Spider-Man One-Shots

by 277fragkiller

Summary:

A set of One shot stories involving Peter Parker/ Spider-Man

Chapter 1: The Spider-Queen (Adriana Soria)

Our friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man was swinging aimlessly through the city of New York.

Normally he would be on patrol and on the look out for some crimes to stop, but something felt... off today for Peter Parker the identity of Spider-Man.

It had been a few weeks since the incident, Adriana Soria the so called Spider-Queen had nearly taken over the city with her army of spider thralls.

Turning most of the people in the city to anthropomorphic spider creatures, which she was able to control, allowed her power of controlling the 'insect gene' in people to increase.

Thankfully they were able to put a stop to it but Peter had his doubts over the woman's fate. She had transformed into a giant spider monster and was inevitably defeated, but Peter remembers when they first met and was forcibly transformed into a spider monster as-well.

He died due to the rapid transformation but he emerged from the husk of body renewed and with some new abilities to boot, so he wasn't completely convinced that she had met a permanent fate.

Peter didn't really know much of her past and after their first encounter he wasn't able to get the information from Captain America who kept saying, 'it doesn't matter now son.' Or 'that's classified information.'

It really annoyed Peter because she was essentially able to control him with ease, and trying to fight her proved to be a difficult task.

Thankfully he was able to find out about her past, burning some bridges with the avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D in the process, but he wasn't really the most favoured person to them so it was no skin if his back.

And what he learned about her past made Peter feel sorry for her. She joined in the military to aid in the war front and later was recruited into the resumed super soldier project. She gave her all for the cause she firmly and whole heartedly believes in and was willing to do anything, so much so that she was tasked with other recruits to absorb large amounts of radiation.

What really angered him about this was the revelation that the recruits were not informed of this and were just instructed to stand within the desert limit.

To Peters knowledge Soria was the only survivor, and soon became insane due to the enormous stress. She was then imprisoned in an asylum and the project was deemed a failure, meaning her and everyone's sacrifice amounted to nothing, and she was simply discarded away as her latent powers did not emerge immediately.

Years had passed her by before she broke free from the asylum and kidnapped the doctor in charge of the project that gave her her new powers.

She remained hidden underground growing in strength and developing her powers before she re-emerged and thus there meeting.

Peter remembers the moment she had managed to gain control over him, she had subdued him with some kind of sonic screech and restrained him. While he was still weakened from her attack she removed the bottom part of his mask and... kissed him.

She was able to control those who possessed the so called 'insect gene' that apparently exists within one third of the population, so she was able to have certain control over him but the kiss was so she could transfer the mutagenic enzyme in her saliva to him to begin the transformation.

Thinking back on that kiss Peter would want to say that he shudders at its thought and he hated it but... he didn't. Something felt... right about it, maybe it was because of her control over him but he wasn't sure.

Coming to a stop atop one of New York's many skyscrapers Peter lands striking his signature pose, deciding to clear his head before getting involved in the next crime occurs, which was proving to be a difficult task at the moment.

"She's gone. She has to be. Her body was destroyed after everyone joined up and attacked her." Peter kept saying to himself but deep inside he didn't believe it.

"C'mon Peter get your head in the game. Stop thinking about it, she's dead, there's no reason to keep going on about it."

Suddenly Peter gets a feeling in his chest and his head starts to pound a little, this was different to his spider sense which warned him of immediate danger, it was just a strange feeling. Like something was calling out to him, but inside his head.

Grabbing the side of his head Peter looks off, seemingly like a homing beacon zoning in on the direction were he felt he needed to go, unaware of what was happening.

Jumping off towards his unknown destination he swings from building to building getting faster with each web line he fires.

Peter continued to swing towards whatever it was that was drawing him in still unaware of what was causing it in the first place, but still ready for action if this was some work of a villain.

Landing somewhere in downtown Manhattan Peter observes an old rundown warehouse, one that he doesn't recognise being used from any villain he's faced thus far.

Feeling this pull that draws him in closer and closer Peter approaches with caution but with an unnerving calmness that is confusing him.

Crawling through the roof, it is evident that this warehouse was all but abandoned and hadn't been in use for a while, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that someone else was here and were responsible for this feeling welling up inside him.

Slowly descending from his web line Peter reaches the ground having not seen or heard anything out of the ordinary, but whatever was drawing him here had yet to be found and the sensation he had felt before was greatly increased now that he was inside.

"So, you finally arrived." Said a female voice in the darkness in an almost pleasant tone.

"And so soon after I had called out to you as well. My, my, you must have been dying to get here quickly." The voice continues, giggling a little at the end.

"Who are and why did you bring me here? Show yourself." Peter questioned, then demanded of the unknown person.

"Ohhh, I'm almost hurt you don't already know who I am. After all, I know I've been on your mind lately." The voice responded.

"What?" Peter said dumbfounded.

"Please. I know your smarter than that dear, there's no need in denying what you already know." The voice said, almost sounding as if it were getting closer.

"Seriously, I don't know. The only person who's been on my mind has been..." Peter begins to say, before realising who he was speaking to.

"See. I told you you already knew." She says, laughing lightly at the sudden silence as he realises who she is.

"The Spider-Queen. Adriana Soria." Peter says surprising.

As he stood there Peter did not notice the pair of arms make there way around the back of his neck and joining together with her hands resting neatly on his chest.

"Awww, you even remembered my name. I'm touched. Really." Adriana says into his ear playfully.

Startled at the sudden close contact the two had, Peter ducks under her arms and jumps to a safe distance away to prepare for a fight.

"There's no need to be afraid. I won't hurt you. Promise." She says stoically, but almost like she was pleading.

"What do you mean I don't have to be afraid. The last time I saw you, you had almost taken over the city and turned the people into hideous spider monsters before we beat you. And on that how is it your alive by the way?" Peter responds sarcastically.

"That is something I don't know myself, I presume I had moulted similarly to how you did. But I don't remember emerging from my husk. After that I fled." She tells him honestly.

Peter looks at her, the confusion on his face being hidden by the mask he wears, trying to figure out how she survived, and how to take her down.

"Anyway, that is in past. I wish to focus on my future. Or rather OUR future." She says pressingly.

This catches Peter by surprise. 'What does she mean our future? WE don't have a future, unless it's I capture you, you break out and repeat.'

Giggling slightly Adriana speaks again with a smile on her face. "I can see why your confused. Allow me to explain, it has been some time since I truly cared for someone, the last time was with Captain America, but we weren't a good match. However you and I, well, I had already chose you as my mate when we first met." She begins.

"I wanted revenge and control, that way no one would have to face the horrors I had, instead we would live together in harmony. But since having moulted, my mind has cleared, and the instability within my mind has vanished. I wanted to leave but couldn't, not without you. That's why I called you here, I reached out with my powers to call to you specifically." She continued, her face going through a range of emotion as she told him her side of things.

"Why. What do you want with me?" Peter demands to know.

"Do I have to spell it out for you. I want you, I want you to come with me, and be together." She replied with a small blush across her cheeks.

Peter was completely stunned by what she had said and was starting to show a small pink on his cheeks to, he was so grateful he wore a mask.

"I think there's still some crazy in there." Peter said, trying not to sound flustered at her weird confession if he can really call it that.

"I'm not crazy." She said sternly, offended by his insult. "Can't you see that we were destined for each other, the day we crossed paths was fates hand guiding us together. Only I was lost in my own mind." She continued.

Peter was internally scratching his head at what she had just said. 'Seriously, she thinks that she doesn't sound crazy. I mean come on already.' He thought.

"I don't know what your playing at, but if your looking for a fight, I'm more than ready to settle things right here." He said sounding tough whilst gearing up for a fight.

"No games. I'm being serious, I don't want to fight you. Not anymore." She said almost sounding saddened at his apprehension.

"Perhaps you are just not ready to accept me and these feelings." She continued while turning away from him.

"But you will see, some day. Soon, I hope." She finishes quietly as she walks away into the shadows, concealed by the darkness.

Standing at the ready in case this was some sort of trap, or that she may try and get the drop on him Peter is left alone in the warehouse.

Not wanting to give her a chance to do anything to him, he leaves through the same way he entered and shoots off a web line to start swinging back into the city and away from the warehouse, as far as possible he can get.

"Geez. What the hell was that all about? She shows up and tries to turn me into a spider monster, then she tries to turn all of New York into spider monsters, and now she just wants what... to date me?" Peter exasperated to himself.

"Man. I have got some crazy insane villains. Lucky me." He says un-ironically.

Peter swung off back into the city taking down crime wherever he saw it, forgetting about the encounter he had with Adriana.

Months Later

Peter was better worse for ware at the moment as he was currently facing down the sinister six, consisting of; Doc Ock, Rhino, Scorpion, Vulture, Kraven and Electro.

His suit was ripped and one of the lenses of his mask was cracked, Kraven lured him into his traps wearing and slowing him down, Rhino trampled over him, Scorpion sprayed him with the acid in his tail, Vulture grabbed him and brought him into the air dropping him to get electrocuted into the ground by electro and Doc Ock restrained him with his mechanical arms holding him up in front of the others.

"This is the end for you bug." Ock said as he and the rest of the six had evil smirks across their faces.

"Don't... suppose... we can... talk this out." Spider-Man said weakly, trying to muster enough strength to break free.

"Unless its for you to say your goodbyes, we don't want to hear it." Ock said as he chuckled, knowing that his greatest threat is finally about to be dealt with.

Suddenly a car was thrown at the group of villains knocking them away and releasing Spider-Man from Ocks grasp.

The villains had recovered quickly but were now on guard with Spider-Man being freed and the arrival of someone else. Looking around none of the villains or Spider-Man could see who could have possibly thrown the car.

Vulture and Electro took to the skies to get an aerial view and having the advantage in mid-air, Kraven tried to sniff out the scent of the mystery person but was unable to trace it.

Ock meanwhile started yelling for the person to come out and face them, with Rhino and Scorpion behind him ready for action.

Spider-Man had gotten himself back on his feet as his villains scrambled to figure out who interfered with their final revenge.

'Who could've thrown that car? There's no one around. Maybe someone threw it with their mind.' Peter was trying to figure out who had just saved his life and began running through the telekinetic hero's he knew of.

Unfortunately the only people he could think of were members of the x-men and he knew they weren't in the city.

'Then who could've-' Peters thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of his saviour.

"Hello again, my dear." Adriana says arriving behind him.

"What... what are you doing here?" Peter asks surprised at her appearance.

"Well I couldn't just stand by and watch my beloved die now could I." She says as she offers him her hand.

Peter ignores her gesture and slowly gets up on his own, groaning and hissing as parts of his body are in pain and ache as he tries to stand again.

"I... didn't need your help." Peter breathes out. "And I wasn't going to die, I had everything under control." He says knowing that he totally didn't.

A loud rumble takes there attention back to the villains as they have regrouped and are approaching them.

"Who's this? Another spider we need to squash." Says Doc Ock leading the six.

This infuriates the Queen and she takes the lead and stands in front of Peter, almost as if she was shielding him, and faces the villains.

"How dare you attacked my beloved. You'll pay for your insolence." Adriana says before she lets out a sonic screech that knocks the villains back and takes Kraven, vulture and electro to the ground.

'Was that always that powerful, or did she get some power up like I did.' Peter wondered to himself, seeing her screech is amped up from before.

Rhino, who had remained standing, begins to charge at her intending to either skewer her with his horn or to simply trample over her like her did with Spider-Man.

Soria had anticipated his attack and dodged him as he ran by her, utilising her own superior strength she was able to punch Rhino in the jaw, jostling his brain and sending him to the side where he lay unconscious. She may not have the same level of strength that Spider-Man has but she was more than willing to give her attack full force.

Otto and the rest of the villains watched in shock as the physically imposing Rhino was taken out by a single punch by this unknown female.

Not wasting anymore time the villains charge forward ready to fight, scorpion charges forward ahead of the others readying his tail to spray acid at her.

Suddenly he comes to a stop his suit unmoving, as he wonders what could possibly be going on he finds himself starting to float.

This catches the eye of everyone present putting a stop to the villains charge as they watch Gargan float in the air.

Soria using her telekinetic powers lifts up Gargan in his suit and tosses him back into the other villains. Seeing him coming the others dodge the incoming ally and watch as he tumbles down the street before coming to a stop by crashing into wall.

Electro and Vulture take to the air to gain an aerial advantage while Kraven and Otto resume charging forward. Soria stands her ground and readys to counterattack, first she utilises her sonic screech to hit Electro and Vulture causing them to fall to the ground holding their heads in pain.

Kraven prepares to engage with her, readying his knife so can slash at her when he gets close enough, hoping that she would be on the back foot allowing him to press his attack and catch her on a misstep.

Otto meanwhile has disengaged from the woman and resumes his charge at the one who he wants, Spider-Man. His metal claws slamming into the ground with great force causing them to crack with each strike.

Peter stands up weakly, his legs feel like jelly beneath him and at any moment he thinks he will just fall back down, and sees Otto approach with a menacing smirk on his face.

Just as Otto is about to reach him a screech courtesy of the spider Queen sends him reeling, Peter turns to see that Kraven has stopped moving, almost frozen in place.

"What... what happened to Kraven?" Peter asks curiously.

"As it turns out my love, he possesses the insect gene and anyone who has this gene is under my control, the only exception being you who has an incredibly strong will to resist my influence." She tells him, which was surprising to know.

Peter gathers his strength and webs Kraven up by catching him in by a web line and throwing him against a wall to completely trap him in his webs.

Electro and Vulture slowly get back up from their attack as the pain in their head subsides, this doesn't go unnoticed by Peter who tries to keep them pinned down with some webs.

Vultures wings get hit making it unable for him to fly away but electro was able to destroy the webs with his electricity prompting him to take to the air and siphon the electrical power from the power lines, giving him a boost of strength.

Currently Peter was staring down a now slightly empowered Electro and Adriana was facing a very irked Otto who was barraged by sonic screech's and objects being thrown at him.

Soria knew it wouldn't take long for the deranged doc to fall over, with her constant sonic blasts he was unable to think straight and couldn't keep control of his mechanical arms this allowed her to throw anything close to her at him as a projectile, slowly wearing him down before he would be dealt a blow to be taken out.

However, what worried her was Electro, his increase of power was going to put Peter at a disadvantage and his injuries were not helping either. She needed to finish Ock now and aid her beloved.

With a final powerful screech Otto was overwhelmed with the pain and his consciousness faded leaving him slumped over as blood ran from his ears and nose.

Electro had been throwing blast after blast of electric strikes at Spider-Man who was thankfully still able to dodge them by the skin of his teeth, his spider-sense was working overtime to keep him out of danger.

Peter wasn't sure how he was going to deal with Electro, normally he would use water to short out his powers but he was nowhere near a water source like a fire hydrant or a water tower. Also his injuries were preventing from taking the battle to the sky, even though that was Electros advantage, he couldn't attempt to fight him hand to hand if he tried.

Thankfully he wasn't alone, although he still had his reservations about her Adriana proved to be a commendable ally for him, taking down Rhino, Scorpion and Otto was impressive to say the least and he was able to web down Vulture and Kraven thanks to her too. Heck he might not even be here if she just never showed to begin with.

Calling out to her, Peter asks for her help in taking down the last villain of the sinister six. "Hey, I could use a little help over here." He shouted.

She was already aware of the threat Electro posed to her chosen mate but to hear him call for her gave her a warm feeling inside, like he was finally coming around to accepting her and she couldn't help the small smile she had presented on her face.

Running towards to fight Soria was ready to use her sonic screech but Peters call to her drew Electros attention away and being weary of her attack he fires an electric blast towards her.

The blast makes contact with ground right in front of her and the shockwave pushes her back, she recovers quite quickly and goes to launch an attack... only to find no sound to escape her mouth.

This shocks her, and as she tries to speak her throat and voice are raspy, the shockwave caused some trauma to her throat and now she's unable to use her screech to assist in the fight.

Peter having seen her take the attack Electro sent her way grew worried for her, a feeling he never thought he'd have for her, and swings over to check on her.

"Hey you alright?" He asked concerned.

Not wanting to exasperate her throat Adriana just points to her throat, Peter instantly recognised what she was trying to tell him, she wasn't able to speak, whether temporary or not he wasn't sure but he was going to find out. Once he gave Electro one he'll of a beat down.

Slightly enraged Peter webs a nearby mailbox and swings it towards Electro who blasts it before it could make contact.

"Is that all you've got bug." Electro calls out maniacally before noticing that Spider-Man is no longer stood where he was.

