《Spider-Man: Rebirth》


 Chapter 1 - What The Hell?

    [ ] - Thoughts. (Not a system, obviously)


    [What the hell?] This voice was confused. Said voice did not belong to a...body...so to speak. Within the mind of the current Spider-Man, the superior one, we find the consciousness of Peter Parker shoved into a backseat. Strangely enough, this consciousness was a different Peter Parker than the one before Dr. Octopus took over.


    He had no memories. No memories, other than knowledge that he died, and knowledge about comics. And by knowledge, he means all the knowledge. Random thoughts ran through his ''mind'', such as secret identities of cool sounding titles, and random facts about artifacts. In the forefront, was knowledge surrounding a kid named Peter. This consciousness received basically a crash course on Spider-Man, and he somehow digested all the knowledge in a few hours, considering that was all he could do. When he finished going through information dealing with Peter Parker, Spider-Man, amd every villain, family member, ally, friend, or minor factoid surrounding his life, he also discovered that whatever intelligence this Peter Parker had, was shoved into his own ''mind''. Comics say Peter Parker''s IQ is over 250. This would establosh him as a genius among geniuses, espeically considering it was without a savant disorder.


    When he could focus again, he realized that in the distance was what looked like a small window. As soon as he noticed it, he seemed to drift to it. What he witnessed was the current happenings of Otto Octavius, the mind currently in control of Peter Parker''s body. Rolling his metaphorical eyes, the new Peter Parker waited until "Peter" went to bed.


    Turns out, it didn''t take very long. As soon as the body of Peter Parker, the current president of Parker Industries, went to bed, this new consciousness explored what he could do in this current situation. What he found was that he could affect the limbs very minutely, and almost unnoticeably. Since the eyes were closed, he couldn''t do much, other than nudge the limbs here and there. Eventually, this awoke Octavius. Just in time to be flung off his bed by an abrupt flip of a switch, instigated by his hand falling off the bed. The groggy Peter Parker slammed into the wall of his room, reinforced by metal. Taking the chance while the probable concussion was in effect, the consciousness took control from Otto.


    In this moment, he and Otto actually saw each other. There was, obviously, a war of words. But Otto was thrown off by the clearly less awkward Peter that awaited him. Instead, he was greeted by a very calm Peter, and a Peter that seemed to almost not even see him.


    This was a ploy, as the consciousness now technically in control threw forth every ounce of intellect and memory and created an exact replica of Doctor Octopus''s original machine, with some tweaks. When all was said and done, the mind of Otto Octavius was shoved into a literal Rubix Cube, while the new consciousness took control officially.


    It was game time.

 Chapter 2 - Adjusting

    [ ] Thoughts


    The newly functional, and newly introduced Peter Parker, was now free from the backseat of his mind. From within a Rubix cube, with a single function of holding a microchip that did literally nothing, sat next to him where he stood. Dr. Octopus from within, was screaming to deaf ears, though he could thoroughly hear the movements of the new Peter.


    Peter didn''t like what Otto did to his suit. So he tossed it away and destroyed it. With a few exceptions. He kept the enhanced webshooters and kept the overall designs of the mechanical spider legs intact. With a mind consisting of the original Peter Parker''s intellect and the new Peter Parker''s confidence, nothing held back his mind anymore. He started work on a new suit, with some inspirations.


    The original color scheme of the red and blue was scrapped (gasp) in favor of a Black and Blue color scheme. The normally blue parts of a Spidey costume were replaced with black, and the red parts with blue. The classic webbing pattern was also slightly changed, the webbing appearing as a light grey or a white to contrast with the darker blue. The only thing salvaged from the Superior Spider-Man look was the overall design of the ?h?st and legs, specifically the spider that transitioned from the legs to the ?h?st. that remained. But the rest of the suits actual designs, besides the color, were returned to the original.


    He tweaked the arms on the back to a dark blue color, with white and grey accents across it, with the base on his back being black. The original arms just struck out at enemies or stabilized him on the ground. He wanted something different. He added some mild webbing functions to it. They couldn''t be used to websling, but they could be used to cast a net or hard balls of webbing. Peter stopped designing and making to let his mind calibrate for a second. [Okay, I''m just gonna stop for a second. I''m...not Peter Parker. I''ll have to get used to being called that, but I know I''m not him. But I don''t remember who I used to be. So...this will eventually be all I know.] He took a breath and backed up from the counter in his lab with his new suit designs on it.


    It was here that the finer details of Peter''s life slapped him in the face. A woman, probably his secretary, called his phone. He picked it up and answered, because he was obviously expected to. "He-hello?" There was a pause.


    "Sir? You sound...different. Are you okay?" After a frantic reassurance from Peter, she continued. "Okay, well I just wanted to remind you before you went to bed, you have an appointment in the morning with the Fantastic Four."


    Peter nodded to himself, a sort of resigned acceptance to that fact. "Okay, thank you..." He recalled the caller ID from when he picked up. "...Rachel." He ended the call and took some breaths, going back through Peter''s memories. He shook his head. This guy''s life was so fu?k?n? complicated! Like, 9 or 10 different women who are or were madly in love with him, two who he has gone off and on with, 3 others within the X-Men and Avengers, geez! He shook his head. If his knowledge of comics served him right, Peter had issues balancing his superhero life with his Peter Parker life. If his new memories served him right, all the women who love Peter currently know his secret identity. That means Mary Jane Watson, Felicia Hardy, Carol Danvers (yes I''m going here, but I''m also not done with just this list), Kitty Pride, Silver Sable, and Natasha Romanov all knew his identity. That was an insane idea.


    He shook his head and stood up off of his bed. If he''s about to carry on the life of Peter Parker, he needs to get used to the Spider-Man side of things. But, he needed his suit first. He went back to the lab and, conveniently, Peter had a 3D printer in his lab, outfitted with great materials to quickly make the things he had designed. Within the hour, he had the new suit and the new arms attached. With a crack of his neck, he launched out of his window and into the night.


    AN// Ok, so the harem, thus far:


    MJ Watson (Main girl, because redhead and hot, plus canon Peter''s literal wife)


    Captain Marvel (not way way older than him like in the movies, though I may loosely follow the movies. She looks much much closer to his crisp age of 19.)


    Kitty Pride


    Silver Sable


    Black Widow (also because redhead and hot)


    I will probably, and very likely add more, based upon his new attitude and stuff. He''ll be a slightly more serious Peter, still full of quips, but not to the same extent. Also far more vulgar, and possibly a little more brutal. No killing, but expect bone snaps here and there.

 Chapter 3 - First Night

    The night was quiet. That would soon change, but the currently swinging Peter only cared about the silence and the not letting go of his webs. Dying again already would be bad.


    Night owls and insomniacs on their balconies, or the hordes of people still out at this time of night all watched as, again, Spider-Man came soaring through the air in yet another new suit. The four arms were withdrawn at the moment, so it was just him, but they still saw the absence of his most iconic color, red. Did he not like the merchandise? No, that''s not why he changed the color.


    He would forever acknowledge the fact that he wasn''t the true Peter Parker. Nor would he be anything like Otto''s Spider-Man, with the brutality and tyrannical tendencies. Instead, he would create a whole new Spider-Man, and earn the reputation that the name of Spider-Man deserved.


    He swung high in the air, latching onto the needle at the top of a building, swinging around it and to the top, perching there and surveying the city of New York. Until he heard a voice behind him.


    "Hello Spider. I see you have new threads. Are you an approachable person again?" The voice of Felicia Hardy spoke, seemingly guarded. Otto hadn''t been very kind to, well, most of the people in the original Peter''s life. It made sense that most or all of them would currently have a negative view of him.


    He sighed. "Yes, I''m...approachable again." The arrogant and haughty lilt to Otto''s voice was gone now, replaced by an even more different Peter. This Peter''s voice almost sounded...confused? Yet also far more confident than the old Peter ever sounded. "It''s a very long, confusing, and actually improbable story."


    Felicia, still relatively untrusting, rose an eyebrow. "Really? Well, I''ve got time. Tell me why I should ever trust you again after what you did." She herself sat down with her arms crossed, waiting for the story.


    Peter turned to look at her, his mind buffering for a second at the sight of her. "I...literally wasn''t myself. I''ve lost essentially all sense of time, but whenever I started being a total d??k, right before that, Pe-I, I fought Octavius. His body, as I knew, was dying. He pulled a tactic I didn''t expect, nor should I have ever expected: He pushed me into a corner of my mind and took over completely." He came down off of his perch, laying himself back on the wall of the stairwell exit. Behind the door of said stairwell exit, sat MJ Watson, listening to all of this.


    Felicia sat stunned for a second before she narrowed her eyes. "How can I know you''re telling the truth?" She was ready to accept it, but she needed ?ssurance that he wasn''t lying.


    With a sigh, Peter raised his head. "Do you really think I would ever actually make spider-bots like that? That''s a whole new level of tyranny shit." This was enough to convince both Felicia and MJ that he not only wasn''t Otto anymore, but that he was still a different Peter than before. Their Peter never cussed. This one did. Otto didn''t curse either, so this had to be at least some other Peter.


    Peter tilted his head to the side. "MJ, you really shouldn''t spy on conversations." He had heard her shuffle a little, plus Otto had installed a function in the mask that allowed for slightly better hearing. Following this, Peter took off his mask and tucked it away in his pocket.


    MJ jumped a couple feet, but came out nonetheless. Felicia didn''t even twitch, suggesting that they coordinated this. "P-Peter?" He turned his head only to mentally catch his jaw from dropping at the sight of her. [Dear god, she''s hot. Or is it just the suit?]


    He let go of his wall and landed on his feet. "Hi, MJ, how-" He was cut off by a flying hug and tears seeping through his suit.


    MJ was now crying on him. Felicia felt immensely uncomfortable, and Peter had no idea what to do with himself. He settled for just wrapping his arms around her shoulders.


    She then started punching his ?h?st as hard as she could, which didn''t really do anything to him. "Why would you put yourself in that danger!" She proceeded to send a few more yells at him, which he took, before she calmed down some. "I''m just glad you''re back." She returned to crying on him.


    He gave a light sigh. "I am too. But now I need to get back in the...swing...of things. I didn''t realize that joke was coming until it was here. Sorry." He laughed. She punched him again.


    She let go of him and Felicia came up behind to hug him. "I''m glad you''re back and all, but maybe lose the bad jokes." She gave a light kiss to his cheek and left.


    MJ gave a pout in Felicia''s direction, before turning to Peter. "So, now what?" She wanted to just spend time with a Peter who didn''t treat her like the plague anymore, but she knew he had duties.


    He took a beat to think. "I have patrol to do, so I can get used to this stuff again, but come to my office tomorrow. Bring...bring May with you. And whoever else I hurt. Pull whatever strings you have to, I know you''re good at it." He gave her a smile before turning to leave. Before he could though, she repeated Felicia''s action, leaving down the stairwell. Peter smiled and put his mask back on, swinging through the streets again.


    ~~~~~~~~~~


    Soon enough, the night was a bit louder. Rhino had somehow escaped and he didn''t care about anybody''s sleeping hours. Peter grinned and let his arms out, swinging to stand in Rhino''s path. "Hey! Didn''t I just put you away a week ago? I know you didn''t get out on good behavior!" He let his arms loose, sending nets flying to the side to stick to the buildings before he took many steps back, creating a slingshot. He let himself go, catapulting in Rhino''s direction.


    In mid fly, he flew over Rhino and shot a web behind him, without looking, to snag Rhino''s lowered horn. Using the momentum, he swung himself around Rhino to nail him in the face with both feet. Rolling on the road, he came up into his classic stance, one knee down, the other bent, one hand on the ground with the other arm out at a slight bend.


    Rhino, now furious, charged forward horn first. Spider-Man laughed. "Same tricks, Aleksei! Get creative!" He jumped to the side, shooting a web bomb between Rhino''s legs, tripping him and sending him face first into the wall.


    Said wall was connected to the bathroom of an attractive Asian woman, who tripped out of her shower, completely n?k?d. Spider-Man, on Rhino''s back and punching him in the side of the face. "Sorry, pretty lady!" He dragged Rhino out of the woman''s bathroom and left him webbed to the wall with a web net.


    Dusting his hands off, Peter went home to think. Less about what happened with MJ and Felicia earlier, and even less about Rhino, but more about the n?k?d woman.


    That wasn''t just any woman.


    That was Cindy Moon, better known as Silk.


    AN// Yes, I am adding Cindy to the harem. Canonically, she was his first rebound after regaining control of his body, so it made sense to still keep her in here as an homage to the comics.

 Chapter 4 - Parker Industries

    The next morning, after a short sleep, Peter got up and, grudgingly, dressed nice-ish, with a blue semi-formal dress shirt, nice pants, and tennis shoes. He didn''t know how Octavius tended to dress to these things, but based on the leagues and scores of suits and ties, it was obvious. He messed with his hair a bit and left his office/bedroom and went to where the meeting with the Fantastic Four was happening.


