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Spider's Web Trilogy - The Spider's Bite	By : Shadow-Of-The-Guardian Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 195401 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Author's Note: Time to add in some elements I felt were left out in the Ultimate Marvel Comics Universe. Sure it was intended to be a reboot of sorts but after all these years later, it really went off the proverbial reservation.
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Chapter 17: Hunter vs Assassin
-Undisclosed and Secure Location in Russia-
“So, there's no doubt about her status?” one man asked which was a question on everyone's mind who was gathered in this shadow conference.
“No. Our other sources within America have confirmed what we all thought was impossible. Black Widow has gone rogue.” another man replied while reading from an electronic pad that was currently displaying all relevant information of the current topic and standing in front of the large boardroom table facing all the individuals.
No sooner were those five were spoken outloud, about what was believed to be an impossibility, did many of the gathered individuals begin muttering their feelings about the new situation.
“When?” a different individual spoke but with a tone of voice that silenced the others and refocused their attention pack to the present.
“The timeline is conflicting at best but it is believed that it is very recent. The intel we have gathered shows that the woman's decision to go off the grid wasn't part of any known plan on our side or theirs. That being said it confirms that her going rogue does not help Nick Fury or S.H.I.E.L.D. in any real way.” replied the man who was still standing in front of the individuals.
“Doesn't matter if it helps Fury or not!” another individual spoke but with an accent that was easily identified as Asian. “The plan is now in jeopardy simple because of the knowledge that traitorous bitch was given because we all made the assumption that she could be trusted.”
“Wasn't there already suspicions that the woman was falling from the scope of our plans?”
“Yes. Something I had informed all of you about very recently.” Abdul Al-Rahman said to all in attendance. “But it matters not now. She's in the wind with information that can be used against all sides but at the moment she can't use any of it.”
Ever since Abdul was modified so as to be their own version of Captain America, he easily became more than just the leader of their super-powered team. Turned out that the once sickly man that lived in a typical village near a nuclear facility in the Middle East had more potential hidden within him that anyone ever thought possible after he was given his modifications. His level of insight-fulness and resourcefulness quickly proved to be valuable once he was sent into the field.
In a strange sense, it felt as though who knew the man was their generation's super soldier to fight off the invading army that threaten to take over the world. It also somehow helped those involved in this plan that what they were doing was right and that the United State of America needed to be dissolved.
As such, they listened to this man's words since it was already clear how it was going to be dealt with.
“But the fact she hasn't informed Nick Fury or any aspect of the American government of our plans clearly tells us her real situation.” Abdul continued with everyone listening on each of his words. “Natasha Romanov has burned all of her bridges. She has no more allies and the one she seems to want to cultivate is the American vigilante known as Spider-Man.”
“Why the Hell would someone like the Black Widow want to have someone like that ridiculous hero as an ally?” a general that wore a Middle Eastern markings uniform said outloud.
“It is unclear, especially when we had learned that she had been investigating him rather thoroughly before her defection. However, the only aspect of this information that matters is that we have a means of hunting her down and eliminating her before Nick Fury does and interrogates the traitor.”
“Then won't Fury take a similar action, use this vigilante as bait to lure the traitor out?”
Abdul shook his head 'no' in response. “Nick Fury will hunt down Natasha via his own means. He won't involve this Spider-Man when he has the assets of both S.H.I.E.L.D. and his Ultimates but he also won't go after her right away. A person of Romanov's skills and resourcefulness can easily go underground without so much as leaving a stray hair out of place.”
As some of the men gathered assimilated the information Abdul was giving them, one of the generals there reached a conclusion faster than the others present. “As much of a fool as this Spider-Man is, playing at hero and barely not getting anyone killed, the moment we use him as bait to lure Black Widow out of hiding will definitely cause Nick Fury to take notice. We cannot just send either you or anyone else to capture the target.”
“Then we don't.” Abdul said before giving a rather knowing look to the Russian general. It only took a matter of moment before said individual figured out what was silently being asked.
“Nyet! We cannot activate her and send her after a ridiculous individual.” the general replied with a tone of voice that clearly told all that there was no room for any kind of discussion.
“Her? Who is her? Hurricane or Swarm?” one person asked which was the common question among most of the men gathered.
One of the other generals actually laughed when those names were said outloud. “Sending either one is both overkill and ironic. Hurricane has the speed of the mutant Quicksilver. She would be fast enough to eliminate the costumed vigilante without anyone even knowing it happened. Swarm could probably be used to even somehow take control since her abilities allow her to take command of any insect. Is the Colonel Abdul actually talking about sending one of the Liberators after one insignificant individual?”
“Nyet.” the Russian general looked at Colonel Abdul directly before he continued. “He is talking about Yelena Belova. Only just recently have we finished her reconditioning and the enhancements.”
“But she has already had several successful missions to date. And wasn't the original idea that if she was ready by now to have her part of the elite force team, the Liberators?” Abdul asked which several of the people in attendance all mutter words of agreement.
Though the Liberators had already had several solid members, with the current roster listed individual codenamed as The Abomination, Crimson Dynamo, Perun, The Schizoid Man along with Hurricane and Swarm, there were other projects and individuals that would easily increase the overall strength of the team and even better increase their already high level odds of success. One such project was the one that Yelena Belova had been entered into but it had some initial setbacks and it wasn't clear whether or not she would be ready for their plan against the United States.
But Colonel Abdul figured this was the best and final test for Yelena. That and he was aware of the woman's desire for payback against her once-comrade.
“I still strongly object to sending her into New York, basically into the heart of enemy territory.” the Russian general said outloud to make sure everyone understood his stance on the current idea.
“I tend to agree with that man. If we send someone like Yelena into a city like New York, we might as well fire a nuclear missile at the city for the result will still be the same.”
“I disagree.” Abdul said while going over to a small computer console and bringing up the current intelligence in regards to the defensive and offensive capabilities both by the United States government and various other elements that were recently uncovered.
One such piece of data that was on the large video screen was in regards to a certain bio-tech company that was based in the New York area.
“There's been a rumor that had been going around that we had first ignored. But because of Natasha's actions prior to her going renegade, we've found that there is some truth to it. A bio-tech company based in the New York area has a connection to Spider-Man. We are investigating further but current standing is that this company, Osborn Industries, was the one that created the means to create Spider-Man.” Abdul said while showing the current information of Osborn Industries.
“Does it have some connection to the 'rumor' that the American government has been secretly going around to bio-tech companies and waving a big fat financial contract in their collective faces if they are able to create a new Super Soldier serum or even re-create the one that made Steve Rogers into Captain America?”
Everyone there had heard of that rumor and were already of the opinion that it wasn't a rumor at all. As a matter of fact, the day the Super Soldier Captain America appeared in the conflicts of World War II, much like the atomic bomb, there were companies and government agencies around the world that worked rather feverishly to either recreate or improve so as they were far better than the original.
When it became known throughout the world that an agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. was about to be established to act as a kind of world peacekeeping force, only a fool would think that the means of creating a superior fighting force geared towards peace would be done through legal and ethical means. If there was one thing all governments of the world could actually agree upon, it was that there were people who believed in their own countries so strongly that they would do absolutely whatever it took to ensure their country stood proud and alone in the world.
“The information gives credence to that rumor but it also gives up a means to find more allies against the American government.” Abdul replied to the military personnel in attendance.
“Explain.” a Chinese general asked. His tone of voice was clear in that Abdul's next words had better explain what others including the Chinese general felt was a waste of time.
“There's no shortage of individuals that would seek profit more than anything else in the world. They may go on the tag-line that say 'to the betterment of humanity' but there are many bio-tech companies that have many black projects.”
Before Abdul could continue, one of the military generals managed to connect the points more quickly than the others.
“You want to kick up a hornet's nest and using Yelena to show others who are secretly in the bio-arms race of what is already out there.”
“Which would then in turn cause Nick Fury to divert much of his attention to handle a possible outbreak of super criminals. He would be concerned where Yelena had come from but only if he manages to capture her.” A second military official said.
“Not to mention the fallout from the media coverage. It's probably the only good thing about America, that their news media can so easily turn on their own government like a bitch in heat. “Another person said which in turn had every else in the meeting to reach the conclusion of Abdul's point.
For several moments, nothing was said outloud among the group of military individuals. Each one of them gave a knowing look to the other. A silent message was sent among all of them to which all of them agreed to.
“Begin the plan immediately.” said the unofficial leader of the group.
Abdul knew that even though the order was succinct, he was more than aware he it would be his neck they hang should the plan fail. It was something that Abdul easily expected but what the others in the meeting didn't know was that this was a plan he had been working on the moment Black Widow started showing signs that she wasn't 100% committed to the cause like she had been.
Also, there was also an x-factor that Abdul wanted to test. Attacking America would incite a possible nuclear response even if the current president wouldn't push the button but it would definitely be pushed. Abdul did care about that, about nations burning in response to a justified act of retaliation against an empire that grew right under all of their noses. He didn't care if America burned when they were finished for he was already well aware of the public executions that would take place after they finished.
But the x-factor he was worried about was how many 'superheroes' were actually residing in New York. Their intel about the number of meta-humans or uniquely gifted individuals that reside in the area where the Triskelion was located was solid as many liked to believed but Abdul knew they were too close to the beginning of the operation to allow any other unforeseen complications occur. Black Widow wasn't necessarily the worst thing to happen to the plan but it was something everyone clearly did not anticipate.
After the meeting came to a close and all individuals gathered returned to their base of operations, Abdul accompanied the Russian general that knew of the location of which secret facility where Yelena Belova currently resided. It took about two days to get to the base once Abdul and the general arrived back in Russia. The main reason for the distance of travel was to both ensure the secrecy of the facility from both the Russian and American government.
Once inside, Abdul was led directly to where the general said they 'stored' Yelena when she wasn't being worked on or trained in her new abilities. What he saw wasn't a sight he wasn't surprised to see but still had his own misgivings about what he did see.
Abdul Al-Rahman could still easily remember the procedures he endured in order to gain his strength as a super soldier. How they cut him open, his frail body that was barely a 100 pounds weight, to give him direct injections to his organs and bone marrow with various needles. Even when they replaced some of his organs to handle the new chemical concoction that was now pumping in his veins, the anesthetics that were used barely took away the pain of foreign hands literally replacing parts of him.
It was only his will and his will alone to see the imperialist nation that became of the United States of America to fall that helped him through all of the pain he had to endure.
With that in his mind, the only question Abdul had about the person before him was what was going through her mind to endure the situation that she was currently in.
Barely being covered by a simple piece of cloth so as to not have a direct line of sight the woman's personal areas while sitting in a very elaborate-looking chair. Around the woman's legs, both the upper and lower, looked like small canisters that contained some kind of light-blue liquid in them which rotated whenever the contents of one of the canisters was gone to the next one. The same was said for her arms but they were outstretched from her body with. Around her neck was another set of canisters with the similar looking liquid in them.
Abdul knew the basics of what was being done to the woman but his curiosity of the specifics was starting to get the better of him. A fact that the Russian general that he was accompanying picked up on.
“As you said back in our little meeting, the process the woman is undergoing is another attempt, and quite possibly our most successful one to date, at re-creating the super soldier serum that created Captain America.” The Russian general said to Abdul's unspoken question.
“But if what you've reported to the rest of the alliance is true, then you have something more than just a super soldier.”
“And you are correct. We don't have just another super-spy like Black Widow or even our version of a Captain America.” the Russian general replied. His words clearly hinted at some form of pride he took in what was before them. “What we have....is Superia.”
Abdul didn't respond openly to the woman's given codename. He personally didn't like the idea of code names since he felt in the long run it was an immature indulgence of childish convictions. Before he became what he was now, he was farmhand in the northwest province Azerbaijan and his time for being a child came to an end when he learned that everyday was practically a survival for not only him but his family.
That part of the world was harsh for most but it was his home and home is always worth fighting for.
Back to the situation at hand, Abdul did ask a couple of question as to what Yelena was currently capable of since her assessment reports hadn't been updated recently. Well, recently enough to Abdul's satisfaction.
