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Spectacular Spider-man Seasons 3, 4 and 5	By : redsliver Category: Marvel Verse Cartoons > Spectacular Spiderman, The Views: 23572 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Foreword: edited for readability, but I am a terrible self editor. I need a beta reader something fierce.
309 Repeat Offenders
"They're saying it's your fault." Jenkins told Manfredi. "You're inclusion of a supervillain, led to this."
"They'd be wise to keep their mouths shut." She replied. The back window rolled up. "Reports are less than explicit. Jack doesn't know the meaning of subtlety."
"Goblin is dead."
"Yes." Sable sneered. She looked back through the tinted glass. The fire fighters were doing quick work containing the smouldering ruins of her waterfront warehouse. Her car rejoined traffic unnoticed. It still didn't sit right with her. Jack had been a good little psychopath since Tombstone had been flushed out. He had kept his rampages to armored car robberies and retaliatory strikes. Sable had hoped he would have been smart enough to leave well enough alone. She still believed that. Her crew did not. In the name of saving face, she was going to get nasty. She hadn't smashed pumpkins since Halloween in junior high.
***************
"Liz made the honor roll. She is so excited. If I don't take her she'll be devastated." Peter had been pleading his case all morning. Liz had kept him up all night badgering him about the importance of the Hydra party.
"Of course you can, Peter." May smiled over her mug.
"It's an all as ages club. There won't be any drinking. She'll never forgive me if I don't make it."
"I said yes twice now." May pointed out.
"I'm not even going to need uncle Ben's old tux. Liz bought me a shirt as a way to say thank you. I'm supposed to wear that and--"
It behooved May to pick up one of her muffins and shove it directly into Peter's motormouth. He managed to snap out of his babbling when his reflexes nearly encouraged him to wrench May's arm from its socket. Luckily, he didn't even pull at all before he caught himself. He took the muffin with a sheepish smile.
"I thought I told you to be honest with these girls, Peter." May looked at him with worried eyes. "It's like you won't take yes for an answer. Well I'm not going to give you an easy way out. It seems like you and Elizabeth need to talk."
Peter didn't have a reply. He watched his aunt take the extra muffins to the cookie jar next to the fridge. His thoughts had started to catch up with him but nothing quite formed before his phone rang. "Liz?"
"Petey! I'm sorry but I couldn't wait. Did you talk to your aunt yet?"
"Uh, Yeah. We're on."
The resulting excitation was pitched high enough to wake every dog in all five Boroughs. "Tonight, eight o'clock? "
"I don't think I'll make it through these next twelve hours." Liz confessed.
"I'll see you tonight." Peter shared no excitement. He cut off her goodbye with a click of his Osberry and sat it face down on the table. His forehead immediately fell beside it.
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"Mornin' LT, did I ever tell you how good you look in gold? " Sergeant Stan Carter had a bright smile that morning. He carried two steaming cups of coffee. He was still getting used to having a new partner. Vin Gonzales was no Jean deWolff, but the kid was eager. Stan wondered how Al had kept up with him. His old partner was perched behind a half century old desk. She was not wearing anything like a smile. "Two cream no sugar. They didn't have that cream cheese you like so I just skipped the bagels completely."
"What the hell are you doing talking to reporters?" The lieutenant tossed the day's Daily Bugle onto her desk.
"Uh..." Stan replied in due eloquence. He then gestured forward with the paper wrapped cup.
"We do not sanction vigilantes!" She shouted taking her feet. Stan wished he had shut the door when he had come in. He tried to avoid seeing the paper under deWolff's hand. Pumpkin Bombings Kill Four "Worthless Lowlifes" was a pretty damning headline.
"C'mon deWolff! Captain gives Spidey a free pass. Nothing I said wasn't true." He pleaded.
"You're not the Captain. You are not the only one responsible for the fool words coming out of your fool mouth. The Captain wouldn't be so insensitive as to speak this way of the dead. The Captain would never let anyone think we're supporting the Goddamn Jack o' Lantern! As far as I see things, we are way too lenient on this kind of thing. Going forth, our policy is zero tolerance on vigilantism. We're going to start by taking down Spider-man."
"Sure thing, LT." Stan made the mistake of reminding Jean that he had been called in the first place. Her brown eyes steeled on his.
"You should be suspended. I've been given leave to do just that." Her calmness was more unsettling than her rage had been. "I'm not going to do that. I know you'll get into even more trouble if you're not being babysat." That comment incited laughter from the bullpen. Stan hardened his jaw and kept his eyes on Jean. "You speak to any reporter again and you're fired. Understood?"
"Understood." He asserted.
"Good." Carter turned to leave. "When you come by tomorrow, you'll bring the bagel."
**************
"He needs to be sedated. Please. He's in pain." Dr Ashley Kafka looked up from the gurney. Her hand resting on John's shoulder. It clearly wasn't as soothing a gesture as he seemed to need. The Air Force colonel kicked and thrashed against his restraints. Ashley pleaded with J. Jonah, her eyes expressing her concern.
"We need to keep him sober." Dr Warren 's voice belied sympathy. Kafka only heard the dangerous curiosity that bubbled at the bottom of his soul."This is a delicate operation. We need to verify the state of his brain chemistry."
"The power! Give me back the power!"
"Doctor!" Jameson rushed to his son's side. Ashley was crowded off the patient's shoulder. The newspaperman pleaded with her. "How can we make him more comfortable?"
"Without sedation--" She met Warren's eyes and changed tack. "We'll .secure his jaw so he doesn't bite his tongue off."
"Thank you, doctor." Warren's gratitude was a sour reward. Kafka sorted her medical tools. Jameson brushed his son's forehead. Sweat was soaking through his straightjacket. The padded leather restraints creaked and pulled under tension.
"This well help him won't it? Because God have mercy on you if this is some --"
"I assure you Mr Jameson, this is the best hope for your son. " Warren laid a hand above Jameson's elbow. "Everyone here is doing their very best to give your son back the life such a brave young man deserves."
"We're ready," Debra wheeled in a table full of syringes and instruments. Ashley looked to Debra but found no emotional compatriot. John struggled against his muzzle. His father kissed his son on the forehead.
"My eyes are on you." Jameson turned towards Miles. He resisted a moment before allowing Debra to lead him from the room.
Kafka oversaw the precision team that Warren and Whitman made. After two quick blood samples and one cerebrospinal fluid sample, the pair started on their supposed cure. Kafka had read the papers and agreed with much of the abstract. She felt this was foolhardy and impatient. Grafting mammalian DNA onto human should be decades of trials away from such a test. She tried not to grind her teeth too loudly. She doubted J Jonah Jameson would have noticed an earthquake at the moment.
"The treatment is prepared. Sample is lupine focusing on strength and familial bonds." Warren spoke for the recorder. Debra applied an arc to the sample. "Electrolyzed. Administering treatment."
"Is it happening? What's happening?" Jameson gripped the railing as he looked down into the theatre. His son rolled and thrashed in his bonds. Warren had stepped back after injecting the serum into John's forearm. Debra had needed no cue to stay back. They gave no passing look to Jameson's conniptions. Slowly, minutes ticking near the hour, John began to settle. Kafka rushed ahead of Warren. She leaned over the patient. His eyes showed lucidity. He was patiently waiting to be released. For a moment, she thought of Warren as a miracle worker. She was working off the mouth restraints when the father pushed against the son.
"John! How do you feel?" Kafka had a smile for the man who steamrolled her.
"Do you think we could get a table at Luigi's? I could really go for that steak." The collision of a hug guarded the scientists from seeing a father shed tears for his son. Kafka turned to offer congratulations to Warren. She saw his back disappear into his office. She decided to offer her hand to Debra. They set to cleaning the lab.
"The preliminaries look good, Miles."
"Of course they do." Dr Warren was impatient. "All I need is your specifications and we'll be ready to proceed."
"Time is of the essence, but we will not be moving ahead recklessly. I will monitor Jameson for the time being."
"This lack of faith insulting, Michael."
"I would expect no less of you. We're men of science, not men of faith."
"Very well." Dr Warren agreed. "I will require the retainer nonetheless."
"Now this is the man I can trust. The money will be transferred by the end of the day."
"There is one way by which I can assuage your hesitations." Dr Warren suggested.
"Jameson is not a man you want to upset." Michael reminded.
"This will assure him the procedure is foolproof." Dr Warren shrugged. "A few hours of turmoil will be fine. I will begin the trial when the money transfer has completed."
"Very well. I hope for both of our sakes you're as successful as your confidence suggests." Michael fell into a coughing fit into his red handkerchief. He took a moment longer to compose himself. "Good day, Miles."
"Farewell, Michael."
***************
Hydra occupied the first two basements of its Midtown home. Gwen had never felt so out of place standing in line. She was sheltered under Harry's arm while he chatted and bragged with Kenny. The few attempts Glory had made at conversation had died between the teenaged girls.