    He left a little early, taking a quick glance around each floor, ignoring the people who seemed to be a little scared of him, and nodded to himself, going back to the 5th floor, the middle floor of the building, where conferences and such took place. He sat down in a room and waited for about a minute and a half before an obviously angry Fantastic Four barged in. They immediately stopped however, confused, because the Peter Parker they''d recently known had a bodyguard detail and always dressed high and mighty. The way he was dressed now...took them back a bit to the old Peter they knew.


    Peter backed up in his chair with his hands up. "What did I do?!" This was both a sort of joke, but also he did indeed need to know what he did. Or rather, what Octavius did.


    Reed snarled a little. "You cut all our funding, you''ve started manufacturing weapons on an Oscorp scale, and you provided DOCTOR DOOM with tech!" A stretchy fist almost punched him in the face before his blue arms came from behind him and shielded him from the fist.


    "I''M SORRY!" Following the apology and relentless pleading for them to calm down, he detailed the same things he told Felicia and MJ.


    "Dude, how can expect us to believe that shit? Just cus you don''t sound as arrogant as you used to, doesn''t mean you''ve changed!" Johnny burst out. The former best superhero friend of Peter, he practically hated him now.


    Peter shook his head. "This is the absolute truth." He glanced at bu??ons on his desk and buffered for a second before hitting a bu??on with a speaker on it. A voice crackled a little.


    "Yes, Mr. Parker? What projects would you like to start today?" Peter shook his head to himself. "I''m starting a few projects on non-lethal self-defence, and if you would, cancel any and all manufacturing of our guns, missiles, power suits, and whatever the hell else we''ve put into the weapons industry. And give the Fantastic Four their money back!" He hung up before the guy on the other end could respond.


    The Parker who started the company was a stubborn ?sshole, he would never cancel this stuff just on a whim. This had to be the Parker they knew. With a little twist, they ?ssumed, given how much more confident he seemed. He stood up, nano-tech that he set to develop while he slept covering his body in his suit from the night before, with his blue arms out to the sides. "Peter Parker is back, and better than ever!"


    ~~~~~~~~


    Following that meeting, he went back to his office to design things. He did as he said he would, creating roughly 16 different stun-based self-defence devices, plus several devices for environmental protection. An IQ over 250 will do that.


    A soft knock respounded on his office door. "Come in!" He yelled over the Motley Cr¨¹e he was blasting. In came MJ, Aunt May, Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers who knew Peter, Harry Osborn, and...Gwen Stacy? Hm. Guess she isn''t dead. MJ was better though. He moved his eyes back to his current project. "Go ahead and sit! I''ll be done in a second!" He made a couple tweaks to the webshooters on his table, making a type of web fluid that could solidify to a type of tightrope, and turned off his music. He glanced around his lab. Dear god it was messy. A stark contrast to the tediously and obsessively neat and organized Peter who started the company. He put his tank top back on and turned off the lights to his lab. He turned to his guests and smiled. "Hey! Happy you guys could make it." The instant each and every one of them walked in, they knew he was back, at least a little bit back. Octavius had a thing for classical and Jazz, Peter had a thing for soft rock, bordering on Pop. Whoever this new Peter was, he was more disorganized, more productive, apparently more confident, less awkward, and was a bit of a metalhead.


    Aunt May only cared that he was a bit more like her nephew, surging forward and hugging him like her life depended on it. "Peter! You''re...you''re back!" She wailed happily between sobs.


    Peter just smiled. "Yeah. I''m back. I''m back to stay." He let her go and turned to the Avengers. The first one to move was Tony, who punched him hard in the gut.


    "That''s for taking so long to get out of your own head, literally." He then stomped on his foot. "That''s for halting all your weapons stuff and leaving a hole." Then he bro-hugged him. "And that''s for bringing our good friend back."


    Peter coughed a bit and hopped on one foot for a second, cursing like a sailor, unheard of from him, and stood normally again. "Ow. But I think I deserved that. A little."


    One by one they all had interactions similar to that, until it was just Carol and Natasha. They seemed to be discussing through eyes who was going first. MJ, off to the side, glared daggers, knowing all too well why. The Peter they loved was back. At least a little bit back, maybe even better. It came to the most childish thing ever: Rock, Paper, Scissors.


    Natasha lost, surprisingly, and walked up to Peter. Her charm, given that she was THE Black Widow, prevented her from being awkward, but her straightforwardness had a few affects on this exchange. First, she slapped the shit out of him, and then aggressively made out with him. In response he fell on his ?ss. MJ and Natasha had a little hissyfit off to the side, as Carol came up to him. "Well, while they''re distracted." She kissed him on the cheek. "Welcome back, Peter." She patted his back and returned to standing with the others. Natasha stood smirking, MJ looked ready to kill someone, and Carol just looked happy.


    AN// Notice, no interaction really important between him and Gwen. I''ll get into that next chappie. But she won''t be in the harem.

 Chapter 5 - Developments

    It took Peter a solid minute or two return to the land of the conscious from his blackout. He shook his head and stood back up. "Uh...well, anyway, is there anything on the Avengers side of things that I can help with?"


    Tony and Steve glanced at each other and shrugged before Steve spoke up. "Taskmaster is around again, but other than that, nothing. If you''d like to help, feel free, but he already knows most of your-"


    Peter cut him off as he activated the nanotech suit, along with the arms. "I''ve got a couple new tricks. Otto may have been a total d??k, but his brilliance can''t just be denied. I made some modifications to the arms, and obviously an all new suit. The nanotech consistently and constantly replenishes my web cartridges, and I''ve even installed a camouflage function." He pressed a bu??on on the inside of his wrist and went invisible. He reappeared behind Carol. "Taskmaster won''t know what hit him." His suit deactivated, arms and all, and he went to his phone and ordered pizza. "Get comfy, I ordered some pizza. I need to catch up on whatever I''ve missed."


    Left with no choice they all sat around on his couches and his recliner. Meanwhile, Peter made another call, to a contact he had within Wakanda, to inquire about vibranium. He faked an Octavius tone of voice and hung up. Tony rose an eyebrow, Peter throwing a smile his way in response. "I faked it. I had to listen to it enough, it wasn''t very hard to imitate it. I just called a crooked contact that...I, I guess...used to have in Wakanda that supplied the company with small amounts of vibranium. In doing what I just did, I not only set him up to finally get taken in and dealt with, but I also established an act of goodwill and possibly, maybe, some vibranium to improve my suit some more. Otto focused on mainly just attack and offense, brutally so, but defense is important too. My arms blocked a punch from Reed earlier today, and they didn''t hold up quite as good as I''d like."


    Tony shrugged. "Fine, whatever. Don''t expect to get free vibranium though." Peter conceded the point. "What is it that you''ve missed that you''d like to know?" He leaned on the arm of the recliner. In said recliner sat Thor, Bruce leaning on the other arm. On one couch sat Hawkeye, Steve, Aunt May, and Gwen leaned on the arm, holding Harry''s hand. They were both very happy to see Peter back to himself. (Harry doesn''t hate him in this universe) On the other couch sat MJ, an empty space next to her, and then Natasha and Carol next to each other.


    Peter shrugged and leaned against the wall. "Well, politics, world affairs, whatever I should probably know." He held up a finger so he could get the door. He brought in the six pizzas, 4 pieces for each of them, and set them on the counter. He brought down some paper plates and evenly divided them before pulling a waiter''s move, lining plates across his arms. May only wanted two, so he took one of her other two and gave the other to Thor. Peter sat between MJ and Natasha, Carol standing up and proceeding to use Peter''s head as a table to set her plate on.


    Tony took a bite of pizza and started filling Peter in. "Okay, so - God, this pizza is good - for starters, the biggest thing right now in at least the US, is the reinstitution of polygamy, with the addition of, like, a bajillion restrictions and conditions on it. The only real reason for it coming back in the first place is the existence of polysexuals. Because, of course, being politically correct and treating everyone fairly is important." He shrugged.


    When he first mentioned polygamy, Peter almost choked on his pizza. That was...way too coincidental that he had several women who liked him or loved him already. He mentally shivered as he felt the almost unnoticeable conversation had between the eyes of MJ, Carol, and Natasha. He only knew they were subtly suggesting something, and he was afraid. He was very afraid.


    ~~~~~~~


    After a quick rundown of the rest of the political issues plaguing the U.S., everybody else left, letting Peter know to watch his phone for any call about Taskmaster.


    That is, everyone except MJ, Nat, and Carol. Raising a scared eyebrow at them, he was about to open his mouth before MJ beat him to the punch. "We''re waiting for our last guest." Peter inwardly ?r??n?d as he spotted in the distance outside his window, a figure clad in a skin-tight black catsuit with the signature platinum blonde hair.


    When Felicia got there, it was.... jarring...how she and the other girls interacted. It was like they were all best friends or something. Once they had greeted each other, they each turned a smirk to Peter, who grabbed a small bu??on of his dresser, like the Staples bu??on, except instead of saying "That was easy" it said "RAAAAAAAAPE!!"


    Surprisingly, **** was not committed in that meeting. Instead, Peter was simply...informed and notified...that the four of them wanted him. They also informed him that they would be sharing him, with additional members to be thoroughly vetted and/or restricted. Sweating buckets, Peter now stood in his lab, creating a kazzoo. An unnecessarily high-tech kazoo, called the **** Kazoo. (Shoutout to the story "Filling in Big Shoes" and "I''m No Hero" on Wattpad)


    His calendar for the rest of the weekdays, today was Monday, was ?ssigned to one of the 4 women. With trepidation, he accepted the terms, moreso afraid of declining for the sake of his health. After a strange Rock, Paper, Scissors tournament thing, MJ got Tuesday, Carol got Wednesday, Natasha got Thursday and Felicia got the coveted Friday. According to them, Friday was coveted because of what usually tended to happen on Fridays. Peter sighed to himself and activated his suit. Time to do some heroing so he didn''t worry himself to death.

 Chapter 6 - Shocking Discovery

    Peter was definitely less worried about how hectic his love life was. Instead, he was currently worried about the burgundy and gold pajama guy trying to rob a bank. He used to be relatively easy, according to Peter''s memory, but apparently Shocker had a sponsor. Clearly, his gear was upgraded. Then again, so was Peter''s. currently he was perched above Shocker, his arms pointed down at him, prepared for the netting. Right before he was going to, his spider-sense blared in his head. He shot himself down onto Shocker''s head, gave him a quick punch to the face, and zipped to a wall. He had just b?r?ly dodged an ambush from Electro. [Well, shit.] Peter tapped his fingers softly before he shot a web at Electro''s face to blind him, jumping in front of him and in clear sight of Shocker. "Hey Herman! Get the pi?ata!" Shocker proceeded to charge up a healthy blast at Peter, if it weren''t for his dodge that sent the blast into Electro instead. Electro went sailing into a wall, soon to be cased in by dozens of layers of webbing nets. Peter turned back to Shocker and cracked his knuckles, withdrawing his arms. He needed a good workout. Actually, he might just go work out anyway in his spare time. Superhuman strength is only as good as the human strength it''s added on to. Herman started to charge up again, only for Peter to web Herman''s face so he couldn''t aim well. As he was about to direct his attention to the ground, Peter shot webs at his legs and swept him off them, Shocker clocking himself in the face with his gloves. He was out almost instantly. Peter sighed. Where was the challenge? With another sigh, he left the bank.


    After he was away from the bank and perched on a roof, Peter had another second to think. Shocker''s gear was upgraded, and Electro had caused a much louder ring in his spider-sense than he ever had before. Someone was sponsoring them. He narrowed his eyes and sighed to himself. "But who?" He muttered to himself.


    Felicia had snuck up on him and perched next to him. "Who what?" Peter almost fell off the roof. Felicia just giggled. "What? Cat got your tongue?"


    Peter settled back down and laughed. "Not quite yet." He slightly teased back, to her surprise. "Anyway, I just took out Shocker and Electro in a bank. But, they seemed better than they were the last time I, or even Otto''s me, took them on. Somebody is sponsoring them. And I don''t know who yet." He scratched his chin a bit.


    Felicia rose an eyebrow. but smiled at him. "There''s my Peter. Already taking his job way more seriously than any of the rest of us do." She lifted his mask a bit, gave him a quick peck on the lips and put his mask back down before she patted his ?h?st a bit. "Don''t worry. It''ll come to you." She gave a small squeeze to his arms and left back to her apartment.


    As she left, Peter smiled and went back to his office/room to do some research.


    ~~~~~~~


    He hadn''t come up with anything yet, but he rigged a program to keep searching for him as he went to bed.


    This night, he would have a nightmare. In said nightmare, he was skydiving. It was thrilling like you wouldn''t believe. Time came to pull the chute, but his wasn''t working!


    It never did.