“Yelena's abilities are considerable. Our best estimates at the moment say she can easily lift several tons with one hand as well as a level of endurance that is very difficult to measure. In fact, most of the baseline limits we use to test her pretty much don't even give us a fair idea what she can do.”
“Does that mean she hasn't used her full enhancements yet?” Abdul started to suspect something was definitely amiss judging by the words the general was using. Had this been some time ago, Abdul wouldn't have questioned it but Natasha Romanov's desertion was the proverbial monkey wrench being thrown into a very careful plan that was too far along to suddenly end.
“Actually, what Yelena has actually become is something we never anticipated. The reports submitted to the others does say she is exceptionally stronger. Easily stronger than you...but that's not all she is capable of.”
Before Abdul could ask the general to elaborate, the general himself had called over one of the technicians that was currently running the equipment that Yelena was currently connected with to bring over a tech pad.
“Back during World War II, our forces fought alongside the Americans because not only was it in our own interest to stop Hitler and his allies, both terrestrial and extraterrestrial, but it was because everyone knew that when the war was over there was going to be a significant change of the status-quo. Those nuclear bombs that were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki were definitely one form of a game changer/” the man said while accessing specific information about the woman in front of them.
“One form?” Abdul suspect what other game changers might have come from the war. Then again, it would be hard not to make that guess in the first place.
“What the America Government didn't know was that there was more than one spy hiding out in the facility that was working on creating Captain America. While the spy from Hilter's ranks probably had standing orders to kill everything in sight if the experiment was a success, our spy was to gather as much intel as possible before reporting back.” the general replied while pulling up the information about the spy's mission parameters and what data was collected throughout the mission itself. “When he reported back that the American's second attempt was a success but also reported that all critical information to the process itself was lost, we had decided to go about other means of getting said missing information.”
The general scrolled down on the tech pad to show the next bit of information to his comrade. Abdul couldn't quite read all of the Russian writing but he gleamed enough to get the context of what the old file report contained.
“No surprise that Captain America can bleed but I didn't think he would leave that much on the ground.” Abdul said outloud to what he had read.
“One thing we know for certain about the Super Soldier's abilities is that he has a rather significant regeneration ability. Nothing as strong as the one called Weapon-X but enough to where he could survive several rounds in some vital spots. Since he wasn't too worried of bleeding out on the battlefield, Steve Rogers left a lot of his blood just laying around.”
Abdul didn't have to voice his thoughts on what he knew what the general would say next. It was actually best course of action one could take if they were after something that came from a moving target. Abdul let the man speak as though what they did in the past came from unbelievable cunning that only the Russian government was capable of.
If there was one thing Abdul had learned in dealing with people like this Russian general, it was that they all had egos that probably equaled in size to their country if not the world. They also may have said that they have no interest in taking the world for themselves but that was something to deal with at a later time.
After the Russian general finished his rather mindless rabble about how they collected Steve Rogers' spilled blood and have been experimenting on it since the days of World War II, Abdul asked the man point blank what it was that connected Steve's blood to Yelena and the machines that were attached to her.
“Over the years, we've both examined and experimented each cell of every blood sample we've collected. We've learned as much as we can in regards to how the Super Soldier came to be but not enough to recreate the process itself. The next step after that dead end was to see if cloning the blood and then infusion of cloned blood would recreate the results.”
“And did it?” Abdul asked but was shown the result of several attempts on the tech pad's screen.
“Each attempt of cloned blood infusion had the subject violating rejecting it.” the general replied while showing the end result of each test subject's rejection.
Abdul wasn't bothered by what he saw, each subject dying while clearly being in intense pain nor how many test subjects they had gone through until now.
“So what exactly is different with this woman than all the other people you've experimented on?”
“The infusion delivery and it's all thanks to some information that we obtain from the scientific geniuses at the Baxter Building.” the general showed the information that he was referring to and the author of the research data. “Dr. Susan Storm had developed a unique means of infusion via utilizing the plasma of a compatible blood donor and from how I understand it, bio-energy wave manipulation. To put it simply, charging the blood so as to replenish and revitalize at the same time of the infusion.”
“And I take it that this medical procedure was only intended for typical blood and plasma, not atypical like Steve Rogers which led to Yelena's unique condition?” Abdul looked at both the tech pad and at the woman while piecing all the information together in his head.
“That was one of the factors we contribute to her current status. The other was the fact that when she was recovered after what happened with her and Natasha in their last meeting, Yelena was clinically dead. She was put on ice easily enough to be transported back to Russia and was revived via this medical procedure.”
The Russian general showed the last of the information about Yelena, how she was revived and the result from the procedure. Again, Abdul didn't really showed emotion at what he saw but kept his silence when the general added his opinion about what was done to Yelena.
“Even in death our operatives still serve a purpose for the glory of Mother Russia. Had that test failed, it was still no big loss and there were still plenty of volunteers. But I doubt that they would produce the results that this woman has. The ferocity of a natural disaster in the most elegant of figures.”
Abdul had gotten some significant information but there were several questions that hadn't been answered just yet. “Does she require constant injections? Because if that is the case, then she isn't as viable as you made her out to be.”
“From what I've been told, it's both yes and no.” the general began to elaborate since even he knew what Abdul would ask right hearing that response. “The injections she's getting now follow along the same lines as a person who is suffering from diabetes. She needs these injection until her body can naturally produce what we are giving her artificially. Our scientists have projected that she would need four more sessions before what has been done to her takes hold.”
“And how long do these sessions take?” Abdul felt his patience starting to wear thin because right now it felt like he had wasted his time in dealing with a used car salesman who was trying to make a lemon seem like a vintage car.
“24 hours but she's more than ready for deployment.” the general replied while walking up to Yelena so as to make sure what he said next was clearly heard by her. “Especially when her target is Natasha Romanov.”
The monitor that displayed her vital signs clearly showed that not only Yelena heard what the Russian general but the name he said to her seemed to easily rile up the woman that Abdul had almost assumed was possibly in a coma-like state while she was in the chair. The smirk that appeared on the general's face could attest to that.
“I won't go into the exact details but suffice it to say, Yelena is definitely looking for some payback.”
Abdul looked at the general and then back at Yelena before he made his decision about giving this mission to the woman. He had a better understanding about the woman now than he did before, at the very least more on her mental state. The idea that Yelena would undertake this mission for the benefit of revenge didn't really play much of a factor in what was expected of her. In fact, Abdul did agree with the others in the cabal that if she would either be captured or killed, they would prefer her to be killed at least.
And if all goes well enough, when either they or Nick Fury send Yelena to Hell, Natasha would be right along side her for the ride.
“Burn a traitor to destroy an empire.” Abdul said outloud to no one in particular but was clearly heard by both the Russian general and Yelena.
The general himself didn't really say much in response other than a 'hmm' but Yelena had a more passionate response despite the fact she couldn't give voice to her words.
'Oh, you will burn, Natasha. Not even the fires of Hell can compare to what I will do to you.'
-Back in New York-
Web swinging among the skyscrapers of the city, Peter Parker in his Spider-Man uniform had taken to the responsibilities that came with his abilities more seriously than before. Especially with two recent events.
It had been a week since he had basically raped a woman and left her in God knows what condition. He had gone back to try and find the woman and see what he could do about his actions. The only thing he found out was that the woman was found by the people that worked the night shift at the warehouse and was taken to a hospital after the whole incident was reported to the police. Peter had contemplated about asking the police for any information about the woman, to at the very least accept the consequences of his actions.
However, it didn't take long to learn, and not even from the police for this bit of information, that the hospital that the woman was sent to was also the same one that suffered a very mysterious fire outbreak. There were several people reported dead as a result of the fire and since Peter didn't know the name of the woman and just barely remember what she looked like so he couldn't tell if she was one of the victims. It was definitely a dead end and there was nothing more Peter could think of that he could do.
The only thing he could think of was to wait for her to make some noise about how Spider-Man had raped her. The Daily Bugle would jump all over that bit of news the same way piranhas would with a slab of beef thrown into the river.
In fact, whenever Peter did his job there as a part-time web designer, he waited for his boss J. Jonah Jameson to scream out to both Robby Robertson and Ben Ulrich to get into his office to write out the story of the 'Spider-Raper'. He knew it wouldn't be too long before that particular shoe would drop right on his head or kick him square in his nuts and all he could do was wait for it anyways.
During the time that Peter was waiting for that to come back and bite him in the ass while he worked at his desk at the Daily Bugle, Peter had a thought that occurred to him about the events prior to his encounter with the street hooker. He remembered the two women that had a little impromptu fight on the rooftop.
Peter didn't know who the woman under the “Black Cat” outfit was but he did remember the other one was a mercenary named Elektra Natchios. True both women were as smoking hot as some of the women posted on both billboards and internet videos but it was something that was said during their fight that Peter couldn't believe he had overlooked.
Black Cat screamed at Elektra that she would send the mercenary back to her master, telling him that 'she was not her father'.
Peter realized that bit of information clearly told him more when he applied it to what he already knew. According to what was known about Elektra, she was definitely a high-class mercenary that didn't just work for chump change. Peter didn't know too many people in the city that had deep pockets but he also knew the list couldn't be that long as well. He added the piece of information about the first meeting he had with Black Cat in that she was coming from an office building where she had stolen something. Not much details were giving on what was stolen but that was more than enough to make the connection that it wasn't something that could be considered legit.
With what he knew and adding in a little common sense from life experiences as a vigilante, Peter ran an internet search with the terms 'Kingpin', 'Wilson Fisk', and 'cat burglar' as reference. The first news article that came from his internet search was one about a trial involving a man named Jack Hardy. From what was reported on the trial, the man was caught during a botched robbery attempt of some precious jewels. The article was on the front page and there was a picture that showed both Jack and a little girl walking from the courthouse. The caption for the picture said that the girl was Jack's daughter, Felicia Hardy.
The second Peter looked at the girl's eyes, he instantly recognized them as the same kind of eyes he had looked into when Black Cat removed her mask just enough so her eyes could be seen clearly.
It was then everything clicked into placed like someone had just flipped the light switch. But with that realization came another that Peter couldn't ignore. His method of investigation wasn't all that sophisticated. No different than someone with an iphone looking something up on Google. Even looking up Felicia Hardy's address was just as simple.
That meant someone like Wilson Fisk, who paid off countless people to beat a murder charge in which the very act was recorded live and shown to the public, had better resources and probably already knew what Peter had just learned.
It was at that moment when the realization hit Peter that he moved as fast as he possible could out of his workstation towards to the roof of the Daily Bugle building and swung as fast as he could towards Felicia's home. The only factor that worked in Peter's favor was that Felicia lived in one of the high-priced apartment buildings in the city so it wouldn't take too long to reach the destination.
But when Peter got to the building itself, the question he had as to where Felicia's apartment would be was answered when he saw two very recognizable people holding someone that Peter quickly identified as the little girl from the old news article that was now a mature woman.
'Damn, gotta move fast!' Peter thought to himself when he saw that Wilson Fisk had Felicia by her throat up against the wall off of her feet with Elektra having one of her weapons right next to Felicia's face as well.
Peter didn't exactly hear what was being said by the Kingpin but he didn't care since there was someone he knew about to be hurt by someone who made a living hurting people just because he could.
“Whoa boy! I haven't seen you this anger except the time the colonel wouldn't tell you his recipe for secret herbs and spices!” Spider-Man yelled out with the intent of getting the attention of Wilson Fisk.
“You?!” Wilson whipped his head around when he heard the one familiar voice that belonged to one person who had caused him more problems since the days he first started building his criminal empire. “Why are you always interfering with things that do not concern you?!”
Spider-Man had expected that kind of reaction from the large man. The criminal mastermind had made his opinion known that he view the teenage vigilante as a thorn in his side that he could not wait to be rid of.
But because of Spider-Man's unexpected arrival, Wilson and Elektra took their attention off of Felicia long enough for the woman to capitalize on the distraction. Spider-Man watched as the woman struck Elektra so as to fall back away from her and followed up with several strikes and kicks on Wilson to break his grip on her throat. Spider-Man saw that Elektra was about to make a move against Felicia and so decided to stop her first since Wilson was definitely dazed by the punch to his jaw.