"Rand and Sally are already inside." Glory looked up from her phone. "Flash is on his way."
"Any word on MJ? " Gwen asked. She wasn't certain if she was too afraid of asking about Liz and Peter or that she wanted to keep him from her thoughts.
"Just that she's fashionable but not late." The redhead seemed to materialize out of the crowd. Her green eyes turned to Gwen's new dress. "Wow, Gwen!"
"I know," Harry and Glory agreed. The quiet blonde was wearing a red dress. The skirt floated in waves at her knees. The front was conservatively cut, yet accented her figure more than anything she had worn before. Her arms and shoulders were bare except for the rose corsage on her left wrist. Her cheeks were mimicking the hue of her dress. Her flat sandals, though lovely, didn't quite complete the dress.
"I particularly like her accessory." Glory referred to the boy attached to the blonde. Harry matched his date with his full on tuxedo with a millionaire's smile. His arm never left Gwen's shoulders or hips. Mary Jane saw the dimness in Gwen's eyes and held back her praise.
"Yeah who says money can't buy you love?" Kenny laughed. The immediate scowl on Glory's face told him how poorly he picked his words. He still remembered the fall formal and how Glory had picked Harry until Kenny had properly apologized and had won her back. That plus the championship they had lost from Harry's drug use. Kenny harbored hard feelings.
"What the hell are we doing waiting in line." MJ defused Glory's imminent rant. "You've got a billionaire and supermodel in the party. The bouncer isn't going to stop us."
"Isn't that a little unfair?" Gwen asked.
"Absolutely!" MJ beamed.
"Lead the way!" Kenny prompted and pushed Glory by the small of her back after the redhead. Harry's fingers laced with Gwen. The smile she returned was excited and genuine. That's what scared her the most.
****************
Silver Sable grinned in full kit. Her ponytail whipped through the pall of smoke as she fell back. Her knees were slightly spread, gripping the metal railing of the catwalk. Her eyeblack boxed the sights of her weapon. The trigger compressed. The hammer fell. The charges detonated. Bladed staples raced from the muzzle. Her whooping laugh sang harmony with pumpkin screams. She kicked her legs free continuing her flip to the lot below. Fire lanced through what could have been her head.
"You're getting slow Jackie Boy!" She taunted from her one knee crouch.
"You are one ungrateful bitch." Jack's pogo like glider cast sparks from the rail where Sable had so recently dangled. "I had a place for a woman like you! You could have been my queen when I conquered this city."
Sable's lip cocked in disgust. Her Wild Pack took beads on Jack. Gunfire erupted, suppressing an immediate response and drawing actual fire. She kicked into a run, grabbing a hanging chain in her left hand as she gathered speed. "Sorry, Jacky Boy, I have a rule not to get in bed with anybody green." His glider kicked up. Her staple missed his knee but sheared the bottom of the rocket. A blast of exhaust squealed. Jack was thrown clear. Sable's chain was taut and pulled her into the air, swinging back into the fight in a circular pendulum. Jack hit the concrete. His armor kept him from getting torn up as he skidded a couple more feet. Sable released the chain and landed on Jack's supine body. Her shin guards and combat boots squeezed together on his hips. Her staple gun pointed to his bright flaming helmet. "Or, you know, psychotic."
Jack managed to grab Sable's vest above her breasts. He yanked forward as she pulled the trigger. Part of his helmet burst. Sable cartwheeled, but his grip was good. Her long platinum hair scythed through the flames as she pitched over him. The cracking of gunfire drowned under the shriek of pumpkins.
"Too little too late," Sable spun as she skidded the to a halt. The staple gun kicked against her shoulder, bruising her bruises. Jack's eye narrowed through the coughing flames left of his battered helmet. Weaving avoided the first and final staples. The second punched into his armored forearm and the third caught his retaliatory grenade mid flight. Sable and Jack were thrown back from each other. Sable slammed into a crate that splintered and dumped its straw and handguns over her shoulders.
"Captain!" Her soldier shouted to her.
"I'm fine! " she spat humiliated for drawing the sympathy in the middle of the stand off. Green fire and screams ringed the warehouse. Jack's flames towered over get. Sable tugged her shoulder strap. There was no heft. Her weapon was gone. She didn't scream. She just looked up pissed.
"Ms Manfredi!" Came the call again.
"I'm--" Jack 's boot ended her reply. He grabbed her again by the chest and yanked her to her feet.
"Your goon is trying to tell you those aren't my bombs!" Jack growled. He whipped Sable around. She saw the muzzle flashes of her men disappear in sequence. Each fighter vanished in a flash and a scream.
"What?" Sable watched the shadow materialize. He was dead. She had watched them bury Osborn.
"Haa hahaha![1]" Bellowed the Goblin. The smoke parted and he was there. He was darker than the Green Goblin. The natural orange yellow of his Kevlar mask grinned madly under a torn burgundy cloak. He crouched on his glider. He raised his left fist. Three pumpkin blades gleamed in the firelight. "You're dressed to kill tonight, Ms Manfredi."
"You have no idea." Sable gathered her shoulders and every ounce of confidence she could. "But I think it's time you found out."
"No, this copycat is my victim." Jack thrust Sable aside. He brought his flame thrower to bear. The spark from the newcomer’s index finger seared black into Jack's breastplate. Jack flew backward off his feet.
"You're calling me a copycat?" The Goblin laughed with manic glee. "You're nothing but a drunk at karaoke. I'm Johnny Cash. This is my song now."
****************
Sweat beaded on her goosebumped skin. Single drops curled through her cleavage. Rivulets slunk down the edge of her spine. Betty pulled on her bangs. A mist atomized in front of her shut eyes. Her lips shined with gloss and saliva. She breathed, sighs catching on the tongue that lagged out across her teeth.
Ned held her by the hips. He bounced her up and down. She rolled herself around on his dick. Her fingernails marked his torso from nipple to navel.
"Ned..." Betty whimpered. Her body rocked in motion and flinched in spasms. She was near, pressure was building in her sex, in her veins, in her mind and in her eyes. It was a near perfect moment. Ned twisted under her, almost precognitively to his phone ringing.
"Don't answer it!" Betty stopped against her body's demands. Ned had the nerve to smirk at her.
"Robbie?" He answered. The reply was long but didn't carry to Betty. After a couple seconds Ned sat up. Betty was still impaled and aghast. She started hearing Robbie's voice through the small speaker.
"--ship in the East River. Sources say its Jack. Can you get there?"
"Consider me already on my way." Ned bubbled excitement.
"Ned!" Betty hissed silently. Need just kissed her as he picked her off his lap. She flopped on the bed as Robbie shared the last of the details. "Excellent, I'll be there in a New York minute."
"You'll never believe it. Foswell thinks it's Manfredi, but we know it's Jack so I got first bite. "
"You're seriously expecting me to be excited right now?"
"Of course," Ned had pulled on his pants and slipped into a t-shirt. "You're the best."
"At l least one of us is." She mumbled as he hurried out the bedroom door.
Betty sighed, she was cooling down. The roof was boring to watch. The sex had been good but now all she felt was three kinds of empty. Her fingers started circling her sex. If she wanted to spend yet another night alone in bed, she should have stayed home. At least there she had her vibrator and fan stories about being webbed up and dominated by her hero. Well, if Ned was going to ditch her for a costumed man, why shouldn't she?
Betty's eyes drifted shut as the black suited Spider man slipped in through the window. Her lips curled in a smile. The bedsprings were an orchestra her hips conducted. She was quickly murmuring and panting as he mounted her.
***************
Peter was only twenty minutes late. He had managed to wrinkle and misbutton his new shirt. New York's finest had a web wrapped gift waiting for them. He ran his hand through his recently neat hair. He had forgotten the flowers. Liz greeted him with a smile and a kiss. Her purple dress hugged from the swell of her breasts to the tips of her thighs. Peter's tongue nearly collided with his shoes.
"C'mon Petey," Liz led him by the hand towards the elevator. "You have all night to drool over me. I can't have you worn out yet."
The cab was then caught in traffic. The line into Hydra was brutal. Their friends had been in and partying for nearly an hour before Peter and Liz reached the doorman. Liz almost wished she had another hour to be struck in transit with Peter. The first thing they saw through the light show and smoke machines, was Gwen Stacy. The blonde was sandwiched between Harry and MJ. The band geek had the brains, the rhythm and the body. Liz tugged Peter to the left. She had intended to pull him straight onto the dance door. Right now, it was far too crowded.
"Lizzie!" Sally shouted. Her shriek managed to cut through the overbearing music. The tiny cheerleader was still swallowed in the crowd despite her three inches of heel. Liz scanned the crowd. It was Peter who saw Sally and pulled his date to the big table.
