first place. Now, the Avengers were back -- Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Black Panther, Captain Marvel, She-Hulk, and Ghost Rider, and their mansion was being rebuild by -- of all people -- Johnny Storm running a non-profit 'Avengers Mansion, Inc.' Because after all this time, Johnny really did turn out to be smarter than Peter.
But on the other hand? There were a lot of beautiful women in Peter's apartment. Maybe he and Johnny switched places when neither were looking--
Peter opened his door, but paused, hearing Tony speak. Looking in, he saw that there was a large holographic blueprint of a building gleaming in his living room, probably projected from Tony's suit. Peter paused, not wanting to be noticed. Well, Cindy noticed, glancing over. He nodded to her and she half-smiled, turning back to the presentation.
"--ready made for this kind of work," Tony was saying. "It was actually a lab complex and production plant dating back to the Stark International phase of my work -- that's one reason why it's in Queens. See, most of my old digs were on Long Island Sound. This was actually meant as a satellite facility much closer to the heart of the city." He rotated the display. "Now, when the Skrulls decided it would be just a darling idea to infect my mainframe and all my technology with its virus, this facility was hit as well. It was shuttered automatically, the same as all my stuff. Unlike most of my stuff, Osborn never noticed this particular building when he took over. After I founded Stark Unlimited and began consolidating all my old businesses and corporations as subsidiaries, this particular building came back into my possession. However, I pulled it off the grid and gutted it, purging out any old, potentially infected tech and putting in an experimental modular interior design, meant to be reconfigurable as building needs changed -- processing plant in times of expansion, research lab in times of discovery, warehouse in times of need, prison if I needed a prison kind of out of nowhere. You get what I'm saying."
"I thought we needed to avoid connecting your name to our... what do we call this?" Gwen was peering at the hologram.
"Institute," Mary Jane said. "Call it... mm. I would have said the Lazarus Institute but I think there already is one of those and even if there weren't Cindy's 'Lazarus Fuck Pit' got stuck in my head. But if it's going to legitimately be an place studying 'resurrectees' in all their various forms, as well as our home base, bungalow, love shack, and laboratory studying Ollie's djinnish abilities, it'll need to be an institute." She pointed at the first several floors. "We'll ultimately need scientists, mystics, and who knows what else on these floors. These two or three floors will be machinery -- we're going to be a superhero base and we're going to need to have high tech gubbins for all our gubbin needs. These three floors will be where we all live, and then the two floors above that will be the public face of the Institute."
"That'll give us a chance to have quarters to help resurrectees reacclimatize after we use Project: Fuck Club to bring them back," Cindy said, nodding. "That's all good."
"And doesn't answer my question," Gwen said. "We need to avoid bringing the name 'Stark' into this whole thing. So if we set up in an old Stark International building--"
"It's... not actually a problem," Tony said. "See, after everything with Osborn and the board of directors after my own most recent personal sabbatical from life and too many other situations to easily count, I thought it would be a weird and wild idea to actually learn from my past and start squirreling away nuts in lots of trees that might not show up on my prospectus or court documents. That was one reason for the big Stark Unlimited consolidation. If I'm consolidating, then people are looking at the stuff I'm buying, not old third tier abandoned buildings. Since this place was never exactly on the map even back in the old days -- I don't think even Obadiah Stane ever got around to noticing it -- it's not on anyone's radar now."
"Then it's perfect," Mary Jane said. "How quickly can we begin setting things up?"
"Not counting Ollie's Vaginomantic Parade of Industry?" Tony smiled. "You could have it ready for fixtures and occupancy next week. I... did mention the reconfigurable interior, right? That's... sort of its whole point?"
"Living quarters, lab facilities, modular floorplans, a place for all of us, a place to help people like my Dad reintegrate into society..." Gwen nodded. "And a base for heroes who mostly happen to be hot chicks and the Spider they're all boning. Spider-Harem is go."
"What about tech?" Cindy asked. "If you gutted all the Stark-tech and can't put new stuff in--"
"Well, the modular systems are unique. Nothing to identify me. As far as the interior tech... you'll have... pretty decent funding to get yourselves set up. You want my advice?" Tony smiled. "Put Peter on that. Make that his actual job in the place -- chief technologist. Between the scientific and practical needs of your little group, it'll push him to the limit, engineering-wise, without throwing him into the management crap. It's absolutely what he should have been doing all these years. He's too smart to be wasted any other way, at least in his civilian life."
"Smart by which scale?" Cindy asked. "With, say, the Erwins on one side and Reed Richards on the other--"
"You're not going to shut up about the Erwins, are you?" Tony asked. He shook his head. "Peter's smarter than Reed Richards.
Peter's jaw fell open.
"You're... kidding, right?" Mary Jane asked. "Understand, I think Peter's brilliant, but--"
"Peter Parker was tested at one point. IQ and related. He scored exactly the same as Reed Richards did when Reed was his age. But where Reed's clearly got significant issues with socialization, all of Peter's issues begin and end with trauma and his response to that trauma. Reed's... probably... fifth, of the people I know, brains wise? Peter's the smartest. A kid named Amadeus Cho's second. Banner's third. Hank Pym's fourth, though he's got his own issues. Reed's just after Hank. And fun idea for everyone? Never tell Reed, Hank, or Peter any of that. Reed gets... fuzzy when this shit comes up. Hank has inferiority complex issues so broad they had to rezone for commercial use. Cho? Cho knows it already, and doesn't care. He thinks the whole question's stupid. And I'm kinda with Cho."