If it wasn't for his spider-sense and agility, Spider-Man would have probably been badly cut if not stabbed by the female mercenary. The woman was definitely skilled in the use of her weapons but Spider-Man had the better momentum at the moment which allowed him to get behind the woman and grab hold of both of her arms to keep her sai weapons at bay.
“Hey, hot pants, why don't you just calm down before someone gets hurt?!” Spider-Man practically yelled out while keeping Elektra's arms away from him so she couldn't hurt at the moment.
Elektra didn't reply other than kicking out one of Spider-Man's legs to cause him to lose his stance long enough for her to break his hold on him and flip him over and off of her. Spider-Man was surprised when one of his legs was kicked out but he managed to anticipate what Elektra was going to do next. Going on instinct in this fight, Spider-Man angled his body right after Elektra had flipped him over her so he had a clear shot with his web shooters. He fired a point blank web shot at Elektra's face which blinded the woman and forced her to put all of her efforts to removing the web cover from her face.
Spider-Man figured he had a minute or two before Elektra freed herself from his web shot. It would have to be enough to deal with the human boulder that came running right at him.
“You will not interfere with my affairs anymore!” Wilson yelled out as he close the distance between him and Spider-Man.
“Wow! For you big elephant in Armani clothes, you sure can move fast!” Spider-Man said while getting himself ready for a rather unexpected move on his part.
Spider-Man waited until he saw Wilson jump at him as if to tackle him to the ground. The teenager rolled on his back while putting both of his feet into Wilson's chest and grabbing his arms while making sure Wilson hadn't grabbed onto his own. Using his spider-strength and Wilson's own momentum, Spider-Man sent the large man flying into the wall right behind him. Spider-Man wasn't sure if he had badly hurt Wilson Fisk since he crashed through the wall but didn't care since it bought him the opening he needed at the moment.
“Like that move? Saw that in a Jackie Chan movie last night.” Spider-Man said to Fisk whose only reply was a groan of pain.
Quickly looking around, Spider-Man saw that Elektra was still trying to get the web off of her face. Her muffled curses that he could hear gave him the impression if the woman didn't hate him before, she definitely hated him and was already thinking of numerous ways for her to stab him with her blade weapons. Spider-Man also noticed that Felicia wasn't around in the room either. He quickly ran out the front door of the apartment and looked around to see where she was heading so he could catch up to her.
To his left was the elevator which didn't show any lit up numbers of either going down or heading up.
To his right was the fire exit and door itself was still slowly closing when he looked in that direction.
Going on a hunch, Spider-Man headed up to the rooftop. It was a 50/50 chance that was where Felicia was heading since her apartment was nearer to the rooftop than it was to the lobby. He also had the idea that maybe if the Kingpin was following her than Felicia thought that he might get stuck or wouldn't be able to move fast on stairs. Additional thought Spider-Man had about the large man was maybe the stair was the only means of him getting up this high since he figured the man exceeded the weight limit of the elevator anyways.
With his speed, Spider-Man got to the rooftop in a matter of seconds and he located Felicia at the far end of the rooftop that was overlooking the Hudson River. It would seem that this was the first time he had actually seen this woman as herself. When she wore her Black Cat outfit there was no doubt in Spider-Man's mind that she wanted to give off the vibe of almost pure sexuality. Wasn't all that hard since it was a black leather-like outfit that showed off all the right curves and she definitely wasn't hesitant in showing off her impressive breasts.
But now, in her civilian clothes as it were, Spider-Man almost had a hard time to believe this was the same woman as before. Actually, it was almost like Spider-Man was seeing a live example of a before-and-after. When he first saw the picture of Felicia when she was kid, clearly it was taken at a huge turning point in her life. Now he was seeing what happened as a result of that turning point. The forlorn look on her face was more than proof of that.
He might've contemplated more as to why the woman had a forlorn look on her face as she stared out to the world but considering that they had only seconds to spare, he figured it would best to do this kind of contemplation
“Hey, Felicia! We better get going before a weird twisted version of 'Jake and the Fatman' comes after us.” Spider-Man quickly moved over to the woman with the full intent of taking to the skyline of the city as a means of an escape.
“He killed my father.”
Those words instantly stopped Spider-Man in his tracks. The emotion he heard in Felicia's voice was as honest as it could be. It also told him how much she cared for her father just by saying those four words.
Felicia looked right at Spider-Man, right in his eyes when she continued. “He gave up my father to the police just to satisfy some deal with some crooked cops and corrupt judges. He even ordered to have my father killed while he was in Riker's Island so he couldn't use what he knew about Fisk for a more lenient sentence. The fat bastard even told me and my father, straight to our faces, before the trial that he would use his connections so my father would never even spend a day in jail.”
Felicia began rummaging through a knapsack she had with her while she spoke. “It wasn't until after my father's death did I learn Wilson set him up all along.”
Spider-Man couldn't help but feel sympathetic to the woman after hearing her story. It made sense to him for he had been the same position as Felicia was currently in. The guy that killed his uncle was easily caught by Spider-Man and he could have easily ended the man's life without anyone knowing it was him. It was hard not to see her viewpoint and even harder to think of the words that could convince her of getting off her current course of action.
“Look, I get it. You want to stick it to the Kingpin and that's a noble goal but you're going to get yourself killed if you don't stop what you're doing.” Spider-Man said to Felicia which got a response he didn't expect from her.
“You don't know me! You don't know what I've been through! All I had was my father and Wilson Fisk got rid of him just because all he cared about was keeping his other crooked friends happy.”
Spider-Man saw her retrieve the item from her knapsack and was puzzled by it. At first glance it was a broken stone tablet with some writing on it that he had never seen before. If this was what Felicia had stolen when they had first met awhile back than what could someone like Fisk want it for?
“What is that?” Spider-Man knew it was a rather dumb question but maybe the cat burglar actually knew what it was.
“Don't know but it's something he wants. And if it's something he wants then I'm going to take it and everything else he has away. This is the first and I won't stop until he has nothing left....and then I'll take his life.” Felicia replied with a tone of malice in her voice appearing her last words. More than enough to tell Spider-Man that she was as dead serious as anyone could be in doing the deed herself.
Before else could be said between the two, the rooftop exit door slammed open and two very angry-looking people shot murderess looks at them once they saw them.
“Give me that tablet!” Fisk yelled out as both he and Elektra made a mad dash at both Felicia and Spider-Man.
Out of the corner of his eye, Spider-Man watched as Felicia gave a Kingpin a smile that he had seen one too many times from the bullies in high school. The kind someone gives just before they do something that the person whom the smile they are giving to was not going to like. The second after he saw Felicia smile, he watched as the woman turned towards the river and threw the tablet as hard as she could. All four people watched as best as they could as the stone tablet went flying and made a rather significant splash and sank out of sight into the river.
Felicia looked right back at Wilson Fisk to see his expression and even Spider-Man noticed that the man looked like he had lost something precious. That confused Spider-Man but at least gave him a hint as to how much value the big man had for the object.
“To tell you the truth, I'm glad I did it right in front of you. That's just for starters. I'm going to take everything you have.” Felicia said with a clear hint of malice in her voice.
Spider-Man might've suspected that the woman had a much more darker side to her if she actually took enjoyment in what she just did. But whatever musings he might've had were instantly cut short when he saw Elektra throw one of her sais right at Felicia and hitting her in her chest area.
It was like slow-motion for Spider-Man, to watch as Felicia fell backwards from being hit with the mercenary's weapon and the look of shock on her fact as she stared right into his own eyes with hers. Being so close to the edge of the rooftop, Spider-Man wasn't fast enough to stop Felicia from falling over side.
He would have easily followed her to see if he can still save her but was stopped in his tracks when his spider-sense warned him of an incoming attack. Apparently Elektra wanted to settle the score much sooner than Kingpin did for the she lunged right at him with her sai at the ready for a strike.
Spider-Man dodged two strikes but couldn't dodge the feint kick that practically came out of nowhere and got him right in his gut. With the air knocked out of his lungs, Spider-Man was off-balance long enough for Elektra to follow up with another kick to send him over the side of the rooftop.
On instinct, Spider-Man fired a web-line that got Elektra's right arm which combined with his own weight over the ledge pulled her with him. It was either sheer luck of coincidence but Spider-Man noticed right away that the two of them were on the side of the building where Felicia's apartment was located. He managed to time it just right and got the both of them to be basically flung right into the apartment.
Though they crashed through the glass doors easily enough, Spider-Man was the one who hit some fallen furniture when they both landed.
Spider-Man might've made a comment on how Felicia had already lost her security deposit considering the mess of the place was when he first arrived but the second his mind had Felicia in it caused a different track of thoughts to happen. His mind replayed the last moment he looked into Felicia's eyes. A surge of emotions could be seen in her gaze with his mind playing out the moment one nanosecond at a time. It all told Peter something he should have known from the very beginning when he first made his way over to this building.
If he came across the Kingpin, he knew for a fact the large man would not hesitate in any way to eliminate anything that stood in the way of his goals. Killing someone was definitely not a task he wasn't afraid to do with his own hands. That was made clear to all including a man that worked for Fisk before he had his head caved in by the Kingpin personally.
That bit of information should have been more than enough to drive Spider-Man to take Felicia and move her away from the rooftop as fast as he could before the others caught up to them. He tried to think of what was it that made him hesitate instead of doing the right thing but couldn't come up with any answer.
His hesitation at doing the right thing cost someone else their life and it was solely on him. Just like before with his uncle.
Focusing on the present situation, Spider-Man turned to face Elektra and could see right in her eyes that she wasn't leaving until she had done something that would clearly end bloody.
Even though Kingpin would have easily ordered Felicia's death, it was Elektra that did the deed and that was enough to make her the target of his ire.
“Kingpin may pay me more for eliminating you but I also take satisfaction since you've interfered with me too many times as well.”
“Surprised you hadn't made the comment of squashing me like a bug.” Spider-Man replied while dodging Elektra's strikes that came at him almost too fast for him to counter.
The side crack Spider-Man made was along the lines of what he usually said in a fight but his focus was gearing towards eliminating the woman in front of him instead of simply defeating her. There was no doubt from when he first read up on Elektra Natchios, she wouldn't have gotten her rather fearsome reputation unless she had taken lives. How many was the question but Spider-Man had a fair guess that it was easily in the double digits.
To him, Felicia was going to be the last person this woman ever killed. In a way, this determination added more fuel to the fire that came from seeing Elektra take another life as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her.
It was only because of his agility and speed did Spider-Man manage to keep on par with Elektra. But the woman was definitely skilled in fighting difficult opponents and her sai strikes were getting closer. One such strike easily cut diagonally across his mask but didn't cut the skin itself. The cut wasn't enough for his face to be exposed but it was a sign that he had to end the fight now.
The only option Spider-Man could think of on how to take down Elektra was to rely on his spider-sense. He knew there was a risk if he used his spider-sense in this situation, because he felt how aroused he was when he imagined Felicia in her Black Cat costume, his instincts were now telling him to do something else than plant his fist or feet into Elektra's face.
But he knew that if he tried to make a break for it, the possibility of getting the other sai impaled in his back was too great to ignore. Seeing how accurate Elektra was at throwing her weapons she could easily hit him in the air like a clay pigeon. Even if the wound wasn't fatal, it would be hard to explain since the bullet wound he got awhile back wasn't all the noticeable. A stab wound from her weapons, if it wasn't fatal, would be like a guy explaining a bikini tan line and there's no way Aunt May wouldn't suspect something despite whatever song and dance he could do to convince her otherwise.
Spider-Man took in a breath and let his body begin to move how his spider-sense was telling him. He wasn't skilled in any forms of martial arts but he managed to block and counter some of Elektra's moves in their fight. He could see the woman was starting to get frustrated but he could tell that she wasn't about to lose her cool any time soon.
Knowing the fight had to end soon because there was no doubt that by now someone had called the police to see what all the ruckus was going, Spider-Man focused his spider-sense as best as he could to see the moment that would allow him to end the fight right there and then.
Spider-Man felt his body move and counter-move against Elektra's attacks until he grabbed her wrist and used his strength to pin her hand and the sai behind her back. Elektra tried to follow up with an elbow strike but Spider-Man didn't need his spider-sense to know she would try that.