Looking around Electro was unable to find the wall crawler he wasn't attached to any buildings and he wasn't on the ground.

"Hiding isn't going to do you much good. What? Are you too chicken to come out and face me? Afraid to get zapped bug?" Electro tries to taunt him.

"Afraid of you? Please, there's nothing scary about an overcharged battery." Spider-Man calls out from an unknown place.

Suddenly Spider-Man drops out of the sky right above Electro with a webbed up fist cocked back and ready to deliver a hard punch to Electros stupid face.

After he threw the mailbox Spider-Man swung to a nearby building and began to run up it, as he reached the top he propelled himself upwards gaining a lot of height to get the literal drop on him.

Falling faster and faster Peter reaches Electro and delivers that hard hitting punch to knock the villain down and out cold, the remnants of his electrical power fizzling away and a nice cozy web blanket to keep him down.

Taking a quick breath now that the last of the sinister six was down Peter approaches a kneeling Soria who was still holding her throat trying to sooth it enough to speak, but she was still able to watch as her beloved fought for her and took down his foe in a... captivating way.

She continued to watch as he approached her, his beaten body barely able to keep him up and a likely exhausted mind still remaining conscious. Her heart beat quickened and she felt quite flushed.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, not knowing if her injury had recovered any yet for her to at least speak to him.

Not wanting to irritate her voice Soria just nodded affirmatively relieving his worries over her health, which was still a surprise to him to say the least but as he got closer to her he felt a certain... pull to her. He couldn't explain it properly, he just felt it deep inside himself.

Helping her to her feet Peter swung away with her, him holding her by her waist as her arms were wrapped around his neck. It was comforting for the both of them and as he continued to swing she rested her head on his shoulder, relaxing into him as a peaceful air started to appear over them.

Several Months Later

Peter and Adriana had gotten much closer after their encounter with the sinister six, it seemed that she was telling the truth all those months ago when he first saw her, she had changed.

It was a difficult process to say the least her actions before painted her as a dangerous villain who if discovered to be alive would be incarcerated or worse, killed... again.

He hid her, kept her secret from everyone else, she was opposed to the idea as she wanted to be close to him and with him at almost all hours of the day but he was able to convince her otherwise.

He revealed his identity to her although she already knew it thanks to being connected to the web of life and being partnered with Miles Warren AKA The Jackal who had previously cloned Peter and used his clone Kaine in the Spider island incident, but she appreciated the gesture as a sign of trust.

Eventually he did end up revealing her existence to the others, much to their shock and extreme protest of her 'arrangements' thus far which earned him some ire from other hero's including Captain America who had his own personal history with her.

But he was adamant about her change of heart and vouched for her several times, going against the wishes of the Avengers, X-men, defenders, other hero's and groups, those in his personal life who knew of his dual identity and especially Madame Web Julia Carpenter.

But he stayed with her through it all being her sole supporter and eventually starting a relationship with her. It wasn't a total shock for him but when she suddenly felt a surge of emotion and kissed him with a fiery passion he gave in quick and things went from there.

"Thank you. For always believing in me. Even though I've done so much to hurt you and the city." She thanked him sincerely.

"It's no problem, I chose to believe you changed even if the others didn't. You saved me and I'm grateful for that." He replied honestly.

Kissing him lightly Adriana lays her head on his chest as both of them adjust themselves to be comfortable on his bed.

Wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, Peter and Adriana close their eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, her arm resting above her stomach as she runs smooth circles over it.

"So, thought of any names yet?" She asked.

"I'm not sure. If it's a girl I want to name her after my Aunt, if it's a boy then my Uncle. That ok with you?"

"Yeah. Sounds wonderful, our baby will be beautiful either way."

Chapter 2: Veranke (The Skrull Queen)

It had been a long day for the Avengers as they had just finished dealing with some Hydra members who were trying to make some new weapon.

Thankfully the weapon wasn't functional and after they were defeated the weapon and any future plans for its use were destroyed before they left.

Peter was exhausted and wanted to just lay back and relax, Avengers work was far different than the work he did for the city not that that wasn't important too but he dealt with his own villains who had very simple plans with a few exceptions who were a bit more devious.

However he was worried more so for his work wife Spider-Woman or Jessica Drew, she seemed really out of it lately and he was worried something was wrong with her. Initially he thought it was from having to deal with Hydra but it went beyond their recently completed mission.

"Hey Jess." He called to her as she was leaving.

"What?" She replied quite fiercely, making Peter flinch a little at her tone.

"It's just... I'm worried about you. You've been... out of it recently and I just wanted to see if... I don't know... you wanna talk or something." He tried to explain sheepishly.

"Talk? To you? Pfft yea right, but I'll pass thank you." She replied condescendingly as she turned her back and began to walk away from him.

Peter was left confused and honestly a bit hurt by what she said but decided to leave things as they were and left the tower to return to his apartment.

Unknowingly to Peter and the rest of the Avengers Jessica wasn't really Jessica, it was actually Veranke the Skrull Queen who had infiltrated the team by impersonating Jessica in order to begin her invasion and take over the Earth.

Taking out a communication device Veranke contacted her forces on the ship outside the Earths orbit to deliver information to her soldiers.

"Infiltration of the Avengers team has been successful. No one suspects that Spider-Woman has been replaced. Orders for the invasion will be arriving soon, stay vigilant. This planet will be ours." She says before deactivating the communicator and hiding it in her room.

A few days later

The heroes were taking some down time and decided to have a little fun. Wolverine, Ben Grimm, Luke Cage and Danny Rand were gathered round the Poker table with a silent Spider-Man and an imposter spider-Woman joining them.

"What's wrong webs? Not like you to be so quiet." The Thing asked while looking at a visibly down spidey.

"Hmm, oh it's nothing Ben it's just... huh, I broke up with my girlfriend so I'm not feelin' the best right now." Peter says sadly.

"Sorry to hear that buddy." Ben says while looking at his cards again.

"Eh whaddy gonna do bub." Said Wolverine after taking a drink from his beer.

"I dunno. I thought we could make it work this time." Spidey said sadly.

Throwing his cards on the table Peter gets up from the table to get breather on the outside balcony.

Veranke watches this, perplexed by his actions. She didn't know the man under the mask, she thought that with the names Spider-Man and Spider-Woman that they were married or at least a couple, but that wasn't the case.

What she was able to gather was that apparently this man was quite emotional and prone to some misfortune and when that happened he appeared to be in a kind of dreary mood and go into a slump for a while before bouncing back.

She initially passed it over but couldn't help but admire his resolve and determination. No matter how bad things got Spider-Man always pulled through in the end, and from Jessica's memories he seemed quite reliable even though most of the team hadn't the best opinion of him.

Excusing herself from the table Veranke approaches Peter from behind before taking position by his side.

"So, what's eaten you up web-head?" She asked trying to stay in character.

"It's just... we tried over and over again to make things work out between us... but she... she doesn't like the kind of relationship we have so, she ended things." He says, his voice breaking throughout with tears beginning to fall but were hidden by his mask.

Veranke was surprised to see him break down this much over a little broken heart. He faced deadly villains almost everyday and keeps his head up but one woman was able to bring him to tears.

For reasons unknown she felt like she should find out who this woman was and give her a little 'chat', searching her memories her best guess was this Mary Jane Watson but she couldn't be sure, after all Spider-Man had a relationship with Black Cat too.

"Aww I wouldn't worry about it too much, she doesn't know what she's missing." She says a bit flirtatiously to mess with him.

"You really think so?"

Laughing a little at his question Veranke nudges his arm and reassures him with a smile before gesturing to go back to the table.

"Thanks Jess. That means a lot to me." He says sincerely as he brings her in for a quick hug surprising her.

Veranke was shocked by this, she believed that due to their names that they were close but she was wrong about that, and from her memories they didn't share that close of a bond either so this display of affection was unexpected.

Peter separated from her and went back inside, Veranke however was still stood there confused by his embrace. Although it was quick she felt warmed by him and she felt a slight blush on her cheeks.

Shaking herself from her dazed state Veranke makes her way back inside as well, but for the remainder of the night she couldn't help but take quick glances at Spider-Man when he wasn't looking.

He seemed to be doing much better and was back to his old self, laughing, making jokes that really no one found funny although she did her best to hide the few laughs that he was able to bring out of her and just being his jovial self, and she was smiling at his turn of attitude.

The night ended uneventfully and everyone retired to their own residences, Wolverine, Luke, Danny and The Thing returned to their own homes. Peter left to go on Patrol for a while before he went back to his own apartment while Veranke went to her room in the Avengers tower.

With nothing to report she went to bed but found her thoughts drifting to Spider-Man and his joyous nature. She found it endearing and when she finally drifted off her dreams continued to focus on him and she had a smile throughout the night, something that she hasn't had for a long time.

Inside Verankes dream

Veranke was stood over the remnants of New York, fallen heroes lay at her feet as throngs of Skrulls have made the planet theirs, the invasion a success.

Suddenly a scream from a familiar voice catches her attention. "I TRUSTED YOU!" Comes the voice of Spider-Man, suit and mask torn and bleeding from wounds all across his body.

She couldn't see his face but she knew he was angry with her and more than likely had tears in his eyes. Betrayal and sadness was evident in his voice coming together to create a whole new level of hurt for him.

"Why? Why did you do this. Jess was my friend and you... you tricked me. Tricked everyone." He yells at her.

Before she could even speak he is suddenly shot in the back by a laser courtesy of another Skrull soldier, his body falling and hitting the ground groaning in pain by what felt like fire and acid burning his back severely.

"Die human, this planet belongs to us now." The Skrull soldier gloats as he approaches the downed spidey.

"ENOUGH!" Veranke finally yells out after her initial horror.

She quickly approaches Spider-Man and kneels down beside him, lowering her head to get a good look at his face, but she cannot clearly see it due to having never seen it before.

"H-how... could you?" He barely breathes out, his breathing raspy and weak as he slowly fades out.

"I-I'm sorry... so so sorry. We just needed a home." She tells him, tears falling down her green cheeks.

As his eyes close and he breathes his last breath Veranke reaches down and caresses his face, bringing his body closer as she lays him across her lap staring down at the now lifeless face of Spider-Man.

Her tears fall faster and the drops land on him, crying out in grief as he fades away.

Awaking in a cold sweat Veranke breathes heavily, her heart racing in her chest almost as if it were going to burst from her chest, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Wiping them away she repeated says to herself, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." With the nightmare she just experienced she was unable to properly fall back asleep, too afraid of reliving the experience.

The next day

Veranke emerged from her room still looking like Spider-Woman, yawning as she left due to not having slept anymore since her nightmare about Spider-Man. She wondered throughout the night why it had affected her so much and even now she didn't have an answer.

Walking through the halls of the Avengers tower she still tried to come up for any reason why she felt so sad over her dream, more so why did Spider-Man play such a big part in it. They haven't had that much interaction since she infiltrated their ranks, and it was only the previous night when she actually spoke to him nicely.

Drawing a blank on what could possibly be the reason for her unsettledness Veranke wants to confront Spider-Man about it, so she decides that she'll take to the streets and search for him and try to get closer to him.

Heading for one of the hangers inside the tower Veranke leaps off the edge of the building utilising Spider-Woman's gliding ability to slowly descend into the city below.

She decided to head to one of the many hotspots in the city hoping to find Spider-Man in the middle of stopping a crime.

Searching the area as she descended, Veranke couldn't find the red and blue Spider-Man anywhere. She thought about calling him with their avengers ID but examining Jessica's memories, she and Spider-Man didn't have a very deep relationship and weren't very personal with each other.

Resigning herself to acting alone in this endeavour Veranke begins the tremendous task of finding him.

Dropping from her glide she uses the web shooters Jessica kept in her room to traverse the rest of the cityscape looking for the one who has preoccupied her thoughts recently. Any sign of him will help her track him down, although no apparent signs of major crimes have taken her notice she recalls him acting primarily through the Chinatown district, perhaps he lived close by.

Meanwhile Peter had been swinging around on the look out for any crimes to stop, he had stopped a car chase, a few muggers and an attempted robbery. All in all it was a pretty slow day for him, no supervillains causing any problems and he wasn't being called away for an Avengers business.

He was feeling a lot better after his breakup thanks to Jessica, she really pulled through for him last night. He didn't expect that from her, he tried many times to connect with her but she didn't seem all that interested, so when she suddenly got all friendly and consoled him it was a pleasant surprise.

Perhaps he could return the favour some time, he knew she was acting strangely from their mission to stop Hydra but she brushed him off, to put it lightly, so maybe he was asking at the wrong time. If she was upset or something from dealing with them asking her right after they got back probably wasn't the best time to bring it up.

Sighing to himself at how inconsiderate he must have sounded then Peter refocuses himself to his web swinging remembering all the times he swung absentmindedly and ended up crashing into stuff.

Perching on top of a nearby building Peter skulks out the area just waiting for anything to happen. 'It's gotten quiet. Too quiet. If my Parker luck is working then something major is about to happen.' He thinks to himself.

Surprisingly enough nothing happened, but just before he can leap off into the city he hears the sound of something landing behind him, it mustn't be dangerous otherwise his spider sense should have alerted him to it.

Turning around he is greeted by the sight of the one and only Spider-Woman, Jessica Drew, dressed in her yellow and red suit with the mask covering the top half of her face.

Although she couldn't see it he was smiling under his mask at seeing her, this was probably a good time to apologise for prying.

"Hey Jess. What brings you to this part of town?" He asks cheerfully.

"Nothing much, was just in the area when I saw a familiar face and decided to say hello." She replied.

'Just in the area? Avengers tower is a bit away, and most of you guys don't really take to street level crimes.' Peter wonders.

"Oh, well it's nice to see you too." He says, standing up to approach her.

"Yea, nice to see you too web head." She said not too convincingly.

Sensing the tone of her voice Peter decides to go forward with his apology from the other day. "Listen Jess, I'm sorry if I was being nosey or anything. I was just worried about you and wanted to make sure you're alright."

Raising her eyes in confusion Veranke stares at him silently when she remembers how she brushed him off, realising that it made her seem like she was mad at him.

"No no no, it wasn't your fault, I overreacted ok. You don't need to apologise, actually I should apologise for that night. I was a little harsh to you and... you didn't deserve that." She said meekly.

"Jess. Why are you really here?" He asked bluntly.

"W-what, what do you mean? I already told you." She replies staggeringly.

"You guys don't take on street level crimes, I never see anyone outside the tower. And speaking of which, the tower is nowhere near close by, so how could you be in the area?" Peter says knowingly.

Looking down in defeat Veranke realises that he knows more about how the Avengers really work, and won't be able to fool him easily. She decides that she should just admit why she was really out here looking for him.

"You're right. I was... looking for you." She says hesitantly.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"It's just... I don't know. There's something about you I don't understand. And I'm trying to figure you out but, you're such a mystery to me, to everyone."

"Well we don't really hang out all that much. And the whole secret identity thing probably doesn't help much."

"Well. What about now?" She asked.

"What about now?" He repeated.

"How about we hang out now. I'm not doing anything right now." She offered.

Thinking on her offer for a bit Peter is wondering why the sudden change, it couldn't be from the other night they just went past that. Maybe she was genuinely interested in getting to know him, it certainly was a better change if that was the case.

"Alright, but keep up." He says as he jumps off the building, firing a web line to swing through the air.

Startled by his answer and his sudden disappearance Veranke rushes after him firing a web line right behind him.

Swinging together through the air, as the wind rushes by them, Veranke notices how fluidly he swings through the city, thankfully her memories from Jessica allowed her to have a certain muscle memory when it came to the webslinging.

Pulling out some of his old tricks Peter tries to show Jess how fun web swinging could really be laughing as he did so.

Veranke was surprised at how expertly he was able pull off this movements while in the air, she couldn't possibly pull it off even with her stolen memories, so she takes to keeping pace with normal web lines, but has a smile on her face laughing along side him.

Suddenly when firing from her web shooter nothing comes out, Veranke wasn't expecting that and begins to fall from the sky her initial shock overwriting her ability to glide from Jessica's powers.

Peter whips his head round as he sees her fall, firing a web line to gain momentum he was able to catch her before she hit the ground. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs crossed behind his waist, while her head was tucked away over his shoulder panting heavily at the fright she experienced.

"It's okay. I got you." He tells her reassuringly, feeling and hearing the heavy breathing coming from her.

Making his way to a rooftop he gently lands on the roof and kneels down to let her off, to his surprise she doesn't let go, instead she tightens her grip around him.