"Sally," the two girls met with a hug. "I love this dress! You look like such a slut!" Sally was in pink, the cut of her neck almost to her navel. Her pert breasts squeezed and out. Peter noticed them a third time.
"You're the hot one." Sally retorted. "That shirt is slutty! I’m surprised I can’t see your underwear."
"Maybe there’s nothing to see." Liz nearly stopped Peter's heart. "I'm surprised you and Rand aren't out on the dance floor. Who is he talking to?"
"John something. I can't believe he can ignore this dress." Sally grumbled. Her arms crossing under her breasts almost distracted Peter one more.
"John's out of the hospital?" Peter pushed in closer.
"Yeah," Sally retreated a little bit when confronted with her own selfishness and Peter’s proximity. The frown on her lips was still partially directed at Rand.
"Let Rand catch up with his buddy. Let Petey and me take you out on the dance floor. " Liz picked up her best friend's wrists. Sally gave an unhappy sneer towards Peter. Liz tugged. Sally followed. Peter slogged behind.
Hydra was seriously crowded. Midtown’s population was stuffed in passed code and then supplemented with dozens of unrelated party goers. Liz was electric. She ground and distracted and herded Peter by his heart and his hormones. She had been teasing with Sally. Her dance moves eventually revealed the thin material of her thong. Peter found himself having a good time. He couldn’t speak to Liz through the music. Sally just sort of lost herself in the crowd. Sha Shan and Flash circled. MJ tried to steal him for a song but found Glory and Liz immediately winging her and slowly levering her off of Peter.
Gwen tried to have fun too. The crowd of them was mixing but it seemed like Peter and she were always at opposite poles of the group. She danced with Kenny, spent half the song with her feet off the floor and her heart struggling with the laughter to escape her throat. She always came back to Harry.
“Do you want to get something to drink Petey?” Liz hollered into his ear. Her black hair was matte with sweat. Her lips glistening as she licked them. Peter was in slightly better shape.
“Totally,” Peter agreed. “I’ll grab some and meet you back at the table.”
“What?!” Liz shouted over the music. Peter repeated themselves and was sent off with a kiss. He approached the bar but was pushed back a handful of times while girls made their way closer to the barman.
“Having trouble, tiger?” MJ announced her presence by pinching Peter’s butt. His spider sense prepared him but he still jumped anyways.
“Just a little.” Peter admitted. In truth he was imagining webbing the entire crowd to the floor so he could walk over them. MJ laughed and put on her model’s pout and poise and the crowd parted. She grabbed a bottle of mineral water and Peter got a few matching bottles and a coke for himself. He turned and finally met eyes with Gwen. She was staggeringly gorgeous in her dress. Peter’s mind began to shut down until she turned from him towards an awkwardly dancing Harry.
“I’m going back out there, tiger.” MJ elbowed him.
“Drive safe,” Peter mumbled and hurried back towards his own date. The music was less deafening on the fringes of the club. Peter handed water bottles to Liz and Sally. From the first he received a gracious kiss. From the latter a mumbled thank you.
“John! What’s--John!” Rand shouted into his phone.
“What’s going on? Rand?” Kenny asked but was pushed out of his way by his friend.
“Rand Robertson where do you think you’re going!” Sally snapped.
“Its John. He’s, I don’t know. Howling. I have to go.” His phone dropped onto the table and Peter’s eyes went wide to see the flash of white fur disappear of the corner of the screen. He could hear Jolly Jonah yelling for his son over the club.
“What! Why! What can you do!” Sally begged.
“He’s like an older brother to me.” Rand pushed Sally aside with a gentle insistence.
“He was undergoing treatment with Dr Warren.” Peter stepped forward. “Maybe we can--”
“Not you, Petey!” Liz grabbed his hands. Her brown eyes were pleading but they quickly molded into a sad smile. “If you can help Rand and his friend, you should go.”
“Of course,” Peter leaned in and pecked Liz’s lips. “You’re the best.”
“I’ll take care of Sally. Go on.”
Rand was already far gone ahead of Peter. That seemed to work best for the Spider-man. He was near the door when MJ stopped him.
“MJ, what?” Peter stuttered to a halt.
“It’s Gwen.” The redhead had a sad smile.
“She’s with Harry. He can take care of her.” Peter declared with a sick fatalism.
“Tiger, listen--”
“No, I’m needed and you know why.” Peter was about to hurry around her but he laid a hand on her shoulder first. “Besides she’s got you here.”
“Alright, go.” MJ slumped. “Just be careful.”
But her last wish was overshadowed by the bass and the boom.
***************
“Is the food here yet?” John was antsy. He had been forcibly on the phone all night. Checking in with his mother, old friends, the Air Force and now finally Rand. He was just glad the kid was in high spirits and still his very cool self. John was starting rumble. He tried to hope it was all his stomach.
“Luigi’s cooking it up special for the two of us. Just you me and a couple of bloody shanks of cow. How’s Robbie’s boy doing?” Jonah was grinning like a madman. He had already accosted two waitresses and the head chef over the enormity of the night. John had turned back to the phone encouraging Rand to complete his anecdote about seeing Spider-man fight Venom at school. The astronaut was happy his father was too busy being happy to comment on the topic of discussion.
“What’s that smell?” John perked up drawing a huge breath in through his nose. His lips rolled back in a grin. He snapped his head back and forth seeing the patrons picking and talking over their steaming hunks.
“My boy, what’s wrong?” Jameson dashed around to the side of the table but John had leapt his phone clattering onto the tabletop.
John turned to his father but all he said was garbled into barks and snaps. His blond hair was starting to whiten. Muscle rippled beneath his army jacket. His fingernails began to edge into blades. Then the transformation turned violent. His eyes bright and yellowing flashed to the kitchen doors opening where the waitress was appearing with his food. John's head flipped back. Roaring and howling his jaw and mouth extended becoming a snout. Slobber shined on his dagger like teeth. He leapt. The waitress screamed. Her tray clattered to the floor. He dove and began tearing into the meat.
"What are we dealing with?" Sergeant Stan Carter arrived on scene with officer Vin Gonzales. His colleagues had cordoned off Luigi's. SWAT was in the process of positioning snipers on surrounding rooftops. A young woman was crying hysterically while paramedics looked over in the back of an ambulance.
"You!" Stan turned to see Jameson thundering towards him. He sighed, prepared to shrug off the newspaperman and deal with his own. Jameson would not be stopped. "Call off your trigger happy men! That's my son in there and I'll not see him shot down and killed."
"Probably just make him angry." Stan tried to step around Jameson to see the white furred beast man scavenging at each table.
"Besides, there's no budget for silver ammunition." Gonzales quipped and turned Jameson right towards him. His semi-smirk collapsed as all cylinders fired on Jameson's pure directed rage.
"What are our options?" Stan abandoned his partner and turned towards the others present.
"We could try firing the gas canisters through the windows." The riot geared SWAT commander suggest. "If they can take down The Rhino..."
"Any taxpayers left inside?"
"We've been given the all clear."
"Alright," Stan scanned the scene. He was the highest ranking officer present. "Do it."
The windows cracked around small holes as the four gas launchers blasted the charges into the restaurant. The wolf inside growled when one of the spinning gas bombs collided with his head. He was fast, the window left of the door shattered outward. John Jameson was rushing and screeching and decidedly no longer within the cloud of tranquilizer.
A couple of officers brought their sidearms to bear. Stan was not quick enough to stop it he could just see the shit storm forming in front of him. The crack of pistols firing was a fraction of a heartbeat. The bullets sparked against and ricocheted harmlessly off the door panels of a police cruiser.
"Bad dog!" Spider-man had shouted. He had collided feet first into the ribs of John. The monster tumbled out of the line of fire and Spider-man had rebounded backwards. "Now, stay! Play dead!"
The commands didn't have their desired effects. John swiveled up and rushed Spider-man.
"Whoa, Wolfman!" Spider-man was surprised at the speed of his opponent. He was about make a comment on the not insignificant part of his budget that went into maintaining and all too often replacing his uniform.
"My son is not the wolfman!" J Jonah yelled, two officers physically restraining him, "He is a real American hero. He is first and foremost a man!"
"Fine!" Spider-man ducked under a vicious claw swipe. He flexed his arm and hooked under John's armpit. "Whoa Man Wolf! Don't you know these--"
The quip was discontinued as Spider-man howled. Claws raked across his chest while he slammed Man Wolf into the pavement with a straight hip toss. The hero skidded back to prevent all the flesh from being torn off his ribs. His the spider on his chest was quadrisected.
"And I was this close to telling him to play nice." Spider-man flashed out his webs to tie Man Wolf to the floor. "There's a good boy."
Man Wolf tried to rip his arm out of the web but he was stuck. Spider-man had to do a double take. The speed and power had told him he might need to empty both cartridges over John. His happy surprise gave Man Wolf enough time to twist and shred the webs with his free claw.