    He came down in the middle of a stunt show and never even made it to the ground, pulverized by a currently stunting truck (TRUCK-KUN WE MISSED YOU)


    He woke up immediately and fell out of bed. "What the fu?k?" He breathed out. That dream was actually how his last life died. Not that he knew that as of yet. He shook off the dream and went into his lab to take his mind off of it. He didn''t really want to before, but he figured it would open a lot of options, so he edited the arms so they could now help with the webswinging. His maneuverability would increase exponentially, but he felt like it could eliminate the need for him to manually webswing at all. He settled for only giving two of the arms the ability to do this, his upper two. With a sigh, he left his lab, but not before tucking his special Rubix Cube into his br??st pocket.


    Today was his date with MJ. He hadn''t gone on a date with her since... before Otto took over. And way before, at that. Of course, this was a new Peter we''re talking about, but still.


    She said she wanted to do late lunch and maybe a quick movie before he had to do patrol. This date would be very different to the others, since the patrol could be part of their dates. But he and MJ would just have to make do.


    He left his office at about noon, establishing some projects for the different departments to start work on, and met MJ outside. "So, the usual?" He asked, referring to their favorite diner.


    She smiled. "Yeah, I''d like that." The redhead bombshell tangled their fingers together as they walked down the street to the diner. At a stoplight, waiting to cross, she lifted a dainty finger to his chin and turned his head to leave a quick peck on his lips. "It''s been too long since I''ve been able to do that, Tiger."


    He brought his black sleeve up to politely remove the lipstick off his lips. He smiled. "You see me complaining?" After their casual lunch, and the movie was over, he took her home, leaving her with a kiss and a hug, and went back home to chill for a bit until he needed to go on patrol.


    AN// I''m really tired, it''s like 10:30 at night right now, I need to sleep, but I promised you a chapter! I don''t break that promise. Don''t forget about the harem requests. If I don''t have any by the time Felicia''s date (and the first H-18 scene) comes around, I''ll just fill the free spots with whoever I can think of.

 Chapter 7 - (not a chappie) Official harem

    MJ Watson (edit: Imagine around the same lines as the new video game version, just a bit curvier and all around a bit hotter, or if that doesn''t suit your fancy, go all the way back to the Spectacular Spider-Man Cartoon and just imagine it live action.)


    Black Cat (Consider to look roughly the same as the Spider-Man game, just maybe a small bit curvier.)


    Black Widow


    Captain Marvel


    Kitty Pride


    Silver Sable


    Silk


    Storm


    Scarlet Witch (Visually, imagine Wanda as the movie version. I probably should''ve specified this earlier, but anyone who I mention who is also in the movies, ?ssume they look the same.)


    Rogue (Still kinda iffy here, but I THINK this is what I''m doing, for plot''s sake, and cus I''ve got ideas for her powers)


    Spider-Gwen (*Note: Only in the Spider-verse events. Consider her like, half of a member, if that.)


    Chapter incoming within the next hour or so

 Chapter 8 - Weve Got a Problem

    Peter''s patrol, thus far, was quiet, other than random muggings and whatnot. Just as he was settling down on a roof to wait for anything else major, his spider-sense went off, as he rolled backwards out of his sitting position to face...Taskmaster. [Fuck! Tonight? Seriously?] Just as he got into combat position, his spider-sense went off again, as he rolled to the side to avoid a stab from Scorpion. From his roll, he flipped over blades that came from Vultures wings and came down onto Vulture''s head, using his legs to throw him into Scorpion.


    Taking stock of his situation, Peter cursed again. Taskmaster was their sponsor! The first to move was Scorpion, lashing out with his stinger. Peter swayed to the side and webbed the stinger, wrenching it down and into the roof. Using the anchored tail as a sort of pole, Peter swung around it to gain momentum before nailing him with a dropkick, reversing his momentum as he landed to kick Vulter behind the ear. Spider-sense flaring, He ducked under Taskmaster''s sword only to get shieldbashed in the back of the head. Nanotech saved him from the blackout, but he was still a bit dazed. Grunting in anger, Peter''s mechanical arms came out again, before Peter spun, his arms shooting an almost constant stream of web balls and nets. Taskmaster just used his shield for the web balls, but didn''t notice the net. Vuture''s wings were now all gunked up by webbing, and he couldn''t fly anymore. Scorpion was cozy on the floor of the roof, webbed up tight and cursing. Two of Peter''s arms shot out to absolutely shred Vulture''s wings, as his other two arms dueled Taskmaster. Vulture dealt with, Peter turned his attention back to Taskmaster. That was a mistake, as Taskmaster pressed a bu??on on his wrist, a beep resounding from the gear on Vulture and Scorpion. With a deep, sinking feeling in his gut, Peter watched as Taskmaster ran off, a distant Iron Man after him and probably coordinating the Avengers.


    Peter had a different problem though, that of Vulture and Scorpion wearing small packs of explosives in the smaller and less noticeable areas of their armor. Dragging them next to each other, Peter frantically started disarming the bombs. He only got Vulture out of the clear before he noticed that there wasn''t enough time. So, taking the explosives off Scorpion''s body and webbing them all together, Peter chucked them as far into the sky as he possibly could, one of his arms sniping it with a taser web, engaging the explosive while it was high in the sky.


    Calming his breathing a bit, Peter swung off in the direction of Tony and Taskmaster, hitting speeds he never had before, thanks to his extra arms. He did eventually find Tony, and everyone else, but no Taskmaster. Only a message from Taskmaster. He basically said that every villain they had ever had to face alone was now outfitted with improved gear, and they were far more powerful than they were the last they''d seen them. Peter mentally disagreed, but he chalked that up to his own upgrades.


    After a two-finger salute as a sign that he''d heard, he swung off back to his office.


    ~~~~~~


    The next day was designated to Natasha, which he was swiftly reminded of when he woke up to his phone ringing. Caller ID was all he needed. He picked up his phone and answered. "Hello?" He responded groggily.


    Natasha''s voice crackled to life on the other end. "Hey! When do you want to meet up at Avengers tower?" Her voice had a thinly veiled itch of excitement. It was adorable how hard she was trying to hide it.


    He glanced at his clock. "Uh, yeah maybe at about 10ish? 6am isn''t an ideal time to go out." He responded, his eyelids still heavy with sleep.


    She seemed to have overlooked that, and a tiny "oh" came from the other side, followed by a rushed hangup. Peter chuckled slightly, but got up anyway.


    [Since Taskmaster is bringing all my supervillains out of retirement and all new and improved, I need to upgrade a bit more. Not only that, but I need to find a way to keep the criminals I put away, put away. Let''s see here...] He spent the next 2 or 3 hours designing new reinforcements for walls, and any devices that could nullify powers. He scratched his head. For now, he was running low on ideas, partly because of how tired he was. He drank some coffee and made himself breakfast before he checked up on happenings in the company. He spotted some shady shit happening in the financial reports, not to mention some less than savory projects still being developed. He sent word down through the company via an email that he would be shutting down a few select projects, but he would not be firing those who did work on them. He also straight-up fired anyone who was practicing shady deals to get funding and such.


    With this stuff out of the way, he went and got dressed to go meet Nat. He left the building, hitching a ride on the subway to Avengers Tower. Most of the other Avengers had their own homes and such, but Nat tended to stay at the tower just to make sure everything was still operating right. He walked in and flashed a smile at the camera in front. He could''ve sworn he heard light jogging from the inside. Why not just open the doors remotely?


    This question was answered when Nat reached out and dragged him inside, planting a solid kiss on him before taking him around to see some shit he''d missed.


    AN// Sorry it took so long to release, and also sorry it''s so short. IRL stuff really wanted to fu?k me today, and it did, so I had to wait until I could finish the chapter. FYI, the title refers to the problem of Taskmaster''s sponsoring stuff.

 Chapter 9 - (not a chapter) I should probably clarify

    Okay, just so you lovely readers aren''t supremely disappointed:


    THIS SPIDER-MAN WILL NOT BE OP


    Yes, he''ll be a far, far stronger Spider-Man, but I''m not trying to make a character that puts all the other wonderful characters to shame. That''s just not my style.


    Notice the very very few tweaks to Peter''s personality. He has the same relative mindset. He has no reason to be better than everybody, to put everybody else to shame. Let me put it this way: At his strongest he''ll ever be, he''ll be able to beat Thor relatively easily, but anybody from Thanos'' crew could cause him problems.


    He''s a smart dude with powers. Not a smart spider dude who also wants to be a god, who also wants to rule the world, who also wants to blahblahblah. He won''t be OP, but he''ll certainly be high-tier.

 Chapter 10 - HOLY CRAP (just a thank you)

    There is no fu?k?n? way I''m reading this right


    22,000 of you fu?kers are reading this? Why? I''m not even that good!


    Straight up, I''m fu?k?n? honored. I will keep releasing chapters of this, and I promise to at least try to keep the quality up. Quality over quantity in my opinion.


    Chapter still coming today, just wanted to do a quick thank you.

 Chapter 11 - Avengers Tower

    Avengers Tower was very interesting. Crazy disorganized and messy, but interesting. Peter and Nat spent a large portion of their time together just taking the tour of the place,since it had changed since the last time Peter was here. And greatly so. Tony and Bruce had their own labs here, Dr. Strange had his own small study, Steve had a gym-thing, Clint had a tiny archery range, Thor had a bar, and Natasha had literally everywhere else. She read a lot, Peter didn''t want to know exactly what, because who knows what a lethal and seductive spy would read for fun.


    Something that stood out the most, however, was a doorway that had a curtain over it. Peter raised an eyebrow and Nat was about to answer it, before Tony did first. "That''s a lab for you." Tony stepped up beside them. "But just because you tell me you stuffed Otto into a Rubix Cube and expect me to instantly trust you, doesn''t mean I''m about to give it to you. Keep your word about the trap you set for that vibranium contact and I might think about it."


    With a bitter but understanding nod, Peter tore his eyes off the curtain. "Well, then can I use your lab for a second? You can supervise me if you''d like. If I''m gonna catch this contact by myself, I need to formulate a plan and something to help me pull it off. A fellow scientist to maybe help me check my ideas, and a smart cookie of a spy to help formulate the plan itself. If the contact has vibranium for sale, it''s very safe to ?ssume that he''ll be using it, too. So how do we combat it?"


    Peter thought for another second before he took a cartridge of webbing out from his suit, which appeared for just a second. He then went to through some of Tony''s crap and put together a few nano-bots. His gears still turning in his head, he mixed this in with the webbing before he put it back in his webshooter. He turned to Tony. "Do you have a disposable electronic? Like a cheap phone or something?" Tony had just that, as he turned it on. Just as he did, Peter shot a ball of the new webbing at Tony, the nanobots wriggling out of the webbing and travelling up Tony''s arm. In no time, they swarmed the phone before dropping to the floor immediately after. Said phone was now completely nonfunctional. Peter had programmed those nanobots to hack any electronic on the person that he shot the webbing at. The nanobots would then stop working when their purpose was fulfilled. Over the next few minutes, with the help of Nat, they put together a strategy of getting close enough to get the contact with the webbing without giving away what they were doing.


    Peter then turned to Nat. "Would you mind if we went back to my office before we go kick ?ss?" Receiving a shake of her head, they went back to his lab. Immediately, he set to work on an idea he had while making the sort of emp webs. If he could program nanobots to shape webbing, he could probably make constructs or complicated shapes out of his webs. Possibly even blunt weapons out of them. Testing this theory, he spent the next hour or so experimenting with this, all while Nat sat on his lab counter and watched him work. Occasionally, he would ask her opinion on something related to it, partly for the actual opinion, and partly so she knew he wasn''t ignoring her.


    When it was done, he implemented a few of those web cartridges into his suit along with the others that he could cycle through. Leaving the office for Avengers Tower, so Nat could grab her gear, they left. What they hadn''t expected to find that night, was Venom running around with a red tinge to him. Somehow, Taskmaster had mixed Venom and Carnage together!


    Cursing every ounce of his Parker luck, Peter switched to his taser webs, hoping that still worked a little. Getting thrown way too many feet at the same time, he realized they didn''t and cursed. "Wonderful suit, Parker. Care to let me rip it off?" Venom/Carnage snarled, lashing out at him with his symbiotic tentacles and constructed weapons, the latter courtesy of Carnage.


    Peter''s mechanical arms triggered and started fending them off a bit while Peter frantically tried to come up with a plan. Seeing no further option, he shot a web out to the side to nab an electrical unit. Throwing it at Venom/Carnage. On its way, he shot an impact web at it, hoping to get it to explode in V/C''s face. Thankfully, it did. Unfortunately, it only stunned him. Groaning, Peter dodged back over the spot that he ripped the elctrical unit from. Small tongues of flame sprouted up and Peter quickly removed his suit, for a fraction of a second, to take off his shirt. His suit forming again, he set his shirt on fire with it. Brandishing his flaming shirt as a sort of torch, he backed V/C towards the edge of the building.