Moving his hand to the back of her head and the other to her back he tries to ease her panicked mind by rubbing small circles round her back.

Slowly loosening her grip Veranke lightly makes contact with the roof, sitting firmly on the spot she tries to calm her heart.

"Thank you spidey. I don't know what could've happened if hadn't caught me." She says through shaky breaths.

"You... would've used your powers to stop from falling, right?" He questions her.

"Y-yeah. I would have." She answers. 'Dammit, I was so startled by the sudden drop I completely forgot she could glide to prevent herself from falling." Veranke berates herself over her carelessness.

Slowly standing on shaky legs Veranke brushes herself off and tries to recompose herself, although she hasn't yet discerned his real identity she feels comfortable in his presence and has a better grasp of the man who he really is.

Regardless of his actions the question of who this man was or rather what he looked like was still prevalent on her mind and she just had to see him. The real him.

"Soooo... spidey, about the whole secret identity thing?" She asks quizzically.

"It's important I keep it a secret, who knows what could happen if the wrong people find out. My friends and family could be targeted... just to get to me. People already suffer enough just by being close to me, they don't need the constant threat of one of my many villains going after them looming over their shoulders." He tells her honestly.

Veranke was surprised by his words, she never considered he kept the mask on for other peoples safety, she thought it was just part of his image, the facade of just being a hero and having anonymity unlike many other hero's who's identities are known regardless if they were masks or not.

"I-I didn't know you thought that much about it. You must really think they would be in danger if you've kept this secret going for so long."

"I do. There are people who went after my loved ones to hurt me, even if they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I can't risk their safety, so I wear the mask."

"Well, what about me? I can take care of myself, do you trust me?" She asked a bit to eagerly.

"Jess... you know how much this secret means to me. I don't think anyone on the team knows, at least I haven't told them anyway. I can't just give out my identity like that."

"You see, right there... you call me Jess. Not Spider-Woman or some other cute nickname, you call me Jess. You know who I am, heck you even call me you 'work-wife'. And yet that isn't enough for you to trust me, do you think I'm just gonna go tell everyone is that it?" She said aggressively.

"No I... I do trust you but... it's different I mean their just nicknames. And I just call you Jess when... when... alright so I call you Jess but why does that matter for you to know who I am." He staggers through explaining.

Hiding a hurt scowl on her face Veranke turns around to no longer face him before she speaks again.

"You don't understand... you don't know what that means to me, when you call me casually like that, when you say I'm your 'work-wife' to the others." She says sadly, trying to hide her genuine hurt beneath some minor manipulation through her acting.

She was curious of his identity, but it wasn't to gain an advantage for her invasion, it was to answer her curiosity and hopefully give her some clarity on her strange dream last night.

Peter was confused , he has no idea this meant so much to her. She always just brushed him off so he never thought the nicknames he gave her were affecting her like this. He realised that maybe calling her his work-wife was a bit far fetched but it was just a nickname, a joke, he didn't really think of her that way.

"I'm sorry Jess. I didn't know it meant that much to you. I'll stop... I'll stop giving you nicknames and I'll stop calling you my work-wife ok." He apologises.

"That's not what I want." She shouted back to him.

"All those cute little nicknames, I like them. All those jokes you tell, I find them funny, not all the time but still they're funny. You've always been kind hearted and caring of others." She confesses.

"Jess. I don't understand. Where is all this coming from? Before you could barely stand to be in the same room with me, yet you've been supportive recently. What's going on with you?" Peter asks slightly concerned.

"Last night I had a... dream, a bad dream... I guess a nightmare. And in it... I watched you die and I... just watched it happen. I felt so... distraught seeing you fade away." Veranke admits, omitting some details to keep her cover.

Peter was surprised at this, I mean he's had nightmares like that before, where he's failed and the city gets taken over by his worst of villains. But to see her so affected by this dream, she must have really been worried about it... about him to have such a change in attitude.

Approaching the shaken Jessica, Peter gently wraps her in a hug making sure to be a gentle and soothing to her to try and ease her mind.

Veranke falls into his embrace and slowly starts to reciprocate the feeling, getting a nice warm feeling when she does so. Fully wrapping her arms around him does she rest her head on his shoulder being comforted by him completely.

"It's okay. It's just a bad dream. And whatever we face in the future we'll face it together, as a team, we'll watch each other's backs." He says comfortingly and softly in her ear.

Peter unravels from the hug and wishing to keep their newfound friendship and trust he reveals his face to her, slowly lifting the mask so that his face is uncovered and Jess can finally see the person behind the mask.

"My names Peter. Peter Parker. It's nice to meet you Jess." He jokingly introduces himself with a lopsided grin.

Days Later

Peter was inside his apartment tinkering with some of his gadgets and fixing himself a fresh batch of web fluid when he gets a knock on his door.

Putting his spidey stuff away he opens the door to be greeted by Jessica Drew who stands their with an anxious look on her face.

It wasn't uncommon for Jessica to stop by, after he revealed himself she was elated and couldn't stop thinking about his face and it wasn't hard to then find where he lived. Dropping by every so often to see him became a regular for them.

"Hey Jess, come on in. You look nervous." Peter welcomes her noticing her anxious look.

"Peter there's... there's something I need to tell you, and I don't want you to be upset... or mad... ok?" She meekly says.

"Ok. What's wrong?" He asks.

In the next moment Peter watches as his friend Jessica Drew slowly start to change form, her skin becoming green, her eyes darker, pointed ears. In a moment the form of Jessica Drew changes to a Skrull.

"Who are you. And what have you done with Jessica?" Peter yells out surprisingly, jumping back a bit and getting into a battle stance.

"My name is Veranke. I'm the Skrull Queen. I don't want to hurt you, as for the woman known as Jessica Drew, the Spider-Woman, she is safe and unharmed." She tells him, hoping to at least calm him down.

"Where is she? And why did you take her?" He asks angrily, his reaction being the opposite of what she had hoped.

"She is on my ship, held captive while I assumed her form. My people are in need of a new home, and the Earth is the best possible choice for us. But our reports showed that you hero's would pose a significant threat to our occupation, so I devised a plan to infiltrate your ranks and learn new information about you all and take you down. I took the form of Spider-Woman to do this, a task that I am not accustomed to doing." She tells him honestly, not wishing to hide anything from him any longer.

"Your plan? You kidnapped her to spy on us so you could take our planet? Why did YOU do this." Peter repeats back to her before asking for more information.

"I had to take the task in order to get close to you all. Carol Danvers has fought us Skrulls for a long time, she would easily recognise any one of us, except for me." She reveals.

"You lied to me, tricked me, just so you could take our planet." He states, his anger being matched with some sadness.

"At first yes but that changed. I changed. After speaking with you." She retorts.

"What do you mean by that, how did I change you?" He asks, his curiously being hidden by his anger.

"At first I was trying to gather information on you all. But that night I spoke to you, when you were feeling down after your ex broke up with you... something changed. That night I dreamt that we had succeeded, the Skrulls had made the Earth their home, but when I saw you in my dream... saw you hurt and betrayed by me... getting killed... because of me... I hated it. I was scared and afraid because of it. Scared that I'd lose you." She tells him.

"Lose me?" He questions her.

"Yes. In my dream... you were hurt because of my deception, my betrayal of your trust. I couldn't see your face but I knew what I had done to you, what you were feeling. It made me sick to know I caused that. I didn't... don't want to hurt like that... never." She says with evident tears falling from her face.

Peter had dropped his stance a little, easing up on his temperamental state he hears out Veranke explain what was happening.

"Please... understand that we need a home, and have nowhere else to go. Please... don't hate me for this." She pleads with him.

"I... I don't know what to say. You lied to me, to everyone... and kidnapped my friend so you could try and take over the planet. It's wrong and I can't just overlook it." He tells her.

Peter contemplates whether or not he should tell the others, he would be able to warn them and retrieve Jessica even if that means fighting the Skrulls off the planet. On the other hand he could ask for them to release her on their own but that would lead to the same end but Jessica would be the one to tell them not him.

His confliction went deeper as he had warmed up to Jess and had grown to like her in their recent meet ups, but that turned out to be Veranke, the woman stood in front of him with tears in her eyes begging for his forgiveness.

"I won't tell them." He says lightly.

"You won't?" She asks, surprised that he would actually keep her secret.

"But you have to return Jessica, unharmed." He states with emphasis on the last part.

"Yes I will, she will not be harmed in any way. I promise." She says, grateful that he hasn't shown any harshness towards her.

"And you can't invade the planet. Jessica will no doubt tell the others and I can't keep her from doing so. I'm sorry. I know you guys need somewhere to go but... it can't be here... not anymore." He says seriously.

Verankes heart dropped at hearing this, she couldn't give up on her people to find them a new home, but he was right, even if he kept her secret the woman would surely tell the others upon her return.

"O-okay. I will call off the invasion. We'll go somewhere else." She says sadly, he previous gratefulness washed away by a new set of tears.

"I knew you'd at least understand. Everything I've learned about you hero's told me you were the most caring and understanding one of them all. I would have done everything in my power to keep you safe. I had grown to like you, our frequent visits were the best parts of my time here, were I felt joy and happiness for the first time. I'll miss you, dearly." She tells him through the tears, smiling as she does so.

Peter felt his heart wrench, he really had grown to care for her during their time together, and she didn't really seem all that malicious and she seemed genuine with him. Maybe there was a middle ground but as for right now he couldn't see it.

"I'm sorry. For everything. I'll leave now." She says slowly.

"Will I... will I ever see you again?" He asks without realising.

Veranke perks up at his question, she wants to see him again and again, but if she leaves... she may never be able to.

"I don't think so." She says sadly.

"I want to, but I don't think I could ever return here." She continued.

"So... this is goodbye then?" He asks rhetorically.

"Yes. I think it is. Goodbye, Peter." Veranke says with her head down.

"Goodbye Veranke." Peter says but approaches her to have one last hug, which she reciprocates.

Weeks later

Peter had been in a slump ever since Veranke had left the planet, she kept true to her works and returned Jessica unharmed in any way and she never invaded the planet. The team didn't know why or how this happened but they were unable to find any sign of the Skrulls after that.

He was happy she was back of-course but he realised that the good times he shared were really with Veranke and Jessica still didn't like him all that much, which hurt him further as he knew Veranke mostly as Jessica.

A sudden knock on his door brought him out of his stupor and he opened it to be greeted by a woman with long black hair holding some flowers.

"Hello. Can I help you?" He asks wondering who she is and what she's doing with flowers at his door.

"Peter." Is all she says as tears start to form in her eyes and a large smile on her lips.

"Yes?" He replied sceptically.

He was suddenly tackled by the woman, both of them falling to the floor as her arms spring around his neck and she buried her face into his chest as he lay on floor.

"I've missed you. So so much. But after all this time, I came back." She says.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked curiously having never seen this woman before.

"What? Oh right, sorry." She says as she pulls away from him, realising she was still in disguise.

Peters eye widen as the woman in front of him turns into a Skrull, the green skin, darkened eyes and pointed ears giving her away, but he recognises her immediately. It was Veranke.

"Veranke. It's... really you." He says in disbelief, his hands cupping her cheeks lightly without him knowing.

"Yes. It's me." She replies leaning into his hands.

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth Peter quickly brings her forward kissing her with all the passion he could muster. The feelings he had kept hidden from her when she left and their increasingly painful development when she stayed away being displayed in full force through his kiss.

Veranke gave in soon after it started, reciprocating the kiss with as much fervour as he had and snaking her arms around his back as they stood there in a comforting embrace.

After all this time, they were brought back together.

Notes:

(Second one shot done. What do you guys think.)

(I already had Veranke chosen for the second chapter and Adriana for the first as they are characters I don't really see that often. As a mad man once said "fine I'll do it myself")

(Anyway I do have a few characters that I'll want to do but I honestly don't know much about them, villains and hero's alike, and I'll really be licking them at random so if you want to see a particular character first comment who you want and I'll go from there.)

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Chapter 3: Ana Kravinoff (The Huntress)

Ana Kravinoff, daughter of the villain Sergei Kravinoff otherwise known as Kraven the hunter was a renowned villainess in her own right.

Like her father she too wanted to be considered the Apex Predator, and to accomplish such a task she also embarked on her fathers mission to hunt the Spider-Man.

At one time she was certain she had uncovered his real identity but was proven wrong. She had tracked the spider to an apartment building where she discovered whom she thought was the man behind the mask, Vin Gonzales.

Vincent Gonzales was a police officer and thus she presumed that this was the real identity to the spider clad hero, however after unmasking him she realised her mistake as the real Spider-Man wouldn't beg for his life.

It was her singular sought after goal and she was so close to her prey and missed the mark by a hair. As she never considered the roommate of Vincent to be the real Spider-Man.

Peter Parker, was at first glance an unassuming man of little importance, while he was Spider-Man's photographer she believed that due to their connection as roommates that the photos were choreographed.

In the absence of her fathers guidance, if she could ever consider what he had done as guidance, she was left on her own.

After being estranged from her fathers control and the death of her mother, by her own hand, she acted alone until she joined a new sinister syndicate comprised of only female villains.

She fitted in well with the group but their means of doing things, especially when it came to fighting Spider-Man, set them apart and it wasn't how she was trained.

So it was a surprise to her to find him in her presence, or rather he found himself at her mercy, being restrained in an underground facility she occupied as a sort of home base to keep off the grid.

She removed his mask while his suit was in tatters, a sweet reminder of their latest bout in which she was able to inject him with a paralytic agent were as the fight progressed he grew weaker. Being to weak to escape her he fell unconscious and was captured.

He remained unconscious but in the mean time she would inspect her latest catch, assessing his qualities as a worthy adversary and bask in her successful hunt.

He was younger than she imagined, which irked her as it meant her father was bested time and time again by what essentially was a child. She too was beaten but she was revelling in the fact that her father was basically humiliated.

He had a youthful look to his face, messy brown hair, hazel eyes and a body with a perfect blend of muscle and frame. Packing strength to take down his toughest foes and the speed, agility and flexibility rivalling that of professional gymnasts. It was impressive.

She cut away the rest of the top of his suit with her knife revealing his torso in full. It was then did she take a look at his battle scars, wounds from a long time of fighting and persevering.

As she inspected them more closely she became mesmerised, receiving such damage and still fighting on. Like an animal ferocious and wild, and if there was one thing she knew it was to never back an injured wild animal into a corner.

Gently caressing his scars and brushing her hand across his chest almost like they were a treasured item to her. A smile adorned her face as she did so unaware of a reawakening Spider-Man who slowly opened his eyes.

A slight groan escaped his mouth which snapped her attention back and she took a few steps away from him to watch him regain consciousness.

"Uhh... where... where am I." Peter groaned out, his vision blurry.

"Finally awake I see." Ana calls out, a smirk on her face.

"That voice." Peter says trying to remember what happened.

Slowly regaining his vision Peter is greeted to the sight of Ana Kravinoff standing in front of him with her hunters knife in hand.

"So you finally came around. Took you long enough." Ana says sarcastically.

Trying to move his arms and legs Peter finds himself restrained, chains and cuffs restricting his movements as he lay on a tabletop positioned so that he was facing towards her and not facing the ceiling.

"This isn't good." He says to himself.

"You're right. This isn't good... for you. But for me. This is my dream fulfilled, all I need now is to kill you and my hunt will be complete." Ana says basking in her victory.

"Your hunt? I don't know, feels a lot more like something Kraven would want." Peter says slyly to annoy her.

Rushing towards him and placing the blade of her knife at his throat Ana corrects him. "It is also what I want, what I was trained for."

Peter looks her dead in the eyes without any fear showing in his own, there was something different about her at least different when it came to the original hunter.

It wasn't hesitation in her eyes, he was more than sure she would follow through on her intent, but there was something deeper laying beneath.

"Why do you do this?" He asked curiously, wanting to know why she was fixated on this, on him.

"This what I was made for." She seethes while pressing the blade deeper drawing a bit of blood from him.

"Made for?" He replied.

"Yes. Since the day I was born I was raised to be a hunter. Taught the ways by my mother and father to track, stalk, trap and kill my prey. And now I will fulfil my life's long dream, by killing you." She gleamed.

"So your... living your fathers life?" His question sounding more like a statement.

"What? No. I'm living my life." She says through gritted teeth.

"Heh. Doesn't sound like it. Everything you've told me makes it seem like this is more for him than it is you." Peter chuckles out.

Taking a step back she looks at him in disbelief. "N-no. I want this. This is for me. I will kill you. Not him."