The next few webshots missed as Man Wolf tore over the top of a police car and banked a corner. Spider-man lashed out a line and tensed to jump away and after the new villain.
"You really need to keep him on a leash, picklepuss."
J Jonah's apoplexy exploded as Spider-man swung after Man Wolf. The Wolf was fast. A hot dog cart overturned. A cyclist shrieked as she swerved into a cluster of shrieking and panicking middle schoolers. Claw marks appeared with chalkboard shrieks as Man Wolf raced a madly unplanned path towards Central Park.
Spider-man dropped out of the sky in a vicious dropkick across snout. The white furred beast somersaulted hard across lawn and dirt. He ended with a slam into a tree.
"Now let's get you muzzled." Spider-man squared off. He made sure to stem the opportunities to flee left and right with webbing.
It only left Man Wolf the option to go for the throat. The fight began hard. Spider-man swayed back from a slash and managed to connect with an uppercut. The punch left him open and fangs crunched down on his shoulder. The hero threw the beast to the floor and scored a kick to the edge of his thigh. Man Wolf pressed the attack. Two claws ripped through newly empty air. Spider-man slapped both palms down on Man Wolf's shoulders. His Spider powers allowed the grip to keep. He twisted throwing Man wolf bodily back into the tree. Webs chased the spiralling Man Wolf.
"Now we just need to get you muzzled." Spider-man declared using more webs to secure Man Wolf's criss crossed wrists to an overhanging limb.
"At least I know you're not strong enough to rip the webbing." The wooden crack preceded the stars orbiting Spider's mask. "Of course, I didn't think about the tree."
Spider-man twisted. He needed to get back to his feet. The earth tearing up where Man Wolf's jaws tore up the earth. The fight was back on. Spider-man pirouetted upside down on the palm of his hand. His other hand raised to slash out another blast of webbing at Man Wolf's feet. His spider sense was buzzing madly. He expected the Wolf to pounce. The air before his face. Gold trimmed green smoke behind pumpkin shrapnel and a hideous scream. Man Wolf yelped and ran. Spider-man was slammed back into the side of a pizza delivery man's scooter.
"Jack can't you see I'm playing with Fido. Why don't you--"
Peter's eyes widened under his mask. His breath froze inside his lungs. That was the Goblin.
***************
The ship erupted in a screaming blaze. Silver Sable shouted very unladylike expletives. There was a large enough arsenal in the boat to give her this city. She twisted about, doing as quick a headcount as she could. Grimacing, she nodded. One of her Wild Pack handed her a spare staple gun.
"What happened to Jack?" She demanded.
"Hopefully he put himself on the bottom of the river." Her lieutenant declared.
"Nothing's ever that easy." Sable grimaced as a waterspout burst out of the river. "Fall back."
The shadow that blasted out of the water sailed in a shallow arc onto the harborfront. His body armor was bogged down with water. His helmet was cracked broken and leaking gas. His wrist flamethrowers were in working order. He vanished from sight as the ball of fire enveloped him. He staggered forward, pumpkin relit.
"We should put him down." The Wild Pack suggested.
"No, let freaks deal with freaks." Silver Sable slung her gun over her shoulder. The cackling goblin was still circling overhead.
"And what if freaks are not happy with that arrangement?"
The question was potent. The Goblin seemed to be toying with Jack. Splashes of green shrieked all around the smashed pumpkin as he sputtered about on his even more erratic glider.
"We hit them both with everything we got." Sable turned on her heel and jogged out passed the warehouses. Sable Manfredi wanted this night to be done. Her profits were unsalvageable, Jenkins was waiting and this kind of fight brought arachnid attention.
"You think you can just come onto my turf without paying for the privilege." Jack growled as his flaming jets chased behind the new Goblin's contrails.
"You think because a couple rats run away when you walk by you own anything?" The Goblin cackled. "You don't know Jack!" He punctuated his joke with four quick zaps from his finger blasters.
"You make worse jokes than the webhead." Jack threw a pumpkin bomb as hard as he could. The trigger was soaked from the river and refused to detonate. The Goblin caught it with a mad laugh.
"You're toys are broken. Here you can play with mine."
"You're a bad person." Jack could do nothing save for dive for cover off of his damaged glider. Jack hit the pavement on his wrists. He somersaulted away as his grenade was introduced to jet. The blast combined the pumpkin shriek with twisted metal into something properly hellish.
"I'd love to stay and finish our delightful repartee but alas, I can't be in two places at once." The Goblin cut a leg, deeply bowing before turning on his rocket glider and slashing deeply into the city. "Now where'd my date get to."
"He's coming after us." Jenkins said as she checked her side mirrors. She had curved mirrored strips custom made for their bottoms. It allowed her to look above her car. A lesson learned from Hammerhead being caught by the Green Goblin.
"Just what we needed." Sable's men were winged out in two vans. "Shake him loose. We'll meet up at the rendezvous point."
Jenkins never verbally acknowledged an order. She set to work. The streets were clear for New York. Sable radioed her men. She was still in full kit, however her gun was a replacement. She meticulously and swiftly checked it.
"Hey Goblin!" Sable mounted the long gun to her shoulder. She was sitting out the door on her rolled down window. Jenkins dodged around a Probe. The heel of Sable's boot dug into the door handle. Assured of her grip, she shouted: "You should have stayed with Jack!"
Staples whipped into the sky. The butt hammered the bruise on Silver Sable's shoulder.
The Goblin pirouetted through the ordnance until he pushed aside the gun and was mask to face with the gangster.
"Now my dear, is that anyway to make friends?"
He attempted to lob a pumpkin bomb in through the window.
Jenkins cut the wheel. The swerve bumped the glider into the next lane. The bomb skittered across the pavement. The shriek screamed lower in pitch as the vehicles sped off.
"Oh a merry chase! You are oh so much fun."
The car careened through traffic. Sable trusted the driver, she had outmanoeuvred assassins, cops and military in the clunkiest of vehicles. Her stomach wasn't showing the same iron will.
"Wild Pack report." Silver Sable shouted into static. She slipped rockily into the back seat. Something was jamming her radio. Wherever this guy came from, he was shopping at the very same stores as the last Goblin. Silver Sable looked up as her seatbelt clicked in. "Turn north from here. We can't risk fighting in anywhere as open as Central Park."
The Goblin disagreed with her. He walled off the turn off with a pumpkin flame and shrapnel. Jenkins managed to slalom for a short drive but the pumpkin found its way into her wheel well. The tires squealed. The pumpkin shrieked. The windows cracked. The women cussed.
The vehicle bounced and rolled. Its roof crumpled dangerously up towards Sable's head.
The glider hovered down next to the overturned car. The Goblin rapped on the window with his knuckles. "You took off without a word, I was beginning to think I might have offended you."
The driver's door burst open with the kick. Jenkins rolled out. Her cap was gone and her blonde hair pulled loose from its professional bun. The pistol in her hands shouted. Crack! Crack! Crack!
A bullet resistant vest can fail when shot with a pistol. And even if the bullet is caught the momentum still transfers to the target. Goblin's armor covered more with thicker armor. The armor weighed more but the three bullets still managed to stagger the Goblin off his glider.
"Not wise," The Goblin snapped. He flashed forward. The next bullet buried into the asphalt. He snatched the pistol from Jenkins' hand with his left and slapped her backhanded across the face with his right. "Not wise at all."
"I don't think we want wisdom from some goofball dressed like a cartoon." The staple gun had been damaged in the crash. It wouldn't fire. Silver Sable swung it like a club. The Goblin staggered and the second blow slammed him to the ground.
"Ah, the lady finally steps out onto the dance floor." The Goblin laughed as he shot her ankles out with both index fingers.
Silver Sable let out a shriek and went to the ground. Jenkins tried to stand but another pulse took her between the breasts. Her shoulders and back collided with the side of the car.
The howl split the night. The Goblin stepped over Sable's body and began to laugh. The glider's exhaust roared across overhead. The Goblin began fiddling with his wrist controls. "I hate to leave a woman unfinished but it seems there's another party I must attend."
The Goblin ran off. Turning a nearby corner and disappearing into the night.
"Do you need a medic?" Sirens were starting to overcome the noise of New York.
"No, I'm ready to go." Jenkins helped Silver Sable to her feet. "I called for extraction."
"Good, we need to regroup." Sable turned towards the sirens. Her eyes flashed wide. Jenkins pulled her out of sight as a massive wolf roared passed.
"Stay! Bad dog!" Spider-man shouted as he chased after the dog. "I am such a cat person."
Sable and Jenkins watched the two chasing cruisers avoid the overturned car and follow the Spider-man and into Central Park. Sable turned when she felt Jenkins's insistent hand on her elbow. "That's it. I'm becoming an accountant."
