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The Seductive Spider-Harem	By : rubicon541 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 84808 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Peter stared at Robbie Robertson for a long, long time. "Wait. Seriously?"
"Seriously." Robbie took his reading glasses off and stood. "Peter, we have a lot of history, and your connection to Jonah helps and his testimonial helps, even if you, Betty and me are the only ones who see it that way. But... newspapers are in trouble, son."
"We've had this conversation before," Peter said. "When I was your science editor. And did a good job. And was fired. Because..."
"Because you couldn't stand up for yourself and defend yourself when the plagiarism accusations flew, because they were real. And yes, I believed you had reasons then and I believe you now, but newspapers live and die by credibility, and the Bugle's taken more than its fair share of hits to that in the last few years. I thought that having you in the photography department -- working digital cleanup and prep... I thought that would fly under the radar. But Techstorm found you, and found out that you were fired from the Mayor's office before the Editor fiasco for falsifying a photograph. Which you did do."
"To save a good man and stop a criminal. Robbie--"
"I know! But that doesn't help -- the truth can be a sharp razor, and you've always skirted its edges, Peter. I know you have good reasons to do it. Just like you had a good reason to take Parker Industries down despite everyone it hurt. Just like you always have a good reason. You are made of good reasons, Peter, and I do anything I possibly can to help you... but you always, always, always take yourself out of the game in the process. And when you take that shortcut or make that fast choice to save a life or do what seems right, it catches up with you and you're out on your ass again."
Peter shook his head. "You know. When you tore into me over Parker Industries, I gave you lip you didn't deserve. I was sorry. I am sorry. But this photo thing? That happened when you were at the old Daily Bugle, not Front-Line. And I lost my job over it and was humiliated over it. Techstorm digging it all back up -- Techstorm! A blog that made hating Webware its bread and butter long before the Carrion virus, but oh hey -- people with an anti-Peter Parker agenda hating Peter Parker means Peter Parker just has to live with it, right?"
"No," Robbie said. "Peter Parker having to own with his choices, even years later, means he just has to live with it. And maybe, just maybe, take a little responsibility for them."
Peter stared for a long moment. "Yeah. Story of my life." He stood up. "C'mon, Ollie. Let's go."
"Ollie?" Robbie asked.
"Ollie?" Ovyah asked too, cocking her head.
"Yeah. Ollie... Vayne. Olivia Vayne. She's my... workstudy intern. From. Empire University."
"Your workstudy intern. From Empire University. Who didn't recognize her own nickname. And why does a guy who was working in a photo lab -- past tense -- even have a workstudy intern?"
Ovyah's eyes narrowed. She dug into her purse and dug into it, a couple of moments, throwing down a zippered pouch with an Empire U student ID. "Doctor Conners believes that you can learn more from people actually working on things than blowhard editors and managers who tell other people to do things. But maybe they could have submitted paperwork so that I could come here and go get you Starbucks and pick up your dry cleaning like a real intern?"
Robbie paused, eyebrows going up. "I'm sorry, Miss Vayne. I didn't mean to offend you. Peter and I go a long way back."
"And Joe Robertson's earned the right to tear me a new one any day of the week he wants to, Ollie," Peter snapped. "If I sound upset -- and I am -- it's as much because I know I can't ever get his real respect back as anything else. He mentioned my connection to 'Jonah?' He means J. Jonah Jameson, former editor in chief of the old Bugle, former Mayor of New York, and the guy who fired me the first time around for the photo Robbie's firing me over now." Peter looked up at the wall, with all the old framed Bugle broadsheets Robbie had brought from the old Bugle building before Electro destroyed it. Including all the ones with his own photos of his own heroic deeds, declaring Spider-Man a menace. "He said my intentions may be good, but my ethics were deplorable. And maybe I just never learned that lesson."
"Son," Robbie said. "Listen. There's... there's always--"
"No, Robbie. No more throwing me a bone you'll just have to fire me over again. I appreciate it, and I'm done here. Once and for all." Peter headed for the elevators.