At the same moment he locked up her other arm, what Spider-Man was worried about happened. His instincts were more than strong enough to force his next action which was sinking his fans into the woman's left side of her neck.
Elektra strongly reacted to what she knew was Spider-Man biting her neck. What she didn't know was what was happening because of Spider-Man's teeth in her skin. It was only because of her training in keeping her mind focused in the most unexpected of situations, Elektra was able to determine that teeth hadn't pierced her skin. In a strange way she should have known this was why Spider-Man wore a mask. He was probably more spider than actual man if his fangs in her neck were any indication.
Managing to will herself to act instead of wait until whatever it was that Spider-Man was doing, and she could feel something entering her where his fangs were, Elektra quickly sent a burst of strength to her hand that had the sai weapon and broke free just long for her to raise up and bring down the weapon onto Spider-Man's leg.
It was only by a fraction of a second that Spider-Man moved his leg just enough to avoid getting stabbed directly in the artery that was Elektra's intended target. She did succeed in hitting the leg but at best it was only a flesh wound. If this attack hit practically anyone else, it would have been more than enough for that person to let go on reflex.
But Spider-Man's reflex action was emptying all of his venom in practically one shot. Before whenever the venom was injected into a person, it was both painful and pleasurable at the same time. The combination of the two sensation was strong but manageable even if someone was being exposed to it for the first time.
It was immediate for Elektra with the full force of the venom injection being both something she had never experienced and more than anything she could possibly handle. Elektra had the experssion that she was experiencing something that was making her scream her lungs out of all the possible air she had but there was no sound coming from her mouth. Her eyes slowly rolled back into her head while it still looked like she was screaming for all she could.
Spider-Man's hold on the woman was strong and it increased as a result of his leg being injured. But with one leg injured as it was, both eventually fell to the floor with Spider-Man still pushing every drop of his venom into the woman.
Even though for Elektra it felt like she was trapped in an eternity of both pleasure and pain because of Spider-Man's venom, at best only several minutes had passed. It was when Elektra went completely limp in Spider-Man's grip that it was enough to gain the teenager's attention. Especially when the woman's grip on her weapon was released and the result was moving the bladed weapon while it was still embedded in Spider-Man's leg.
Spider-Man released Elektra and pulled the sai out of his leg. There was some bleeding as a result of the weapon's removal which required some make-shift bandaging using his webs. It wasn't a permanent solution but at the very least he wouldn't leave any traces of himself than he already had.
Getting himself onto his feet, Spider-Man looked at Elektra while she still laid on the floor motionless. He only had enough time to check her pulse and see if she was still breathing but neither sign could be detected. This made him worry a great deal but he hadn't any more time to spare to double check if Elektra was alive or in some kind of coma. The loud banging on the front door followed by someone shouting 'Police! Open up!' was a clear a sign of what Spider-Man had to do next.
It disturbed him that he had basically left one girl for the police before and now he was doing it all over again. The only consoling fact, as little as it was, that he could take out of this was that this time he hadn't raped this mercenary even though she herself was probably worse than that street hooker on every level.
Taking the sai weapon with him, basically because it was coated in his blood and he wasn't about to leave any other possible evidence behind than he already was about to, Spider-Man jumped out of the window just before the police busted their way through the door. The teenager moved as quickly as he could with his leg being injured as it was and reached the rooftop that was three buildings over. From there he looked back at the scene he left and tried to see as much as he could to see what possible fallout from it all.
There were at least four police cars and a dozen or so officers at the scene. Spider-Man couldn't see if there was any sign of Felicia or where she might have hit the ground. So far he saw nothing that looked like someone had just become street pizza but he could only see so much from where he was. As much as he wanted to get a closer look to see if maybe she had survived the fall but was keeping out of sight, Spider-Man had a more impressing issue with his wounded leg. The webbing was keeping him from bleeding all over the place but it wouldn't hold for much longer.
“Damn. Can't keep the wound together like this and my civilian clothes are back at the Daily Bugle. Even if I got to them, I doubt I could make it back home without someone noticing my leg was bleeding. I doubt there is enough bandages at home anyways for something like this.” Spider-Man said to himself while adding extra webbing to the makeshift bandage to reinforce for just a little longer.
Going through his options, there was only three course of actions he could take at the moment.
The first was head back home and fix up the wound himself all the while hoping that Aunt May or their new housemate Gwen doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Aunt May might be fooled for a time but Gwen didn't strike him as the kind that wouldn't skeptical wih someone coming home and has a stab wound on his leg.
The second option was heading to the home of the Baumgartners. He had done so before when he got shot in dealing with the fake Spider-Man but that ended in a very heated discussion about how reckless he was and how damn lucky he wasn't killed. It would be the smart option but from where he was at in the city, it would take more time to reach their place than it would take to reach his own home. Also, there was no guarantee that they would be there or in the middle of moving to the new residence that Lori had chosen in Queens.
That left with his third option and even though it meant having to deal with Nick Fury, there was at least some guarantee that he would keep everything that had transpired more or less between the two of them.
When Spider-Man contemplated going to Fury, another option came to him that he hadn't really considered given the fact of their 'relationship'. But she helped him once and made she could help him again and hopefully Nick Fury wouldn't stick his face in the situation anymore than Spider-Man was sure he had already did.
Luckily for Spider-Man, he remembered the phone he was given right off the top of his head. It wasn't easy finding a payphone that had few people nearby, even with a bird's eye view of the city blocks below him. After finding one and contacting the phone operator to make a collect call to what he figured was an unlisted phone number to begin with, Spider-Man quietly hoped the person he was trying to reach was there.
It took four rings before someone picked up the other end of the line and answered.
“Hello.”
Spider-Man let out a sigh when he heard the voice on the other end and recognized it as the person he was trying to reach. But also realized that he had one shot at this which meant he had to convince the person he was who he said he was.
“Um, hi. Look, I know this is going to sound weird but....it's me.....Spider-Man.”
There was a brief pause before a response came. An expected response when Spider-Man thought about it.
“Yeah right. And I'm the Queen of England.”
“No wait!” Spider-Man said while moving the lower part of his mask a bit since he realized his voice was probably muffled when he first spoke into the receiver. “I am Spider-Man and I can prove it.”
Like a person that was your stereotypical paranoid government conspiracy theorist, Spider-Man actually looked around to see if anyone might be remotely listening to his conversation on the phone. He took in another deep breath but made sure to speak in a low tone of voice for his next set of words. “You...and me...the black van.”
There was again no immediate response but Spider-Man heard what sounded like a shuffle of feet and then audible noise of a door being closed.
“Don't say anymore. And how the Hell did you get this number?” the voice on the other end was now in a hush tone. It might've meant that there was someone else with her and she didn't want them to hear what was going to be said.
“You gave it to me, remember?” Spider-Man replied but kept his mouth shut on the hidden innuendo that he didn't realize he had said until after the fact.
'More I like gave it to her.' the teenager thought to himself before getting serious again. “You told me that if I ever get hurt like that again, don't hesitate to call you.”
“I remember but now is not a good time.” the woman on the other end replied in a still hushed voice.
“Do you think I wouldn't be calling you unless it was an emergency of sorts?” Spider-Man's tone of voice had a hint of anger to it. Hopefully it was to relay the hidden message that this wasn't anything but a serious phone call.
“I don't know. Maybe you're into booty calls and all that.”
Spider-Man had to repress the urge to bang his head against the payphone. He knew there was a chance of their sordid history being dredged up in this conversation but he had hoped that maybe the woman on the other end would understand the seriousness he was conveying in his words to her.
“Maybe for a typical teenager with raging hormones but we both know I'm not typical teenager.”
“But you still are one with raging hormones or did you forget what happened in the van that day?”
Giving out a frustrated sigh at her current attitude, Spider-Man again tried to convince the woman this call was the same as if he was calling 911 instead. “Before any of that happened, you helped me because I had gotten shot while dealing with that imposter who killed someone while using my mask.”
Spider-Man tried one last time to convince her for he was definitely running out of time.
“I haven't told anyone what happened that day. The only thing they know was that Nick Fury arranged it so that I could get some help with my gunshot wound. Whatever happened between us remains between us.”
“That's what you think.” the woman replied which definitely caught Spider-Man's attention. However he wasn't able to ask what it was she meant by it before she spoke up again. “Alright. Meet me at this address in the Bronx.”
Spider-Man managed to write it down when he asked a complete stranger that was walking by for a pen and used part of a poster that was taped to the phone booth itself to write on. The teenager knew the old saying about people who live in New York, about how they've seen practically everything so nothing bothers or surprises them anymore. That was probably the only reason why some complete stranger would give someone in a Spider-Man costume a pen in the first place.
Obviously this person didn't consider him a possible mugger or even a threat of any kind. If anything, Spider-Man was thankful for small mercy such this.
Spider-Man learned how much more difficult it was web-swinging with an injured leg than an injured arm. With some areas where you couldn't keep the momentum going and had to land in order to continue, trying to land on one leg alone wasn't easy even with his agility and strength. More than once did he put some weight on his injured leg when he landed and immediately learned each time he should have done everything he could not to do so again.
By the time he got to the building where he was told to be, the pain coming from his leg was easily worse than it was when Elektra first stabbed it. Fortunately for him Spider-Man was able to simply lower himself to the back entrance of the building and reach the door without no one else noticing him. The door was unlocked as he told it would be if the woman was there waiting for him.
'Hope she's really here and not setting me up for some SHIELD version of getting punk'd.' Spider-Man thought to himself as he quietly entered the building. 'Then again, recent events clearly show my run of luck is definitely not good for even those gas station scratch-offs.'
Inside the building there were some scattered light sources that just illuminated the room so you could see where you were walking at least. From what he managed to see the place gave off a laboratory kind of feel. Not the kind you would expect to see in places like Osborn Industries or Hammer Industries. More like the kind of lab for those independent scientists who were working on their own inventions and theories and weren't funded by big corporations.
Overall, it felt in a very strange sense of the word which was probably because he was something of a scientist, it felt almost like home. Spider-Man figured the feeling came from the fact that once upon a time he was basically taking the same steps to follow his father down the road of being a scientist.
“That's just like me. Here I am with a bad wound and will pretty much start bleeding onto the floor and suddenly I get nostalgic for the days I spend with my faced buried in a science book.” Spider-Man said outloud while looking for a chair so he could simply sit down and give his injured leg a rest.
“And here I was under the impression that being a male teenager, you would much prefer your face buried in something other than a book.”
Turning to see who it was with a sense of apprehension because Spider-Man knew his spider-sense could never warn him of any other threats other than immediate ones, he was glad when he recognized who the owner of the voice was. He didn't even realize that he was holding his breath until he let it go.
“I could argue that I'm not your typical teenager and you could easily agree with that, Mrs. Pym.” Spider-Man said while taking a seat with a chair he found next to a vacant desk area. “But for now, before we do any form of debate, how's about we take care of the red mess I'm starting to leave on this vacant and just recently unused floor.”
Janet looked down and noticed there was a small pool of blood beginning to form next to what was safe to assume was the injured leg. She could also see that there was a considerable red blot from the webbing on his leg.
“What exactly is the story behind your wound this time? Last time it was a police officer getting a lucky shot off.” Janet asked while walking over to the teenager while carrying a rather bulky looking metallic brief case. Spider-Man quickly recognized the case as the same one that the woman had with her when she helped patch him up last time. He clearly remembered the injection he got for his gunshot wound definitely helped him feel better within an hour or two.
He didn't like the idea but Spider-Man remembered how he might have some pull with Janet but only if his theory about his venom still had some backing to it. Might be as good a time as any to do a trial test but first things first. Dealing with a wound that a simple band-aid won't fix.
“Well the cliff note version is that I got in between a fight with some not nice people and one of them got me in the leg with a blade.” Spider-Man said while removing the webbing on his leg so to show Janet the nature of the wound.
“You do know my doctorates aren't the kind that says I know how to treat wounds of any kind. I barely know how do to deal with a paper cut.” Janet replied while examining the injury.
“You expect me to believe that when you personally took on the Hulk by yourself when he went rampaging through the city? You've at least shown you can think on your feet, right?” Spider-Man didn't add the fact that when Janet went up against the Hulk, she had basically flashed him to get his attention. Having seen what she had underneath her clothes, Spider-Man could easily vouch that those pair of guns would get anyone's attention.