"I'm not sure about that. Seems like you never got a chance to do anything for yourself, never getting to live a life of your choice." He says honestly.

Grabbing the sides of her head Ana tries to deny what he's said, reject the idea that she was manipulated into being like her father.

"I'm not like him." She says barely above a whisper, with a tear in her eye that she wasn't aware that was forming.

Peter was shocked to see her respond this way, he figured the entire Kravinoff family was insane but this was unexpected. It's like she never realised how much like her father she was, and apparently she didn't want that to happen.

Trying again to break free he is still weak from the paralytic working it's way out of his system but he can feel the tension in the restraints, creaking as he pulls more and more.

A clank brings his attention back to Ana who has dropped her knife to the ground and is on her knees hunched over still grasping her head.

Peter actually felt concerned for the young woman, when he thought about it it wasn't really her fault for ending up the way she was. She said so herself, she was raised by her parents to be a hunter just like them, she probably didn't know any life outside of that.

Once again pulling on the restraints the tension in the chains was too much and Peter was able to break out, reaching for the other shackles keeping him to the table he soon broke them off and he was back on his feet.

Looking back at Ana who hasn't moved since she fell to the ground Peter isn't sure what to do with her, he could web her down and make sure she gets picked up by the police, but she's too unstable and going to prison could worsen her mental state.

Mentally sighing for to stupid thing he's about to do Peter approaches the downed Ana and gently places his hands on her shoulders and starts to get her back to her feet.

"Come on, let's get out of here."'he says and without any resistance Ana begins to walk with him.

Navigating their way out Peter hears Ana continue to mumble to herself, "I'm not like him. I'm not him."

Peter emerged from a barren building that housed the underground facility he was formerly held in, Ana was still dragging alongside him her world was shattered at her newest revelation.

He wasn't sure what he should do with her, he still felt sorry for her but didn't know where to take her, and although she was still out of it for the moment he didn't want to risk brining in the authorities in case she became unstable.

Gently sitting her down in the ground Peter tries to get through to her. "Hey. Hey." He says shaking her a little but getting no response.

Pacing back and forth Peter tries to think of what to do and comes to a near regrettable solution.

"Ok. I guess we're doing this." He puts his mask back on and kneels down beside Ana.

"Look. I can't leave you here. Not in your current state anyway, so we're gonna go somewhere. Alright." He says to her with still no response.

Sighing slightly he picks Ana back up and holds her close with one hand wrapped around her waist and fires off a web line with the other.

Swing as best he could with one arm Peter made his way back into the city, thankfully it was night by the time he got out so no one would see that his suit top was gone.

Landing on top a familiar building to both of them Peter sets her down once again before telling her to wait for him.

Crawling down the side of the building he slides open one of the windows and goes inside, standing in his darkened apartment he rifles through to find a replacement for his suit.

Quickly changing his suit in under a minute he makes his way back to Ana who to no surprise hasn't moved an inch since he left her.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asks himself looking at the crouched distraught form of Ana.

Carefully grabbing the sides of her head he brings her eyes to meet his own. "Listen to me, you need to get a hold of yourself."

She looks at him with the remnants of tears still in her eyes, wondering why he's still here she tried to kill him several times, especially during the grim hunt when she and her family pursued him and other spider powered people.

She hated to dwell on the thought but everything in her life told her that she was exactly like her father, ruthless, cunning... and devious. Their was no honour in what she did... what she was doing.

"Why? Why are being... kind. I've hunted you, hunted your friends. Killed many as part of a sick game orchestrated by my father. And yet you care what happens to me." She asks curiously.

"Well... I don't kill... and I don't want anyone to die, even my enemies. So I guess I care a little what happens with you." He answers.

"Also... I can tell you aren't as bad as you seem. You never knew anything other than what they told you." He said honestly.

She stared at him wide eyes, she couldn't believe that he felt such sympathy for his villains, for her. Her father taught her to hunt and kill, made her believe that mercy and sparing one's life was a weakness.

Yet here he stood never killing a single one of his enemies and he's the strongest there is, overcoming great threats time and time again and emerging victorious.

Perhaps his way... was the right way... to hunt without killing... stalk your prey and incapacitate them. It was a thought... but was it worth exploring.

"Tell me. Why is it you don't kill. You would never have to deal with us again if you did?" She asked him seriously.

"Because... it wouldn't make a difference. And I would lose myself in the process. Sure getting rid of them would make things easier but... then I'd become something I hate, the very thing I've fought against. A killer, a murderer." He replies coldly.

Ana was surprised to hear his answer, she suspected some spiel on how it's wrong and it's not what hero's do but.. what he said was... serious, meaningful and... in a way logical. He clearly thought this through before, weighed the burden it would have on him if he were to ever cross that line.

A new resolve formed over Ana at that moment, she would indeed become stronger, better than her father could ever be. She would be a hunter of evil... not for evil.

Standing up and straightening herself Ana looked him dead in the eyes and proclaimed her newfound purpose. "You are right. I've been nothing but a pawn to my father, a weapon for him to use against you. But no more. I will change my ways and I will become stronger than he could ever be, you stood victorious over him many times and you did not take his life. I too wish to be that strong, so I too will remove the evil in this city. I will be a new predator, one who takes down the ones who wish to cause harm." She says before saying one final important detail.

"And I shall not kill them. No matter what they have done, I will not kill any of them. Just like you." She finishes with a glint in her eye.

Peter was speechless at Anas... change of heart... switching sides. He didn't really know what to call it but she seemed determined to see it through.

The only thing that worried him was how she would 'remove' this evil in the city, yea she said she wouldn't kill them but that doesn't mean that she would cause lasting harm whereas he only uses necessary force for different villains.

"So uh... how exactly are you gonna do that? Stop the bad guys." He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I will hunt them, just as I have been trained to." She says without hesitation.

That was not the response he was hoping to hear from her. "Look. I don't... hunt my enemies. And what you've been trained to do aside from killing is quite lethal for most people, so you can't go around and... maim them." He replied.

Ana looked at him with a slight scowl, if she couldn't use her training to take down her prey then what was she to do.

"Then what do I do. My training is to eliminate strong and dangerous prey." She asked angrily.

Peter didn't like were this was going. At the rate the conversation was going he knew were it was leading to, the change of heart was one thing but to actually consider... training her himself.

She needed the guidance and he doubted she would get it from anyone else, plus there was little chance of her coming into her own without falling back on her original training.

Mentally sighing and dropping his shoulders in defeat he knew what he needed to do now. He had to take her under his wing.

"There's no way your going out on your own, not only is there the chance you will default back to your training but no one will probably believe you want to change. And I doubt you will come into your own in time. So with that said I'm only left with one choice... I'll have to train you myself." Peter explained to her with a slightly defeated tone, expressing how much he didn't actually want to do it but had no other choice.

A confused look appeared on Anas face, her former enemy was going to train her. She was at first angered by his lack of faith in her, implying that she couldn't change in her own and would so easily go back to her old ways.

"So you will train me?" Ana reiterated with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh... yes I will." He confirmed.

One Month Later

Things had progressed nicely for Ana during their month long training, although that did not come without some resistance in the form of other heroes . Most notably the other spider heroes.

Peter and Ana had began training for a week where she watched him work and would only intervene when told to do so, it was an informative experience for her.

But their night was interrupted when Ana was attacked by the other spiders while Peter was busy. She tried her best to convince them of her new motive and refused to engage with them but they didn't believe her.

Thankfully Peter caught on soon after and stopped them in their tracks putting himself between them and her, which confused them to why he was defending her.

He tried to make them understand but they refused to accept it, they stopped fighting but they continued to hurl insults and chastised her... both of them.

Peter tried to comfort her as he could see the hurt in her eyes and her slumped posture as she let the words they said affect her deeply.

She knew that there were those who would not be able to accept her, especially those who she had personally harmed but she thought she was ready for that. Ready for them to disgrace her and shame her but evidently she was not.

Their living arrangements had changed much to Peters chagrin, he didn't want to leave her alone knowing that there were others that would seek her out and he couldn't risk a confrontation.

Whether they were other villains he were looking for her assistance like her former associates with the sinister syndicate or heroes who would pursue her relentlessly.

So he was left with no other option but to let her take her home, she already knew of his identity and most likely worked out were he lived but the idea of them living under the same roof sent shivers down his spine.

He emphasised the importance of keeping his identity and address a secret so she needed to be careful coming and going and how she spoke to him.

She learned a lot during their time together, how to fight without causing serious damage and leaving lasting harm, techniques that were specialised to incapacitate enemies and utilising a new compact restraint so she could prevent them from escaping police custody which saved him some webbing.

They made quite the duo in their later patrols when he was sure she had learned enough and was ready for real crime fighting. It surprised him when they had good chemistry when fighting and how she watched his back in larger groups.

He considered making her a suit of her own, maybe not a spider suit but something that may help in keeping her identity a secret and give some protection, after all if people in the criminal world learned of her new allegiance with Spider-Man it could mean worse things in the future.

Regardless they settled in nicely together after their first month with Peter getting a spare room made for her.

Waking up from her latest nights rest Ana exited her room to get some breakfast. To no surprise to her Peter was gone, she had grown used to his nightly excursions and early morning leavings often times leaving her alone in the apartment.

She was dissatisfied with his amount of sleep as his nightly patrols lasted till the early hours and if not he was then out early and hadn't fully rested.

Taking a seat on his couch Ana decided to check the television, she wasn't used to having down time but grown to like the peacefulness it brought and watching the television only added to it.

Flicking through different channels Ana ended up on the live news broadcast where she saw something that she hoped to never see.

Live on the broadcast was Spider-Man... fighting Kraven... her father. She shot up from her seat in a panic as the news showed both locked in fierce battle.

Both were dodging and evading each others blows, she could tell from the way they were fighting that Peter was aiming to disarm and restrain him whereas her father... was on the hunt... and planning to kill.

"I... need to do something. I need to help him." Ana said to herself but was hesitant to move.

'How can I help? That's my father... I cannot beat him.' She thinks.

Meanwhile Peter was engaged with Kraven who was using a whip to combat at range and to trip him up to then go forward and kill him with his extended hunters blade.

Thankfully to his spider sense Peter was able to dodge most of the attacks thus far but a few landed and he was left with some whiplashes and cuts from when Kraven closed the distance.

Kraven was as persistent as any foe Peter had faced before but Kraven had a sadistic and ritualistic side to him, taking great joy in his 'hunts' and his goal to be an apex predator by killing the most troublesome of prey.

However Peter was growing tired, the cuts he sustained began to take there toll and his body was getting slower and weaker he was practically moving on autopilot with his spider sense.

He never had the greatest luck but when Kraven was able to trap his leg in his whip and prevent him swinging away he couldn't believe it.

As Kraven approached, his trusty knife in hand, Peter was getting back up on shaky legs unaware of the present danger behind him.

'Man, gotta look of for the whip.' He says to himself before getting a sudden hit from his spider sense.

Turning to face Kraven who has his arm stretched overhead to bring down for a slash, Peter is surprised when his arm is caught by another and he is swiftly thrown away from him.

Gazing to his side Peter sees Ana in a fighting stance facing her father. "Ana? What are you doing here? How'd you know where I was?" He asked quickly.

"I saw you on the news, had to help, came as quick as I could." She replies just as quick, not taking her eyes off of her father.

Kraven got back up wiping away the dirt from his cheek from being thrown to the ground, turning around he is shocked and angered to see his daughter defending Spider-Man... his prey.

"What are you doing child? That is Spider-Man, our most notorious prey." Kraven shouted.

"Saving him from you it seems. You will have no hunt today father, you will not harm him." She says determined.

"Useless child. You were meant to be a hunter, my blood flows through your veins. The blood of a Kravinoff... the blood of a predator." Kraven seethes.

Ana was slightly shaken, she feared this response from facing him, reminding her of her heritage, she hated to think about it and since she joined up with Peter she hadn't.

"I may share your blood, but I do not share your ways. My life was a lie. I was nothing more than a tool... a pawn for you to use against him." She retorts.

"I believed your lies of being the strongest, that we were meant to slay the spider. But I've realised that he is far superior to you... in every way. You claim to be the strongest yet you have been bested by him countless times. You are weak... you are the prey here." She says sharpening her stance.

Peter was surprised to hear her speak out against him, during their time together she never spoke about him and actively avoided talking about him when he tried to bring it up.

She was so passionate about it too, she believed what she was saying here far more than what she said to him when she had captured him, a smile spread across his face as he now knew that she had came into her own.

"If you must stand against me then you are no child of mine... and you will die... alongside that spider." Kraven said as he then charged forward ready to engage them.

Ana watched carefully as her father approached, analysing his most minuscule of muscle movements she was able to tell how he was ready to strike.

Making some minor adjustments to her posture Ana correctly predicted that her father was going to use his whip so she sidestepped it as it rushed past her head the crackle of the whip sounding by her ear.

Taking the opportunity she rushed forward meeting her father soon after and landing a knee to his stomach causing him to be winded slightly as he then jumped back getting some distance while holding his stomach.

She followed up on her attack and rushed towards him again. Kraven however decided to reequip his knife and was prepared to kill his former child.

Thrusting the knife forward Kraven hoped to stab her, unfortunately his arm was grabbed by hers and she performed a flip to get behind him and trap his arm.

Landing behind him she kicked out one of his legs and he collapsed to the ground, tightening the grip she had on his arm Kraven gave in and dropped his knife. Pushing forward she pinned him to the ground maintaining her grip on his arm and placing another hand to the back of his head.

"You're done father. You've been beaten, submit." She demanded.

"Never. I have not been beaten. You are weak and I will destroy you... both of you... and I will be the strongest hunter in the world." Kraven shouted in denial.

Wanting to hear no more of his senseless ramblings Ana precisely hit him across the back of the neck, temporarily shutting down the brain and leaving him unconscious. A trick she learned from her father... rather fitting that she used it on him to end their fight.

Standing up and away from his unconscious form Ana rushes over to Peter who had watched the brief skirmish with wide eyes.

"Are you ok?" Ana questioned as she knelt beside him, offering her aid.

"Y-yea fine. That was... amazing Ana... I mean wow you took him out like it was nothing." Peter said genuinely surprised.

Blushing slightly Ana replied, "No... it was nothing."

"I saw what you did there... at the end. That was a hunters technique right, to subdue foes efficiently without causing too much arm." Peter said raising an eyebrow under his mask.

"Yea it was. I learned it... from him... actually it was something that was meant to be used on you." She said turning away.

Peter widened his eyes slightly it wasn't a complete surprise to him to know that, after all she was basically trained to be his enemy everything she learned was to be used against him.

"Don't worry about. It may have been used for me but it came in handy right now. Didn't it?" He asked rhetorically drawing a small smile from her.

"Yea. I guess it did." She said cheerily.

Before taking their leave Peter made sure to web Kraven to the ground so he couldn't escape if he woke up before the police took him away.

He and Ana retreated to a rooftop where he could be examined by her to see the extent of his injuries, she wouldn't take no for an answer, her worry wouldn't ease unless she knew he was alright.

"Okay can we stop now. Look at me I'm fine." Peter said as he showed that the injuries he had sustained from Kraven were healing fine.

A wave of relief washed over her as she gazed at his body, his wounds were healing and there was nothing life threatening to alarm her.

"I'm glad you are fine." She said quietly, a small blush making itself present across her face.

"Well... nothing I can't handle." He said cheerily.

Ana didn't know why, but she felt a deep connection with Peter. He had been the one to show her how bad her old life was, he personally trained her to be a 'hero' and warded off anyone who tried to put her down, let her live with him despite his reservations. He saved her.

"Thank you. F-for everything. You've... been so kind and open to me when I don't deserve it. Many people would not waste their time trying to 'fix' me, especially if I had tried to kill them and brought them harm countless times before." She admits.

This caught Peter off guard as it seemed to come completely out of the blue. She never showed any real sign of emotion, she was surely interested and he was sure she had them but just never wanted to show them. During their time together she was focused and determined, she had plenty of questions about his line of work and how to do things but he chocked that up to general curiosity.

Quickly closing the distance Ana plants a soft kiss on Peters cheek, her hands rushing to lift his mask when she did so.

She backed up pretty soon after and faced away from him, her cheeks blazing with heat as her blush deepened after the sweet kiss.

Peter however was completely stunned at the action, he never expected her to do something like that and judging from her reaction it seemed a bit impulsive on her part too.

But it wasn't unwelcome and Peter appreciated it knowing how difficult it must be for her to experience newer things.

Perhaps there was something else waiting in the future for them, but only time would tell and neither of them could wait to find out when.