Robbie watched him walking towards those elevators, and sighed, very slightly.
"Mister Robertson, human memory is a blessing."
Robbie blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I said... human memory is a blessing." Ollie Vayne was still standing in front of his desk, and something about the way she was standing -- her pose, her smile, her scent... suddenly hit Robbie's senses like a jackhammer. "It starts so sharp, but erodes. It gets edited over and over again to fit the world as you understand it. You think you remember everything exactly right but you don't. You cut corners and shift the facts and get the gist instead of the truth. Which is what Peter did with then-Mayor Jameson, wasn't it? But you? Peter respects you more than I think even you know, so I am going to give you a gift, Mister Robertson. I am going to give you this one moment. This one moment of perfect recall and perfect clarity. A day you come, sooner than you think, when you will remember with absolute precision the day you told Peter Parker he didn't take enough responsibility in his life, and you will remember the oddly sensual woman who predicted your future with odd accuracy. You will remember, Joseph Robertson. On the day you will most want to tell yourself you said something else or that it wasn't so biting, you will remember exactly what you said to Peter." She glanced at the wall -- at the same framed front pages Peter had looked at. "This... Mister Jameson is a hypocritical toad, who spent his entire life reframing the truth and lying about it to sell papers and push his agenda, and heroes and good men have suffered for it. But Peter Parker? Tried to help him once, and lost his job twice for it. Peter Parker? Did whatever he had to do to stop a virus from consuming more than you can imagine, and you called him a threat or menace. You did that, Mister Robertson. And you will never, ever forget this moment."
Robbie stared, somehow unable to even speak, as the beautiful woman turned and walked, her heart-shaped posterior forming perfect figure eights as she walked, stirring something in his loins even as her prediction sunk in.
She looked over her shoulder. "For the record? You'll remember checking out my ass, too. In fact, that's how I can give you this gift. I'd normally giggle but today? I'm just going to call you a dirty old man. Which isn't fair -- I know you can't help but look. This ass is just that good."
"...who are you?" Robbie asked, more stunned than anything.
"Ollie Vayne. I have it on good authority."
And then she turned, walked, and was gone, leaving Robbie Robertson with his thoughts. He watched where she'd been, then turned to look up at the wall of broadsheets once more. He'd rescued those as much for Jonah as himself. His eyes settled on a pretty amateurish picture of Spider-Man and Doctor Octopus. "SPIDER-MAN: THREAT OR MENACE?" read the headline. Once, he used to argue with Jonah -- tried to talk him out of his vendetta. Tried to stick up for the heroic kid in the tights doing a patently stupid thing to try and save people. Stick up for the New Yorker hero who got fewer breaks than the '62 Mets.
When did he stop sticking up for the little guy and siding with trolls who didn't even work for a reputable online site? When did he get so scared of losing his reputation? Of losing the Bugle's reputation? Whatever Jonah did in his decades behind a desk? He never printed a story or fired a kid out of fear. Even when he fired Peter for the exact same photo, Jonah did it out of principle -- and it helped end his political career in the long run. Robbie fired Peter for something that happened long ago, was in the public record, and that Robertson had been fully aware of when he hired Peter. And he'd done it because he was scared they'd lose subscribers.
And somehow, he believed Ollie's prediction. He would remember this moment. And for whatever reason, it would haunt him the rest of his life, even thought it had seemed like such a simple moment.
"So I'm confused. Why did you call him?" Cindy had changed into her civvies. Which in her case was a crop top and shorts. She was lithe and sleek, like Peter himself -- which made sense. Admittedly, she had a phenomenal butt to go with it, as the shorts proved -- but then, she shared that with Peter too. Mary Jane realized shared that with the otherworldly Gwen Stacy who had spider powers, Anya Corazon, and most of the spider-women who were on the scene. More lush spider-folks like Jessica Drew were the exception. The girls in Peter's life who were all tits and ass weren't spiders. They were Black Cats or Mockingbirds, or even supermodel redheads. Even Gwen -- the back-from-the-dead local version, not the Ghost Spider -- was shapely in a way the spiders generally weren't.