    Grinning, Peter switched to his new webbing and tested it out, a hammer made of webs formed out of his wrists. Spinning to get a little momentum, he nailed V/C under the chin, hard enough to send V/C to the street below and onto a car. That was the best thing that could''ve happened, as the car alarm blared and drove the symbiotes nuts. What they left behind was a dazed Eddie Brock and a small ball of goop under his shoe. Peter went down and webbed Eddie to the car, tossed a small vial of dry ice at both Venom and Carnage, freezing them in place so a containment team could retrieve them.


    Peter was a little careless though: He didn''t notice the maroon and slightly black ball of goop lob itself onto the foot of his suit.


    AN// Yes this is some setup for Toxin coming in. Just to confirm.

 Chapter 12 - Suit Stowaway

    { } - Toxin, an AI, or other voices in Peter''s head


    Right after dealing with Eddie, Peter and Nat, the latter keeping V/C from causing damage on the ground since Peter knew his weaknesses better for a fight, went back to Avengers Tower. Peter sent his suit back into standby mode, unknowingly trapping a goopy blob in with it. Later on, after experimenting more with his new webbing, he went back to his office. Planning to maybe change or improve a few things of the suit, he brought it out again.


    At first, he didn''t feel any change. But then he did. He felt much stronger than before. And faster. Fearing these implications based on what had happened in the past with Venom, he went to a mirror. What he saw was strange. He wasn''t coated in the suit as he used to be. Instead, it felt like the symbiote had integrated with the suit. All of the previously white webbing was now a vibrant, kind of bright maroon. Not neon, but light enough and bright enough to tell the color change. The blue of his suit had darkened, too, from a denim color to more of a dark blueberry color. A voice began speaking in his head. {What are you, Peter Parker?}


    Cursing, Peter realized that Toxin knew now that he wasn''t the original Peter Parker. This would be a very long conversation.


    ~~~~~~~


    The next morning, after almost no sleep answering questions that a newborn symbiote asked of him, Peter dragged himself out of bed with a groan.


    Toxin was...strange. He felt different to the way Venom, or even Carnage, felt. It was like...Venom and Carnage fed off of hate and...well...carnage. But Toxin didn''t. Toxin''s power and motivation fed off of how much fun he was having, or how bored he was. If he was having fun, he would be very strong. If he was very very bored, then he would be angry, and prone to actually hurting people. Feeling that Toxin may actually be more feasible of a companion than Venom ever could be, what with the corruption of Peter''s head, Peter decided he would talk to Toxin some more, a little out of necessity, given how much Toxin already knew about him. As Peter ate breakfast and went about his morning routine, Toxin was actively learning basic or advanced things based off of Peter''s memories. And, given that this Peter knew almost every little thing about almost every piece of lore, almost every storyline, and almost every character based in the comics, that was a lot of shit to learn. That didn''t mean there weren''t exceptions in this timeline, but this was enough to be crucially important.


    In the middle of breakfast, his secretary, Rachel, called his cell phone. He answered, only to be met with NOT Rachel''s voice. Instead, it was tech rival and arch nemesis Norman Osborn, holding Rachel hostage. Peter sighed. "Norman, why would you take my secretary? As much as I do care about my secretary, you know I could easily come up with another in her absence."


    Norman, clearly not having gotten a memo about Peter''s love life, had made some pretty bad ?ssumptions. "Oh but you wouldn''t let your secretary leave, would you? I mean, how long have you been together? 3 years since your company started?" Norman had a limited array of people he could threaten Peter with, given the around-the-clock protection of MJ and Aunt May by S.H.I.E.L.D.


    Peter audibly sighed again. "Norman, that''s just my secretary. We''re not together." A barrage of deranged curses rang out from the other side of the phone. Peter''s company had defenses that were specifically designed to combat Osborn''s offence. This was Osborn''s only choice. Now he looked stupid.


    As this conversation went on, Peter swung through the city from his mechanical, and now partially symbiotic, arms. Where most symbiotes fed on actual people, since the nanotech of Peter''s suit had kind of fused Toxin into it as a sort of sentient AI, Toxin fed on other pieces of tech. As a result, Peter''s suit would improve and become more and more efficient.


    Guiding the glider to the rooftop with well-placed webzips, he webbed it to the roof and shorted it out with a taser webs. Turning back to Norman, he put away his extra appendages and put his fists up. Norman had obviously gotten an upgrade. His suit before, which was like pajamas (comic book Green Goblin) was replaced with an actual suit of a sort of armor. (Raimi trilogy Green Goblin) Peter shot a web to his sides, latching to some AC turbines, and catapulted himself towards Norman. His feet double-kicked him in the stomach, followed by a kip-up that nailed his jaw and a punch to the temple. Norman, irritated, tossed a punch Peter''s way, who grabbed his wrist and threw him to the side, slamming him against the roof exit of a stairwell.


    After another short scuffle, Peter manifested a hammer from his webshooters, the webs now a dark crimson, and nailed a two-handed uppercut to Norman. Norman, b?r?ly conscious from the hit, had the relative awareness to drop a few pumpkin bombs down at Peter. Nimble on his feet, Peter''s other arms shot out and snared the pumpkin bombs in a neat web. Peter spun around and tossed them right back at Norman, who was still falling. This launched him out and over the streets.


    Not wanting to kill anybody, Peter shot a web out to hit Norman''s ?h?st, pulling him back, from an inhuman distance, and clotheslined him, sending Norman into unconsciousness, and possibly eating from a tube for the next week or two.


    After webbing him down, Toxin spoke up. {That glider...it looks tasty. Set your hand on it for me, will you?} Shrugging, Peter walked over to the glider and moved to set his hand on it. Before he even got the chance, Toxin detached some from his suit, those parts of his suit reverting to before he fused to it. Toxin was a dark burgundy or maroon color on his head and neck, his eyes a dull beige. He opened his mouth, which looked more like an abyss than anything else, and suddenly swallowed the glider whole, almost comically increasing in size. The instant that Toxin went back into the suit, he cackled wildly in Peter''s head. {Oh this is gonna be fun. Sit tight!}


    Right after this statement from Toxin, Peter found himself tossed off a building and gliding through the air in a straight line.

 Chapter 13 - Evolving Tech?

    Symbiotes, Venom and his descendants in particular, have always been a very adaptive and constantly evolving race. That''s the main reason why Venom was such a pain in Peter''s ?ss to begin with.


    The same principle applied here, but a tad bit differently. If Toxin was not fused to Peter''s suit, and Toxin ate heroes or villains, he would adopt versions of or full-on just take their powers. This said, since Toxin IS fused with the suit, he eats tech. He uses this tech to evolve Peter''s suit. He did so with Gobbie''s glider.


    Peter soared straight across the roof, little gliders made of the same nanotech of Peter''s base suit and infused with Toxin underneath his arms. Back before Parker Industry was a thing, and before Otto even took over, Peter used to use little webwings. Now, it was those on steroids. On the very edge of these nanotech gliders, small boosters no bigger than a superball kept him stable at whatever altitude he was at. If he wanted to go down, the gliders under his arms would adjust their angle on the edges. Or if he wanted to bank or turn, one glider would change its angle.


    Fascinated by this, Peter let the gliders stop midair and plummeted down, before he swung very high into the air, using the gliders at the top of the swing. A helicopter pilot beside him widened his eyes before Peter waved (and one of his arms did, too) and went back to his secretary and took her back to the office. Making a show of leaving, he came back out of the office building and made sure she was okay before offering her a day off. She refused, and the day went on as usual.


    Today was designated for him to spend with Carol, and he smiled as he swung and glided his way to her apartment building. And all the while, Toxin was cursing Peter out, so bad that Deadpool would faint, because he had more options for tail than anybody in existence currently or ever.


    Rolling his eyes, Peter rolled onto Carol''s rooftop and deactivated his suit. She was standing near the ledge on the other side on her tiptoes and a hand over her eyes watching for him. He chuckled to himself and webzipped himself forward, sliding on his back between her legs to look up at her. "Hi."


    With a cute little shriek, she jumped back and gave an even cuter little stomp, a small segment of the roof cracking under her foot. "PETER PARKER!" She was cute when she was mad. She was wearing blue skinny jeans, brown boots, a white tank top, and a relatively tight brown leather jacket. Her long (I like the long hair better, let me have it please) blonde hair floated around her shoulders as she pouted a little and punched him weakly in the ?h?st. Although, being Captain Marvel, it still made him cough a bit. "DON''T SCARE ME LIKE THAT! YOU DICK!" After she was done pouting and being an adorable mad blonde, she grabbed his hand and pecked him on the cheek. "But at least you''re here. I saw a little on the news about you and Green Goblin. You okay?" Usually, Peter didn''t come out from a fight with Norman looking great.


    Peter smiled and shrugged. "I''m good. He didn''t really hit me at all. And he was far easier than he usually was, considering the upgrades he made. Then again, that''s probably thanks to Toxin." Answering the question on her face, he activated his new suit, as Toxin detached a bit, a little symbiotic hand forming and waving at Carol.


    Toxin''s voice, both in person and in Peter''s head, was like Venom''s voice, but if he got high on something and mellowed out his bitch vibes. "Hello! I''m Toxin- Ohshe''sgonnapunchmebye!" Panicked, Peter spent the next 5 or 10 minutes explaining why Toxin wasn''t as bad as Venn and Carnage. It took a lot of convincing, but eventually, Carol let it go. Toxin blatantly refused to come out like that again to her. He liked his face too much.


    Following this fiasco, Peter strung a web tightrope across up the street and to another stairwell exit. (There''s so fu?k?n? many, whyyyyy) Setting Carol in front of him, his hands on her h?ps to keep her balanced, even though she could easily just break her fall by flying, they started slowly walking across the tightrope. Toxin, secretly, was watching this part of Peter''s life like it was The Bachelor, because he''s a real man.


    In the middle of their pointless stunt, the tightrope suddenly snapped. Before Carol could even react, Peter had her back on the roof, flicking a few grains of sand off his shoulder. He then ?r??n?d. "That''ll be Sandman." He turned to her. "You wanna help? Or just watch your boyfriend kick ?ss?" Since he was technically all the girls'' boyfriend, he was allowed to say that. Blushing heavily, she waved him off to do his thing, as she tore a chunk out of the roof and wrote on it ''KICK HIS ASS BABE'' (AN// Wholesome power couple...wholesome for now at least. Until the next day with Felicia)


    Grinning like a fool under his mask, Peter swung off to fight Flint Marko, better known as Sandman. Sandman''s upgrades weren''t apparent yet, but Peter was sure he''d find it. "T, you getting anything?"


    Dropping to the ground, Toxin immediately ate a firehose, Peter sending an apologetic wave before swinging circles around Sandy, small firehose nozzles forming on the back of his wrists. "T, you''re the fu?k?n? greatest." Peter praised, as he soaked Sandman from head to toe because he could actually reach the rest of him that the firefighters couldn''t. Sandman went down actually rather quickly after that. His upgrade seemed to just be a bit higher resistance to water, but firehoses didn''t care about that shit.


    Getting back to Carol, who kissed him hard for a second, he deactivated his suit and smiled. "So, enjoy the show?"


    With a smirk, Carol replied, "Hottest show I''ve seen in ages." Peter''s mildly flustered reaction and his new penchant for changing the subject when he was nervous made her softly giggle.


    "Well, anyway, the tightrope?" He gestured to the roof they originally set out from. She rolled her eyes and dragged him to a restaurant. She cared very little for anything too fancy, so they ended up just getting fast food, which suited the both of them just fine.


    Together, they talked over what had happened the last few days, the developments in Peter''s suit and whatnot, and a few other things. Mostly small-talk. Following that, Peter took her back to her apartment, where she invited him inside. Hesitating for a second, Peter eventually shook his head. "No, not this time. I still technically work tomorrow, if CEO''s actually work at all, so I should probably head back to my office." After a quick pout, she gave him a quick kiss and a playful push to the ?h?st before closing the door. Peter went back home and passed out, the anticipation for the next day with Felicia the furthest thing from his mind.

 Chapter 14 - not a chappie What stuff?

    The next chapter will be the first 18+ chapter. I honestly have no idea what kinks/fetishes to include or if I just go vanilla, so this is me opening up essentially requests, but sort of not. If I deem the kink/fetish just way too extreme or nasty af, then I''ll just skip over it.


    Have fun with the next chapter, I know I will!


    Edit: Since i didn''t get many fetish requests, I''ll just use my own

 Chapter 15 - not a chappie [yet])

Hey, yeah, sorry I''ve had irl stuff kinda sidetrack me. Also, I''ve been mentally preparing myself for the sin I''m boutta commit.


    Let me think for maybe another day or two and I''ll attempt to finish the incoming H18 chapter.

 Chapter 16 - Cat Scratch Fever (18+)

    The next morning, Peter went about his usual morning routine, eating breakfast with his secretary reminding him of stuff coming up. One of which was a press conference the next week.