Notes:

(Okay third chapter completed. The first three chapters were villains purely by coincidence, if I see some potential in a story featuring a specific character I just make a note of it and make a new chapter.)

(The next chapters character is *SPOILER IF YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW*

 

Tigra or Greer Grant, I had this character as part of a list but a comment suggestion pushed her to be the next one after I finished this one so look forward to that.)

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Chapter 4: Greer Grant 'Nelson' (Tigra)

The hero known as Tigra, aka Greer Grant, was deep in thought about her life. She was happily married to police officer William Nelson who unfortunately was killed in a robbery as he died in her arms.

She made herself a name in the her community and was part of the Avengers, although she had times to herself when she went to Chicago to act on her own.

However her mind drew back to her most hated memory, the moment she was under the control of Kraven the hunter.

She was pursuing him for a different crime, which he was able to evade capture, but she found him again but realised too late that it had all been a trap for her and he was able to get the drop on her.

Everything after that was a bit of a blur but she remembers fighting Spider-Man for a bit although that was due to the control collar Kraven had placed on her.

He was able to remove the collar from her neck and the two of them fought back against the mad hunter.

But Kraven had another trick up his sleeve, a stampede of animals that he unleashed upon them. They were both able to avoid most of the animals but they eventually got separated and dazed which allowed Kraven to get behind her with another collar in hand.

Peter, who was still recovering himself, saw this happening and made a desperate decision to throw a web ball at Kraven to knock the collar out of his hand. But in doing so he was off balance and was caught under the stampede and nearly crushed to death.

Seeing this Tigra was worried and felt horrible knowing that he basically sacrificed himself to save her from being enslaved again. Thankfully he had survived but that didn't dissuade her horrid feeling in her chest.

Coming out of her deep thought from past events Tigra left her temporary room in the Avengers tower, being a reserve member she had a smaller room than others but it was still spacious in comparison.

Wandering aimlessly she saw some other heroes gathered into smaller groups, Captain Marvel or Carol Danvers was with Spider-Woman and She-Hulk or Jessica Drew and Jennifer Walters respectively.

The three of them were usually quite close with Carol and Jess being best friends with almost a sister like bond.

Across from them was Iron Man, Captain America and Hawkeye or Tony Stark, Steve Rogers and Clint Barton.

Tigra didn't have the best of opinions of Iron Man and Hawkeye. Tony Stark was portrayed exactly how he was described by most others, eccentric and an egomaniac, not to mention a serious womaniser.

Clint wasn't much better, during her time with him at the West Coast Avengers team, he acted rather the same as Stark did and really thought himself desirable to every woman who met him.

Captain America though was someone who many admired from his courage and bravery. He took to the role of a leader well and people followed his orders without pause.

There were some other members present like the deadly Black Widow Natasha Romanoff, the synthetic android Vision, the famed scientist Bruce Banner who had an angrier side in the Hulk and many others.

However the one that eventually caught her eye again was the red and blue spandex wearing Spider-Man. She hadn't seen much of him lately as he mainly takes to crimes in the streets but he comes around every so often.

Not many people were his biggest fans and often spoke harshly about him behind his back. Most of what they said ticked her off, saying how he wasn't a real hero like they were or how his jokes and quips are annoying.

She knew he was a better hero than they were, while they boasted about how great they were he was out on the streets helping people and being extremely humble about it too.

She even got some recognition from the team than he did and she rarely helps out, only acting as a reserve member and doing menial tasks.

Spider-Man was off to the side clung to a wall in a weird way as if he was sitting on it and being propped up by the strength of his legs alone.

She never got the chance to properly thank him for saving her from Kraven, twice if she thought about it, so better late than never she supposed.

Approaching him Tigra calls out to the web head grabbing his attention with him turning his head to meet her.

"Hey Tigra. What's up?" He says cheerily.

"Nothing much. Just wanted to say... thanks." She says bashfully.

"Thanks? For what?" He asks, one of his lenses closing slightly.

"For saving me. From Kraven... when he had that collar on me. Remember?" She tells him.

"Oh that. It wasn't a big deal. Anyone would have done it. I was just helping out a friend from being enslaved." He says shrugging his shoulders.

Tigras eyes widen slightly as he brushes off his importance in that situation. Most people would boast and inflate their ego, never letting her live it down, but here he is minimising his heroic acts.

"It really meant a lot to me. Having that collar on me... being at his mercy... being enslaved and his... pet. It was disgusting." Tigra says rubbing her arm nervously.

Peter sees this and knows how uncomfortable talking about this must be for her. "Hey. It's okay, he's gone. And don't worry if he ever shows his face again I'll make sure to take him down again." He says trying to reassure her.

Tigra has a lopsided smile growing on her face as Spider-Man gets close and tries to comfort her, her tail slowly starting to sway back and forth on the ground.

"So... uhh... what are you doing here? Doesn't seem like there's much going on." She asked trying to change topics.

"Mmm... oh free food." He says while pointing to a nearby table with an assortment of food laid out.

Tigra glanced to the side noticing the table full of food and couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Man... are you serious. I can't believe you." She says lightly punching his arm.

Peter chuckles lightly as he rubs his arm where she punched him. "Yea, I know. Can't help it really." He says sheepishly.

"What can't afford your own food?" She says jokingly.

"Heh heh... yea... kinda." He says meekly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wait. Seriously?" Tigra gasps out moving to face him, looking at his lenses where his eyes would be."

"Well, moneys kinda hard to come by lately so I skip out on a couple things here and there." Peter tells her hesitantly.

"You skip out on a couple things? Like what exactly?" She asks curiously.

"Well... sometimes I skip some meals, I'm behind on rent, my job doesn't pay well and with being a superhero I can't afford to get another job." He says depressingly.

Tigra was shocked to find out he was going through some tough times. 'He barely gets by, has a terrible job apparently, doesn't get enough money to last him day to day. And he goes out everyday to get beaten down by the worst of villains and he doesn't even get recognition for it either.'

"Well that really put a downer on the conversation huh." Peter says nervously.

Not wanting to make things any more awkward than he already has Peter decides to leave and go back to patrolling the city.

"Well... see ya later. I have to get back into the city." He says already leaping out of the building.

Tigra barely has any time to say anything and can only watch as he swings away into the hustle and bustle of the city.

'He deserves a lot more credit than what he's given.' She thinks sadly.

Walking back into the main room Tigra can't help but gaze around all the other heroes in the room and have a small feeling of disdain towards them.

Although she too at first didn't have the best opinion of Spider-Man and no matter how she tried to excuse it, whether it be because she was very reclusive before and didn't take well to others it made her feel sick to her stomach.

Strengthening her resolve Tigra decides to ultimately change her ways and accept Spider-Man for the hero he is and give him the recognition he deserves.

Later that night

Peter was out on patrol, swinging from building to building, keeping a look out for any crimes that could happen.

He had been out for a few hours now and had taken down a few would be muggers and store robbers, pursued a car chase and prevented a bank heist.

He was surprised by the lack of supervillain presence in the city, normally he couldn't go one foot in the city without some crazed man in a suit to cause a bit of mayhem.

Landing on top of nearby building Peter perches on the edge keeping a look for anything that caught his eye when he hears something behind him.

His spider sense wasn't warning him of any danger so the person behind him mustn't be a threat.

Turning his head to peer over his shoulder Peter was greeted to the sight of Tigra, who was on all fours before returning to a standing position. 'Hmm... she must have been running at top speed if she's down on all fours. Normally she just uses her increased speed on two legs.'

"Hey spidey. What's going on?" She asked as she approached him.

"Oh nothing much, just keeping an eye out while on patrol." He says turning his back down to the city streets.

"Patrol huh... didn't you already patrol the city earlier? Why are you out again?" She questioned him.

"I patrol frequently, never know when someone's gonna need a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man to help." He answered her.

'He comes out here regularly... he really works hard at being a hero. And everyone knows it and they still treat him like he's beneath them.' She thinks before feeling a slight bit of anger flare.

Shaking her head of those intrusive thoughts she gets back to why she came out here in the first place.

"So... just you out here?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yea. Just me. Sometimes Daredevil is around but... he Disney like me that much." He admits.

'Wow. Even other vigilantes and street class heroes don't like him. Seriously, I mean I'm not the biggest fan of his jokes but that's no reason to discredit him.' She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Hey... mind if I ask you something?" She says a bit hesitantly.

"Sure, go ahead." He says turning to face her completely.

"Well... it's a kinda... personal question. About you." She elaborates.

"Oh." Was all he said, stiffening up at what she could possibly ask him.

"So... dose it bother you... how most of the other heroes treat you?" She asked.

"I don't know... should it?" He replied after a few moments of silence.

Tigra raised her eyebrows at his response. 'Dose her really not care what the others think of him.' She wondered.

"Well... in don't know either. I mean I would be pretty pissed if everyone treated me like that when all I do is try and help out." She admits.

"You think I'm trying to help?" He said with a bit of pleasantness in his voice.

"W-wha... of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" She says a bit flustered.

"Well... most people don't. They think I'm just a nuisance and get in the way." He says sadly.

"Well your not. Getting in the way that is. You are trying to help." She reassured him.

"But... I have to ask... why do you tell all those jokes and stuff... I mean you most that people don't like them all that much." She asked curiously.

"What do you mean, everyone loves my jokes." He jokes with her, receiving only a blank stare.

"Seriously... tell me." She says lowly.

"Heh. Well... not many people know. If anyone. But it actually helps me in fights." He began to tell her.

"How?" She raises her eyes at his answer.

"It's just like you said, people don't really like them and find them annoying. So when I'm in a fight it really annoys my enemies and draws their attention to me, that way it makes them unfocused and allows for any innocents to get away to safety." He continues.

"Wow... that's... really impressive actually. And it works?" She asked him.

"Oh yeah. Like all the time. They just really wanna shut me up so it works really well." He says with a bit of mirth.

"Hmm... interesting. I never thought that your terrible jokes would actually help." She said slyly.

"Well, now you know why." He said quickly moving back to face the city.

This didn't go unnoticed by Tigra who was suspicious of why he seemed so tense all of a sudden. She wasn't sure if being a cat person gave her some sort weird sixth sense or it was just a gut feeling but she felt there was more to this than he was letting on.

"Is that the only reason?" She said, implying she knew it wasn't.

"Y-yea. No other reason." He said unconvincingly.

"Yea sure thing there spidey. Cmon tell me, there's definitely another reason you tell these obnoxious jokes other than to annoy your enemies." She pestered him for an answer.

Peter was hesitant to give an answer, he knew now that she was aware of some other reason he kept making jokes, but he doesn't want her to know anyone to know.

"Spidey. You can trust me. Whatever your reasons are... I'll not tell anyone. Promise." She said sympathetically.

"Huh. I tell these jokes and quips because I don't want anyone to know... how scared I am." He said defeatedly.

"W-what?" She replied shocked.

"Yea. When I go out there and face those villains... I get scared. I mean seriously I fight some pretty dangerous guys and I've had some rough fights and barely came out of them in one piece. So I say some jokes so they can't tell how much they get to me." He said sadly.

Tigra was surprised to hear him say that and was saddened to know that he felt this way and didn't tell anyone he was feeling this way for so long.

"Spidey... I'm so sorry. You really feel that way when you fight your villains?" She asked concernedly.

"Yea. A lot of those guys are really dangerous... not to mention they are very malicious and aren't afraid of doing some pretty horrible things just to get an edge. Doesn't matter if it's to me, an innocent or... someone I care about." He told truthfully.

Tigra still couldn't believe the weight and pressure he was putting on himself, knowing the risks that came with the whole hero thing was thing but to feel the way he felt... it's not right... and he should be supported. Not just by heroes but by the community as well.

"Do you have anyone to talk to? Ya know someone who can support you?" She asked genuinely concerned for his health.

"Well... not anymore." He said a bit sadly.

"Anymore?" She inquired.

"She Uhh... wanted to pursue other things... and sorta left the city. We haven't really spoken that much since." He replies.

Tigras concern grew larger knowing that when he wasn't doing hero stuff he still wasn't able to have someone there to help him.

"What do you mean by 'she wanted to pursue other things', like a new job or something?" She pried.

"Yea that too." He said not realising what that insinuated.

"Too? So she left for another reason?" She followed up.

Peter was mentally slapping himself at sharing this sort of stuff with someone, he didn't want to make his problems anyone else's, and by the way she was continuing to ask him question after question he knew she was worried for him.

"We were dating at the time. She knew of my identity and she was ok with it... for a while at least... then things became more and more hectic and dangerous for her and she decided... it would best to... have some time apart. Then she got an offer outside the city and she went for it." He told her of his break up.

"Man... that sucks. I'm really sorry she felt that way... and that she left you." She tried to sound comforting.

"It's fine. I got over it and I moved on with my life." He said trying to sound normal again.

'He's lying to himself. He's still hurting, I can tell, I can hear it in his voice. He's in pain and he needs someone to be there for him, to tell him it's okay.' Tigra thought, listening to him try and sound like he's doing fine.

"Listen, I enjoined our little talk and all but everything seems to be fine here so I'm gonna go." He said catching her by surprise.

"Wait, your leaving. Right now?" She replied shocked.

"Yea... see ya later Tigra." He said jumping off the building and firing a web line to start swinging away.

Tigra rushed to the edge of the building and watched as he swung further and further away from her.

'Spidey. You're carry so much... and if you don't let some of that weight go... it'll crush you.' Tigra thought with a determined look on her face.

One week later

Tigra had kept an eye on Spider-Man since they spoke the previous week, every time he went on patrol she always made sure he was safe.

She wasn't always able to be there to assist him but at least she made the effort to console and comfort him after he had been in a big fight with some of his villains.

This did surprise Peter as it seemed completely out of nowhere that she suddenly started to take an interest, commenting and congratulating him after he got a win, even though he was fighting alone and didn't receive any gratitude before.

Eventually Spider-Man was once again in the tower for some big Avengers party, what the party was for or what they were celebrating, he did not know.

Once again he found himself pretty much alone and off to the side of the event, some people did try to talk to the web slinger but it wasn't for very long.

That was until a familiar feline heroine made her way over to him and took a place beside him.

"Hey spider. Mind if I sit?" She asked gesturing to the other seat beside him.

"Yea sure, I don't mind." He said.

"Soo... some party huh." She tried to converse but was feeling a bit nervous.

Tigra had wanted to get to know the spider a bit more from when they talked on the rooftop some time ago, but she never found a good time to do it.

Now she had the time but right now she wasn't exactly feeling herself, although her normal 'suit' mainly consisted of a bikini outfit, she decided to go the extra mile and dress up for the party.

A simple black dress that flowed down her legs leaving a slit open on her right leg, it was something she had in closet but always took a shine to thanks in part to its colour choice. A black dress was really the only good option when your fur is orange and black stripes.

Fidgeting in her seat and slightly clawing at the trims of her dress Tigra was trying to approach yet another personal subject for him.

"Are you... here by yourself?" She asked, taking quick glances at him from the corner of her eye.

"Yea. Things didn't change when she got back. She said that the time apart did her some good and she reflected in her relationship." He told her.

"And... what did she figure out?" She continued.

"That we make better friends than we do as a couple, so she wasn't ready to start things back up between us." He confessed sadly.

"Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that you weren't able to patch things up." She said comfortingly but feeling relieved and joyous on the inside.

"But hey you never know what might happen, you could meet someone new. What's that saying there's plenty more fish in the sea." She said with a mirthful smile.

"Yea, that's it. I don't know if I'm ready to... get back out there just yet, but you're right I might meet someone new who I can love and care about." He replied with a smile of his own, hidden behind his mask.

Tigras heart blossomed that he was definitely feeling better and was on the up. She couldn't help but feel something for the hero, she may not know who he is under the mask but she believes that she understands him at least more than most people would be willing to know.

"Well I'm glad to hear that... and you never know... you could meet that special someone here." She said implicitly.

Peter was oblivious to Tigras implications and only considered what she just at face value. "Do you really think so?" He asked a bit cheerful.

"Yes. Of course, you just have to look carefully and see who's interested." Tigra replied a bit dryly.

Peter thought for a moment before he looked around the room and scanned everyone there to see if anyone came to mind. 'Is there someone here interested in me?'

Tigra watched as he looked around the room, looking at everyone he could see in attendance at the party and not realising that she was the one who was interested in him.

Finding out about his struggles really made her care for him and his well being but the constant thoughts of him made her feel differently towards him, wanting to see him doing better and not having to hide his emotions away with a mask 'figuratively speaking as he already wore his hero mask'.