But Cindy had asked a question. "Because I just got a text from Betty Brant that Robbie just fired Peter. The sooner we can take care of basic expenses in a way Peter will accept without feeling like he's a sponge, the better. Besides, if we're going to actually be worth something more than vag and hand-jobs for wish fulfillment, the Spider-Harem will need to step up and earn our keep. Infrastructure's a start, and that's what he's good at."
"Right. And Peter will be depressed. Okay. Well, he doesn't know I'm here, so great. I'll surprise him and fuck him into a catatonic state of bliss, and then we can move on from there."
"Why do you say things like that?" Mary Jane asked. "I mean, you're always playful and a little coy, and it's cute. I mean, you know. Kinda looking forward to joint Harem operations, if that doesn't sound creepy and now I realize it does. But Peter it's like you have no filter at all when you're not in full hero mode."
"Yeah. That's because I have no filter at all when I'm around Peter. It's the same for him. Something about our totems and his spider sense and my silk sense just... you have no idea. It's like I stop having hormones and go straight to a solid state sex drive always set to right now. I mean, I'm dropping a lot of stuff to join in on this thing, but it's such a relief to just be able to start banging Peter I don't even mind."
"That's good. We want to make as much of this a fantasy as we can. An awesome fantasy. An amazing fantasy. And one that Peter loves so he'll be willing to commit and use Ovyah's power for more than the absolute minimum."
"And raising the dead."
"Yup. I admit... I'm still getting used to the idea that I'm going to fuck Gwen's dad back to life. I'm willing. I'm even kind of looking forward to it. But... it's... weird."
"Yeah, I bet." She paused. "So... when... exactly... does Mattie Franklin get her turn in the Lazarus Fuck Pit?"
"The what?"
"Sorry. Used to watch a lot of Kid's WB on tape while I spent years locked in a bunker. Seriously. Mattie."
"...we'll... yes. Yes, we'll help Mattie. Promise." It bothered Mary Jane just a little that she hadn't thought about the brown haired spider before now. On the other hand... "Cindy... there's... this list is going to get long. I mean, I was already wondering if we should invite Betty Brant to join before she literally texted me to say Peter's luck was back in full form, and now I'm wondering if we should oil her down so she can fuck Ned Leeds back to life."
"Why are we being so bluntly vulgar about this? I mean, I do it too -- but why?"
Mary Jane consider. "I dunno. Maybe because we need to cut it down to size or else it'll scare the pants of us."
"Which admittedly would facilitate the operation of the Lazarus Fuck Pit. I understand. So when's he get here -- and where is Gwen?"
"I gave her my credit card and she went out to clothes shop. She wants to try to be back before Peter. She doesn't know he's already on his way."
Cindy lapsed into thought for a long moment. "Peter doesn't have any vitamin E, does he? And maybe some Ginseng?"
Mary Jane rolled her eyes. "You're going to be insufferable, aren't you?"
"God, I hope so."
Peter sat on a bench, slightly sprawled. He was in Bryant Park, staring at the Josephine Shaw Lowell Memorial Fountain.
It was an oddly nice day. A bit on the hot side, but not too bad. New York did summer well. He always felt that way. He just stared at the water and the black granite that looked so red/orange.
Ovyah -- or 'Ollie' -- sat down next to him, handing him a hot dog and a Coke. "Here!" she shouted cheerfully. "Compliments of Miss Vayne! Tell me you planned that. Tell me you planned the pun on the word vain! Because awesome! Genki girl djinn approves!"
Peter snorted. "Thanks for the dog," he said, taking a bit. "Is this another edge case where you have discretion?"
"No -- when you gave me a name and place and backstory all the gaps filled in, and as it turns out I have a credit card and hot dog vendors take plastic. That's really wild, isn't it?"
"Heh. Be careful. We have to pay it back eventually."
"No, we really don't. You get that, right?" Ollie cocked her head, smiling and looking at him. "You can wish to bring me up to your sumptuous penthouse suite at the top of the skyscraper headquarters of the fantastically successful and returned Parker Industries and it will all just happen. No cost. No muss."