    Peter reluctantly sat himself down with paperwork, which he hated. The instant he was done with it, Felicia called him. Apparently, her dad needed help with something, she clarified it wasn''t to steal something, and then promised she would "Make it up to him" during his patrol hours. Shifting his actual patrol to now, he made sure to have his RapeKazoo (patent pending) on him.


    It was a good thing he had gone for a swing, too, since he got to stop Shocker again. He left him hanging upside down from a streetlight, his gauntlets safely in the custody of Toxin. Peter''s suit would now do the same things Herman did, if he so wanted to do them.


    Before Otto took over, Peter and Felicia had done it once. It was during one of his and MJ''s breaks. From that experience, he drew a few conclusions about Felicia: She was a total s?x-addict, she was a kinky nymph, and his legs would most likely be dead by the time the night was up.


    The most logical thing for him to do was hide. To do so, he pulled a Homer Simpson and backed up into and hid in a brick wall, his mechanical arms holding his hiding place intact.


    But Felicia was on the hunt. On the hunt and horny. On the hunt and horny for his D. He didn''t stand a chance. She could smell him.


    Within the next few minutes, after a pitiful wail from his kazoo, they were both back in his office.


    H18 STARTS HERE THOU HAST BEEN TOLD


    Peter deactivated his suit, for now ignoring the fact that his legs would be dead the next morning, and Felicia instantly pounced on him. He didn''t even stand a chance of dominating. She was way too horny for that.


    His clothes lasted a second and half before she literally ripped them off, letting his muscular body breathe. Basically drooling, Felicia snatched his lips in hers and attempted to ram her tongue down his throat. He didn''t dominate, but he didn''t surrender either, fighting back eagerly. As their tongues tied together like high-quality shoelaces, she peeled her skintight bodysuit off of her body, pushing her soft, sensual body into him. He let this motion bring him to the bed, his now very hard and above-average in length c o c k prodding at her inner th??h.


    Not content with going straight to the main event, Felicia planted her soft fingertips on his ?h?st before she made went down slowly, teasingly, to his c o c k, never breaking eye contact with him on the way there. Smirking at him, she brought his c o c k into her soft hand, jacking him off slowly, just to get a feel for the d??k she hadn''t had in a few years. It was noticeably bigger in her hand than it had been before. Her best guess placed his manhood at about 8, maybe 9 inches? That was to say nothing of his inch and a half, maybe 2 inch diameter girth. She looked forward to how well this would gape her.


    Oh this wasn''t mentioned earlier? Her biggest kink was anything involving penetrating her kinky little rosebud. This wasn''t something Peter knew, as they hadn''t done that last time. Her usual masturbation process sometimes had nothing to with pleasuring her puss?, since playing with her ?ss got her off just fine. Most of the time, this was fueled by her dirty imagination that involved Peter. The kicker for her? He was just as well-endowed as she imagined, if not more.


    As much as she loved anal, she also loved occasionally being unable to breathe, emphasized by her next action: ramming his webshooter straight down her throat with zero gag reflex. Involuntarily cursing, Peter tangled his hand in her hair to keep it out of her face.


    Contrary to how this was planned to go, one of her more...alluring...fantasies came to mind. And in her mind, alluring meant it made her and her puss? both drool. Said fantasy consisted of her, usually the top, giving in and allowing the bottom, being Peter, to take dominance over her for once. Most of this was driven by how big she had discovered him to be.


    What she didn''t know, was that at the end of the night, that would be her only fantasy, ever.


    His groan was heavy, as he patted her head almost like she was a cat who was good. She let his c o c k fall out of her mouth, drool and saliva glazed over it, combined with leftovers of his freshly shot ?um. She licked up what she could and then pumped him a bit to get him back to full-mast. This was easy to do, given his heavily accelerated stamina. He then smirked at her, pulling a semi-wrestling moves to push her onto her back under him, her mascara slightly running.


    She proceeded to cup his cheek in her hand. "Peter Parker?" She asked in a sultry and almost aggressive manner. "Fuck my ?ss into next month." The procceding events, before the bu??fuck even happened, were almost a blur to her. All she knew was that she was now upside-down, her legs spread wide, and balanced in the middle of the air via a web tightrope that she seemed to have been purposely tangled in. Peter, above her, slowly came down onto her using a strand of webbing on the ceiling. "Web bondage. I think you''ll like it. At least I hope." He ran his hardened self across her tight shaven puss?, before thrusting into her, just enough to mold her puss? to the shape of his c o c k and to lubricate it enough in her own wetness. Then he went for the motherload.


    The rest of that night was spent filling Felicia''s ?ss with load after load, doing so in at least a million different positions.


    Neither of them could properly walk the next morning, Felicia because her ?ss got nailed raw, and Peter because he couldn''t feel his legs all that well.


    AN//I legitimately feel bad that this took me as long as it did. I had no idea I was even going to finish it today. I don''t know when the next chapter will be out, but I''ll start brainstorming for whatever does come next. Edit: It''s almost fitting that I released my first lemon while I was at 69k reads. almost poetic jusice. Next H18 scene might actually have some of that by the way.

 Chapter 17 - Plans

    Peter was sore. But he was also thinking.


    Felicia, in his room busy getting dressed in a t-shirt and shorts of his, let him work in his lab for a bit.


    What he was working on in his lab at the moment, was relatively important. Less about being more powerful, a little bit more about his probable s?x life, but even more about not dying depending on who he''s in bed with. Captain Marvel? He would literally die because of her strength being far beyond his. Or at least, his pelvic bone would fracture some.


    This led to needing to not necessarily make himself stronger, but make himself more durable. As he was thinking, Felicia came into his lab, which was currently playing Iron Maiden quietly in the background, and wrapped her arms around him. Kissing him on the cheek, she looked over his shoulder at the paper he wrote some ideas on. If Peter''s face was any suggestion, he wasn''t quite happy with any of them. Thinking with him for a minute or two, she voiced a question. "Pete, have you done any research on other spiders?"


    Turning to her, his eyebrow raised, he shook his head. "No. Why?" A few minutes later, Peter had an entire whiteboard full of research notes based on existing spiders. "If I had any gene technology I could use, I could start on some of these." He clicked his tongue. "Whenever I can get around to it, I guess." One if the spiders he found, with a scientific name he couldn''t quite pronounce, had armor fused into their limbs. His hope was that he could use that, not necessarily to give himself armor fused onto his limbs, but moreso into his limbs, like a big bulletproof friend of his, Luke Cage.


    This particular spider was his main focus for now, but until he could get his hands on gene tech, he was stuck. His knowledge of comics lent him knowledge of Alchemax, the various alternate Spider-Men, Spider-Man 2099 to be exact, and the origins of said Spider-Man. If he could tweak the tech some, he could easily pull off what he wanted to do. {Hey, T? Keep an ear out for a company called Alchemax. As soon as they''re even an idea, let me know.} Getting an affirmative from Toxin, he laid out this part of his plan.


    He wasn''t the type to steal tech. He just wasn''t. But since Alchemax would one day be rather villainous, he could easily buy the company as soon as it started. Or at least bargain for some kind of foothold in it. Maybe make it a puppet company for him? That would mean that his particular universe would never have a Spider-Man 2099, but that Alchemax would never go as corrupt as it would.


    Nodding to himself, satisfied with this course of action, Peter saved it onto his computer with a reminder set so he didn''t forget. Felicia liked all of this, but she had already left once he''d started listing spiders.


    After a hasty late breakfast, Peter left, heading to Avengers Tower to confirm the plan for the vibranium dealer bust. Tony was currently stuck in a room experimenting with other AI, for whatever reason, so he was finishing up the plan with Nat.


    She wasn''t stupid, far from it, so she could quite easily tell by the slight gimp in his step and the ruffled appearance that he''d banged somebody the night before. The slight nail marks peaking over his collar gave away who it was. Suppressing a glare, she started putting together her own plan. Her plan to get him on the next Friday. Weekends were fair game for any of them, but this weekend would be busy.


    Before they could go do any of that bust though, the Avengers had a surprise visit from a really fu?k?d up Iron Man suit. Peter heard it, as did Nat, so they booked it to the main lounge area. Cursing, Peter launched a taser web at the attacking skeleton of an armor, shorting it out. Unfortunately, the newly dubbed Ultron had already left the suit of armor and run away. Carol was away, doing space stuff for the next few days, probably until Tuesday. Glancing to the coffee table, Peter inferred what was happening, that being everybody trying to pick up Thor''s hammer. Peter just rolled his eyes. In an attempt to actually be his usual funny self, and to try to lessent he tension them and himself, he walked over to the hammer. "Guys, are you serious? You can''t pick this up?" Knowing full-well why they couldn''t, he still tried to lift it.


    What happened next was a surge of electricity through his body as Mjolnir lifted off the table. Panicking immediately, Peter dropped it bavk onto the coffee table, which proceeded to break.


    After about 10 minutes of stunned silence, Tony finally voiced what at least half of them were thinking. "What the fu?k?!"

 Chapter 18 - Worthy?

    Peter gave a confused and stunned look around the room. Tony was confused, understandably, but not out of "Oh damn he picked it up" but moreso out of "How can we even be sure he''s back? And now he''s supposedly worthy? B.S."


    On the flipside, Thor was simply speechless, looking like a fish on a dock. Peter hastily tossed Mjolnir back to Thor, who didn''t catch it. Instead, it thunked him in the ?h?st. With a soft grunt, Thor snapped out of it and picked it up, a very awkward look on his face.


    The other Avengers, Clint, Bruce, Rhodey, and Steve, who before Peter had come the closest to picking it up, just watched quietly. Tony left quickly to stew for a bit. Nat just shrugged it off and sat down.


    Eager to get the tension off of him, Peter quickly bailed on the whole thing, busting out of one of the many windows and webbing it up as he swung away. He very quickly told Toxin to track Ultron''s signal, possible due to to Toxin discreetly swallowing the junk Iron Man suit. Peter also now had a mild repulsor blast type of thing, more for stun than damage, and a small light on the bu?? of his ?h?st spider.


    Following the signal as far as he could without leaving New York, he uploaded the signal to his computer so he could track it. Turning around, he came face to ?h?st with the burly thunder god.


    "Never have I thought you would ever be worthy." He almost looked angry until he gave a smirking smile and stuck his hand out to shake Peter''s hand. "A mortal has been deemed worthy of the hammer Mjolnir. This is cause for celebration. Celebration on Asgard!" He bellowed heartily before Heimdall beamed them up like Scotty.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~


    Meeting Odin was weird. In fact, meeting most Asgardians in Asgard was weird. They all had either a distrust of him, or a feel of superiority over him. Odin a little moreso. Thor''s mother, on the other hand, was a goddamn saint. She calmed Odin''s t?ts long enough that Peter was able to prove his worthiness by Thor simply tossing it to him. He caught it and waved it at Odin for a split second.


    Odin''s mouth simply stopped working, as he lost all of his hot air. "It''s-It''s true...a Midgardian truly is worthy." This was the general procedure when a mortal or someone who wasn''t the owner of a worthiness-based weapon, picked up or wielded said weapon. One of Odin''s comrades and friends, the Dwarven King Eitri of Nidavellir, stepped forward. His presence there had been requested by Thor, and now Eitri knew why. By the next Midgardian year, a weapon or armor for him would need to be made, as per Asgardian tradition.


    While all of this happened, Toxin was simply taking in the golden place, trashtalking the people who were d??ks to Peter, and made mental notes of what, if anything, he could eat.


    Eitri and Peter exchanged brief introductions, and Eitri cut to the chase. "As per the Asgardian traditions, a weapon and armor is ta be made fer the fact o'' yer worth. What''re ye lookin'' fer in a weapon or armor?"


    ~~~~~


    Several hours later, Peter''s brain muddled from how quickly everything was happening, he was given a straight-up chunk of Uru metal which Toxin eagerly swallowed, integrating it into the suit''s defenses. The whole suit now had a mild sheen and shine to it. Vibranium, eat your heart out. A vague weapon design was drawn up by Eitri upon Peter''s description of chakrams, a pair of circular bladed weapons that could be enchanted to.come back when thrown, or be used in close combat. They would be great for taking down bots or injuring his rogue''s gallery enough that he could web them up. Interrogation would also be much quicker now.


    ~~~~~~~~


    Happy to be home, Peter collapsed on his bed at 3am Earth time, only for his phone to be blown up by his sudden invite to a group chat. Groaning, he took a look at it. It was all of his girlfriends discussing how they would schedule the dates and whatnot. Peter chimed in with the request to wait until Ultron and the vibranium dude were taken care of.


    They only partially listened. Those of them that could take part in said Ultron situation, this being just Black Widow, would be essentially free to spend whatever amount of time with him whenever she could. (hint for next H18) Groaning, Peter gave a quick goodnight message and passed the hell out.


    ~~~~~~~~


    Obviously, Peter crashed his party by tossing him a tiny tablet with Ultron''s signal beeping on it. He was in Sokovia. With an eyebrow raised, Tony was about to ask where Peter got it when Toxin poked his head out from the suit. "I ate the junk suit." He reteated into the suit at the same time that Tony threw an instinctual punch from his quick-change suit.