“Only when the situation demands it. Fortunate for you, that won't be required here.” Janet, as required for her field of expertise, had some significant experience with human biology and could tell that whatever it was that caused this injury wasn't some kind of knife found at any local hardware aisle of a shopping center. “What exactly caused this? And don't tell me it was some punk that got lucky since this doesn't look like any kind of knife.”
Before Spider-Man could reply, Janet spoke up first. “There is a main wound but I can see that there are two others that are evenly spaced from the first one. What exactly happened?”
Spider-Man sighed before he decided to answer. After he removed his mask, Peter looked right into Janet's eyes and recounted the events.
It took about two minutes to tell Janet on what he went through recently trying to stop a man by the name of Wilson Fisk. Peter wasn't all that surprised that Janet somehow gave a confused expression when he mentioned Fisk and it was in regards to criminal activity.
“Why are you getting into the affairs of this city's biggest philanthropist? And why are you making it sound like he's anything but a philanthropist?” Janet asked while looking back at the wound again and finding it hard to believe it was caused by a mercenary's weapon.
“Are you kidding? Haven't you seen any of the recent headlines about that guy? And also, he's definitely the biggest something that is completely different than being a philanthropist.” Peter had a hard time in believing that someone like Janet hadn't heard the kind of person Wilson Fisk truly was.
“Sorry but most of the time we're making the headlines in the news, not reading the other ones that really aren't worth being concerned over.” Janet replied while inspecting the wound and could see how a sai weapon could do this kind of damage. She also noticed that if had been one inch over then his artery in the leg would easily have been pierced and he would have bled out and die long ago. Only pure luck is what saved the teenager this time, that was what Janet thought.
“That fat sack of lies was filmed crushing a man's head with his bare hands. The only reason why he left the country was because it would have been an open-and-shut case for any prosecutor in the city. And the only reason why he's back is because he paid off enough people to get the video thrown out of court. That kind of corruption should easily tell you that he's got enough people who are working for him in areas of both city and even government offices. People of such offices I seriously doubt will do a favor of any kind, especially help beat a murder rap, unless the figure they are given is in the 7-digit range.”
Janet was caught off guard by the rather passionate response Peter had given her. It was probably also because of the information she was just given about the man. She could also see in Peter's eyes that he wasn't lying about anything which made her wonder what kind of life Peter actual led when everything she currently knew pointed to him being a teenager that didn't know the real world like she did.
Like fending off a world wide invasion from aliens that helped out the Nazis back in World War II as the prime example.
Peter calmed himself down since he did realize a little too late that when he had stood up while speaking his mind to Janet about Wilson Fisk, he had somehow managed to actually make the wound worse. The sudden jolt of pain that shot right up his spine was a clear indication of his leg.
“If there's one thing I know about this line of profession you've decided to get yourself involved in, it's that you should make something that's very bad any worse than it already is.” Janet said while basically pushing Peter so he would sit right back down on the chair. “By the way, I do believe you on what you say about Fisk. After everything I've seen, which really can only be best described as science fiction made real at times, I shouldn't be surprised that there are somethings in what is considered the 'normal world' that aren't what they seem.”
“Was the reluctance because Fisk has made some financial contribution to SHIELD and The Ultimates?” Peter asked while Janet began to work on what Peter figured was the same serum that she had injected him with before.
“Not entirely sure how many people are the financial backers of the organization. Tony Stark could be one of the major but with all the connections we have to the various government agencies, it could be safe to say that the whole of the United States is backing S.H.I.E.L.D.” Janet replied while performing the final touches to the rather high-tech medical device. “But I have a feeling that's going to chance real soon once....”
Peter's curiosity was definitely peaked when Janet stopped in mid-sentence. Of course there were multiple ideas as to what Janet might be referring to since even Peter was well aware of elements in both the public and private sectors that still had some resentment towards S.H.I.E.L.D.
But when he asked what was going within S.H.I.E.L.D., the small hope of maybe Nick Fury being too busy and leaving him and the girls alone for a long while became something else and it wasn't what could be considered a good thing.
“Um, just to make sure my hearing hasn't gone....could you please say that again.” Peter asked while actually checking to make sure there was nothing in his ears to obstruct any sounds. He also wanted to make sure that maybe he was bleeding out of his ears because of a head trauma he had just recently suffered since there was a time before he had taken a shot to the head that caused his left ear to bleed a bit.
“Natasha Romanov, better known to the world and hormonal teens like yourself as Black Widow, has gone rogue just like the way it's said in all those spy movies.” Janet had to fight back a sigh when she repeated herself. She was well aware that the rest of the world, or at least those that are addicted to social media sites and such, were completely unaware of the recent meeting with her, Nick Fury and the rest of the Ultimates.
She even remembered how Nick basically told them through a clenched jaw that might actually have the strength to either make a diamond or crush one. Janet had seen the man when he was dealing with several things at once many times over when she and her husband joined up with the Ultimates and none of those times did it ever hint for her that the Top Cop of the World was angry. That alone meant if someone like Nick Fury was angry, it was for a deadly serious reason in every sense of the term.
It wasn't until that thought about Nick Fury's stance on the subject did Janet realize something. Information like this was easily considered classified above 'Top Secret'. The kind of level where it's shoot-on-sight if the information was divulged so willingly like she had just done.
“Any idea why she went rogue? I mean, it's not like they don't pay her, do they? That and being part of the team that saved the world, it would be a weird kind of insanity to suddenly throw all that away.” Peter asked, his confusion clear on his face.
“Don't know. Even Nick Fury isn't positive and he's usually the kind of person that knows the smallest of details. The only thing he asked of us was if there any indication that Natasha would do something like this. Nothing came to mind but then again, she is a professional super spy so she might have been, you know, deep undercover this whole time.” Janet readied the medical device to inject Peter with the solution. “Alright, because of the nature and location of the wound, I'm going to have to inject this into the artery in your wounded leg. The bleeding will stop shortly but you'll have to take it easy on the leg for at least a day.”
Peter nodded his head in acknowledgment and watched as Janet pressed the barrel of the inject gun against where the artery in his leg was and pulled the trigger. He grunted in response to the chemical being injected through the skin. It was like before when Janet helped treat him for this gunshot wound. It was gradual, the pain from the wound itself slowly faded away and some of his leg's strength returned. After the injection, Janet had some spare gauze with her and used it to wrap up the leg properly this time.
When she finished, Janet looked right into Peter's eye to make sure he understood her next words. “Keep what you heard about Natasha to yourself. Nick told us that if someone like Natasha has gone rogue, there are many people in governments all over the world that would do everything they can to hunt her down.”
“Why? Because of the secrets she has of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or all the secrets she's compiled over the years?” Peter could only guess at the possible reasons behind the spy's actions. But taking into the fact that who it was, Peter knew there was a very fine limit to the kinds of guess he could make.
“Don't know the exact details of her life. She wasn't the kind of person that put everything she did on her Facebook page. The only thing that was established about Natasha and a fact she herself was actually very proud of was that to have been in the spy business for as long as she has was no small feat. Each day after 10 years of service is like a life time achievement in of itself.” Janet replied while putting all items back into the case.
When she finished, Janet took a look at Peter as he got up himself and tested the bandaged leg on manuverablity.
“Hey, don't strain yourself. What I gave you will work but not if you're going to go and get yourself into another fight.” Janet felt something akin to nostalgia when she said that.
She was what her generation was considered a nerd in school and had a crush on some of the jocks on the sports teams and she remembered one of them where she had helped patch him up after training or a game and he would either do something just as excessive almost right after Janet had practically put him back together. He would laugh it off saying that what he did next was nothing compared to the 'rigors of football.'
Following that trip down that particular memory lane brought a blush to Janet's face. Before she met Hank in college, Janet's sex life focused solely on that jock and how secretive they were both in and out of school with their relationship. Especially the time when the both of them were nearly caught while imitating the 'beast of the two backs' in the school's weight training room.
Peter, after he had made sure the bandage and what remained of his suit's pants leg was good enough for movement, noticed the blush appearing on Janet's face while it looked like she was staring off into the distance.
The teenager first looked at the direction the woman's gaze was at to see if there was something that caught her attention. After noticing there was nothing interesting in that direction, Peter turned to ask Janet what she was doing.
As with before, the serum that Janet had injected into Peter had the same effect as an aphrodisiac. Even though the clothing she had on was kind of bland to what she usually wore whenever she was seen in public or on some interview, Peter was already picturing what was underneath all of it.
If Peter's mind wasn't starting to fog up with the concept of what he was ready to do with the adult woman, he might've made a joke at himself that he could remember all the elements on the periodic table but would completely oblivious to the people who make the hottest couple and Janet had make such a list when the Ultimates were introduced. The only thing he could remember the most about Janet was the location of a birthmark she had just above her very firm ass.
A fact no interviewer had uncovered and reported to the public.
Janet didn't know how long she had been replaying the memory of her and the football player going through their own version of a 'huddle'. It was only when Peter made lip contact with her did she realize her situation but only briefly. Janet was still to engrossed in her memory to realize that she was kissing a teenager. Her mind was believing it was the football player because before Peter himself, he was the most animal in the sack in her view.
The two engaged in a rather heated kiss, probably more so for Peter because of the his body being affected more by Janet's serum than his usual hormone drive. Eventually, and with considerable reluctance on her part, Janet managed to break the kiss and voiced what she hope were words of reasons.
“Look, we can't let what happened last time happen again.” Janet actually wanted to add, 'no matter how much we, how much I want to' but managed to bite her tongue in time.
“I-I-I know. I just...I don't know what came over me.” Peter quickly realized that his body was demanding actions of a sexual nature with the woman. It was a demand that was taking quite possibly all of his willpower to suppress and Peter realized it was a losing battle at this rate. He could even feel his body starting to shake.
Peter turned his gaze away from Janet and put his will in to getting his body to begin moving away from Janet as fast as he could. A speed that turned out to be basically one step about every 60 seconds.
During this slow-motion escape on Peter's part, Janet herself finding herself into something of an unexpected conundrum in where the woman part of her wanted more of what Peter had given her the last time. Her rational side was telling that the last time was more than enough or it should have been more than enough since if this ever came out as a rumor, then the public opinion of the Ultimates would take one hell of a hit despite the fact they had saved the world from an alien invasion.
Since Nick never confronted her about it, it led Janet to believe that....
It was practically like a thunder strike in her mind. Janet remembered that prior to Natasha going rogue, the two of them had a conversation where Natasha knew she and Peter were intimate. She even said that she made sure Nick would never learn of it either and if there was anyone in the world capable of keeping secrets from someone like Nick Fury, it was easily Natasha.
The more the woman thought about it, the more it made some kind of sense. Natasha said that she would keep quiet about what happened between her and the teenager in return of a 'favor' later on. Janet knew it was easy for to mistake that whole scenario for something else entirely. Like either the woman had a habit of ensuring some kind of alliance no matter where she was at or felt like she needed something to use against just her and her alone.
The other members on the team could easily have one or two secrets that Natasha could use on them and Janet figured that the spy already had some in her back pocket.
Janet's mind ran through as many possible scenarios that she could come up on her about what Natasha would do with the favor she could blackmail from her. Her area of expertise was in microbiology and a few similar fields so thinking along the lines of a person with extensive experiences in espionage wasn't something she had ever considered. The only thing, the absolutely only thing she could come up with connected to the idea that Nick had said to her about the kind of game he and Natasha were used to playing.
Do the unexpected especially when you think you have no moves left.
The only move she could think of was the the kind her body was now demanding to make. When Peter Parker was about two yards away from her, Janet's body screamed into her mind about 'To Hell with the consequences and finally enjoy it'.
In the time between hearing that scream in her mind to when she actually followed through with the demand, Janet's perception of time stretched out the seconds to what felt like hours, even days for her. It was a solid sign of how much of a battle she was at with herself in going through what her body wanted and what her weakening rational side of her was completely against.