***************
Liz listened to Sally with mirrored impatience. She was ecstatic to be back with Peter but she often felt doubt. The truth was all the things Petey did, all the ways he managed to be late and to disappear, all of these pushed much further under her skin than they had before he had du--before they had broken up.
She saw Gwen. Liz wondered what could have frazzled the girl so badly. The blonde ducked and weaved her way towards the dance floor crowd around MJ. Then Liz saw Harry. That smug look. That cocked smile. Liz had never truly appreciated that afterglow grin before. Petey's poor punctuality and need to disappear chafed a lot less knowing that Gwen was giving it up to Harry.
"Just run off and leave the two hottest girls in the place. Our boyfriends can suck."
"We don't have to stay Sal," Liz turned in their booth seat. "But what else are we going to do. It's not like we could help if we up and chased after the boys."
"Well why not?" Sally demanded. "Seems like everyone else gets to see something crazy in this city. Let's go after them."
Liz saw flashes of her brother and flames and really wanted to say no. The girls weaved out of the club and collided against the backs of Sha Shan and Flash who were in less of a hurry out the main doors.
"Oh, hey girls." Flash grinned as he had one arm around Sha Shan. The asian girl smiled, but forcefully as all of Flash's weight was not on his own legs.
"You two are leaving early." Sally immediately grinned broadly as she darted her eyes between them. The four teenagers climbed out the stairs onto the midtown street.
"Loud, disharmonic, cookie cutter music isn't really my scene." Sha Shan commented drily.
"Yeah, and with Rand and you two ditching, its not going to be much of a party for long." Flash shrugged politically. "Sally and Sha Shan's place are pretty close. Did you want to share a cab?"
"No," Liz was abrupt, "We're not heading that way."
"Cool, good night girls." Flash beamed as he and Sha Shan moved to flag down a cab.
The girls bullied and flirted two groups of teenagers out of the next ride.
"Luigi's. It's on--"
"Oh, I know where it is. Classy place. This a big night for you two girls." The sketchy yet culturally tolerant cabbie bantered.
"No we're on our way to meet boyfriends." Sally corrected politely.
The rest of the drive was in staggered silence. they approached the restaurant to find a police barricade. "I hope your boyfriends are OK."
Liz paid and tipped the driver as Sally hurried out. Liz nearly fell back into the car. A giant white wolf howled and barrelled passed her.
"Oh, hellooo Spider-man." Sally purred watching the blur of red and blue and missing Liz's near collision.
"Sally!" Liz was swatting the dirt off of her butt.
"I'm just saying," Sally smirked, "Imagine getting your hands on that little Spider butt."
***************
"That was a glider. He's dead! He's dead!" Spider-man shouted at the New York night. He was frantic. His Spider-sense tingled and was numb. Tooth and nail shredded webbing. Spider-man finally reacted. The air that housed his throat vibrated the bone snapping crunch of closing jaws.
"Easy boy." Spider-man wheeled back to square off with Man Wolf. "I'm not dinner."
Spider struck Wolf with a lunging straight punch. Claws closed in on Spidey. Blood ran from his shoulders. Man Wolf staggered back. He panted and snapped for air.
"No!" Spider-man yelled as he tackled Man Wolf out of the way of a pumpkin bomb. Man Wolf kicked and clawed. Spider-man was punished with concussion and laceration.
"I do believe I am making all sorts of new friends tonight." Cackled the Goblin. Spider-man managed to fall onto his back and kick Man Wolf up and into a tree. "Allow me introduce myself Spider-man. I am the Hobgoblin."
"Another copy? At least Jack O'Lantern had some of his own flair. Wearing the prom queen's dress doesn't win you the crown." Spider-man had to dive to the left. He brought himself around in a hard turn punching Man Wolf into the dirt.
"All dogs on a leash Spider-man. It'd be bad for my reputation if I had to turn crime fighter on you." The Hobgoblin tutted. His hands whipping up. Six pumpkin blades winged out.
Spider-man leapt forward twisting through the onslaught. Man Wolf growled and yelped. Spider-man turned, his Spidey sense condemning him to see Man Wolf bleeding. The web hadn't reach the tree to pull Spider-man from his trajectory.
Shrieks. Green smoke. A cackling silhouette. If it didn't hurt so much, Spider-man may have panicked. He was hurtled in a twist. Spine collided with tree trunk. The gleaming edge of a pumpkin blade vibrated just above his elbow.
"Well, I must admit, Spidey," Hobgoblin floated his glider down to the collapsed hero. The scrape of metal announced the glider's sword like tongue jutting outward. The edge poised against Spider-man's throat. "I had hoped for more of a fight. However, history is written by the victors. I think I'll tell the world that--"
The pumpkin bomb he had readied exploded behind him. His unblemished armor was raked and battered. Wolf jaws grabbed Hobgoblin's face.
"Oh, good boy," Spider-man had returned to his feet and aimed his wrists at the brawl. "Hobby, you need to forgive the dog. You look and sound just like a chew toy."
The blasts shot Man Wolf up and off of Hobgoblin. Spider-man managed to pepper the villain with webs but the web bullets rebounded harmlessly and he couldn't even pin an arm to a side. Spider-man muttered. "And this is reason seven hundred why I'd rather shoot models."
A web bullet lanced towards the Hobgoblin. He spun out of path with a jump. The glider spun out in a perfect arc to meet his landing. Spider-man raced for Hobgoblin but the newcomer just laughed. “Oh, is it cruelty to animals now.”
“What?” Spider-man twisted about. Man Wolf was snapping at him. His right eye was covered in impact webbing. “Someone really needs to invest in obedience school.”
“Sadly, webhead, I must depart.” Hobgoblin lamented. “My business is just about wrapped up for the evening. Perhaps we can do this again soon. Maybe when you’re not so busy walking the dog.”
Hobgoblin’s speech was delivered with wings of spinning blades and punctuated with pumpkin shrieks. Man Wolf was in a blind berserk panic. Spider-man was forced to twist and wrestle and strike in order to keep jaws from his throat. A particularly large pumpkin was tossed as Hobgoblin turned to fly away. Spider-man leapt forward. Wolf nails cracking on the heel of his boot. He caught the Pumpkin as its eyes were flashing. He thwipped out a tracer onto the bottom of the glider. “Sooner than you think Hobby.”
Webs lashed out to trees ahead of Spider-man and he cradled the big pumpkin in his slingshot. He aimed for the glider. It was a choice between dodging the incoming Man Wolf or landing a solid hit with his sling. Spider-man hit the ground. The wolf dived over his head. The air above Hobgoblin opened in a pall of green smoke and a blood curdling scream. The noise pollution ate Hobby’s good-bye cackle. The glider was gone when the smoke cleared.
“Alright, Rover, play time is over.” Man Wolf was charging away again. Spider-man shot out webs catching hair and dress pants as he attempt to rip Man Wolf backwards and onto the ground. The beast howled, slashing out and snapping with his teeth at the webs. He was tangling himself up worse. Spider-man kept his wrists bent and the webs flowing until the trigger when shhhlllk.
“I think I should save the ‘That’s a wrap!’ pun for Mysterio. He’d appreciate it more.” Spider-man hopped towards the balled up snarling creature. The air was beginning to flicker with the blue and red lights of incoming police cruisers.
“Grawrder-man! Help me…” The growl collapsed and John’s intelligence began to pool in Man Wolf’s inhuman eyes.
“Colonel!” Spider-man rushed down. He had seen the effects of gene cleanser rapidly reasserting Curt Connors’ humanity. John’s restoration was similar but happening in fits and starts. “Are you hurt?”
“A little cut and a lot sore.” His enunciation improved as his snout rescinded into a normal human mouth. “How did--”
“What are you doing to my son!” Ambulances and police cruisers bracketed rushing paramedics and police officers. Sergeant Carter led the charge. Officer Gonzales was attempting to inhibit Jameson senior from barrelling passed the others. Spider-man grumbled.
“Do you feel like you might Wolf out again?”
“No, no I don’t think so.”
“Well I’d rather go face to face with a Hobgoblin again than get verbally pummelled by your dad. Looks like Doctor Warren’s coming with the MTs. Get better.” Spider-man spoke as he seated new cartridges into his web shooters.
“Thanks Spidey.” John said genuinely. His origami posture in webbing not detracting from his sincerity. “Give ‘em hell.”
************
Gwen fell back against the closet door effectively shutting out the light. The sound forced itself in. The door rocked under Gwen's shoulders. The bass vibrated the concrete floors. Harry fell upon her. His fingers tangled her hair. Gwen kissed him back.
"Oh my God!" Gwen murmured when their lips parted.
"You look amazing, babe." Harry whispered. His hand was so were warm as he pushed the hair back over her ear. It struck Gwen that he was commenting on her looks in the dark. It didn't stop her cheeks from darkening.