    He went to his knees upon impact, cradling his now throbbing hand. Turns out, Uru is greater than Iron or steel. The more you know. Peter sent his suit and Toxin to standby mode, Nat raising an eyebrow. As it turns out, the only way for the new suit to stay nanotech while still being magic like Uru was, it had to be stored differently. This came in the form of a runic enchantment tattoo on Peter''s left bicep, containing the magical energy. Because of the new method of storage, Toxin was now bonded to both the suit AND to Peter.


    Nat decided she liked the ancient runic tattoo that looked a little bit like a spider.


    The next few hours were spent planning, until Tony got an alert on his computer while typing on it that two people were discovered to have been taken into custody, recruited, or otherwise by Ultron.


    Wanda and Pietro Maximoff.

 Chapter 19 - Spider-Man Angry

    Glancing between Tony, Clint, and the others who seemed to almost be panicking, Peter felt distinctly at a loss for words. He had no goddamn clue what was happening.


    From the bits and pieces of rushed urgency coming from the others, he ?ssumed they''d already come across them before. Figuring he''d probably get a crash course on what''s happening, he went in the general direction the others were. Next thing he knew, he was stuffed into a QuinnJet between Nat and a wall.


    From the 30-45 second rundown Tony gave him, the Maximoff twins, at least so far, were a pretty big thorn in their side. Tony had suspicions about why, but since they hadn''t really said yet, they couldn''t know. Nat pretty quickly sidelined her plans for the sake of the mission. Her only concern was for how Wanda''s powers could affect Peter, if at all.


    Peter, meanwhile, was combing through his relatively untouched comic knowledge in his head. It was here that he sorted through the different versions of Wanda. The one he ?ssumed he''d meet was not the ?n??stuous one. If it was, he would literally kill himself.


    When they were on the ground, Peter felt a distinct lack of swingable stuff. Shrugging it off, he just followed the Avengers into the base.


    ~~~~After the warehouse fight~~~~


    Peter was going to turn this robot into scrap metal and then shove it up Tony''s ?ss. Right after he got Nat back.


    The other Avengers took the burning fire in his eyes and his supremely mean scowl as signals to not talk to him. Losing Nat was something he could take revenge on Ultron for. But the Maximoff twins'' reasons for what they''re doing? That was a whole different story. They had a deep grudge for Tony and for Peter. Tony''s company had been the cause of their parents'' deaths, and Peter''s company apparently had been the cause of their orphanage being destroyed. He had no way to defend himself against that yet, since the two weren''t really listening. Of course, they didn''t know he was Peter Parker, so he had to phrase it a specific way, but still. Peter turned his eyes to Thor. "If possible, try to expedite my order. I''m gonna tear this robot motherfucker in half."


    When Felicia and Mj showed up, hearing about what happened, they were aghast and shocked to find Peter drinking. Drinking hard. He may not be the same Peter, but he had all the same memories. Thus, this situation with the company and with Nat had him fu?k?d up.


    Through Peter''s bitter and cynical ramblings, they pieced together what happened to Nat and ?ssumed the company bit. Now fully understanding why he was taking this so hard, they managed to get him to put down the whiskey and sleep before they both left.


    ~~~~~~~~


    The next morning, besides a crippling hangover, Peter had a eureka moment while he was making coffee. [Hey, T? I just thought of something: Can''t you just eat Ultron?]


    Giving a mental shrug, Toxin replied. {I would ?ssume. His probable robot drones, too. This is a great opportunity to improve your suit as you melt Ultron down to make bu??plugs out of him.} Laughing at Toxin''s joke, his hangover making him regret doing so, Peter nodded. Toxin then continued. {And by the way, a business address or something of the sort was placed under the name Alchemax yesterday.}


    The panicked hurricane that became Peter Parker that morning immediately clamored to buy all the stocks he could, which came out to almost all of them. Being the highest stockholder and being who he was, this would allow him to possibly get his hands on the gene technology. As he left his building, taking limo to Alchemax as a CEO probably should for these things, he put Toxin to the task of finding all the unique spider species he could.


    During the drive, Toxin came up with 10 or 11 spiders:


    indicoblemma lannaianum (have fun saying that)


    anelosimus eximius (have fun saying this too. Terrifying spider, by the way. Don''t google)


    Ogre-Faced Spider


    Darwin''s Bark Spider


    Wolf Spider


    Whitebanded Crab Spider


    Diving Bell Spider


    Jumping Spider


    Brazilian Wandering Spider


    Spitting Spider


    Toxin proceeded to log these according to whatever powers they could possibly give him, in the same order the spiders were listed:


    Psychic connection with spiders


    Unique, lasso like webbing structure, and a luring pheromone to give off.


    Webbing doesn''t just stick to things anymore, it sticks to things the same way the stick''em powers do.


    Normal webbing, now possible to be released organically, is incapable if being ripped or torn.


    Nightvision, ultraviolet, and infrared vision, interchangeable.


    Color change instead of simple cloaking or camouflage.


    Webbing is now waterproof, and punches, kicks, or stabs from mechanical arms now distinctly hurt more. Extra arms now barbed.


    Jumping and leg strength to astronomical levels, eyesight improved to also astronomical levels, and strategy/adaptability to situations passively improved.


    Mechanical arms punch and stab through literally anything and everything, on the level of Wolverine or higher.


    Peter smiled to himself, almost maniacally. Ultron was already fu?k?d. His presence among Alchemax officials, literally less than an hour after he all but bought the damn place, already guaranteed that he was on at least the board of directors, not to mention at least access to the gene technology to test the quality. What he did instead of simply test the thing, was to make it the same exact way Miguel O''Hara did, which he did in minutes since the base of it was already made.


    Using it differently than how it was maybe meant to, he didn''t directly zap himself with the DNA stuff, he instead filled 11 small vials with his blood. Combing through databases, he was able to input genetic codes for specific things out of the spider DNA''s Toxin found. He corked them and immediately left back to his lab.


    Downing them all like shots, he passed out immediately. When he woke up, Ultron would be fu?k?d royally.

 Chapter 20 - More Spider Than Ever

    Waking up from unconsciousness, a vague dream slipping away from his mind, Peter woke up, still passed out on the floor. His eyes shot open, which he regretted, as he slammed his eyes shut again to adjust to what he was seeing now.


    As he looked at things, information streamed through his head about any and all information he knew about it, like a refresher course, except going at all times on a loop. He attributed this to the jumping spider DNA. He heard a rambling voice in his head, shrill like if they were on helium. Tracing it a bit, he found a Daddy Long-Legs spider in the corner, its only thoughts: "WEB WEB WEB WEB LEEEEEEGSSS WEB WEB WEB WEB LEEEEEEGSSS" This, he attributed to the colony-type spider.


    Immediately asking Toxin to do a manual fix on filtering that shit out if he could, Peter went to stretch his legs and such, given that sleeping on the floor wasn''t super comfortable. His surprise was real upon leaving cracks in his floor with his feet while also accidentally catapulting himself across several rooms.


    Resolving to lock himself in a vault if anything else caught him off-guard, he almost passed out when he felt like Instagram filters were switching on and off in his vision. One second, he was seeing normally, the next he was getting the information stuff, still the next was night vision, blinding in the day time, then infrared, and then a psychedelic experience with ultraviolet. He officially said "Fuck it" and put on sunglasses, using his spider-sense to walk around, although his spider-sense was now even more accurate and helpful than it had ever been before.


    He left his office and went to Avengers Tower. Everyone there was in various states of panic. Peter didn''t even see them, instead beelining it for their gym-type area. He left the suit off, limbering up carefully before he did a handstand kick towards the punching bag. Said punching bag flew across the room and slammed against the wall. He tried the same with a punch, to far less drastic results. He also noticed something. Usually when he used a punching bag or something, it tended to be rough on his knuckles. He felt nothing this time other than the impact itself and the overall texture. It didn''t really hurt or feel like he''d get nasty splits in his knuckles from it. Grinning at this fact, he spent several hours blowing off some anger about Nat being kidnapped.


    Said anger being blown off resulted in over a dozen flat punching bags, and sand from inside them literally everywhere. When he was done he glanced around the gym and crinkled his nose a little. "I don''t like sand. It''s all coarse, and rough, and irritating. And it gets everywhere." He mused out loud, confused immediately. Where the fu?k did he get that reference from? He didn''t even know what he was referencing, just that it was a reference.


    In a room overlooking the gym, Tony was crying on the floor after Peter''s reference. Crying of laughter out of the sheer brilliance of the timing.


    Peter shrugged and brought out his suit. It felt completely different. It felt like his suit had morphed with Peter''s bulletproof yellow and black suit. At least in terms of how the suit was structured. (AN//for people who played the PS4 game, it''s the Spider Arnor Mk II. For the plebs, including me, it''s just the bulletproof suit.) The general design and color scheme were the same.


    His mechanical arms were super badass now. Each of them now had a small barb on the underside, facing back. This would allow Peter to either rip shit out with them, or keep himself anchored on something. He swung out, only to realize that his swings had far more tensile strength, and his speed of swinging was upped immensely. His webs weren''t just sticking to things, they were forming molecular connections on the fly, an almost unbreakable bond forming between his webs and whatever they stuck to.


    He had to be conscious now of how he landed on things so he didn''t cause property damage. After landing on the building, he pushed off with his legs, finding himself quickly on the building across the street without needing to swing. Raising an eyebrow, he went to the roof and simply jumped a high as he could. He was eye-level with the tip of the Empire State Building''s needle. He had jumped off a simple apartment building and gone up countless stories with a single jump!


    Nodding his head, satisfied, he went back to Avengers Tower to be met with various looks from the Avengers. Peter just shrugged. "I made some improvements, sue me. How do we get Natasha back and get back at Ultron?"


    The rest of that night was spent planning.


    The next morning, before any Avengers were in the tower, Peter snuck in. He''d been unconscious when they''d gone to Clint''s farm and when they hsd gotten Ultron''s body. Getting nailed in the head by Ultron would do that. He had awoken to the fact that Natasha was taken. He snuck in for one reason: to stop Tony Stark and Bruce Banner from creating Vision. In the comics, Vision was killed by Thanos for the Mind Stone. The body would be better off destroyed, but he wouldn''t go THAT rogue. Spreading themselves that thin was, in general, a bad idea. Especially when it came to a Mad Titan. He was just preparing for the worst case scenario. If vision was still created, great! But he won''t have the mind stone. That''s going in a tight box and into Peter''s lab forever. The signals the stones give off in the comics that lead Thanos to them would be nullified. Unless he took the Mind Stone out of the box, earth would be safe from Thanos''s wrath. At least, as far as the mind stone went. That was the only one he could really do anything about.


    The other Avengers didn''t need to like it. Doctor Strange needed to tell them that Peter''s actions had at least prolonged the universe''s snappage.


    Peter would wait for that.


    AN// Obviously, Peter wasn''t around for some of the Age of Ultron arc. I''m basically using that as my excuse for the gaps in the story. Plus, I b?r?ly remember Age of Ultron.

 Chapter 21 - Sorryyy (not a chappie)

Heya, just a quick notice, I probably won''t be updating until, at the earliest, early December. I''m waiting to afford Disney+ so I can refresh my Age of Ultron memory.

 Chapter 21 - Sokovia

    After a super tense standoff with the other Avengers, they set the argument aside in order to deal with Ultron fully and find Nat. Nat was first priority.


    ~~~~~~


    The fly over was tense, as Peter expected. He buckled down and gave them one solid reason why they shouldn''t be accusing him of wanting the Mind Stone''s power. "I stuck it in a safe that can mute the power that radiates off of it, and I generated a random password, like 90ish random letters and numbers, and set that. I legitimately don''t remember it, either." Not a lie, he did do that. But he did write the password down somewhere, just in case.


    While the rest of the Avengers had mostly untrusting faces, Tony sighed. "I understand the thing about doing what you think is right. My own bumble with that got us in the Ultron mess in the first place. If we find out we need the stone, fine. But if we don''t, we leave it there. There''s no need to use something that powerful unless absolutely necessary." With a short nod between Peter and Tony, they finally arrived in Sokovia. Peter had extensive comic knowledge, and very limited movie knowledge, but he did have the movie knowledge about what would happen to the country of Sokovia, specifically the bit where it fell to pieces. While his main objective currently was to get Nat back and kick the shit out of Ultron, he also was thinking on how he could avoid the Sokovia Accords, if he could.


    He made his way quickly to where Nat was being held. With an almost wrathful stalk, he literally ripped the cell door out of the wall. With a quick vow to tear his suit off of him when this was all said and done, he swiftly extracted her from the area and back into the main battlefield. He noticed upon landing that the Maximoff twins had changed their stance by a large margin. With basic body language analysis and a brisk jog through his memory, he recalled some vague movie memory of the twins betraying Ultron after discovering his true intentions. Peter could tell they had somewhat forgiven the transparent and obvious Tony, but they didn''t know Spider-Man was Peter Parker. That was gleaned from some of Wanda and Pietro''s off-hand comments. He shook it off and approached. "So, where''s the scrap-heap?"