Unexpectedly, or rather expectantly of someone under the influence of Peter's venom, Janet shot out her arm and stopped Peter in his slow attempt to leave the building. Peter was somewhat shocked when he felt an iron grip on his arm but was quickly replaced by the shock of the grown woman pulling him in close to give him one hot searing kiss on his lips.
There was actually a reason for her current actions. Janet knew it was morally wrong in what she was doing. Not to mention about as illegal as all Hell but there was a part of her that didn't care and wanted it so bad. Even though Janet was married to Hank Pym, things had been far from any kind of normal martial status. She had even considered before her last encounter with Peter to explore the relationship she had with Steve Rogers.
Overall, Janet wanted to be loved just like any other woman and of all the people she had met in her life, Peter Parker gave her the love she craved. Right now, damn the consequences and backlash from the media and S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury. Even for a moment, she wanted to be loved as passionately as her body could handle.
Peter managed to return the passionate kiss he was receiving from Janet and then used his enhanced strength to easily lift the woman up by her waist and carry her over to one of the tables nearby. Janet did gasp when she felt herself being lifted up but quickly responded by locking her legs around Peter's waist and her arms around his neck. Once Janet was steady on the table top, she quickly removed Peter's upper part of his Spider-Man's uniform and started assaulting his neck.
Peter enjoyed the feeling but also found it hard to return the favor in removing Janet's clothes. He did managed to remove her bra but only because when he reached up from behind to remove her shirt did he undo the bra's strap. That was enough for Janet to get the idea and help out with removing her upper garments. Once her torso was completely free of fabric, Peter managed to take the time to marvel at the Asian woman's rather prefect set of breasts. It was not that Peter had seen many naked breasts to compare to, mostly because he never saw either Black Cat or Elektra's naked chests, but Janet's bust was definitely in her own league.
'Better not mention that to Laura or the other girls. If they catch wind of this little romp, I'm more than sure I might lose the family jewels if they don't kill me first.' Peter thought to himself moments before he took one of Janet's breasts into his mouth and began to suck on it.
Janet let out a groan when Peter began to intimately touch her left breast. Even more so when he began to massage her right while using his thumb to tease her erect nipple. The woman practically held the teenager's head in place with both hands in an almost death grip. What he was doing so well was done only by one other person Janet had sex with and it wasn't with her husband. The teenager was clearly experienced and that just made the woman feel hotter with what she knew was to come.
Peter gave as much attention as he could for both of Janet's tits. He even used his teeth to nibble on them and his tongue to lightly swirl them in his mouth. He got the best reaction from Janet when he even pulled on her nipples with his teeth. The woman could feel herself getting wetter just by Peter's teasing. Wanting more, Janet managed to pull Peter's head away from her chest and gave him one more passionate kiss before whispering to Peter to take off the rest of his clothes.
The teenager vigilante might've thought about the fact he still had an injured leg that was bandaged but his more primal instinct totally ignored that and practically ordered Peter to follow with the woman's desire.
In what was considered record time for removing clothing and not ripping them off completely, both individuals were naked and resumed their feverishly make-out session. But this time, Janet was again on Peter with her legs and arms wrapped around him. It was still easy since Janet was like a feather with his enhanced strength but it was also easy for Janet to tell how aroused Peter was. His cock was easily pressing for entry into her womanhood but Janet wanted to try a couple of things first. She knew enough that Peter wasn't a novice in pleasuring a woman but there were plenty of tricks that she knew of that she could teach him.
It was a bit difficult but Janet got down from Peter and then had him sit on the table tip she was just recently on.
“Now, let me show you what you might experience if you get into the right party college.” Janet said while taking hold of Peter's hard dick with on hand and began to slowly stroke it.
Peter probably would have replied that he experienced a hand-job before but kept quiet so as to see what Janet had in mind.
Janet continued to stroke Peter's member slowly while also having a firm grip on it. Peter watched as Janet stuck out her tongue and let her saliva begin to drip onto his member. His curiosity easily rose to match his dick at full attention at what Janet had planned. When Janet felt the tip was sufficiently lubricated, she then used her tongue the start teasing by using the tip of her tongue against his very tip.
As much as Peter was enjoying what Janet was doing, and honestly how could anyone not, he starting to become hard pressed in not using both of his hands and having Janet swallow every inch of his rocket before take-off happened. Just before Peter acted on impulse, Janet used the very tip of her tongue and somehow managed to split Peter's very tip.
As Janet had expected, Peter reacted with a sharp intake of air when she did this part of the move she learned in her first frat party. Janet followed up with the second part of the move by using her left index finger and finding a particular area on Peter's ball sack. When she felt it, Janet again used the tip of her tongue to plug the barrel of Peter's gun while at the same time pinching the area she had felt moments before with her index finger.
The combination of the two culminated in what Janet was told was the Feedback Move. A friend of hers in biology class taught her this and told her what the effect was. She said that when the male's sex organ was fully aroused and hadn't reached any climax just yet, there was area of nerves that hit just right causes the much feared premature ejaculation. But she also said that if you block the barrel just before hitting those nerves, the sensation or rather the 'feedback' gives the guy extra incentive after that.
Janet couldn't see Peter's face when she did this to him but hearing him groan a bit loud and then tasting on the very tip of her tongue some of his essence that managed to escape was enough to tell her he definitely felt it. Even her other hand that still held onto Peter's rod felt it actually expand which meant Peter had achieved a release but didn't actually released it.
Peter himself was definitely caught completely off-guard by what Janet had done. In almost the same moment, Peter felt Janet's tongue wedge itself into the tip of his cock and stretch it a bit which wasn't painful but not entirely pleasant. Then to follow up with her causing him to both climax and deny it sent both shivers and shocks up his spine.
The mature woman couldn't help but enjoy what she was doing to Peter. Sure it was foreplay but a little payback added into the mix.
Janet was aware that even though only a few seconds had passed after what she had done to Peter, she also knew it probably felt far longer for him. A clear sign of that was when Peter took ahold of her head and made her swallow all of his length in one shot. Janet knew was came next and eagerly accepted the delayed hot shot of Peter's cum but didn't expect the amount that came. She couldn't remember the last time she swallowed as much as she did from Peter, even from her husband Hank. Nor what she tasted since basically every person before, even with some women, there was a strange aftertaste to drinking in their release.
Janet wasn't sure if she had tasted Peter like this before but she definitely liked what she was drinking in now. There was some effort in swallowing what she was given but to her it was worth every single bit.
“Damn….” Peter managed to say while catching his breath from the completely new experience. “Never had a blow job like that before. What the Hell was that?”
Janet savored the last drops she managed to coax out of Peter's cock with her tongue before replying. “Something you might learn in college once you shed the nerd vibe and go to the right frat parties.”
“Another reason to look forward to when I get into college, huh?” Peter asked while he watched Janet use her tongue to flick his cock back life.
“Well, if I heard it right, pretty much most city high school kids learn things like this just by Google and try it out once they start thinking about girls.” Janet replied while giving Peter a hungry look which easily said to anyone who say it that this woman wanted more.
Peter couldn't tell if he should oblige the woman or worry having seen such a look before from others.
Even though she was on her knees the whole time, Janet was in no hurry to move from her spot. A notion she reinforced when she began sucking on Peter's dick after she had enticed it back to full attention. After Janet let the cock pop out of her mouth, she positioned herself so as to start giving Peter the traditional titty-fuck with his dick pinned in between her tits.
Peter's mind was barely able to remember the last time he actually got a titty-fuck and even though Mary Jane's bust was considerable for her age, there was no comparison to what Janet was doing. Especially when Janet seemed to tug on his rod because she locked her lips around the head of his cock and even used her tongue to tease it in the same manner like she had before.
“Keep that up...ugh...and I'm going to cum again in your mouth.” Peter said, completely enjoying the sensations Janet was giving to his dick. Again, Peter couldn't make a comparison to MJ's technique since it was more clear than ever that back then was possibly her first time while Janet clearly had the exceptional experience.
“What do you think I want you to do?” Janet replied, taking only a moment to speak before taking into her mouth the head of Peter's meat missile and continue priming it for lift-off.
It didn't take much from Janet to get Peter to reach his stimulation limit and again, it took some from Janet on her part to swallow all that came from Peter. She did mistime her breathing so when she stopped to take in a quick breath of air, her face got hit with several hot shots of cum. Peter felt spent this time but suddenly felt himself become aroused again just by seeing Janet very sensually licking her fingers while she removed each drop of cum from her face.
Janet had already decided that she didn't care what the consequences were of her current set of actions. There might have been another reason as to why she was doing this but didn't care. All she cared was enjoying as much pleasure as Peter could give to her as possible.
'Things aren't getting better with Hank. One of our teammates is going to be labeled a traitor and probably has been one since before the beginning. I have no idea what's going to happen tomorrow, another alien invasion or Bruce goes on another rampage or something else entirely. If I'm going to die in the days to come real soon, at least I'm going to have one day where I actually enjoyed myself.' Janet thought to herself as she savored the last drop she licked off of her fingers.
As Janet stood up, she took in the sight of the naked teenager in front of her and definitely liked what she saw.
'Not overly muscular like Thor or Steve but still one hell of a body.' Janet mused when she started to remember in a better light the last time Peter and her as intimate as they were about to become. 'Lets see how strong his endurance really is.'
Peter was curious on what Janet was going to do next when she lifted her right leg and showed how flexible she was when she set her right foot on the table top Peter was sitting on and then by leaning forward with so to be as close to his face with hers while having her aroused wet snatch just touching Peter's cock while it was at full attention. Janet steady herself by wrapping her arms around Peter's neck and kept her balance with her left foot on the floor.
“Well….what are you waiting for?” Janet said in a husky whisper to Peter. She shifted her hips just enough to against tease the very tip of Peter's manhood before she continued. “The last time we were like this, you were the more dominate one. Ran out of gas in that particular tank?”
Janet gave Peter a quick kiss on the lips before he could reply. “I figured I was being a gentleman and letting the lady have her way this time around.”
“You were but now I want you to be the animal and take me. Take me in the most primal act you can. Take my pussy, take my mouth, I'll even let you take my ass.” Janet heard the words and found herself a bit surprised at how ready she felt herself was in allowing Peter to take her anal virginity.
Despite all the times she had some crazy sex in college and some of those times with her husband, never once did Jane allow anyone to take her in the ass. She couldn't help but feel a shudder of anticipation since she saw in Peter's eyes that he was more than ready to take what she was going to give him.
“So, what will you do?” Janet didn't really care what Peter's response would be so long as he did what she wanted him to do. Janet continued to add more enticement by teasing Peter's cock with her wet pussy.
“This.” It was all that Peter said before he grabbed onto Janet's ass with both hands and lifted her up just high enough so her left foot stopped touching the floor and found it's place on the same but opposite side of Peter.
Janet did expect this but still grunted in some discomfort when Peter practically dropped her right on his rod. She felt Peter bottom out inside of her when every inch of his cock was thrust in. Peter let out a groan as well because despite the fact her vagina was rather wet, entering into her suddenly had some considerable resistance.
Neither moved at the moment, letting themselves adjust to the other. Once Peter himself felt comfortable inside of Janet, he easily raised and lowered the woman on his cock at a steady pace. The woman still had her arms wrapped around Peter's neck to keep her from falling away from Peter since her legs were reflexively trying to push herself off of the table top. Eventually Janet let her legs go limp and hang over the sides of Peter's arms while he continued to lift and drop her on his cock.
The sounds of wet skin slapping skin with mixed pleasurable moans from a woman was easily heard in the room. Peter's injured leg was reminding him of it's current status despite the measures taken to heal it faster. But the teenager was completely ignoring everything else except for the feel of a woman's ample breasts pressed against his chest. Her heavy breathing against the side of his neck along with the sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth. He was paying special attention to the love tunnel his rod was in and how it pushed against the sides when it into the tunnel and how it gripped when the rod pulled back.
Peter had already unloaded two rounds into Janet but he had more than enough for a third round. When he fired that off inside of Janet, Peter made sure his cock was all the way inside so as to fill up the woman's womb as much as possible. Janet felt the hot liquid pour into her, causing her orgasm to become enhanced.
Both of them felt their combined release beginning to seep slowly out of Janet's indulged vagina and coat over Peter's balls before several drips fell to the floor.