Peter laughed. "Of course there's a cost. If there doesn't seem like there's a cost, then other people are paying it."
"Peter, I do know how my own wishes work."
"Sure, for you. In the immediate. But think about it. If I made a wish and had billions of dollars and my multinational corporation back? All that money and all that infrastructure would be dumped into the world, and maybe your power makes it all fit but it causes a massive shift in how things work." He looked out at Bryant Park. "Consider... a biome. Or ecosystem, if you prefer. People love to talk about the balance of nature and they have a point when they do it, but what they forget is nature is always in balance. The biome changes to balance whatever gets put into it. So if you dump gasoline into that duck pond, the duck pond balances to include that, meaning the ducks leave. Ollie? We can't just throw financial and cultural bombs into the city. It will affect millions of people if we did something on the scale you're discussing." Peter shook his head. "When Robbie ran that headline that asked if Peter Parker were a threat or a menace, that was after I stopped Doc Ock by liquidating and scuttling Parker Industries. That hurt people all over the planet. Millions of people. The tech they had bought and relied on stopped working when the servers went down. Their jobs disappeared when the plants went away. And that was just barely the beginning."
"This isn't the same--"
"No, it's not. And that makes it worse because we have less idea how to deal with it." He shook his head. "Look. Maybe you really do predict everything with unerring accuracy and can slide stuff in with literally no disruption. But, remember I told you I met cosmic beings before? I also lived through reality alterations on a universal level before. Those have impact even if they're reverted. Ask the Scarlet Witch." He looked at Ollie. "I like you. And yeah. I'm going to get used to using your abilities. I have to, because I'm the only one who can. But... we can't make gigantic changes. Not even deceptively simple ones. And even if you know exactly what will happen, I don't. And I'm the one making the wish."
Ollie considered, then nodded. "Also, you're kind of an idiot."
"Yeah, I kind of am."
"And a loser."
"Biggest in the world."
"And you have odd taste in tights--"
"Hey! You do not dis the tights."
Cindy put the kettle on Peter's antiquated gas stove. "Hey -- was it a good idea to send Gwen out by herself?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well... she died quite a while ago, right? Things are different, now. I remember trying to acclimate after being locked up for so long, with just old videos to watch and not a lot of those. It was... very strange."
Mary Jane snorted. "She's been frighteningly well briefed. You'll see. And we can't start acting like we're all hothouse flowers. We have to live our lives or we'll resent Peter."
"We're not supposed to resent Peter? Darn! I've been doing it wrong."
"Me too."
Cindy paused, then turned the kettle off and set it on a back burner.
"...don't you want tea?"
"In a moment."
The open window seemed to suddenly ripple, and a stealth field rippled off, leaving gold and metal in its wake -- a figure that did a hard three point landing which rattled the dishes. And which very likely would have knocked the kettle off the burner.
"...God I wish I had silk sense," Mary Jane muttered.
The armored man stood up. "Yeah, I would say the same, but funny story -- I actually reverse engineered spider sense once. I'm told. I kinda wiped all that out of my brain with a disk utility." The armor shifted open and an almost annoyingly handsome man in a black silk shirt and slacks stepped out. "Miss Moon. You're looking... stunning. Why don't we date, again?"
"I have zero interest in you in any way, and missed all the years when your reputation got built up over time so I don't actually see the appeal."
"Fair." He smiled a bit, looking around. "MJ. Good to see you. I see you're moving up in the world." He nodded. "Yeah. This... this is a definite upgrade from your suite in Stark Tower. Totally. Why, exactly, aren't you living there any more?"
"I don't work for you any more."
"Right!" He snapped his fingers, pointing at Mary Jane but looking off to the side. "Not the best choice. We should change that. We've got soft serve ice cream in the break room now. I'm told. I never go there. Soft serve ice cream is terrible. Margaret Thatcher created it." He smiled. "Hi."
"Hi, Tony," Mary Jane said. "Got your checkbook? This is gonna be an interesting conversation."
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