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Spider-Man 2114	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 11740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters of the Spider-Man franchise or the Spicy City series. I make no money from publishing this work.

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Peter Parker fought the urge to adjust the tie on his retro blue suit. The office he was in wasn’t as intimidating as some he’d seen—wasn’t as sleazy as a lot of the places that were hiring. It’d been bought wholesale from a liquidated tech start-up, moved into with the artwork still on the walls. But the place had been foreclosed for so long that the offices’ clean-up was still ongoing. Deeper in the building, Peter could hear exterminators going about their work. The janitorial service had refused to come in before something was done about the tidal wave of rats living on the premise.
Max, his prospective boss, sat behind a desk with a sparse collection of executive widgets and a vast collection of dust. Max was a big guy, balding, a cheap suit with a five hundred dollar haircut. Like the building, he was still getting used to the huge amount of capital his company was generating. Peter looked at him and wondered how a schmuck like him had lassoed lightning in a bottle.
“Well, kid, I gotta say, it’s not easy to find someone with your engineering expertise on the job market, even with the economy being what it is. I’m surprised you haven’t been snatched up by Oscorp or Alchemax.”
“I have limited availability,” Peter said. “I’m more used to freelance work.”
Max puffed on his cigar. Always the cigars with these people. Peter was lucky he wasn’t allergic. “Hey, we don’t judge here. What you do on your time is your business, so long as you keep the merchandise running properly. And don’t fiddle with it yourself, of course.”
“It’s not really my bag,” Peter said.
“But we do offer employee discounts.”
“Thanks. I’ll show up for the maintenance tomorrow morning.”
“Yeah. Be quick, be professional—just be a nerd, like you been today. You do a good job with this, you could be sitting in my chair when the company goes national.”
Peter’s phone rang. He checked it rather than consider the prospect of Max’s dusty desk. The call was coming over the Shadownet, through the routers he’d installed to keep the signal from ever being traced. Otherwise, he’d never have felt comfortable giving out a number for Spider-Man to be reached at.
“Sorry, I have to take this. If that’s all, I guess I’ll just see you again tomorrow?”
“Sure thing, kid. Get gone. And try the merchandise! I’ll have your employee discount approved before you’re out the front door!”
Peter nodded thankfully, but he was already checking the caller ID of the rerouted signal. Virus. He lowered his voice to Spider-Man’s tones as he answered. “Hello?” he greeted, just outside Max’s office.
The voice was distant, but audible even over the sounds of objects breaking and tearing. “There’s nothing in here, I told you, I can’t pay you.”
A break-in. She must’ve dialed his number before they got in.
Peter stepped into the elevator, jamming the Door Close button. As they slid shut, he was already unbuttoning his shirt.
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Nisa had followed Connolly and Stern only to shadow their investigation, find what angle they were working and see if she could contribute anything. She had never expected things to get violent.
They’d corralled Virus outside the Cybersex Arcade, where she’d been trying to entice the patrons to ‘eat organic’. Right away, the situation was all wrong. They leaned into her, loomed over her, asking where their money was. Nisa got it right away. Protection money. She set her phone to record and got as close as she dared, recording as Virus told them that she didn’t have any money to be protected. The Arcade was cutting into her profits too much.
They didn’t believe her. Hectoring her with vile comments and brisk slaps, they forced her back to her apartment, then shoved her to the side while they tossed the place. From the fire escape, Nisa continued to film through the window. Then Stern pulled a gun.
“Nobody lies to police,” he said, pushing Virus’s head around with the barrel. “That’s Stern’s Law. Where’s our money?”
“Wrapped around your dick, if you can find it.”
The gun went back over his shoulder, then rushed around like a baseball bat to knock Virus to the ground. “Shit, Connolly, I’m starting to see the appeal of knocking these dames around. You think I should do it this time?”
“Nah.” Connolly had a pair of brass knuckles on. “I’d still enjoy it more. You wanna watch this time?”