Peter caught his breath sooner than Janet and managed to take stock of current situation. He quickly noticed that when Janet reached her climax, she had dug her fingernails into his back. He wasn't sure if the scratches were deep since they didn't feel deep but he could tell they were an inch or two in length.
'Not the first time but I guess it's a kind of karma since MJ clawed my back as well.' Peter thought to himself, thinking back to when he made the mental note that Janet was better at titty-fucking than she was.
The teenager felt he had enough for one, maybe two more goes with the woman so he decided to make the next one memorable for Janet. Just in case if this was the last shot he could get into her.
Peter thought about what he could do. What would be memorable between the two of them. Looking around to see if something would give him some kind of inspiration when Peter's eyes fell on something in the upper corner of the room. It was a spider's web and from what Peter could see, there were several prey caught in it.
Had there been a mirror nearby and Peter saw his reflection, he might've been a bit worried since he believed himself as the kind of person to never have a devious expression. Then again, he was in a situation that he never would have believed possible despite the fact it was happening in real time.
Peter moved over to a nearby table and laid Janet on it gently. She gave him a puzzled look as to what he was going to do but only told her to close her eyes and not to open them until he told her to. Janet only nodded in response before doing as she was told. The woman was still in a haze of bliss but she managed to focus in on her sense of hearing to get an idea as to what Peter was going to do next.
Janet heard some clothing shifting around which gave her the idea Peter was putting his uniform back on. This notion was reinforced when she heard what was possibly one of his web shooters being fired. But why inside of the place since Janet didn't hear any door being opened or closed at all. Her mind started to fill with more questions since the haze of her orgasm was beginning to dissipate but she still did as was she was told and kept her eyes closed.
When she felt herself being lifted off of the table, Janet wanted to see what it was Peter had planned but Peter again told her to keep her eyes closed. It was then she felt herself being placed upon what she thought at first was some kind of rope hammock. Janet's eyes were closed but she took more note of the area she was on. It did give in response to her weight being added but it wasn't completely leveled to begin with. She felt her feet were closer to the floor than her head was which piqued her curiosity.
It was when Peter told her to open her eyes did she begin to understand what it was Peter had in mind.
The teenage vigilante had used his web shooters to make a web that was as big as a king size bed if not easily bigger. He had placed Janet in the middle of it and she had also noticed that, despite having felt that her feet were closer to the floor moments earlier, the web itself was easily several feet above the floor.
Before she could ask what Peter had planned, Janet was caught completely by surprised when Peter used the web shooter he still had on to bind Janet's arms to the web by her wrists. He did the same thing to her legs by binding her ankles to the web.
“What the Hell are you doing?” Janet yelled out while she struggled to break the webbing that held her in place.
“You said you wanted me to be an animal but we both know I'm more arachnid than animal.” Peter replied while taking off the web shooter and crawling over to Janet, giving her still sweat-covered body several licks as he brought his face up to hers. “And this is how arachnids deal with their prey.”
Janet could only watch as Peter quickly and rather effortlessly got behind the web and basically took a position where he was right behind Janet.
The webs Peter made were stronger than the steel cables used in the bridges around New York City. So like most of the time it wasn't required of him to make web as intricate as the ones other spiders made normally. As such, there were enough openings for Peter to reach around and not overly restrict his movements. One being such as using both hands to fondle Janet's breasts while he was essentially behind her.
“You know, spiders are hunters and take whatever they want or need.” Peter said in a low whisper to Janet while he continued to squeeze and fondle the woman's naked chest. “It was nice of you to offer everything but you didn't say how I could take what you offered.”
Janet definitely felt a chill run up and down her spine at those words. The sensation increased when she felt a very familiar object just pressing against her backdoor. She could only gasp when she felt Peter aligning himself until the only thing left was to push forward.
“You might want to take in a deep breath. Like the traditional first time, there is some pain before the pleasure.” Peter whispered to Janet who nodded in reply.
When Peter noticed the woman took in a breath and was holding it, he began pushing forward to take Janet's final virginity. Peter saw Janet's initial reaction through gritted teeth and clenched eyes. There was a groan that was heard but it was brief just as the head began to enter into her. Peter went in slow to give Janet time to adjust while enjoying each inch his rod penetrated her.
Janet's body tensed up each time Peter pushed deeper into her anus. As slow as it was, it still hurt but somehow exciting her at the same time. It was only when Janet felt Peter was in as deep as he could possible go did she let out the breath she had been holding and her entire body practically went limp. For Peter, it was like a vice was gripping his cock and even the subtlest of movement made Janet clamp down a little harder in response.
“Oh, God….oh, God….oh, God….” Janet said in a weird form a chant, her body still adjusting to Peter's dick.
Peter decided to take Janet's mind off of where he had his dick inside of her, or rather have her start associating what he was doing to be more akin to pleasure. With his right hand, Peter reached down to Janet's pussy and began to finger it lightly. He began to tease the little bulb at the top of her pussy with his thumb and forefinger while using his middle one to rub up and down her wet slit.
It wasn't until Peter put in one finger into her snatch did Janet react more openly than before. Peter wasn't sure how the woman would react so he was completely caught by surprise when he felt Janet practically clamp down on both his finger and his cock at the same time. He was even more surprised when it felt like Janet could actually pinch off his dick with the amount of pressure she was putting on it.
These bits of information on how Janet reacted reminded Peter of something Lori Baumgartner had told him. Specifically about first timers having anal sex and then being double penetrated.
“Oh, so not only is this your first time having a dick in your ass...but you didn't know how sensitive you get with both holes being filled. Even just a little bit.” Peter said to Janet who didn't respond in any other way than her gasping for breath.
“I...what...what do you….you mean?” Janet's mind was easily filled with haze of a mixture of pain and pleasure with how her ass and pussy felt at the same time. Janet could actually feel her pussy switching between aches and pain to pleasure at the exact same time her ass felt the opposite.
“It's better to show you.” Peter replied and he pushed his finger in deeper into Janet's now incredibly wet pussy. Janet groaned out as Peter's finger went in deeper very slowly, almost at a torturous pace for her. Peter could even told Janet was fighting against the bindings of her legs and arms more than she did when he first took her ass.
Lori had told Peter from her own experiences that when most women get taken in the ass, their minds tend to focus on the pleasure of their pussy being played with more while the dick or the strap-on pounds their ass. She also said there had been a few that she came across that not only enjoyed both holes being pounded but also somehow made the other side more sensitive. Once they learned of this themselves, Lori said those kinds of women were the type that could never be truly satisfied unless they were in some kind of a three-way.
Peter felt like he had found one Hell of a diamond in the rough by learning that Janet would so easily come to love being double stuffed. It was a shame that he still had to keep in mind that this was more than likely the last time he would be with her. Now was the time to really make this round count.
With one finger inside of her pussy, Peter put his forefinger into her at the same slow pace with Janet reacting to it by gasping or groaning through clenched teeth. Once both fingers were inside as far as they could go, Peter made sure of his position and began to push in and out of Janet's ass while his fingers did the opposite at the same time.
Janet felt the pain of her ass being basically violated but also felt the unique pleasure of it when Peter's cock pushed forward each time. But when the teenager's cock pulled back, his fingers pushed into her pussy and caused the pain and pleasure to alternate and mix together into something new.
Peter continued to do this even though it was a bit tricky to keep the rhythm in sync with his movements both in front and behind of Janet. But he managed to do so while even increasing his pace of thrusting his cock into Janet's ass and his fingers into her pussy when he pulled back. Because of Peter's movement, the web that they were on flexed forward and back but never broke or even weakened from the sudden and fast movements. It held strong even to the parts of the room that the web was tied to for support.
The teenager enjoyed taking the mature woman's ass and fingering her pussy at the same time. Even the sounds the woman was making, moans and even some screams, were enticement for him to continue. He didn't even slow his movements a bit when only about a minute of this did Janet reach her climax. Peter couldn't really see but he felt his hand that was over Janet's vagina become completely soaked in the woman's release. She also let out a climax scream that Peter might've bet on the possibility of it shattering glass if it was one decibel higher.
'A screamer if ever there was one.' Peter thought to himself.
The woman's body also reacted to the climax by tensing up all over. Peter was close to his own climax but when Janet's ass clamped down hard on his cock, it was enough to make the teenager fill the woman's ass just as much as when he filled up her womb.
“Damn, a little too soon but still feels good, doesn't it?” Peter asked while he pulled his cock out of Janet's ass. He wasn't surprised a second later after his dick was pulled out of Janet's ass did some of his cum started to leak out. He was a little surprised when it looked like to him that Janet was either consciously or unconsciously trying to keep as much of his semen in her ass as she could. “Still want more, it seems.”
The only reply he got was the woman panting heavily with a glazed over look in her eyes. The woman's entire body was covered in sweat which was an erotic sight for Peter when he moved to the other side of the web.
Peter figured that Janet was passed her limit and decided to remove the binding that held her to the web. After Peter had freed both of Janet's legs and her left arm, he was caught completely by surprised right after he removed the binding that held her right arm in place. The woman moved with a speed Peter didn't think she was currently capable of, at least so soon after a body-shaking orgasm.
The instant her arms were free, Janet moved forward and wrapped her arms around Peter's neck while she had her lips lock with Peter's in what he believed to be the most passionate and fierce kiss he ever had. The woman even wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. It was if Peter had become some sort of lifeline for the woman and she wasn't about to let go of him any time soon.
Janet continued her lip assault on Peter, who wasn't in any hurry to encourage the woman to stop, and then moved one of her hands down and took hold of Peter's cock. It was clear that Janet wanted to member to be at full attention again but it really didn't take much from her to get such a response. When she was sure she had both Peter's attention was when she broke the kiss and look directly into the first Peter's eyes.
“I want more.” Janet said.
The look in Janet's eyes still clearly showed Peter how much of her mind was still hazed by bliss. If anything this told Peter that Janet was now going by instinct alone and all rational aspect of her mind was repressed at the moment.
Peter's musings about Janet were quickly cut short when the mature woman managed to flip it so Peter was now laying on the web and Janet was basically straddling him.
“I want more.” Janet repeated to Peter.
Though the teenager was more than happy to oblige the woman, he was at something of a loss at to what else she wanted. Her desires quickly became clear when Janet lifted herself up enough so as to allow easy access for Peter's cock to enter into her. At first he thought she was going to ride him until he ran out of ammunition or her pussy broke.
When she again said, “I want more.”, Peter saw what it was exactly she wanted when she lined up his cock to her asshole again.
The woman impaled herself fully on Peter's dick and after letting out a groan in response to being filled up again began to raise and lower her hips. Slowly at first but then began a steady rhythm of impaling and lifting herself off of Peter's dick. It wasn't easy it seemed for the woman to ride Peter this way but it didn't deter her in the least. Peter helped her out as best he could until he figured that the best way for Janet's ass to be take was for her to be on her back.
Janet didn't make any kind of protest when Peter made her lay on her back or when he brought her knees up near her head. She might've made one but Peter had already put his cock back into her ass and started pumping into her with as much effort as he would normally. Peter didn't realize how tight of a grip he had on Janet's legs near her ankles while he fucked the woman's ass. Nor did Janet for all she cared was for Peter to continue fucking her like he was currently doing. He might've noticed the red hand print on her left leg when he let go so as to finger the woman's pussy again but he was more determined to make this last shot the best he could.
When Peter's cock was inside of Janet's ass before, it follow a kind of line but still forced Janet's body to adjust to accommodate the cock. Now, Peter's rod was pressing the inner walls of Janet's rectum all over the place. Her mind registered the pain but it was easily foreshadowed by the pleasure it was now associating with to what Peter was doing.
“Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck it!” Janet yelled out when Peter thrusted into her. Even more so when he began fingering her pussy at the same time again.
Peter's movement was so intense that Janet was starting to be actually lifted a little into the air each time he rammed his cock into her ass. Her body had gone entirely limp while Peter continued to fuck her up the ass as strongly as he could from his position.