"Harry, I--"
The finger across her lip silenced her. Harry laid a kiss against the shell of her ear. Her knees felt like jello. The hem of her skirt kept swishing as her thighs shivered. He kissed her again. Her breath followed his retreating in a shudder.
"We're going to get caught." Gwen hissed out the first words that made sense in her mind. That thought scared her. Peter's hurt face haunted her. Her Dad would lose trust in her. It was so hard. Harry and Peter, it was so easy to hurt both of them.
"We'll be fine, " Harry insisted. He laid his kiss just on the edge of her lips. What about her? Couldn't she be happy? Shouldn't she? Harry made it all feel real. She arched upwards. Her body flush against Harry's. He was so strong. Was it the green? He wasn't blacking out, disappearing like Peter. Leaving her. He had given up Liz. She couldn't up Harry. It was easy to see the new confidence in Peter. She had wanted to be that girl for Peter. Now she never could. Her eyes flared open. The room was dark but for some diffuse blue light coming in from the corners.
"Babe?" Harry asked. His hand not for the first time cupping her breast. It was impossible to hide the stiff nipple, the rush of her heart or the quickness of her breath from his touch. He was gentle. He was firm. She felt a tear threaten the corner of her eye. It was not easy. She couldn't keep stopping him here. She hardly even wanted to stop anymore. Her breath hitched. Her fingers shivered as they settled over his. He began kneading the flesh. It was comfortable. It was good. She ached under and from his touch. They kissed again. The song changed. The beat faster. She pulled him to her tighter. She kissed harder. Her leg lifted. She dragged her thigh up Harry's. An unspeakable invitation. Gwen would have collapsed, unleashed her stoppered tears, if she knew how badly she was telling Harry she was ready. The song changed again.
"You're incredible, babe." Harry sighed breathlessly. He smiled adoration as he settled his forehead against hers. She felt so safe and far away from everything. Only the dark and Harry in her world. He kissed her. Pressing his lips first to the corner of her lips. He feathered across her cheek. She lifted her jaw. Her head bumped the door. It was just an invisible sound in the swell of the music. It seemed like an explosion to Gwen. Her hairband was pushed forward scattering the hair that she had spent so long on. She lifted Harry off of her with two palms on his chest.
"Wow!" He gaped. The sincerity of his breath made Gwen feel more beautiful than she had ever felt. "I love you, Gwendolyn Stacy. Did you want to get back to the party?"
"No," she whispered, giving up the truth before it could be contained. She could only see Harry's silhouette. His eyes bore into her. He waited for her. Just waited. She was nervous. She had to chase away the silence before it crushed her chest. "Harry, you're very good to me."
"You deserve the best." There was an undertone of strength. Harry declared that he was the best. Gwen still smiled, if sadly. He was so sweet. He deserved so much. He needed some happiness. She couldn't just stop him from being sad. Hoping that he would get better so she could pitch him like garbage. Running off to another boy who couldn't even wait for her.
She squeaked as the fright jolted her. Her fingers alighted on his best buckle. Harry laid a palm in the back of her hand. Encouraging her as she had encouraged him. She kissed him, lightly. The belt opened with a snap she only believed was louder than the club. She felt his pants alluding down the front of her calves. Had they been standing so close?
"Babe? You're not moving?"
Fear. Not the worst but the most she had ever known. Her throat seized. She swallowed half a breath. Her fingers slid under the waistband of Harry's boxers. He gasped. She was unprepared. Were they supposed to get so big?
Harry settled his hand upon her shoulder. Her fingertips circled the shaft. She didn't, wouldn't, couldn't close her fist. She felt his heartbeat in his veins. She allowed him to lead her down to her knees. Her legs had been bending, she was starting to squat. No. She wasn't ready for that. She marvelled, looking up to the blue outline of Harry's features.
Straightened, she pushed forward. They were chest to chest; they were cheek to cheek. Her were hand closed. Was that sweat from her on palm? Was it proof she was doing something right? Her wrist obeyed her erratic commands. Harry squeezed her upper arm with his left hand. She rolled her wrist back down. He didn't say anything like a real word.
She shrieked. Gwen was totally unprepared for the quantity nor the trajectory of Harry's semen. Her eyes doubled in white but could find not a candle more of light. More slithered and dove over her wrist. She couldn't figure out if she should or had let go. Harry took a first full of her hair. She had never been kissed like that before.
"Where's my purse?" Gwen bleated the moment Harry staggered back a happy step. She was on the ground pawing for the pink clutch she had put down minutes before. The zipper did scream over the song. Gwen pulled out Kleenex and Purell.
She was frantic. There was gobs of cum invading the lines of her palm. Rivulets ran down from the reservoir in the crook of her elbow to the silver bangle she tore off her wrist. The fourth, fifth and sixth tissues were unnecessary.
"Babe?" Asked after she had settled down. She was still sitting down by his feet. He finally pulled his pants back on. "Babe?"
"Um..." Gwen wouldn't look up towards Harry, "I think I need to talk with MJ."
"Of course. We'll go find her." She twisted up to her get and took off without him. The door closed behind her. He was let in the dark again.
Harry smiled. He raised his right hand. His face immediately illuminated. The nightvision on his Osberry was amazing.
************
Sha Shan leaned in against Flash's shoulder. She let her eyes drift shut. His hand on her upper arm was holding her. She had been against dating him in the beginning. She had only seen the childish and strong headed sides of him back then. Now, upon seeing his character, the man he could be, she was letting herself look at his muscles and smile. She heard the ding and whoosh of the elevator reaching her floor. Flash had to nudge her to get her going.
"I had a great time tonight." Flash announced when they reached her door.
"Yeah," Sha Shan displayed a soft little smile. "It was an excellent beginning."
"Beginning?" Flash didn't follow. Sha Shan pressed her body against his and claimed his lips in a slow burn kiss. She didn't stop until Flash's hands tightened on her hips and she felt the rewards of her interest pressing into her abdomen.
The door clicked open, but she had to pull back a few times from Flash's kiss before she was let go. Sha Shan stepped back from Flash. A mischievous smile formed on her lips. "C'mon quarterback. It's only one more play to the goal."
Flash had to hurry back into the hall to retrieve the cane he had dropped. The apartment was a blur. Sha Shan just walked to her room, rolling her hips in a way that drew Flash behind her with a tightening leash. She was silent. Letting her body say the things that died in her throat. She was perched on her bed when Flash stepped in and closed the door behind her.
His eyes travelled up her legs from the black pumps over the blue skirt and breezy top. Her small breasts were thrust out as she leaned back on both palms. Her lips shone as she licked them in nervous preparation. She forced her eyes to be steady when he finally met her interested gaze. She yelped when he thrust forward and dropped her against her comforter.
They had made out, more and more often over the last few weeks. Flash had Sha Shan whimpering in just a couple of breaths. He nipped at her lips and kissed along her jaw. Her lips couldn't close as she exhaled heat. He paid attention to her throat. He nipped the nape of her neck. She mumbled. He kissed the rise of her collarbone
"My god," she moaned, eyes wide as she watched her ceiling. The room was dark, only diffuse light peeking in through her translucent curtains. She rose on her shoulders, encouraging the hands that closed onto her breasts. Her tongue was held just too tightly by her teeth. "Flash. Flash. Eugene?"
"Yeah, babe?" he rose up and met her eyes. They kissed again before she responded.
"Let me up." She whispered, not even certain the words were audible.
"Sure, babe," Flash wore an easy smile as he rolled over and let his girlfriend take her feet. He scooted up so his knee wasn't dangling off the foot of the bed. He turned his face to Sha Shan and didn't push. He just gave her the moment she had taken.
"I want it to be tonight." Her hands couldn't find a place to sit still. She tugged at her skirt, played with her hair and just flexed her fingers at the sides of her hips. "We've got all summer and I want all of it."
"That's awesome, Sha Shan," Flash continued waiting. He could see her clearly in the low light and she was building up to something. Her lips kept moving but it seemed her words were done.
Sha Shan shimmied out of her top. She let the garment spool and puddle on her floor. Flash grinned and unbuckled his belt. The zip of leather being pulled out of the loops caught Sha Shan like a deer in headlights.
"You OK?" Flash asked. He sat up and Sha Shan flashed her bright teeth. The skirt wafted down her legs, settling around her black heels. Flash's eyes stalked to the maroon panties that were damp around her sex.
"I'm amazing," She announced. Flash pulled off his shirt. Sha Shan giggled. She approached the bed again. Her shoes clunking to the ground as she climbed up him. Her hands tracing out the muscles of Flash's torso as he guided her lips to his. His fingers were light in her hair but they insisted she fall back with him. He could feel her smile. His right hand brushed her cheek and slid down to her bra.
"You are amazing." Flash agreed. She crossed her right leg over his pants. She was straddling his thighs as he cupped the flesh of her breast. Her small tits were capped with stiff nipples. She felt the lace cup pushed aside so he could take the nubs in between his fingers. She moaned, catching his lower lip in her teeth.