She began to realise that the man underneath was just hurting and in need of some severe comfort and support from someone and it really irritated her to find out that there was someone who was in-tuned with his life and decided to leave, possibly even knowing how much they meant to him.

Then she saw how he fought to protect the people and the city as a whole which reminded her of her deceased husband. He too was a hero in his own right, an officer of the law who tried to help people. She concluded that she had a type, and that type was honest men with big hearts that wanted to help.

Associating those feelings with Spider-Man, even though she has yet to see his face or know his real name, her heart beat quickened and her face grew warmer.

Although currently she was getting irritated at his obliviousness, she was sitting right there next him he still can't figure out that she's interested in him. It seems that if she wants things to go forward she'll have to be as direct as can be from here on out.

"I mean me, spidey." Tigra says getting his attention.

"What?" He asked not understanding what she said.

"I said it's me. I'm... interested in you ok." She confessed slightly fidgeting in her seat.

"I don't understand. Why would you be interested in someone like me?" He questioned her.

"Because... after I talked with you on that rooftop a while back and heard about all the stuff you go through... I was really worried about you. You saved me from Kraven and never really thanked you for it but during that time I hears all the things everyone would say about you and it really pissed me off." She explained.

"R-really...?" He stuttered.

"Yes. Spidey you've got a good heart and you share that with almost everyone, even if the people you show it to don't appreciate it, and I wanted to show you that I care."

There was a small silence between them as Tigra paused and Peter remaining silent from not knowing what exactly to say in this moment.

"You... kinda remind me of my husband." Tigra whispers out.

"Your husband?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yea. Before I ever became Tigra and was just regular Greer Grant, I was married to a good man, a police officer who just wanted to do some good and help people. But during a robbery he was shot and died in my arms." Tigra revealed sadly.

Peters eyes widened in shock when Tigra revealed her previous marriage and its unfortunate end.

"Ever since then I've never found someone who really captures my heart... but you... you're like him. Even if I don't know your face or name I know that you are a good man, and I do hope to know you a lot better in the future... but right now my heart flutters just thinking about you." Tigra continued to tell him.

"Tigra... Greer... I don't know what to say. I had no idea you felt this way towards me." Peter tells her.

"Well I do... and I want to get to know you better." Tigra said with a smile while also placing her hand gently on top of his.

Silence began again as the two of them stared at each other's eyes for a moment, blocking out everyone and everything else as if it was just the two of them there.

Months Later

After the party Peter and Tigra left together to get some food and talk privately and after such a long conversation Greer learned a great deal about the Arachnid and his struggles not just as a hero but in his personal life.

At the end of the night Peter revealed his identity to her and Greer for her part tried to hide a fierce blush on her face at seeing him unmasked.

She gazed deep into his hazel eyes and without her realising had become transfixed on him with her tail swinging wildly behind her, but when Peter brought her out of her gaze and realised what was happening she became very embarrassed and flustered and wished him a good night before parting ways.

The two had dated for a while before eventually moving in together and to the surprise of some of the other heroes who found out that they were now in a relationship.

Peter and Tigra were in bed with her resting her head on his chest as he gently stroked her head down to her back purring away as a solemness took hold of her, she really liked the feeling and Peter also found it hilarious at how much of a cat she acted like.

They were happy together and with her help Peter was able to deal with a lot of his enemies quicker than before and take down criminals faster and without taking much damage too.

As the peaceful atmosphere between them grew more so, Tigra awoke from her catnap and stared longingly into his eyes falling ever so more in love with the man.

She didn't care if he was Spider-Man or Peter Parker, she loved him all the same and with a large smile appearing she lent forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, an action he reciprocated in full.

"Peter... there's something important I have to tell you... and I wanted to wait for the right time and right now... this is the perfect time." Tigra announced getting Peter to look at her.

"Ok. What is it you want to tell me Greer?" He asked wondering what this sudden announcement was.

"Peter... I'm pregnant." She said with a large smile, tears forming in her eyes from pure happiness and slowly rubbing her stomach in small circles.

Peters jaw dropped and his brain shut down at the news of his girlfriend's statement, but in a flash he managed scoop her up and hold her tight, but not too much to hurt her, with tears in his eyes staring to form.

"Oh my God, are you serious. You're pregnant." Peter echoed her announcement to her hoping he wasn't mistaken.

Nodding quickly Greer wiped the few tears that ran down her furred face. "Yes Peter... yes I am." She repeated.

Peter held her face in his hands brought her into a deep, passion filled kiss showing how happy he was at hearing the news.

"I'm going to be a father." He said on shaking breath.

Tigra fell back into his embrace and rubbed her face into his chest, snuggling into comfort as her tailed wagged wildly similarly to how her emotions were right now.

The couple were in total blissful happiness and on Peters side he couldn't believe how things turned around for him.

He felt like he was at his lowest when Tigra first approached him on that rooftop many months ago and he felt incredibly vulnerable after saying a bit too much to her about how bad his life was going. But here he his now, with that very same woman wrapped in his arms, tears filling both their eyes at the revelation that they were going to be parents.

After a few moments Peter broke the hold he had with Greer and removed himself from the bed before rummaging through on of his drawers.

Tigra was confused why he suddenly left the embrace but waited patiently for his return in her arms.

Finding what he was looking for Peter turned around and looked her with all the love in the world.

"Tigra, there's something that I want to tell you. Or rather ask you... I didn't know when I would ask but... this seems as good a time as any now." Peter said chocking on his words.

Taking her left hand gently in his own Peter descended to one knee and took out the item he was looking for.

"Greer Grant... will you marry me?" He proposed revealing the ring in his other hand.

And with a fresh set of tears in their eyes Greer practically jumped from the bed and pounced on top of him, kissing him deeply before nuzzling into his neck repeatedly saying yes over and over again.

Notes:

(Another one shot complete. This one took a while as I was torn from how to write their relationship, I wasn't sure if I wanted things to pick up right after their encounter with Kraven or to have my own events take place. As shown in the previous chapters I have them set in or included events in which their characters are prominently featured in.)

(Also as an FYI just in case of any characters that I use in future chapters that aren't exactly 'adults' yet, they will be at least eighteen at the start of the story and could be older by the time it ends depending on time skips.)

(Hope you enjoyed this one shot chapter and Vote of you liked it, comment your thoughts and suggestions for future characters that you would want to see and follow for more updates. Thanks.)

(P.S. just in case you are looking to know the characters that I have selected already as I have eleven draft chapters at the ready. They are:

Anya Corazon
Silver Sable
Spider-Gwen
Hela
Betty Brant
Yuri Watanabe (PS4)
Emma Frost
Laura Kinney
Lorena Dodson
Elaine Coll
Mephista

Chapter 5: Anya Sofia Corazon (Spider-Girl)

Anya Sofia Corazon otherwise known as the heroine Spider-Girl was sitting her apartment alone deep in thought.

Tears fell from her eyes as she remembered some of the unfortunate events that had happened in her life, her mother passing causing her and her father to move, the night of the Grim Hunt, her father dying, the spider island incident and the inheritors.

She was alone and having experienced a lot of trauma in her life with no one she could turn to or depend on without revealing her identity as a heroine.

Although that wasn't entirely true for her, there was someone who she usually depended on and looked up to for guidance. Spider-Man.

She didn't know who he was under the mask, it was a secret he kept to himself and a select few who earned his trust to know it, Julia knew from her being the Madame Web but she wouldn't reveal his identity.

As she remembered her time as Spider-Girl and working with Spider-Man her face began to flush at the thought of her longtime crush.

Before she ever became involved with the hero community she had a huge crush on the web slinger and idolised him immensely.

She felt slightly embarrassed at her childlike behaviour from when he decided to mentor her as a hero, she spent a lot of time posting online as Spider-Girl and having him tell her to tone it back a little for her own safety.

He always looked out for her when they worked together, her mind automatically fell back to the night of the grim hunt sending shivers down her spine.

Those maniacal Kravenoffs capturing and luring in all the different spider people for their own sick game, she was terrified during the whole experience but with his help she got through it and survived the event.

It was also the first time she ever witnessed a much darker side to her favourite hero, after finding out several of the spider heroes were killed in a ritualistic sacrifice he went berserk, taking down the twisted family and brutalising both the patriarch and matriarch.

After everyone was safe and accounted for he personally accompanied her home to make sure she made it back safely.

She appreciated his gesture, she was still young and had experienced a very gruesome and traumatic ordeal and she definitely shouldn't have been left alone until there was a one hundred percent certainty that she was safe from further harm.

Anya looked out the window wondering if he was out tonight. He usually patrolled the streets every night without fail but there were times when he was unable to do so, and that usually was because he was injured and was unconscious or he was dealing with something else.

Looking around her dark and empty room Anya felt a depressive wave wash over her, so many negative emotions were flooding her mind and she needed to do something and if possible... talk to someone... preferably Spider-Man.

Donning her Spider-Girl outfit Anya leaps from her window and swings into the city, hoping to find her mentor and let loose some of her pent up emotions.

Keeping an ear out for any potential crimes Anya knows that her mentor will eventually show himself and she will be able to speak with him again.

A sudden cry grabs her attention, looking down to the city Anya spots a man cornering a woman in a dark alley, he has a knife and keeps throwing it forward to intimidate and threaten her.

Swinging down to the alley Anya prepares to fight the foul man and save the woman from her attacker.

Launching a web line at the attackers outstretched hand Anya pulls him back causing the man stumble back away from the woman but remain standing.

Anya lands in between the woman and the would be attacker, striking the iconic pose that the other spiders take Anya protects the woman behind her.

"That's enough creep." Anya says fiercely to the man.

"Stay out of this kid." The man shouted back flaunting his knife in front of him.

Anya only sighed sadly at the stupidity of the man in front of her, he was clearly at a disadvantage and she hates that he called her kid. She may have only turned eighteen a couple days ago but she was far from being a kid.

Quickly in the blink of an eye Anya had shot another web line and attached it to the man's hand, covering his hand and the knife in a splatter of strong webs.

Following up on this Anya shot a web line to the man's torso and with a hard tug she pulled the man forward, a moment later she sprang forward and punched the man in the face. The combined momentum from the web bringing him forward and Anyas punch left the man splayed out on the ground.

"Should've surrendered when you had the chance." She says before webbing the man to the ground.

"Are you alright miss?" Anya asked the woman to make sure she was safe.

"Yes I'm fine. Thank you very much young lady." The woman said gratefully.

"No problem Ma'am all in a days work, just trying to make the city a safer place." Anya said trying to sound heroic and inspiring.

"Couldn't agree more Spider-Girl." Said an unknown male voice.

Startling both women they looked around for the source of the voice when their eyes fell upon the red and blue spandex wearing hero stuck to the wall above them.

"Sp-Spider-Man. You're here?" Anya says flustered.

"Yea I heard a cry for help and made my way over when I saw you deal with that man." Peter explains while pointing to the webbed attacker.

Anya blushed slightly thinking that her mentor, hero and secret crush had probably watched her fight.

"Is everything ok now Miss." Spider-Man addressed the woman.

"Yes everything's fine now, thanks to Spider-Girl." The woman says gratefully.

"But if you'll please excuse me I need to be going home now." The woman excused herself leaving the two spider heroes alone.

Anya was still flustered to notice that the woman had departed leaving her alone with her Spider-Man, until he approached her and brought her back to the present.

"Hey Anya... you alright?" He asked a bit worriedly as she looked like she was in a daze.

Anya shook herself out of her embarrassment and was now looking at the blank white lenses of Spider-Man, who had gotten a whole lot closer than she realised.

"Y-yea I-I'm fine." Anya said unconvincingly.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit... distracted." He asked curiously.

Anya wanted to tell him that she was all good and that there was nothing to worry about but she knew that wasn't true, after all the main reason she went out tonight was to hopefully talk to her hero.

"Actually... no. I'm not alright. I've just been... feeling a bit down recently." Anya said sadly with small tears in her eyes.

Peter placed a comforting hand on Anyas shoulder which made her turn to face him.

"Do you want to talk about it Anya?" Peter offered.

Anya nodded as a few more tears built up in her eyes, she tried to keep up a strong composure but letting her emotions out brought out all the tears she had yet to shed.

Quickly swinging away to be in a private place Peter led Anya to a neighbouring building and waited for her to open up about what's been bothering her.

"So... what's wrong Anya?" He asked empathetically.

"It's just... everything. Ya know. When I got my powers I was so excited to get out there and make a name for myself." Anya began.

"Yea, I remember that." Peter chuckled causing Anya to smile a little.

"But then everything became so real. Kraven and the Grim Hunt. Everyone turning into freaky spider people. And the inheritors." Anya listed her battles a shiver ran down her spine as she did so.

Peter knew that those events were harrowing so he couldn't imagine how she must have felt dealing with such hardships and literal life or death situations. He remembers escorting her home after beating Kraven just to make sure she made it safe.

"I'm so sorry Anya. Those things... are something you shouldn't have to deal with." Peter said chided himself.

"No it's not your fault." Anya tried to reassure him.

Peter appreciated her consolation but he still felt dejected for her being involved in the hero life. He knew of the sacrifices that come with being a hero and he didn't want anyone to suffer them. The mutant children he had saved and sent to the X-Mansion were another example of those who shouldn't have to deal with such hardships.

"I'm still sorry you had to deal with all of that. Kraven is my enemy, and his twisted family brought all of you into it. The spider Queen was... troubling to say the least but she's gone now. And the inheritors won't be coming back either, we saw to that." Peter tried to ease Anyas worries over their past battles.

"There's no shame if you wanted to stop, even for a little while. I'll make sure that the city is safe." Peter offered her.

"No I... I don't want to stop. It's just... so hard sometimes." Anya said defeatedly.

"I know it is sometimes." Peter said to Anya as he brought her in for a comforting hug.

Anya fell into the embrace and had an overwhelming warmth overtake her. It was like she was being enveloped in a family hug, with all the love, support and comfort that made her feel safe and secure.

She wrapped her arms around his back as she got closer, burying her head into his chest and letting the last few tears she had out and drying into his suits chest.

Gently stroking her hair Peter tries to comfort her as best he could, Anya was one of his students who he took a liking to due to her being another spider powered person. To no offence to Kamala or Hope but they have other mentors who helped them cope and deal with the struggles with being a hero, Anya only had him.

Breaking away from the hug, much to Anyas dismay, Peter felt that there was more hiding under the surface that Anya was keeping hidden down.

"Is there anything else wrong Anya?" He asked her with slight concern.

Anya felt her chest tighten, she didn't want to admit to her current situation with the loss of her family, she didn't need to concern him with that part of her life.

"N-no. There's nothing." Anya said bashfully.

Peter eyed her unconvinced of her response. "Anya... be honest." He said sternly.

Anya didn't want to tell him, but she realised that she came out here just to talk with him about her problems.

"I'm alone." She said quietly.

"My mom died and then we moved back to New York. Now my dads gone and I don't know what to do." She told him as fresh tears built up in her eyes.

Peter was shocked to hear that Anya had lost both her parents and was now on her own. She had no siblings or any other extended family to turn to.

Peter really felt for her. He never knew his parents, they died when he was young, and after they had died he was in the care of his aunt May and uncle Ben. But he knew the pain that was caused by Bens death, he lost a few people in his life but Ben was family and the first one he lost.

"Anya... I'm so sorry. I wish there was something that I can say or do to make you feel better but..." Peter paused trying to find the right words.

"There's no easy way to move forward... when you lose someone close to you. The pain stays with you and there will be times when you feel at your lowest. But you have to remember them for who they were, how special they were to you and to know that you aren't alone in this." Peter began to explain to comfort her.

Anya had been listening intently, hanging on to every word he said, taking in everything and letting it sink in. She understood what he was saying but she wondered where he learned this lesson, it sounded like something only someone who experienced that kind of pain could before.

"Wow... that was... really insightful and... encouraging." Anya said through intermittent sobs.

"Umm. Spidey. Where did you hear that from?" She asked curiously.

"It's... not something someone told me. It's just something that I learnt myself through my own personal losses." Peter said sadly.

"I've lost a lot of people, Anya. I remember them all... and how much they meant to me. How important every single one of them was." Peter says recalling all those who he's lost.

Anya could feel the guilt that radiated off of his body, it was like a massive aura that was overwhelming, it completely enveloped him making him seem so distant and far gone from everyone else. It makes him look so alone.

"Yea. You're right. As long as I remember all the good times then it resent really feel like they're gone. Even though they are." Anya said acceptingly.