Peter kept the urge to achieve his release off as long as he could but even he couldn't handle the pressure that was building up inside. But before he would let loose one last hot shot, Peter picked up Janet and flipped her over so as to have her lay on him with her back to him. He quickly put his cock back into her ass and resumed his pumping action but with more intensity this time. Janet had stopped screaming but only because she had no more air left in her lungs from her earlier screams. Even when Peter used both of this hands this time to finger the woman's dripping wet pussy did no sound come from her.
After what felt like an eternity of keeping himself in check, Peter let his climax happen and let loose in his opinion the same amount of pressure that a fire hose is capable of into Janet's asshole. The tight hold on Peter's cock made him completely aware how many pulses of his cum he shot into Janet's ass. He even noticed that with each pulse, Janet or her body reacted by tightening around Peter's cock each time. It was like she was trying to get every bit of cum she could possible get from Peter.
The instant Peter's semen entered into her, Janet made a sound that Peter recognized as someone taking in as much air into their lungs as possible as quickly as possible. Janet's eyes had rolled back into her head when the orgasm Peter gave to her flooded throughout her entire body. Her orgasm even made her let loose what could easily be considered a waterfall of her essence from her vagina.
As Peter took several moments to catch his breath, he took stock of his current situation. He easily noticed that Janet was completely out cold and with both of their bodies covered in sweat was slowly sliding off of him. Peter made sure that she didn't by wrapping one arm around her waist but decided to use the other arm or rather his other hand to hold the woman by one of her ample tits.
“Might as well commit it to memory. I doubt we'll ever have this chance again anyways.” Peter said to himself before re-tasking his thoughts back to the moment. “So to recap, I interfered with the Kingpin again and pretty much took out one of his hired thugs in the process. That's not something he's going to forget anytime soon. Before all of that, I snuck out of work to stop Kingpin and by now someone, more likely my boss, has noticed I'm not there and I doubt I could make it back and have a believable excuse at the ready.”
Peter sighed when he had to readjust himself to keep Janet from slipping off of him again. “Plus now I screwed a married woman not once but twice all the while not realizing until now that that Elektra woman I sunk my fangs into might possibly be dead since I know now I put all of my venom I had into her and I've never done that before.”
“Lets not forget about the Black Widow.”
Peter didn't realize that Janet was awake until at that moment. He honestly thought that she would be out cold maybe for an hour at least.
The woman slowly but surely repositioned herself so she was face to face with Peter. Her movement showed she was feeling stiff and aches in the lower half of her body. Understandable as well as since Peter was starting to feel some after-effects himself. Janet may not have pinched off his dick when it was in her ass but she was definitely tighter than the other girls and he was now feeling how tight Janet was.
“So, now that's out of the way….lets talk business.” Janet said while resting her head on Peter's chest but also looking him right in his eyes.
“Huh?” Peter was never one for pillow talk after or even before sex but he had the impression that what Janet had said wasn't any kind of pillow talk whatsoever.
“The old saying goes, 'business before pleasure' but now that pleasure has been fulfilled, the business can be addressed to better.” Janet said, a smirk starting to appear on her face.
“And what business are you talking about?” Peter couldn't quite figure out what Janet had in mind but it was clear enough she had something planned before all the sex happened.
“Last time I patched you up was because it was something Nick Fury wanted. This time, it was something you wanted even though it was a reasonable request.” Janet said while making a small circle on Peter's sweat covered chest.
“What's this got to do with the Black Widow?”
“One bit of information that I overheard from Nick Fury which didn't make much sense to me at first but there might actually be something to it. Her actions before going rogue had her watching you and doing some background checks.” Janet placed a finger over Peter's lips to stop him from what she knew he would say in response. “From what I can tell, Nick Fury didn't authorize such actions. She did this on her own which begs the question: what is it about you that a spy like her would take note?”
Peter knew that Nick Fury had him under surveillance when they last spoke and he wasn't the kind of man that would make such a comment if it wasn't true. But to hear someone else from S.H.I.E.L.D., especially a member of the Ultimates watching him wasn't something to be flattered about.
The more he thought about, the more certain kinds of questions were popping into his mind that had certain kinds of answers to them. The kind of answers Peter knew at the very least weren't the kind that would be in his favor.
The only thought Peter had about the situation as a whole was maybe Black Widow knew something about him that either he and Nick didn't know or it was a possible smokescreen to delay Nick from learning her true objectives. Peter was more inclined to believe the first than the second. All he knew about spies were from the movies and books but one thing they all could agree upon was a spy never did anything without reason or motive.
Looking at Janet, Peter asked flat out what it was she wanted from him.
“Well, most guys would get an ego if and when a woman said it was for the sex…” Janet replied with an all-knowing smirk on her face. “But something tells me there's more to you than even Nick Fury knows and I'm willing to bet Natasha knows it as well.”
That sparked Peter's own curiosity about himself when Janet said that. It wasn't a stretch to believe that there was something about him that he didn't know would be considered interesting enough to gain the attention of someone like Natasha Romanov.
If anything, this meant to Peter that it was past time to get some answers and he had a solid where to start.
“Can't say what it is that Natasha might know that someone like Nick Fury doesn't know. Hell, there are a lot of things I don't know myself and yet I somehow wind up in the middle of these situations whether I want to or not. So I guess it's past time to get some answers.” Peter replied before opening his mouth and showing Janet his retractable fangs. He wasn't surprised at the reaction he got from her when she saw his four fangs. “I learned about these weeks after I first got my spider abilities. Not sure if they manifested at the same time as all my other abilities but they are definitely not just for show.”
Peter had tried before to analyze his venom before but he hadn't the proper tools and means to do a detailed analysis. Even when he had read the information that Jessica had stolen from Osborn Industries when she escape had told him not much more than he had already learned. He figured now was his best chance to get an expert's opinion and maybe get some better answers.
All of this was laid out to Janet. Peter came out and asked her that he'll help out however he can with Natasha in exchange for her to fully analyze his blood and his venom. Peter knew that he needed to learn everything he could about what he really was. Was he becoming more spider-like or was there something else at play completely unrelated to his abilities but was affected by them all the same?
Janet was a bit reluctant to agree to the terms but figured that at the moment this was the best means of uncovering what it was about Peter Parker that got Natasha's attention. She kept to herself one of the reasons why she agreed to help since the last thing she wanted was for Peter to get a swell head that a woman wanted him for sex.
If Peter would ever hear that reason, he would have laughed it off and replied, 'If only she knew…'
- Queens, New York-
Liz Allen remembered a time before where she hanged out with a specific group of individuals. The typical clique of a high school where a group of girls paid more attention to fashion celebrities and trends than they did in English or Math classes.
She knew a lot of things had changed and everything that happened before felt like a lifetime ago when it was at best several months. Maybe half a year at best but things weren't the same and even she knew it would never go back to being the same.
Not after what she had just learned about herself.
She tried to deny it at first. Link it to some nightmare she had or some complete misunderstanding of the situation.
Eventually she eliminated all other possibilities and reached only two possible conclusions. Not sure which one fit her situation best or how to interpret them reasonably more or less forced Liz to confide in the new clique she was now a part of.
“So, what is it that's important enough to have only us fucking be here and not include my mom or Peter?” Lana Baumgartner asked, her expression showed she was more bored than annoyed.
With her was Jessica Drew and Mary Jane Watson but compared to Lana, the two of them were more curious than Lana.
Pretty much out of the blue, Liz had asked the three of them to come to her house because of something important that she didn't want to say out in public. Liz even waited for her mother to leave the house to ensure that what she was going to say would remain with the four of them. Still, it had been almost 10 minutes after Liz's mother had left and the blonde teenager didn't say or do anything other to sit on the floor of her bedroom with the other girls making a kind of circle on the floor.
Mary Jane knew Liz the best and knew for a fact she wouldn't have a conversation like this unless she was scared about something. The first possibility that entered into the red head's mind was maybe her blonde friend had suffered one of the consequences of unprotected sex. All the girls gathered may have only had sex with each other and Peter but there was still that one particular possibility happening to one or more of them.
Then again, Mary Jane figured it could be something else entirely like Liz was going to have to move away. Like her mother had learned of her open sexual nature and was doing some rather drastic in response. Like how a couple of students Mary Jane had heard of where the parents sent the teenager off to some boarding or military school.
The only thing she knew for certain was Liz Allen would arrange for this kind of get-together without reason.
Liz herself was quiet and looked fidgety, like she knew what she had to say but couldn't bring herself to say it or find the words to say it right. Jessica saw this and decided to help give Liz some reassurance.
“Take your time, Liz. We're here because you asked us to be and we know it's important to you so just take your time to find the words you want to say.” Jessica said while giving Liz's hand a compassionate squeeze.
Mary Jane also gave a compassionate expression to her friend to show she was her friend and was there for her. Lana on the other hand was a bit blunt and felt that enough time beating around the bush had passed.
“Look, you don't want your mom to know what you're going to say so either your fucking dying or got knocked up.” Lana said which made everyone present look at her like she had lost her mind or what was left of her common sense. Lana pretty much replied with a shoulder shrug that said, 'What?' to the rest.
After a moment had passed where Liz didn't say anything response to Lana's words, Lana herself made the first jump to a conclusion. “You're not fucking pregnant, are you?”
“What? No!” Liz shot Lana a look that showed she was annoyed with her at the moment. Liz was aware that they all shared Peter and at times Liz was willing to admit Lana was a friend of hers but now wasn't one of those times. “Look, I called you here because something happened and no, I'm am not pregnant.”
The look of relief mirrored on all the girls' faces. It was clear they all had the same thought moments before and were equally relieved it wasn't what they feared it to be. But another thought they all shared briefly was the possibility of one of more of them getting pregnant because of their relationship with Peter. It wasn't an unpleasant thought they shared about that. More like it was a future they wouldn't mind sharing with Peter.
“Ok, so no bun in the oven and you don't like you're ready to keel over and die from some unknown douche bag disease. Either you're going to fucking tell us your not Liz Allen but some shit-faced space alien that is going to warn us of another impending alien fucking invasion or you want all of us here to start fucking each other so you can record it and post it on some porn site.” Lana said which again made the other girls just look at Lana and wonder what goes through her head a times.
Liz let out a sigh of annoyance at her friends words. She knew before that she had trouble trying to find the words to say what she wanted to tell her friends. Now she was pretty much just going to take a page out of Lana's book and flat out say it to the others.
Or in this case, flat out show them.
Everyone watched as Liz raised her right arm up and watched as it did something none of them expected. Liz actually found it ironic that Jessica and Lana would react in that manner since they themselves had abilities beyond that of any typical human. Even Mary Jane showed her surprise by mimicking a fish being out of water.
Liz looked at her arm and found it strange how more calm she felt now than when it first happened.
Then again, when it first happened wasn't exactly under the most comfortable of situations.
“It's been a couple of days since it happened but I don't know exactly what it means.” Liz reached out and took hold of Mary Jane's hand which caught everyone off guard and freaked out the red head almost completely.
Liz knew her friend's reaction was understandable and justified but it was also the only way to prove something she was having trouble understanding herself.
From her elbow to her finger tips, Liz Allen's arm was completely aflame. It was as if Liz had dipped her arm into gasoline and lit it on fire after she had pulled it out. Heat and light easily came from her arm but when she grabbed Mary Jane's hand, it took the red head several moments to realize that flames weren't burning her.
Liz let go of Mary Jane's hand and told the others to feel her arm as well. They were reluctant until Mary Jane showed them her hand didn't even have a blemish on it. Lana and Jessica touched both the flames and the arm itself and didn't feel anything that would associated to something being on actual fire.
After everyone there had a sufficient grasp of the situation, Liz shook her hand as if to put out the flame like one would do with a lit matchstick.
Before any of the girls could bombard Liz with questions, she spoke up first.
“Well...as you can tell...I can burn without being burned. Don't know exactly how or even remotely why. The only thing I can tell you is when.” Liz said to the others before taking in a breath and collecting her thoughts. “It happened two days ago…...”
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Next Chapter – Strike the Match
Author's Note: Finally, after redoing and rethinking and pretty much losing some general sleep at the possible ideas for this chapter, it's finally done. I know it's really late but sometimes a person's muse will only allow so much to write or work against you when you want to write.
I know this might be asking much but please leave a review so I know if what I'm doing and where I'm going with the characters is making the story worthy of your attention.
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