    Tony shrugged. "He''s in the church. Praying to his metal god I would guess." Thor bristled a bit at that.


    "We do not speak of the god of metal." He sounded almost afraid. (AN// Just a joke, not foreshadowing) The Avengers collectively shrugged at his reaction, as Peter immediately left towards the church with Thor. They had a plan.


    Peter got there first. It was only the second time he''d seen Ultron. "Oh hey Tin Can, get a new paint job? Or are you just happy to see me?" He somersaulted down in front of Ultron.


    Ultron scoffed. "It''s called a chrome-job. Nobody is ever happy to see a spider." He swung a careless punch at Peter, as if expecting no resistance. Real surprise showed on his metal face as Peter put up his forearm, stopping it in its tracks. "Ah ah, don''t touch the merchanDISE!" He ended the sentence with a punctuated kick to the face. Ultron launched backwards into a pillar of the church, which was now cracking. Directly behind the pillar hid Thor, who quickly beaned Ultron in the side of the head with Mjolnir. Caught off-guard, Ultron staggered to the side and blasted Thor away, focused on Peter.


    Ultron let loose what amounted to a growl. Peter snickered. "What, arachnaphobic?" Launching webs to the pillars Ultron was standing between, Peter catapulted himself feet-first at Ultron. Ultron promptly side-stepped and let go a repulser blast at Peter. Peter, thinking quickly, let go of one web and swung around one of the pillars, landing a swing-kick to Ultron''s back. Ultron flew forward and buckled. As Peter landed, he strung a strand of webbing somewhat tangled around his legs and summoned Mjolnir. Since he was now using partially organic webbing, said webbing was recognized as worthy. Peter attached his web to the pommel of the hammer and used leg momentum to send Mjolnir, at blinding speed, racing into a large crowd of Ultron drones and Ultron himself. Ultron promptly flew across the city, bouncing and skipping across rooftops and the ground.


    Tossing Thor his hammer, Peter promptly set to work on disabling the inactive giant vibranium jet thing in the middle of the city. "Thor! Cover me! Anybody else nearby cover me too!" Toxin left his suit and leaked into the system, literally eating it. Peter now just had his basic suit and his spider-powers. Now done needing cover, he turned to help the others. Toxin needed the cover now. while Peter and the other Avengers decimated the ranks of Ultron drones, Ultron himself crawled out of a literal hole in the ground made by his vibranium body skidding. The instant he was out of the hole, he basically got wrecked by a Hulk-kick. Surprisingly to Hulk, it didn''t do as much as Peter''s did. Ultron wasn''t dead yet, but he was certainly disabled. That didn''t include his drones.


    A few short minutes later, Toxin returned to Peter''s suit and he got another big upgrade. A certain amount of jet propulsion was added to the back of his wrists to increase the effect of his punches, and on the backs of his heels were very small jets that could even further increase his jumping height and gliding distance. Most importantly, however, was his now all-vibranium suit.


    His suit design overall was different as well. The color scheme, dark blue and dark dull maroon, was the same, but now the spider across Spider-Man''s ?h?st went past the confines of the suit, wrapping around until the legs touched the base of the arms on his back. The spider was raised off the suit and all metal, sharp edges instead of rounded legs. It was essentially the comic book Iron Spider suit, plus the Superior Spider-Man suit, plus the Bulletproof Spider-Armor with the new color scheme. Tony, underneath the Iron Man mask, couldn''t pick up his jaw.


    Suddenly, Ultron himself slammed down onto his back in the middle of the now non-functioning church. Peter grinned and stepped forward. The rest of the Avengers were very confused. [T? Do your thing.] Receiving a terrifying cackle from Toxin, the symbiote AI leaked into the crevices of Ultron, eating his skeleton and every ounce of metal attached to it.


    Afterwards, Ultron got ate by Toxin, and Peter now had repulser blasts that could come forth from his fingertips. Toxin himself was also upgraded, improving the HUD in Peter''s mask, and improving the existing abilities of the nanotech that Toxin was in charge of.


    The Avengers initially went on guard immediately, but when Peter simply asked, "What? Everybody needs to level up sometimes" and simply walked away, they shook their heads and shrugs went around.


    No damage came to Sokovia, both of the Maximoff twins were alive, the accords that could still happen won''t be called by the country of Sokovia, and Hulk...wait, where WAS Hulk? Whatever...


    Peter got some great upgrades, but he was mildly concerned that he could attract too much of Thanos''s attention. Peter was much more powerful than he ever thought he could be, but he still had no counters to the infinity stones, which Thanos would invariably have at his disposal, or at least one or two of them.


    ~~~~~~


    Peter collapsed on his bed, fully intending on letting his body adjust to stuff, but Nat seemed to have some different ideas.


    AN// R18 next chapter as an apology for being gone so long.

 Chapter 22 - Ravenous Romanoff (18+)

    Just as Peter was about to fall asleep, his phone rang. With a groan that sounded something like "What now?" he rolled over and picked up his phone. "Hello?"


    On the other end of the line, Natasha grinned. "Hey, Mr. Parker~ I know I didn''t schedule an appointment, but do you think you could fit me in? Or maybe, fit in me?~"


    Peter gulped. ''Adjust to the sudden power increases I have, or fu?k a redhead super spy who sounds like she has a roleplay kink...option B sounds real good.'' He grinned. "It''s no problem, Miss Romanoff. I have time for one more appointment, overnight. You''re lucky it was open, or you would''ve had to be a sit-in for a different client~" He pushed a bu??on on the bottom of his nightstand to unlock his office.


    What greeted him was redheaded Natasha Romanoff in a too-tight secretary suit and obvious lingerie underneath. He gulped again, having forgotten for a bit that she was a spy who sometimes seduced people for a living. And she was good at it.


    Peter usually slept shirtless. Natasha, having a script all ready for the foreplay of innuendo leading to the main event, completely forgot it upon realizing he was already half n?k?d. She chucked her fake clipboard across the room and kicked off her heels.


    (I''M CALLING IT HERE. BEWARE YOUR EYES AND SENSIBILITIES)


    30 seconds later, she was straddling Peter, wearing nothing but her lacy black lingerie and glasses that she didn''t need. Her body was forward, pressed against him, while her head was up, p???sur? on her face as he su?k?d and nibbled along her neck. His hands found her backside and gave a very high-quality booty rub. With a very quick movement, Nat almost ripped off the top of her lingerie, tossing it aside to let her b??bs free to squish against his ?h?st.


    Rolling, Peter positioned himself on top and began administering the appetizer of the night, pinching and flicking her n?pp??s and leaving hickeys across her neck and collarbone. Moving his hands far lower, he began su?k?n? and nibbling around her n?pp??s, his hands working their way under the waistband of the lower part of her lingerie. Satisfied with the state he''d left her in up top, he dragged off her p?nt??s and affixed an imaginary bib around his neck.


    Nat was very proud of her grooming and her hygiene. A super spy needs to be able to fit in literally anything. That allure is something she was required to attain. Thusly, she was obligated to be as attractive as possible to her targets if she had to use her seduction tactics. Peter knew relatively what being a spy like that took, so he was very unsurprised to find a very shaved puss? before his eyes. He was almost disappointed in the lack of at least a landing strip, but who was he to complain? He was quick to work with his tongue, generously dragging up her slit with a small linger at what he found to be her ???t. He kept this pattern for a couple minutes until he stopped goofing off, bringing his sticky fingers to occupy her ???t while ramming his tongue into her finally.


    Nat, gripping his hair with one hand, was biting the knuckle of her other index finger, failing magnificently at quieting her m??ns. Peter kept up his ministrations until she pressed his face as far into her as she could, m??ning out his name as she came.


    With a grin, Peter dragged his tongue up her body as he moved up to kiss her panting face. She recovered quickly though, smirking. "You''ve had your fun. Now I have mine~" As superhuman as he is, he was unable to block her wrestling ability from rolling them back over so she was on top. She dragged her fingers down his chiseled ?h?st and abs, as expected from a superhuman Spider-Man, and teasingly lifted the waistband of his sweatpants with her nails. Smiling up at him, she dragged them off to be met with his c o c k, very erect and very ready for stuff to go down. She knew the human anatomy well, including how nerves in different parts of the body work. Consequently, she had the usually dominant Peter mewling and m??ning as she licked specific points on hid c o c k and su?k?d on his swelled balls as she jacked him off a little. She knew what spots to hit, so it was only a matter of time before she felt him twitch, deepthroating him down thanks to her absence of a gag reflex, and receiving his load of white, sticky ?um straight down her gullet. With a pop and a gasp, she let his c o c k free, saliva and strings of ?um connecting her to the glistening member.


    (Now I actually write the ending, *gasp*)


    Straddling him again, relishing in his shocked face but surprised at the lack of sweat on his face, she rocked her h?ps back to rub him against her tight snatch. He grinned, slightly lifting her up and then dropping her down onto him, penetrating in one go. She suppressed an almost immediate m??n, continuing to rock her h?ps up and down his shaft to meet his slow but deep thrusts upward. rolling again, he laid her on her back and webbed her wrists to the headboard of his bed, slamming into her. She was sterile, so there wasn''t an ounce of danger when he stopped thrusting after roughly 2 hours of changing positions and rough slamming to unload into her, holding her up as she was bent over. He let go of her hair and let her fall to the bed. He was mildly spent and very satisfied. She was exhausted and had ?um dripping from her quivering snatch. Peter helped her walk to the shower, where he helped her wash up and then laid her on his couch. He changed his sheets and they went to bed, spent and likely very sore in the morning.

 Chapter 23 - Close Encounters of the X-Men Kind!

    (AN//Gonna finally dip into the X-Men stuff, which means hold on tight for Storm, Kitty, and Rogue.)


    The next week after the Sokovia events were largely uneventful. While there was a definite line that the public drew at AI, damage was largely kept low thanks to the Avengers and Peter. Wanda and Pietro began training at the new Avengers HQ, proving to be very apt to learning how to do the hero shtick. They both still harbored aggressive feelings toward Parker Industries, but that''s exactly why Peter was visiting. As Spider-Man of course.


    He showed up right as the twins were sparring together. He stuck his back to the wall and watched, his arms crossed, as they simply fought, but without using their powers. Wanda, inevitably, won thanks to the flexibility that Natasha was teaching her, which Peter knew firsthand. She helped Pietro up and Peter gave a small round of applause. "Great work you two! We''ll make Avengers of you yet!" He turned to Pietro. "Try to keep your center of gravity from being too wild. That''s very easy to take advantage of if you aren''t careful." He then turned to Wanda. "Well done Wanda, but try not to fling yourself around too unpredictably, some opponents might see that as a reason to spray and pray, and innocents could be hurt by that."


    Wanda and Pietro nodded, taking the critique pretty well and accepting it. Wanda then spoke up. "I can''t read your mind, but I know enough stories of Spider-Man to know I don''t need to. But why did you really-" Peter cut her off.


    "You can''t read my mind because I have a friendly symbiote bonded to my suit as sort of AI, except not quite Artificial." He gestured to the stairwell leading up into the command deck. "Take a seat. There''s a story I need to tell and a list of truths that need revealing." They exchanged nervous glances but sat down anyway. Peter cleared his throat. "Not so long ago, Yours Truly took on a rather tyrannical approach to most things. I was almost murderous in most things. My personal life became a maze of corruption and betrayal on my part." He paused. "But at the same time it wasn''t my fault." Wanda ???ked her head a bit. "You see, my mind was taken over. You may have heard of Dr. Otto Octavius. Brilliant man. Evil man. And he now lives in my Rubix Cube keychain in my office. He took over my mind. I was forced to watch him make a mockery of my life from the backseat." Wanda frowned in pity and Pietro just looked confused. "It was only roughly a month ago that I kicked him out. Understand, the Avengers all know who I am under this mask." Wanda knit her eyebrows.


    "Why don''t we?" Pietro and Wanda both asked.


    Peter sighed. "Because it was something only I could do. And only after I revealed my...displacement." He took a breath. "Wanda, I genuinely fear what you could do to me, so I''m asking that when you see my face and match it with my name, you won''t hurt me. You don''t have to make that promise, but just remember my story." She gave a small nod and Peter turned around, his suit disappearing in symbio-nanobots. He blew a sigh and slowly turned to face them. Before either could react, an explosion sounded in the distance.


    Peter bit off his words and his suit formed again, immediately receiving a message from Tony. "Situation in Times Square, red lasers and hunks of metal are flying everywhere, check it out!" Peter nodded and swung off before latching onto the window pane and turning to the twins. "So? Are you coming or what?" He then swung off quickly.