"I'm... still surprised about Richards," Mary Jane said. "I mean... when you think..."
"Consider this," Tony said. "I'm not as smart as any of the people on that list. But I'm in the top ten -- maybe about Doom's level, and speaking of people you never say that to? I have three -- count 'em, three -- Ph.Ds in big nasty subjects with theory, application, and math. Three? Yeah. I didn't get that fourth. Anyway. You never hear anyone ask to talk to Doctor Stark, because I'm not interested in academic bullshit. I'm interested in results and image and cashflow and all sorts of stuff. You hear about 'Doctor Banner,' but the media was always the big thing there. They all called him Doctor, and because he was a working research scientist he used the name. Hank? Hank was always too much the crackpot inventor with the wild theories. Since half the planet ignored his research until the day he started shrinking and growing shit? 'Doctor Pym' was never too much a thing. Cho? Again. Doesn't give a shit. Parker? Even if we ignore the questions about his doctorate thanks to Octavius being a short sighted dick? If he ever called himself Doctor Parker it was part of a stupid joke. But Reed? Oh, you will call him Doctor Richards. He will remind you nineteen times that he is Doctor Richards and he has degrees you couldn't begin to list and did he mention he was Doctor Richards? And if that seems like I'm exaggerating? Remember. I have an ego large enough to apply for recognition by the U.N., but he's the one who named himself Mister Fantastic." Tony snorted. "Alongside his friends and loved ones the Invisible Girl, the Human Torch, and his best friend the Thing. Which of these names is not like the others?"
"Okay," Gwen said. "This... this looks amazing. Tony... um..."
"Don't worry about it. But next time, turn your whole body when you punch. You lost power in the followthrough. I should have needed emergency dental work. Hey Moon? We good?"
"We good. But why exactly do you have that Anti-Spider-Sense trap in your armor, again?"
Peter blinked, and smiled very slightly. Cindy was clearly tipping Peter off.
"Setting aside my continuing monumental issues around trust and my continued status as an asshole? Carnage, Venom, Phage, Scorn -- remind me if I miss any. Remember, kids -- when you bond with a Klyntar symbiote, you're bonding with all the spider-based superheroes that symbiote bonded to before you! It's also why I have a projection heat emitter and a sonic cannon."
"Fair," Cindy said.
"Then I think... if you can provide the Spider-Man and he brings along the hot half-naked djinn... then we have a deal."
"I agree," Mary Jane said.
"I don't," Peter said.
MJ and Gwen jumped. Tony just looked over at Peter. "You realize I knew you were there, right?" he said. "All that stuff about your brain? Just designed to puff you up. You needed the ego boost."
"I have the three most beautiful women in New York volunteering to be in a 'Spider-Harem,' Tony. Why would I need an ego boost." Peter walked in, looking over the plans. "So... an institute."
"Yes," Mary Jane said. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Under Tony's oversight?"
"Explicitly not. He doesn't want a sex cult being found out and associated with him."
"Then who?"
Mary Jane looked at Peter. "Me."
Peter looked at Mary Jane, and nodded. "That's fine." He turned back to the design. "Tony -- how many sub-levels?"
"There's a basement parking garage and the physical plant is down there, but--"
"We'll need to use Ollie's abilities to add one, nestled between things. Adamantium walls. The whole nine yards. An emergency bunker, with an area for a portal we're going to use Ollie to create."
"A... portal?" Tony asked. "You know, of all the people who'd think to build another door to the Negative Zone in New York--"
"Not like that. We're going to have a standing wish. An initiation ceremony that we'll wish up with Ollie and which any new members of the... Spider-Harem? Seriously? That's what you want, MJ?"
"I went with--" Cindy started to cut in.
"Yes," Mary Jane snapped. She then looked at Peter, and despite herself she laughed. "Spider-Harem. Face it Tiger, you hit the jackpot on maximum bet, all lines and got your drinks comped to boot, this time."
"Apparently so." Peter smiled, then looked back at the hologram. "That bunker will have wish-fulfilled atmosphere, water, waste reclamation, even if Ollie should go away because I die. But if I die I won't stay dead. No one in Spider-Harem will. Ever again. The wish I was talking about? If anyone who's undergone the very sexy initiation into Spider-Harem dies? Their body will vanish and they'll appear in perfect health with all their abilities in the bunker. This is a respawn point." Peter looked at the different women, as well as Tony. "I've spent a day having my nose rubbed in bad choices I made a long time ago and their consequences. We have a second chance, for ourselves and our loved ones. So this time, we set up a fallback first, for all of us. Or else we don't do this."
"...I have no problem with that, Gwen said."
"Okay, as revivification techniques go? That one's pretty swank," Tony said. "It's not as good as life-rebooting protocols in a suit of armor, but then what is?"
"All right then." Peter paused. "God, I'm glad Amadeus Cho was second. That kid can be insufferable."
"Yeah, it's a grey area. Don't get cocky."
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