Peter smiled behind his mask, he was proud of his student acknowledging his advice and taking what he said to heart.

"That's good Anya. Heh. You've really grown up since you first donned the costume." Peter said happily.

Anya blushed at his comment, she remembered how childish she used to be. All the times she fan-girled online about how cool Spider-Man was and her very obvious signs of him being her crush.

"Y-yea. I have haven't I." Anya whispered to herself, with a new thought coming to mind.

"Hey Spidey... could we... hang out. Just for a while. I don't really want to be alone right now." Anya asked meekly and slightly embarrassed.

Once again Peter smiled behind his mask at his students request. He wasn't sure if she was really doing okay, talking and dealing with such problems tend to stick around for a while so he was worried she would still be feeling a bit sad.

"Sure thing Anya. Is there anywhere you want to go?" Peter graciously accepted making her perk up.

"G-great. Awesome. Uhh... I don't really have anywhere in mind." Anya replied stuttering.

Soon after she finished speaking Anyas stomach rumbled, she became quite flushed with embarrassment as she knew that he had heard it too.

"I'm a bit hungry myself, so why don't we grab a bit somewhere?" Peter offered to relieve her of her embarrassment.

"S-sure. That sounds nice." She agreed.

Leading the way Peter and Anya began swinging into the city for some food. Peter didn't say where they were going or what they would get but she was up for anything.

"Hey. Is pizza ok? I know this really good place downtown and the owner is really nice. He gives some for free since I helped him out once." Peter asked her.

"Yea. Pizza sounds great." She replied, her mouth watering slightly at the thought of food.

Peter led Anya to their destination, Eddies Pizza. Peter saved the owner from a robbery a long while ago and later helped out the neighbourhood by clearing out some of the gangs

The owner, Eddie, was very appreciative of his work and gave Spider-Man a free pass on his pizza. It was the least he could do for the hero after he went through so much trouble for them.

They landed on top of the pizza place and as Anya sat on the ledge with her legs dangling over the edge, Peter was on the phone to Eddie ordering their pizza.

Anya was feeling a little nervous sitting alone while he ordered them some food. She blurted out that she wanted to hang out with him and started to think that what they were doing was resembling that of a date.

"Hey. Eddie will throw us up our pizzas in a few minutes." Peter said startling Anya.

"Oh. Okay." She replied slightly turning away, hiding the blush on her cheeks.

"So in the mean time... is there anything else on your mind that you want to talk about Anya?" Peter asked curiously.

"N-no. I just... really felt down because I was alone, but you've made me feel a lot better about everything. Thanks spidey." Anya told him with a smile.

Peter was warmed by her response, he will always worry about those he cared for hero or not the people close to him meant the world to him.

His relationship with his trainees Hope, Kamala and Anya were good, he always treated them as equals even though they were younger and less experienced then he was. But he felt closer to Anya due to her being a spider powered hero, it was an added responsibility to him to be a good role model and example of how a web slinging hero should be.

"Don't mention it." He said as he lightly nudged her arm.

Anya responded the same, lightly pushing him but finding herself exerting a bit more force due to his larger frame.

'Wow... he's really strong. I only wanted to push him a little bit but I could barely get him to budge.' Anya thought in shock after her playful act.

'And I could feel his muscles under that suit, it's practically like a second skin I could almost feel-' Anya blushed deeply at her sudden train of thought.

Shaking herself of those intrusive images Anya waited in silence as she and Spider-Man awaited their food to be delivered.

"So... do you do this often?" Questioned Anya, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Hmm. Do I do what often?" He questioned not knowing what she was asking about.

"This. Coming up here after a hard days work or at the end of your patrol and just eat pizza?" She clarified for him.

"Oh this." He said with some emphasis.

"Well... not all the time. Sometimes I do when I get the time." He casually explained.

"But there are times were I'm just so beat that I can barely keep my eyes open. Other times I've been in a long winded fight and can't even think about food." He continued.

"Dose it ever get any easier?" She inquired after hearing how his fights can go for so long and take so much out of him.

"Sometimes." Was all he said.

Anya wasn't sure how to take his response, at face value it seemed that there were easier times when you put on the costume, but his tone made it seem unconvincing, like he was just saying it for her sake so that she wouldn't be worried about the rough times ahead.

She knows how hard it can be, not just from her personal experience but she had followed all the news reports since Spider-Man made his first appearance and she had seen how bad things had gotten for him.

"Why don't I believe you?" She said sadly.

"There... will be times when it gets overwhelming and difficult... when the weight of the world is on your shoulders." He said depressingly.

"But then there will be times were you'll feel great. I mean when I do some of the simpler things like getting cats out of trees or helping the people of the city with smaller mundane things I feel much better about what I'm doing. Knowing that I'm helping people in any way I can when I'm not dealing with some supervillain who wants to destroy the city is gratifying." He said with a smile.

Anya was delighted to hear him say that, most of what she's had to go through was pretty negative and downbeat but to hear her hero and mentor say that there were better times ahead, made her glad that she donned the costume when she did.

Suddenly the rooftop door was thrown open as Eddie the owner arrived with two fresh pizza pies in his hands.

"Here ya go Spider-Man, two pizzas for you and ya gal. Free of charge of course. Enjoy." Eddie said passing off the boxes to Spidey.

"Well actually shes not my... gal." He said defeatedly as Eddie was already leaving and clearly didn't hear what he was saying.

Sighing heavily at Eddies misunderstanding Peter faces Anya with a large smile under his mask, stretching his hands out as to show off the pizzas in his hands.

"Pizzas here." He announced causing her to giggle slightly at his playfulness.

Sitting down beside her Peter hands one of the boxes over to Anya as he places his own on his lap and lifts his mask up over his nose.

"Man this looks good." Peter says to himself as he opens his own.

Anya followed his lead and opened up her own pizza box and her mouth watered at seeing the delicious food, her hunger making itself more prevalent than before at the sight as her stomach rumbled again.

"Oh man, I can't wait to eat this." Anya said taking a good whiff of the hot pizza in front of her.

Taking up a slice of the cheesy delicacy Peter and Anya began to eat in comfortable silence, savouring every single bite they took.

While eating Anya took quick glances at Spider-Man who was eating his own slice, she once again had intrusive thoughts of how this looked. The two of them alone together eating some delicious food on the rooftop at night where no one could possibly see them, it felt more and more like a date and she blushed furiously at the thought.

Taking a closer look at her mentor sat beside her Anya noticed the lack of facial hair across his visible lower face, the jaw line that she couldn't help but gawk at.

She didn't know how old he was but from the small details she was able to gather he couldn't be that much older than her. Definitely in his twenties but not any older than twenty five to be sure.

"H-hey Spidey. Can I ask you something?" Anya hesitantly asked.

"Sure. Go ahead." He replied after gulping down another bite.

"Well... I was just wondering, how old are you?"

Peter choked slightly at the sudden personal question. "Umm. Why do you want to know? That's kinda... personal Anya." He replied.

"It's just... I was wondering... you know a lot about me yet I know next to nothing about you. You've been Spider-Man for a while and I thought asking your age would be the least invasive question I could ask you." Anya explained.

"Huh. Okay, I guess that's fair. I'm... twenty three years old. I've been Spider-Man since I was fifteen." Peter answered before taking another slice of pizza.

'Twenty three. That means he's only five years older than me.' Thought Anya.

"Soo. Uhh, did you get your powers from a ritual too?" She questioned further.

"Ritual? No, I got my powers from a radioactive spider bite while on a field trip." He answered finishing the slice.

'Radioactive spider bite? What were they doing with radioactive spiders?' Anya thought curiously.

"I really enjoyed this spidey. Talking with you, having some pizza. It was really nice." She says with a somber smile.

Peter noticed this and wanted to make sure that she was completely fine before he left to continue his patrol and retire for the night.

"What's wrong Anya?" He asked.

"I... I do feel better. After talking with you that is. But... I'm still going back home, alone. There's no one there anymore... just me." She said with tears forming again.

Setting his pizza box aside Peter wraps his arm around Anyas shoulder and brings her head to rest on his shoulder.

"It's gonna be fine. I promise." He said reassuringly with a slightly stronger grip on her shoulder.

Anya quickly turned and buried her face into the side of his chest tears spilling and lightly dampening his suit, her arms wrapped around his chest her fingers barely touching each other.

Peter was a little surprised by the sudden embrace but quickly shifted to bring her in closer and make her comfortable.

He felt sympathy for her. Even when he lost uncle Ben he still had May to hold on to, when things got bad he knew that she was always a comforting presence and made him feel better.

He couldn't count the times when she or MJ were there to pick up the pieces of his broken or sometimes shattered heart, he understood how important it was to have someone in your corner and unfortunately... she no longer had anyone, the only people in her life now were all costume wearing superheroes who don't really make all the effort to reach out.

There were others like her, with Hope she felt like an outcast even among mutants especially with the whole phoenix incident, but after all was said and done she was one of them and she had others who she could rely on.

As for Kamala, well he may not have had the most connection with her but he knew she still had family and was able to spend time with them.

Anya had no family left and her life as a superhero seriously limited her reaching out to friends. She may have been included in the web warriors but even they aren't the most reliable to reach out to.

Miles and Gwen mean well but they came from entirely different universes, Julia... hasn't been the most attentive Madame Web even though the previous Madame Web, Cassandra, was just as distant she made an effort to check up on him. Jessica is part of the Avengers roster and just like them she often forgets about the threats on the street and has her own life and child to take care of outside of costume. Cindy wasn't even in the city anymore, after being locked up for a decade she decided to finally look for her parents and reconnect with them.

Looking back down at the saddened and weeping Anya Peter felt his heart wretch knowing that she was in pain and having to deal with it on her own. He knew she would move on eventually but that didn't solve the current problem.

She is alone. No one to go home to. No on waiting for her when she gets back. Even if he manages to talk things through with her the moment she gets back home all that pain and emptiness would just come back.

"Hey Anya, why don't you stay with me for a while? Just until you're ready to go back home. That way you won't have to be alone for a while." He offered.

Anya looked shocked, did she hear him right? Did he just offer her a place to stay at his home. More and more did she feel like this was a date but now she was being asked home by her longtime crush, she blushed furiously before silently nodding.

"Alright. Follow me." He said standing up.

A second later he fired off a web line into the city and jumped off the building allowing the momentum to carry him forward in a long arching swing.

Anya was right behind him firing off her own web lines to try and keep up, she was used to travelling by web slinging but she was far below the original.

They swung for a couple of minuets before that stopped at an apartment complex, they transitioned from swinging to climbing as he led her to a window leading into what she assumed was his apartment.

Sliding open the unlocked window Spider-Man entered first followed by Anya who took a quick glance around the inside. It wasn't particularly big easily suiting one or two people and by the looks of it it wasn't well maintained with clutter strewn all around the place.

"Is... is this where you live?" She asked incredulously.

"Yeah. Sorry for the mess." He said apologetically, rubbing the back of his head.

Anya realised that what she said may have sounded insulting and quickly tried to correct herself.

"No no no. It's just a bit untidy, thank you for letting me stay here. It means a lot... I really didn't want to be alone." She corrected.

"It's fine Anya. I'll go and make up the bed for you, I'll stay out here on the couch." He said before heading towards the back.

"What? No, I don't want to take your bed, you take it I'll stay on the couch." She tried to decline.

"Nonsense you need to sleep and the bed is more comfortable than the couch. I insist." He returned.

Sighing in defeat Anya accepted his offer and waited for him to ready his bed for her, in the mean time she decided to look around the rest of the apartment.

Looking at some pictures he had laid out that showed an older looking woman and man with a young boy, some with just the older woman and boy who had grown up a bit, some with a young man with brown hair and brown eyes with what she presumed was his girlfriend who had red hair.

She gazed at the picture for a while, although she didn't know his name or face she knew that this was him, the young man in the picture was Spider-Man.

"The beds all ready for you." Came Spider-Man's voice from behind her.

He noticed that she was holding onto one of his pictures when she turned around after he surprised her.

"Is this you?" She asked already knowing the answer.

"Yea it is." He replied unenthusiastically.

"What's your name?" She questioned.

"It's Peter." Was all he said before removing his mask.

Anya blushed at seeing him in front of her. She had already seen what he looked like thanks to the photo but that only showed his face, now she could see all of him, and after her slight push earlier she got a feel of his strong body.

She took off her own mask and approached the unmasked hero standing in front of her.

"Thank you Peter. For being with me tonight, I really needed you." She said hugging him again.

Peter reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms around her back. "It's no problem Anya. I'm glad I could help you."

Peter led Anya into the room where she quickly retired for the night thanking her hero once again before he left to sleep on the couch.

As she slept her dreams were filled of her crush who she now knew his face and name, or first name at least, a peaceful smile showing as she imagined them together fulfilling her desire to be with her hero and crush for real.

Notes:

(Another one shot chapter complete. Sorry for the delay on this one but I had a hard time writing these two together as there isn't many interactions between them alone and not a lot of other material I've been able to work off or get inspiration from.)

(The next one I'm not sure who I'll work on. In my list it would be Gwen Stacy/Ghost Spider from earth-65, but with the difficulty I had writing this one I think I might work on ones that come easier to me.)

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Chapter 6: Silver Sablinova (Silver Sable)

Peter Parker, otherwise known as the superhero Spider-Man was with the last standing Avenger the Black Widow Natasha Romanoff and the silver haired mercenary Silver Sablinova.

The two had accompanied the web slinging hero of New York on his mission to stop Dr Otto Octavius from activating his machine that would remove the protective layer of the atmosphere and burn the world with the sun.

He had gotten this far by convincing the world leaders that due to global warming that the atmosphere was deteriorating and his machine was the only salvation for them to survive.

Despite his best efforts to prove him wrong Peter was unable to convince the leaders of Ottos nefarious intentions, Otto was dying from radiation sickness in his blood and was using his last moments on the Earth to save it, a lie that Peter was all to familiar with.

Silver was a recent addition to his team as the Avengers were ceremoniously defeated by his enemies the Sinister Six, who Otto then had captured and used his Octo bots to control them. Thankfully Silver showed up when things were getting bad and practically saved the two of them from defeat.

Now they were on route inside Sables private jet named The Swan, utilising it's cloaking technology to be undetected by Otto, to attack his underwater base, stop whoever was left of Ottos forces and prevent his machine from activating.

The mood inside the jet was pretty somber and the tension was rising with every second as the time till activation was dwindling down for them.

Natasha had taken to flying the jet whilst Peter, still wearing his custom suit to handle the Sinister Six, and Sable were in back in deep thought about what was left to come.

Peter was in dismay, the plan that Otto was enacting was beyond crazy but he knew that there was a special brand of crazy that came with his villains, but what made things worse was that he had essentially given the order for heroes around the world to rebel against Otto and destroy his factories. To put their trust in him and believe that he was right while Otto was trying to destroy the planet, he was assured by Sable, who had given him her full confidence after his announcement.

Sable meanwhile was in contemplation about the man before her, Spider-Man was a hero who for a long time has her utmost respect and trust, a feat not many are privileged too.

They had worked together a few times in the last and while they may have disagreed with each others methods they were able to work together to achieve their goals.

She, like many, wondered who was the man behind the mask and while it didn't matter that much to her as it did everyone else she was still curious about it.

Although recently her feelings towards him have changed, the last the two of them met she was in New York celebrating a Parade for Symkaria when she saw Spider-Man in the area, knowing how he operated she knew that there was something going on despite what Mayor Jameson tried to assure her.

A bomb was planted by a rabid group called ULTIMATUM, for purposes she was still unsure of was going to explode during the parade ceremony. Thankfully they were able to beat them and with intervention from Spider-Man he was able to correctly defuse the bomb and save the day.

Mayor Jameson, formerly the head of the city's most renowned newspaper publisher The Daily Bugle, raved on how the incident would not be revealed to others. Spider-Man however, like always, played off the tirade with humour which in this instance she also found humorous.

As a reward for his actions Sable gave Spider-Man a kiss on the lips, although it was prefaced that it was a thanks on behalf of all of Symkaria Sable did find some satisfaction in the kiss and had wished the moment lasted longer but he had other matters to attend to.

Since then she had lingering thoughts on her display of affection, it was uncharacteristic of her to do something as bold as that in front of others even if was just a reward, she never had gave a reward like that and she never kissed anyone who she wasn't involved with.

It's not like he wasn't of good character, everything she's seen from him shows the kind of person he is, regardless of the mask that he wears that man underneath is the one who holds the values and abides by their own moral justifications that are laid bare by Spider-Man.