"You're ready." Flash confirmed with a grin. He was tonguing the inside of his lip, certain she had caused bleeding. She slipped her hands off his body and sat back onto his knees. His hands fell to her belly and she giggled, embarrassment and ticklishness colliding. She unhooked her bra letting it slide down to her elbows before she tossed it towards her skirt and top.
She laughed s Flash grabbed a breast and brought it to his mouth while she reached to her nightstand. A teddy bear and a jewelry box tumbled to the carpet while she held onto Flash's blond hair. She had to struggle out of his lips. A sleeve of Durex hung from her fingers.
"I don't think we're going to need all of those." Flash laughed.
"Coward." Sha Shan taunted.
He pulled up from between her thighs and grabbed her waist. "I'm no coward."
Sha Shan smiled. "No you're, Flash Thompson," she popped the button on his pants, "Hero," she tugged down the zipper, "Legend."
"You better believe it." He grinned and they came together for a light kiss. He shimmied. She tugged. Her fingers pulled his tighty whities along with his dress pants. Soon he was wearing socks and she was wearing her panties. She gasped as his fingers ran down the relief of her pussy. His fingers already pulling back her desire.
She tightly held his shoulders. Her breasts pressed tight against his chest. Flash fell backwards. His fingers still threatening her sex and gliding over her thighs. The gusts of breath that came out of Sha Shan were high pitched and uneven. Flash greeted each breath with a kiss.
She hadn't look down to see his cock. She could feel it rising into her thigh. Her painted nails had nearly touched him twice. "It's time."
"I'm happy." Flash grinned. He picked the waistband of her panties. She had to climb off of him, falling down next to him as he dragged the down her legs. He laid a kiss on her hip and she scritched through his hair. She was naked. His eyes were wide in awe. He dragged his fingers through the trimmed triangle of hair. He brought his slick fingers to his lips. She pushed his shoulder back and climbed back onto her perch.
He guided her, eyes meeting eyes. He could see the nervousness in her vacillating smile. Her eyes were unsteady. He held his cock. He held her hips. She had positioned herself on top. Flash had happily given her the control. She floated over his cock. Her right hand flat on his chest, her left hand and teeth unwrapping the condom.
"I'll put it on," Flash said taking the sheathe from her fingers. She still hadn't brought her eyes to his cock. She raised her ass a little more so he could manipulate and protect each other. In a couple of seconds, Flash was prepared, body and mind. Sha Shan was a heartbeat behind. He stroked the outside of her thighs. She rolled her fingers about the head of his cock. She began to descend. The first pressure met her sex and she stopped dead.
"Take your socks off." She half panicked. Flash pulled them off with his toes as he stroked her cheek. She was breathing heavy and fast. Her eyes closed slowly and then flashed back open. Her sex began to part for his dick.
"Oh. Oh oh ohohoh!" Sha Shan exclaimed as his cock began to penetrate. Flash hushed her and took her hand into his. She met his eyes and squeezed hard on his fingers. Suddenly, there was interference in her slow descent. She hissed. Her eyes crossed and closed. Flash opened his mouth to speak but Sha Shan rallied every ounce of determination she had. Her hips met Flash's and she shrieked.
"How does it feel?" Flash sat up and held her.
"It's ahhh..." She breathed and relaxed backwards. Her weight shifted and she pressed back on Flash's knee. It was his turn to call out.
"Are you OK?" Sha Shan worried as her breath caught up to her. She pushed back forward and was soon laying chest to chest with a smiling Flash.
"I'm spectacular." He kissed her.
"You are spectacular!" Sha Shan garbled. Her hips rolled on his lap. The feeling inside her was far more intense than she had prepared for. Sex in porn, the little she had seen, was always intimidatingly hard and fast. She couldn't imagine moving like that. The measured intimate connection they shared felt very intense.
They moved with sureness. Breaths and sighs permeated the darkness. Sweat beaded on tight skin. Sha Shan tightly knotted her bedspread in fingers. Flash was squeezing her ass tightly. It was beginning to hurt.
Their bodies moved in a steady rhythm. Her body was tight under its skin. Muscles taut and every sensation was hard and extreme. Her ankles squeezed the flesh of Flash's ass and forced his knees to rise off the bed. She was rising high. Rolling up and down the entire length of his cock for every pass. He pushed pulled her by the side and ass. She pushed her breasts against his lips and was kissed for every pass. Sha Shan held him tightly. He groaned long and hard.
"Eugene," she whispered into his ear, "I love you."
"Yes," he panted. His jaw was tight and his eyes were closed. He strained fighting pleasure. Losing. A new liquid heat rolled out inside her. The warmth muffled and trapped in its sheathe.
He slipped down on his back and she pulled off of his cock. Her hand reached back. She saw his cock for the first time as she pulled the filled condom off of him. Her lips twisted in a bright smile. She leaned over the bed and dropped the waste in the bin by her nightstand. Flash pulled her back.
"You didn't come." Flash held her cheeks.
"It was my first time," Sha Shan leaned in and kissed her boyfriend. "I just needed to be with you for this. "
"Well I'm here when you need me!" He grinned widely and she laughed before she slapped his shoulder. She giggled again before falling next to him.
"Why did I have to wait so long for this?" Sha Shan asked the ceiling. Flash tightened his arms around her.
"The wait was worth it." He kissed her cheek and she turned to him to bring his lips onto hers. She had something next to say. She could just see the blue in his eyes in her dark room.
A rapping came at the door. Both teens scrambled under the covers but the door didn't open. Sha Shan stopped breathing. Flash stroked his girlfriend's hair and wondered, slightly racistly, if her dad knew kung fu.
"Sha Shan, dear," Mrs Nguyen enunciated with her definitively American accent. "Its time Eugene went home. Get tidied up and your dad will drive him home."
The kids turned to each other, neither believing her mother. If they're hearts had managed to slow, they might have laughed.
"Sha Shan," Flash stopped her from getting out of the bed. "I love you too."
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Spider-man needed a better way to follow a tracer. With his Osberry webbed to his forearm he darted off into the night. Hobby was quick, but circuitous taking no other obvious path than slightly towards Brooklyn. Spider-man's top web speed was otherwise less than a rocket glider.
"Oh! Lucky day!" The words were only slightly preceded by the tingles. Spider-man cartwheeled off of his line and out of the shrieking path of pumpkin fire. "And here I thought the night was over."
"Hobby! When did--how did you?" Though it was soon obvious to Peter that his little tracer had been found. He wondered what bus he had been following over the last twenty minutes.
"Not the legendary wit you're known for Spider-man." Hobby tsked. The blasts from the finger lasers began pockmarking up the wall just under Spider-man's rapidly ascending perch.
"I didn't expect a call," Spider-man moaned, "You seem like the kind of guy who just leaves his Spider-man and runs."
"Don't be like that, hero." Pumpkin shrieked as Spider-man webbed across to Hobgoblin, "I'm always good for a second round."
Hobgoblin swayed easily aside from the lunge. Spider-man hit the opposite building and instantly kicked back. He flew over the pair of pumpkin blades. "Good because it's way too early to call it a night."
Spider-man landed his blow. He slugged his knee into the center of Hobby's breastplate. The supervillain was tossed from his glider. Spider-man's trick was to web him by the ankle and with his other web shooter grab the first building he had landed on.
"I'm an all nighter kind of guy, Spidey. I don't finish this quickly." Hobgoblin laughed as his glider obeyed his remote commands. It flipped in a wide roll spitting a pumpkin bomb at the hero before whipping about in an S. The middle of the S snipped the web off of Hobgoblin's foot and the bottom of the S caught Hobgoblin on his feet.
Spider-man leapt out through the cloud of pumpkin bomb. "You promise a big evening, Hobby. But you're already running off."
Web over web, Spider-man raced after Hobgoblin. He arced around towers and slapped his feet over roofs. Smoke, contrails and an exhaust of blades led him after the villain. But the mad laugh centered his radar the best.
"Playing follow the leader is not so fun from this side of things.". His webs snagged a Gargoyle and he whipped himself hard hoping to catch Hobgoblin as he rocketed down towards the street. His spidey sense tingled, "And now I know why."
Dozens if not a hundred of pumpkin bombs were waiting for him around the corner. The air shuddered and heaves. Spider-man was thrown about like a sock in a spin cycle. He flopped and bounced until he splatted against the high rise window.
"It was a lovely evening, webhead. We'll have to do this again." The cackle sped off overhead, "Real soon."
It took a couple moments for Spider-man to sort his thoughts and snag a hold with his webs. He bungeed nearly a half foot from the pavement. A little brunette girl excitedly through her arms up knocking the groceries from her mother's hands.