“Yeah. I should get a picture of that pretty face. A sorta ‘before and after’ thing…”
Nisa knew it was a bad idea. A suicidal idea. But she’d only intended to film a shakedown, not an assault. Swearing, she tapped her phone on the window glass, drawing their attention. “Hey boys. Say cheese!”
Stern fired at her so fast it was almost instinctual, a bullet cracking the windowframe like a blow from an ax, but Nisa was already jumping down to a floor-level dumpster, then down into the alley and she was off like a shot. Behind her, she heard the window smashed open. She was grateful they were giving chase. She’d driven her cab through these streets long enough to know every little shortcut. They didn’t have a chance of finding her.
***
Virus washed herself off in her bathroom. Until recently, its cleanness had been a point of pride with her—a separation from the shithole she’d grown up in. A kick from Stern had smashed the toilet and most of the shower tiles had been shattered by the butt of Connolly’s pistol. The sink still worked, though, even if the water spilled through the broken porcelain more than it went down the drain.
“Jesus, Vi, what happened?” Spider-Man. He stepped gingerly in through the window, this time avoiding broken glass.
“Nothing much,” she replied. “Some people I owe money to.” She checked her face in the mirror. She’d definitely bruise. That would improve her prospects, yessirree…
“You don’t seem the type to get in bed with a loan shark. Uh, no pun intended—“
“I’m not,” Virus stressed. “But when someone has a badge and a gun, and they say you owe, you pay them.”
Spider-Man began tidying up. Virus watched in a bit of disbelief. First time she’d seen any guy do that, let alone one in spandex. “How much do they want?”
“Enough.”
“How much?” he repeated, collecting the broken glass on the floor with a fine spray of webbing.
She told him.
“Christ, I thought my college loans were bad.” He thought for an instant as he wadded up the glassed webbing, dropped it in her trash can—which, ironically, they hadn’t damaged. Then Spider-Man took his wallet out. Extracted five bills. “Here. This should cover you for a while. Long enough to get clear, if you can take care of yourself as well as I think you can.”
“I can’t take that,” she said immediately. Never would’ve thought she’d say that to a spandex-man—well, not for that reason.
“It’s fine. I’m starting a new job soon. There are women’s shelters, halfway homes—“
“A bunch of Jesus freaks,” Virus said dismissively.
“Maybe they’ll leave smaller bruises,” he retorted. “You’re a smart girl, Vi. You don’t have to make a living this way. Take the money and get out.”
“I can’t. You saved my life once already, now you’re going to give me charity? I’ll have to start coming up with a new opinion on men.”
“Take it,” he reiterated, holding the money out. It was right there. “Go.”
She grabbed it from him. Had it in her pocket before he could say a thing. “You’re a born sucker, you know that? This could be up my nose in the next thirty minutes. You’re acting like you’re in love with me and I haven’t even jerked you off.”
“Uh… you’re welcome?”
She hugged him. His body was tight and warm, the costume on her skin feeling like nothing she’d ever felt. Like it was from another world.
“A guy like you has got to have someone at home. That’s the only reason you wouldn’t go for me, you’ve got someone at home. Well, she better be giving it to you long and hard. Long and hard and every night.”
***
Virus left her apartment feeling good about herself. She had an old friend who’d gotten clean, married into a family of dentists. She could stay with her while she figured out her next move. Maybe she’d finally give modeling another try.
What she hadn’t counted on was the law of the jungle. Even when the predators had moved on, there were still scavengers in search of easy prey. This particular scavenger had almost been scared off by Spider-Man, but was too enamored of Virus to give her up so easily. Her features, her physique, the way she carried herself—it was all worthy of immortality.
He waited until the Spider had left. Then he finished prepping the syringe, and when Virus stepped out her door, it was merely a matter of injecting her.
If someone were to see them together without those five seconds of chemicals, they would only register a man greeting a female friend at her door, telling her to come with him, and the two leaving together as naturalistically as a prostitute accompanying a john.
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