    What greeted him was a giant metal saucer the size of a tire flying at his face. His arms swatted it aside and Peter landed in the middle of the Square, right between what looked like an angry little man in yellow and his ?ssorted...mutants...and a man in a maroon dome and his...also mutants. "Ah nuts, look what I''ve gotten myself into now." Cap showed up next to him from a skydive without a parachute and Tony touched down beside him. Clint came down via a grappling arrow and Wanda floated down next to Peter. Pietro zoomed in next to Peter on his other side moments later. The twins seemed uneasy at the revelation of Spider-Man''s identity, but they pushed that thought aside to focus on the situation at hand. "Hey! Take your arguments to a different sandbox, this one''s occupied!" Two of his symbio-metallic arms pointed to either side, accompanied by his hands pointed out at either side, repulsors or webs ready.


    What Peter didn''t expect was the side with the short yellow man to look at them with hope. It took Peter 9 nanoseconds to realize these were the X-Men. And thusly, the other side were the Brotherhood. Peter very slowly brought his arms, both mechanical and not, to face the Brotherhood. The rest of the Avengers seemed to have eventually hit the same conclusion Peter did. "Mitigate collateral damage!" Steve yelled out, as Tony flew around at a distance to avoid Magneto.


    Said domehead was trying to crush Peter''s suit, but unluckily for him, since an organic being was infused in it, he couldn''t really do anything. Peter grinned and launched a web that wrapped around Magneto''s throat, which Peter yanked to take him from the air and to Peter''s feet. He was seconds from a crushing punch downwards to end the whole shebang before a charging Sabretooth got in the way. Spider-Sense in overdrive, Peter ducked a slash and blasted Sabretooth point-blank in the ribs with his repulsor blasts from his fingers, and followed it up with a quick headkick that sloshed Sabretooth''s brain around a bit. He followed that up with a leg sweep and knee to the gut, as the X-Men and the other Avengers dealt with everyone else. Sabretooth was usually Wolverine''s job, so Wolverine just kinda watched Peter go. Sabretooth grunted and dug his claws into Peter''s th??h, not very deep thanks to the vibranium, and tossed Peter off of him. Peter shot two webs, one to a piece of rubble from a building and one to a thick streetlight. Using the streetlight as a pivot point, Peter slammed Sabretooth in the face with the chunk of rubble and and spun a bit in the air off to the side before catapulting himself into Sabretooth''s gut. He webbed him and pulled him back into a jet-assisted hook to the temple that miraculously knocked out the regenerating mutant. Peter turned around to be pushed back by a wave of electromagnetic force. He grinned, throwing a web at Magneto''s ?h?st and activating his taser web, shorting out the electromagnetic functions of his powers for a moment, long enough to nail him in the face with a horse kick. Scott Summers, Cyclopse, finished the job with an optical blast to Magneto''s side.


    Those who were taken down, Magneto, Sabretooth, and a slew of others, were taken into SHIELD custody. Mystique was still at large.

 Chapter 24 - WOOOO 200K READSSS (incentive/competition thing)

    I can''t believe how many of you fu?kers are reading this. Makes me wanna cry ;-;


    So, for this nutso milestone, I thought I would both set an incentive to hit 300k, and also give a tiny competition for this milestone.


    Competition: At some point, I''ll be trying to do something wildly different with Spidey. Probably in another 6 or so chappies. Spider-Man has rarely been a mentor. Whenever he was, it was usually to another spider-person (Miles specifically, or other folks being trained by SHIELD) So, comment on this plug-in, it''ll stay up for probably another 6 or 7 chappies, but if that''s too long or too short, call it a month, with an OC. Include whatever relevant details you want, but my main requirements is the name, powers/skills (powers not required), personality traits, and overall appearance. If you''ve got some extra to give me, go for it, anything I can make plot out of is welcome. And FYI, if your OC is female, they will NOT be put into the harem. And, most importantly, GET CREATIVE. Throw some twists at me. The more creative and imaginative your backgrounds and stuff are, the more likely I am to consider it.


    EDIT: Preferably a character at like a base level so I can actually make it believable that Peter is the mentor.


    As for the 300k incentive, if you guys can get this to 300k reads, by sharing with other fanfic readers or whatever the fu?k you guys do, by the end of February, then I''ll do a series of 18+ scenes with every character in the harem by that point, and THEN get back into the story. It''s a present to you guys, but also kinda to me.


    If you think this is cringy, that''s fine, you can have your opinions. I''m just trying to connect with my audience better and interact with you guys. Anyway, that''s it! Don''t die!

 Chapter 25 - Mutant?

    (AN// I''m expanding and altering his stingers a little. Comic book Peter actually has stingers in his forearms, but they only show up once. I''m editing that a little, both in how they are used, and in where they come out from.)


    When the whole shebang was done and through with, the Avengers and the X-Men met at the new Avengers HQ to become more familiar, and for those who had already met, catch up. Peter stood off to the side, watching and waiting to be addressed. The last time he''d seen the X-Men was well before Otto had taken over.


    It wasn''t long into the meeting when Xavier approached him, away from prying ears. Scott was busy playing leader, so everyone was paying more attention to him. Xavier cleared his throat. "I know your identity, but I will be considerate and call you by your title, Spider-Man. (AN//He''s Professor X, what do you expect?) I have a suspicion that your powers are not all what they seem."


    Peter, expecting his knowledge of his identity, took that in stride. The idea that his powers could be different, however, caught his attention. "How so? Are you saying my spider powers came from more than just a radioactive spider bite?"


    Xavier shook his head a little. "A bit more than that. I have a suspicion that the spider bite could have also been a catalyst for a recessive X-gene in your body to become dominant. Or possibly that recessive X-gene trait could be influenced to become one thing or another. What I''m saying is, for whatever reason, cerebro picked you up yesterday. That''s the main reason we''re here in the first place. I don''t know why it chose to detect you only now, maybe your X-Gene was unlocked or something."


    Peter took this in before nodding a bit. "I took a little bit of scientific liberties on myself, so I wouldn''t be surprised if it triggered a latent X-Gene." He shrugged. "In time I''ll find out what it is. People don''t need to know yet that Spider-Man is a mutant, much less his real identity." Charles nodded and left it at that.


    Peter gave an excuse to the Avengers and the girls for why he would be going with the X-Men, his purpose being fully finding what his mutant gene manifested as, and also what it was like being a mutant. He had basic knowledge, but nothing that could be gained from the personal experience. He chose to forego the webswinging and joined the X-Men aboard their jet. He kept up the suit though.


    Several of the X-Men were curious, as they hadn''t seen Spider-Man or the Avengers in many years, and Spidey was the most changed. Wolverine occasionally narrowed his eyes at the hero he respected, suspecting that something was off. Peter ignored Logan though, choosing to stand in a corner and lean against a wall. Toxin subtly ingrained himself into the jet''s functions in case anything went t?ts-up. Charles wheeled himself next to Peter and sat in silence for a moment and a half.


    "I can''t read your mind like I used to." He commented off-handedly, mildly suggesting that Peter had purposely found a way to block him out. Which he had.


    Peter chuckled. "A symbiote AI in my suit that communicates with me through my thoughts does that. I have decent fortification. Approved personnel only." Toxin separated from the suit a bit, still covering Peter''s head, and gave an "ok" hand sign and a thumbs up with another hand before going back in.


    Charles rocked back slightly in his wheelchair but recovered quickly. Wolverine in the corner nodded to himself, now understanding what was off about Peter.


    Charles and Peter ended the conversation there, while Peter strung up a hammock for himself to lay back in with his legs crossed. While he was chilling, a sudden person charging through the ceiling above him also passed through him and faceplanted on the ground under him. Said event resulted in Peter twisting himself up in his hammock looking downward at Kitty Pryde, who slowly rolled over. One of his stuck hands gave a little wave. "Uh...hi."


    She went very red-faced. "Oh, uh hi, Spider-Man. I-is that a new suit?" She was desperately trying to save face.


    Peter laughed. "It''s a couple weeks old. But yeah." One of his mechanical arms sprouted out and tore enough of the webbing away that he could extricate himself from his tangle. "What happened? Somebody spook you suddenly up there?"


    She gulped a little. "I-I uh...I slipped. Yeah, slipped." She would never admit that Nightcrawler had teleported into her room accidentally and had made her jump 6 feet in the air off of her bed and then fall through it.


    Peter shrugged. It really didn''t matter anyway. He offered a hand to help her up while two of his mechanical arms remade his hammock.


    "Well, at least you didn''t break your neck, though I can''t say the same for your nose." As he brought her up, he popped her nose back in place, all one fluid motion. He flung a web at a tissue box sitting on top of a locker and flicked it to him, offering her said tissue box to stop her bleeding nose. She winced and grunted a little in pain when he popped her nose back in, but she nodded her thanks regardless.


    A couple minutes later, Scott''s voice came on over the intercom. "We''re coming in for landing at the mansion. Hold onto something." All Peter did was shoot a web at the wall and hold it. He and Kitty had been doing the small-talk shtick, so she just grabbed onto his web after he shot it. He turned to her. "Good luck getting that unstuck from you." He joked, but only halfway. Whether it stuck to her or not was his choice. Until they landed, he kept her stuck to it.


    They landed successfully, so Peter disengaged the stick ''em powers of his web before they all got off the jet. His room was situated across the hall from Beast''s lab. Very happy with where his room was, Peter did a little decorating, making aesthetically pleasing webs around the room to fit his theme.


    Rogue''s room was next door, in an effort to have her closer to the lab as a fix to her current lack of control was being worked on. Kitty''s room was a floor above but directly over his.


    Peter decided to go check out the lab, curious to see what technology they had access to.

 Chapter 26 - So uhhh

    I apologize that a new chapter hasn''t come out. I was really sick for like a week and I got put wayyyyy behind in my college classes. I''m getting a new ??ptop at some point though, so I should have more opportunities to really grind on one. I did start the new chapter, but I haven''t been able to get much done on it. When I finish it, I''ll just replace this notice with the chapter.

 Chapter 27 - Hey guys (not a chappie yet)

    Hey guys! I''m still working on the chapter, but I got hit with the bug to do another Marvel story. I''m mildly worried about how I''ll juggle that, but Imma feckin try. I got a new ??ptop today, so maybe that will help. The new story will be the classic Gamer story, but I''ll be trying add my own tweaks and twists and turns. That will also be a harem, only of probably 4 or 5, but they''ll be my personal favorite Marvel ladies. I promise it''ll be good lol. Input is wanted for the Mc''s name, and I also just want you guys to check it out. MC there will be more anti-hero than anything. Adverse to killing, but if necessary he will. Tryna make him different like that. Anyway! Let me know what you guys think! I''ll try to get the next chapter for this out within the next week or two, but I know myself too well to promise that.


    See you guys! Stay weird.

 Chapter 28 - This sucks

    I''m really sorry to say, but I may have to drop this. Maybe I''ll reboot it in the future, redo it or something, but as it is now, I wrote myself into a corner that I don''t how to fix. I''m probably just gonna drop until I have enough time and energy to rewrite it. HOWEVER, if you''re a fan of this book, you should check out my other stuff! I started another Marvel Fanfic a week or so ago, but this time, the mc is me! And it''s a gamer fanfic! I also just tonight published an almost 2,000 word first chapter of my first adventure outside of comic book fanfic with the mc also being me, but he got slapped with the SAO brand this time! Check them out if you want, or stick around for news on this story''s rewrite if I''m able to do it. I''ll release an update here if I do find the energy to rewrite. Stay weird folks!

 Chapter 29 - OK Rewrite time

    Ok so, in the midst of D&D, my dad having COVID, and just the lockdown in general, I had a few ideas on what the rewrite may look like.


    Firstly: Starting from where Spidey was already extremely established, I was doomed from the getgo. I totally ignored the actual sequence of events in the comics pertaining to Ock''s life as Peter, it was just all wrong.


    Second: I had a few ideas on how I could get through the X-Men part here.


    So there''s 2 choices: I can rewrite from the spider bite and on, and say the self-insert or whatever was transferred via the bite, OR I can keep going with what I have and just do a little editing and retconning and move on with what I think might work with the X-Men. If I rewrite altogether, the harem will for the most part remain the same, but possibly with a few tweaks, considering he would be an entirely different person for the majority of his life following the bite.


    Edit: It''s Monday for me now, the deadline for what you guys want it probably gonna be about Wednesday.


    Edit 2: I lied, Imma do the rewrite in like 5 minutes. I have ideas and shit burning holes in my brain, and I need to strike while the iron''s hot. I''ll post a chappie here to let y''all know when it''s up and I''ll put the title of it here.

 Chapter 30 - Rewrite is a go

    Aight, so I''m striking while the iron is hot. New story is up, including a poll for harem members and his first homemade suit. Whichever suit wins will become the current story cover. The story is called "Spider-Man: Genesis"


    Just to re-state, this is now dropped. The rewrite, "Spider-Man: Genesis" is up and 6 chapters are up. Go see that, nothing new is happening for this particular version. Read it if you want to, I guess, but nothing will be added to it. Some ideas will still make it into the new story though.