"What a night." Spider-man picked the webs off of his phone. His jaw was set under his mask. Hobby had said real soon. Spider-man was determined to find him again earlier. Tonight was a bust. At least, Man Wolf was back to good ol' John. Maybe he could still catch up with Liz. His web caught a distant hold and he slingshotted himself back towards Midtown.
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"I just don't believe I did that." Gwen wasn't talking above a whisper. MJ had been forced to walk them outside.
"You can't let yourself do anything before you're ready, girlfriend." MJ squeezed Gwen's hands. It was a trial to keep her from spending the entire conversation. "If Harry's pushing you--"
"That's the thing. I think I'm ready for this." Gwen never sounded more ashamed.
"You're clearly conflicted." MJ pointed out. She was feeling uncomfortable. Gwen was looking to Mary Jane for permission. It wasn't that simple. Gwen and Peter loved each other, but weren't together. Harry deserved some true love. Gwen needed to feel love. Liz had laid claim to Peter's love.
"I know. It's just... I'm not stopping myself and--"
"Oh hey girls, how's the party going?" Gwen jumped nearly out of her dress as Peter appeared out of nowhere.
"I think its over now, Tiger." MJ said not taking her eyes off of Gwen until she finished.
"I guess I'd better go grab Liz then." Peter sighed as Gwen turned on her heel and raced off to find Harry. "What's up with Gwen?"
"She's--" MJ shrugged. "Liz left about an hour ago."
"Oh, I guess I should have swung all the way home." Peter saw Gwen lead Harry back out of Hydra and chase after a taxi. Harry waved to Pete and MJ but Gwen looked straight ahead.
"Well want to save me some cab money and give me a swing to Aunt Anna's?" MJ crafted her best moneymaking smile and slipped an arm around Peter's waist.
"Try not to scream my ears off this time. I can only take so much shrieking in a given night, Red."
"No promises, Tiger." MJ laughed. The pair turned to leave.
"Hey, looks like MJ found a guy to take home." Kenny grinned appreciating the redhead from behind. Glory turned and cocked an eyebrow. She took the time to check out her friend's match that Kenny was clearly ignoring. Her lip cocked. Peter gets around.
"You can keep looking at her or you can realize my mom's working night shift and I won't have to keep it quiet."
"Step aside, Hobes. This taxi's spoken for."
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“You said this would help him! You said this would heal him! Look what happened!” J Jonah Jameson ignored all semblance of personal space when he shouted at Dr Miles Warren. The scientist kept a professional look on his face and bore the burden until the newspaperman ran out of lung capacity to keep yelling.
“I told you temporary failures were a possible side effect. The nanobots did their job. They caught and reversed the mutation.”
“You told me he might have to worry about back hair and an appetite! This turned him into a monster!”
“Dad. Calm down, let the man explain.” John looked up from the gurney he sat on. He had submitted a half dozen different blood tests by now and he was feeling the fight all over his body. Warren thanked the colonel for his calmness but could tell by the impatient look in John’s eyes that he had best be clear and concise.
“This failure was catastrophic to say the least.” He held up a hand begging for his intake of breath not to be overrun by Jameson senior. “And I had not expected or predicted anything this bad. However, the nanobots are like antibodies. They learn from use. Nothing of this extent can happen again. I’ve checked and double checked the data. The next flare up should be nothing more than a cold nose and a few white hairs.” He turned to the patient. “How are you feeling now John?”
“More worn out than I had ever felt in my life.” He admitted. “I’d prefer just to get to the hospital so they can give me a bit more codeine and set me to bed.”
“The triage doctor has given you the all clear. There’s no head trauma and all of your bones seem good. I can write you the prescription for the painkillers right now and send you home to a real bed.” He turned to the older Jameson, “I expect you wouldn’t mind having him in your home tonight. All things look good but if there is any cause get him to the hospital right away.”
“Put your name on the script and get out of my sight.” Jameson sneered. He wanted done with Doctor Warren. Two dealings with this man and two monsters had run loose on the city. Worst of all, for the second time in his life Spider-mask had beaten up his son. This time Parker wasn’t even here to document. The words he had planned to cut down the webhead for tomorrow’s front page were venomous. If he didn’t have to take his son home, he might be inclined to march into the office and hammer out the edition.
Dr Warren walked away. He didn’t even feel the glare he was getting from the brunette in the crowd. Ashley was in her street clothes. Just a light top and a dark skirt but Miles didn’t see her without the labcoat. She sneered and left the scene. Dr Warren answered his phone.
“I see you’ve got to look at the samples.”
“They’re clean. I’m impressed. The subroutine that allowed you to instigate the failure will need to be taken out but I can get behind your process.”
“Excellent. When will you be ready to begin.”
“I’ve had my contacts in touch with Panama to bring the sample we need quite shortly.”
“I will make myself available for you when you are prepared.”
“Very good, Miles.”
“Good night, Michael.”
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“It was a big loss.” Jenkins declared the obvious. She had changed out of her driver’s uniform into a pair of cargo pants and a loose military tank top. Across the suite, Sable was brushing out her shower damp hair wrapped in a fluffy white robe. “But not unrecoverable.”
“No, it was an eye opener.” Sable Manfredi sighed. “This isn’t a game for baseball bats and cement shoes anymore. The stakes are higher. I can’t expect to revive the Manfredi name with just hard men and powerful guns.”
“So what do we do? Make new supervillains like Tombstone did?” Jenkins asked. She had been privy to much of what Hammerhead had his fingers in. She would never have shared an ounce of this information with anyone other than Sable. They had known each other for a long long time. They had fallen out of touch when Hammerhead had left Manfredi’s employ to work for Tombstone. They hadn’t fallen out of friendship.
“Nothing so rash. We just have to call in favors. My father had had a family friend outfit him to fight like these supercriminals when he got out of prison.”
“Yeah?”
“Tri-corp was built on Manfredi money. We want to own this city, we start building with what we have. Get me a meeting with Dr Smythe.” Sable put down her hairbrush and yawned. “And don’t make it too early tomorrow.”
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Betty hadn’t found sleep even after her imaginative encounters with Spider-man. She rolled off the bed. Ned still wasn’t back and it had been hours. Her overnight bag was in the corner. She spent enough time here. She had wanted to ask Ned about taking over one of the drawers in his dresser for when she had to go to work after she spent the night. It didn’t seem like he’d ever be around for her to ask. She slumped her shoulders. Well, she did need to be prepared for work. She couldn’t just wear the same blue blouse as yesterday.
She kicked her bag across the blue carpet, unwilling to as little as lean over to pick it up. Part of her felt naughty. Alone and naked in an apartment not her own. She arrived at the dresser. Which drawer could she take. She sighed, the bottom was the easiest choice. She slipped down onto her knees and pulled out the drawer.
There were several pairs of jeans and a half dozen unmated socks. She dug in, piling them on the right side of the drawer. She was folding the third pair of jeans when the glint hit her eye. Curious she picked up the object. She felt a flash of cold inside her throat.
It was about five inches long. It was a double edged knife on a bright orange pumpkin handle. Snap! Betty screamed, jumping back and dropping the winged blade onto the ground. It had opened. Now it stood vibrating out of the ground. Betty watched her eyes reflected in the steel. Maybe she should spend the night at home?
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Next Law 310: Sentencing
[1] Overlord Laharl Disgaea. I don’t know why I chose his maniacal laugh. I’ve been on a huge One Piece kick these last few months, I suppose we’re lucky I didn’t go with “Zehahahahaha!”
Author's Note: As you may have noticed from the blurb, I have decided to rework the origins of my Scorpion. This was because I finally, after months of doing without, had a computer once again. Well a tablet, which I was still getting used to writing with. It took me 60 days to break it. (It is currently being serviced, all was covered under warranty because technically it failed.)
The oversight I made has been bugging me to no end. The changes I intend to make will have no effect on the already posted fallout of the chapter but do make for changes in my plans for season four. Therefore, I must complete the rewrites before the end of season three. There are four more chapters to go, the conclusion of Law and my Environmental Science arc. The major changes will occur in chapters two and three.
There are a few other minor mistakes I made but not noticing Tombstone's habit towards speaking in Haiku (In my life, I have/ been called many names. My fav/ orite is Tombstone.) is minor compared to missing the creation of one of the most iconic Spider-man villains.
Each chapter I write excites me. Every character origin is complete or set up. So if you were hoping for The White Rabbit, Madame Webb, or Paste Pot Pete there is something wrong with you. I have great plans for all villains, heroes, friends and lovers. A point of interest on the sexual side of the story: Glory and Kenny have no plot important reason to have on camera sex, I am considering shoehorning them in for completion's sake. How do you people feel about that? (If you have a preference, please include it with a review.)
To Raizen Yusuke: I've always read that Ben was "significantly older" than Richard Parker. I was using a working assumption of 15+ years.
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