Whoever he was underneath the mask he was someone who values the lives of others and their well-being and safety.

The more she thought about him the more comforting she became, though her training made her remain calm and cool headed in stressful situations having her thoughts drift to him gave her a greater sense of comfort and safety.

She was more than comfortable in his presence and wouldn't be opposed to the idea of beginning a relationship with the masked vigilante and hopefully she would get the chance should their mission prove successful.

Approaching the hero who had his helmet off but was still wearing a mask Sable began to talk to him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Spider-Man... if I may have a moment?" She asked him.

"Sure. What's on your mind Sable?" He answered.

"I just want you to know that I meant every word I said before. I put my upmost faith in you and I'm with you all the way." Sable told him affectionately.

"Wow. Thanks Sable. For a while I thought you thought I was just some goofball or something." He said surprisingly.

"Well there is the mask and there is the man beneath the mask. And our time together has been one of the fondest moments in my life, but it is the man that I wish to know more of." Sable continued with obvious implications.

"Should be fail here Spider-Man I just want you to know... I-" she was about the confess before he interrupted her.

"We won't fail Sable. We can't. There's too much at stake right now." Peter tells her seriously.

Sable refrains from continuing her attempted confession, leaving the man to his own thoughts and readying for the battle ahead.

'Perhaps he has someone waiting for him when this is all over. It would seem my affection is unwarranted.' Sable thought.

Peter on the other hand had shifted his thoughts from the impending battle to Sable. 'I know what she was going to say. But I can't allow my feelings to get in the way this time. Otto must be stopped and if I accept my feelings for Sable... then I will do everything I can to protect her... and that my cost us in the end.' Peter tells himself.

"Ready up you two, we're minutes away from arriving at the coordinates for Octavius' underwater base." Called out Natasha from the pilots seat.

Peter put his helmet back on and checked the condition of his web shooters, while Sable stood from her seat and readied her trusty pistols.

Inside the Octahedron

Spider-Man and Silver Sable had infiltrated the base while Natasha stayed in the jet to avoid anti aircraft missiles. The two were running through the base trying to reach Octavius before he finalised his evil plan.

"Is it just me or is this going a bit too easy?" Spider-Man said rhetorically to Sable.

"Indeed. We should have seen some activity by now." Sable replied.

Just as she finished speaking a familiar tingle made itself present for the web head, his spider sense was acting up and it seemed to be coming from the wall.

Moving quick Peter jumped towards Sable, grabbing her and moving out of the way before the wall had seemingly exploded.

Looking back to the wall both Sable and Spider-Man were greeted to the sight of Rhino, who was now standing in their way preventing them from moving ahead without fighting him first.

"This ends here Spider-Man." The hulking man said seriously.

"Alexei, whatever Otto told you it was a lie, he's not trying to save the Earth he's trying to destroy it. Trust me I know him better than most." He tried to plead with his villain.

"I already know." Was all he said to Spider-Man.

"What?" He replied in confusion.

"Otto told me everything. And I don't care. The only thing I cared about was my wife, Oksana, and now she's gone. All I wish to do now is make you suffer too." Rhino told him depressingly.

Peter remembered the day when Rhino lost his wife, the hulking man was distraught at her death. He can't imagine how that must have felt, on many occasions his loved ones were in danger and although he did lose Gwen, they weren't married but the pain was all too real.

"Alexei, I know how it feels to lose someone you love, believe me I do... but this isn't going to make things better. Please let us stop Octavius before it's too late." He tried reasoning with him, hoping that he could avoid a fight.

Unfortunately Rhino wasn't letting up, his pain and grief were all that remained for him.

"We do not have time for this." Sable spoke to Peter in a hushed tone. "We are faster than him, perhaps if we take the advantage we could get past him without a prolonged fight."

Before either of them knew Rhino charges directly at the pair of heroes ready to take them down and allow Otto to enact his doomsday plan.

Sable and Peter dodged his attack both jumping away from each other so Rhino moved past them, however he managed to damage the interior of the base and water began to flood inside.

"Spider-Man we must advance on Octavius while we have this chance." Sable commanded.

Rhino had recomposed and was ready for a second attack this time his target was not his long time enemy Spider-Man, but his companion Silver Sable.

Rhino charges once again aiming for Silver directly who was unable to move out of the way from his attack, even with Spider-Man's warning.

Grabbing Sable by the neck, Rhino slammed her down to the ground and held her there as more water flooded the room, Sable tried desperately to remove herself from his grasp but was unable to compared to his strength.

Rushing over to his friend, Peter tried to remove Rhinos grip on Sable but was finding no headway. He knew that once Rhino as you in his grasp there was little chance of escape.

"Alexei please don't do this." He tried pleading again, sounding more like begging.

"I will not let her go Spider-Man. I do not have to beat you to make you suffer, or to stop you from fighting Octavius. All I have to do is make you suffer loss, and I will do that now. I will hold her here and I will not move no matter what, and she will die." Rhino explained with a menacing grin.

"Sable... I- I can't move him." He says with fear in his voice.

"Go Spider-Man. Stop Octavius while you can." Sable tells him.

"What? I can't leave you here." He counters, still trying remove Alexeis hand.

"You must go, you are wasting time. If Octavius succeeds millions of lives will be lost, the lives of my people, the lives of people in your city. You must stop him now." Sable ordered.

Tears began to form in Peters eyes at his new ultimatum, save Sable and risk losing countless lives and possibly the world, or leave Sable to die and save the world from Ottos evil plan.

His responsibility told him that saving the world was the most reasonable choice, but he couldn't just leave someone to die not when he could have done something to stop it.

Peter had removed his grip from Rhinos hand and began to make his way to the door when he took another glance back, Sables head was barely above the water and would be completely covered in moments if nothing was done.

He made a vow before they made their way inside the base, no one dies, and either choice resulted in someone's death or a lot of someone's death.

Firming his resolve Peter clenches his fists and turns around to once again face Rhino and Sable.

"What are you doing? GO... STOP OCTAVIUS!" Sable yells at him.

"I'm sorry Alexei. I hope you see your Oksana soon." Peter says with a somber tone.

Rushing forward Peter jumps at Rhino with his fist reeled back and with a hard blow Peter hit Rhino in the eye dealing incredible damage. An unsettling feeling ran through his body as Rhino began to stagger back from the pain, releasing Sable from his hold.

Rhino covered his eye, yelling in pain as a red substance began to run down his face. Sable slowly recovered and watched as the huge man was in an unbearable pain with blood dripping down his face.

Turning to look at Spider-Man, Sable was shocked to see his knuckles bloodied, knowing exactly what he had done to save her.

"Sable are you alright?" He asked in concern.

"Y-yes I'm fine." She replied flustered a little.

"Then let's go. It's time to stop Octavius." He said extending a hand to help her to her feet.

The two left the Rhino who was now on the ground, the severity and shock of the injury rendering him unconscious, leaving him to the claims of the rushing waters.

Making their way through the rest of the base they were able to make it to the outside of his main console room.

"You ready to finish this Sable?" He asked with a bit of humour.

Sable only nodded in agreement bringing both her pistols up to either side of her face.

Breaking through the door Peter and Sable entered the final room of the base were they would confront the evil Doctor, but what they say was an underwhelming sight.

Doctor Otto Octavius, evil mad scientist who was ready to burn the Earth for his dying wish, was sprawled across the floor meters away from the main console, the radiation poisoning his blood had finally run its course faster than what Otto expected leaving him unable to move as the countdown till doomsday continued.

Quickly Spider-Man was able to reach the console and insert a kill code that stopped the activation of his 'Octaviun Lens' that would allow the sun to incinerate the Earth.

With both heroes looking down at the dying form of Octavius they felt different emotions as he struggled to breathe and cough up blood. Sable felt immense displeasure from being near the horrid man and felt that his death now was justice enough and rightfully deserved. Peter however felt pity for the Doc, no doubt he was in severe pain and was suffering a great deal because of it but he couldn't bring himself to sympathy to him as his past actions and his now failed end of the world plot caused a great deal of pain for others.

"I'm sorry things had to end this way Otto." Peter tells the dying man sincerely.

Otto tried to speak but was only able to cough up more blood, his life was fading fast as his final moments approached.

A sudden explosion inside the base jostled the room and it's occupants, Peter once again rushed towards the console to see what was happening as both he and Sable were confused.

"What is happening Spider-Man?" Sable asked him worriedly.

"I don't know Sable, let me check." Peter said with equal worry.

Peter examined the console trying to find the cause for the explosion they just heard, he was shocked to see that there was a secondary failsafe that would cause the entire base to explode.

"Oh no. This base is going to explode. Sable we need to go now." Peter says leaving the console and grabbing Sables hand.

Sable was surprised, not just by the base about to explode but the fact that the man whom she had developed feelings for and failed to confess to him was now holding her hand, yes it was an emergency and hectic situation but she couldn't help but feel her heart quicken.

Traversing through the nearly flooded base Sable and Spider-Man made it to an escape hatch and departed from the base and waited as the pod floated back to the surface.

During the silence Sable took quick glances at the masked hero, thoughts of the recent events, or rather his recent actions came to mind that she wished to ask him about.

"Spider-Man? Are you alright?" Sable asked genuinely concerned.

"Yea I'm alright, Sable. It's just... Rhino and Ock... I couldn't save them." He said depressingly.

"There was nothing you could do. Otto was too far gone to be saved and Rhino... you saved me from certain death, thank you for that by the way. So just think of it like that." Sable tried to comfort him.

"I know it's just... it all happened so recently that I can't help but think about it." Peter says not looking at her.

Sable could only imagine what he must be going through, she was a mercenary who normally didn't have any qualms with doing what was necessary. But she knew of his one rule, he doesn't kill, and although he didn't outright kill Rhino his injury caused by him contributed to his fate.

Sable wanted to say something comforting, something that would help lift his mood and cheer him up but was unable to find the right words to tell him.

Some Time Later

Sable and Spider-Man were successfully rescued after the pod resurfaced by a ship from Horizon Labs, after which a team of Avengers arrived to survey the damages.

Black Widow, Captain America and Spider-Woman were some who arrived to assist in the search while Sable and Spider-Man were given their own quarters to recuperate after such a long hard fought battle.

Sable was preoccupied with thoughts of her home, to which she would return to after the scavenging was completed, as in a previous battle with the one called Mysterio, as she saw an illusion that showed her home, her people and her family being scorched by the suns rays.

This was one of the few moments she ever felt weak and helpless as she watched how her country was seemingly decimated, the sight driving her to tears and falling to her knees in grief and sadness, it was only after the arrival of the illusion Octavius that her sadness was replaced by anger, then again replaced with relief once Spider-Man removed the illusion.

Peter however was primarily thinking of Rhino and Octavius and how they had perished in the last fight. Sable was right... Otto was never going to make it in his condition and Rhino had resigned himself to death... but he planned on taking Sable with him, and he used incredible force to cause serious harm to his foe.

He looked at his gloved hand imagining the blood red stain of Rhinos blood coating it and dripping off his hand. The water had washed it all off by the time he reached the surface but the vivid imagery of what transpired flooded his thoughts.

Suddenly a knock on the door startles Spider-Man and he puts his helmet back on before opening it up.

He is greeted to the sight of Captain America and Spider-Woman, both of whom had looks of sympathy and sadness on their faces.

"Hey guys what's up?" He asked in a neutral tone.

"We just our first report from the scavengers in the base. I'm sorry Spider-Man but they've confirmed the bodies of the Rhino and Doctor Octavius, they are deceased." Steve Rogers tells him with some sadness.

Peter already had a feeling that both villains perished, Rhino wasn't exactly dead from the blow he'd received but he wasn't sure if he had managed to escape. Otto on the other hand was pretty much at deaths door so it wasn't too surprising to hear that he was actually dead.

"I'm sorry spidey. I know that you never kill you villains but this was just unavoidable, I hope you know that." Jessica tried to console him after hearing the news.

"I'm fine Jess. To be honest I already suspected that they both died. It's just that everything's happened so suddenly and recently that I can't help but think about it." Peter explains to the pair.

"That's understandable son. Take all the time you need to recover and to process everything." The Captain said before signalling for Jessica to leave.

Jessica placed her hand on Peters shoulder and gently squeezed it, a final show of comfort before both she and the Captain left him.

Peter resigned himself to his quarters, preferring to be left alone for the time being.

Sable was otherwise unfazed by the events outside of the illusion she experienced but she couldn't help but think about Spider-Man. She knew he never killed and wanted nothing more than to comfort him and reassure him but this wasn't something that she could just make go away.

He feels responsible for what happened and there was nothing she could to change that, he would need to deal with the conflicted feelings he's experiencing right now on his own.

Weeks Later

Silver Sable had taken a long vacation after the whole Octavius world ending plot. She returned to her home of Symkaria and was elated by everything she saw, she loved her country and its people but seeing the illusion of its destruction really affected her so when she returned she looked across her country with a new found fondness.

She decided soon after that she was in need of a break, she was always working for the betterment of her nation and rarely had the time to herself and with her near death experience by the literal hands of the Rhino, she felt a long rest was more than deserved.

She knew that she would be returning to her duties as she was the main provider for the countries income but that wasn't going to stop her from enjoying a little time to herself.

However she could not fully enjoy her time as her thoughts drifted to the web slinger. She was unable to speak to him again after they were rescued from the base and her subsequent return home.

She was able to keep informed of his activities through news reports from New York but it wasn't enough. She knew that the inner turmoil of his decisions that day were still eating away at him.

Not to mention that he seemed to be a bit more violent when it came to handling crime, especially when one of his villains were involved, she recalled a video of his beat downs on a villain that worried her, his display of aggression showed that he wasn't going to be taking any more risks in pulling his punches like he had done when he saved her from Rhino.

In an attempt to learn more about the arachnid hero Sable ordered her team the Wild Pack to head to New York and survey the hero and if possible to ascertain his identity.

To her surprise her men had worked diligently enough to indeed find out who the man behind the mask was, after she learned that bit of information researching him became a trivial task.

She was impressed with what she saw of him, a young handsome man with good features, a head of messy brown hair and matching brown eyes that she could look into for hours on end. Her impression was also met with great sympathy and understanding as she was able to read into some of his personal history.

Her heart was in pieces when reading his file, so much pain and loss in his life and he was still within his early twenties. She remembered how it was for her when she went through that kind of loss and she was only further impressed by his own determination to be a hero.

Deciding that enough was enough Silver reached out to the wall crawler and invited him to her private yacht to discuss an 'important matter.' And now she was waiting on said yacht for the spider clad hero to make his appearance.

"So you wanted to discuss some important matter with me?" Came the voice of Spider-Man who was perched on the railing of the yacht.

Smiling at the sound of his voice Sable removed her shades to look at the hero in front of her. "Yes Spider-Man I did." She confirmed.

"So... what is it? You need help with a job or something, and what's with the yacht? It's not really the meeting place I would expect to come to." He rambled on much to her delight.

"No no Spider-Man nothing like that. And as for the yacht? If you must know I am currently on vacation. With a new found fondness for the simpler things in life I decided it was high time I had a little break. Is that satisfactory to you?" Sable explained with a little smirk.

"Oh. Then... why did you call me here?" He asked curiously as it wasn't like Sable to just call him out of the blue if it wasn't for a job.

"Well first things first, would you like a drink? Peter." Sable said coyly.

The lenses on his mask widened to there maximum showing his utter surprise that she called him by his name.

"What? How did you?" He stuttered, his brain firing on all cylinders.

"I ordered my Wild Pack to observe you. And if all possible discover your identity. To my surprise they had gone above and beyond and disclosed your identity to me, don't worry I made sure that they were to keep everything a secret." Sable tells him, trying to ease his conscious after revealing his identity.

Sighing in defeat Peter removes his mask and looks at Sable with a bit of a lopsided grin. The time to chastise himself his carelessness when it came to his secret identity would come later.

Sable smiled when she gazed upon his face, it surely was better then looking at pictures of him that she could find.

She also noticed how he seemed to shift uncomfortably and was trying to mask his growing blush. Watching his movements she noticed how he was looking at her up and down and she realises why he was becoming nervous.

Peter had been eyeing Sables form as she was dressed in a two piece swimsuit that perfectly showed her form and matched the colour of her hair. It really worked with her and somehow made her look even more attractive to him than she already was, it wasn't a hard thing to admit as anyone with eyes could tell you that Silver Sablinova was one of the most beautiful women in the world.

Smiling mischievously Sable decided to tease him a little now she knew what he was doing. "Like what you see Mr. Parker." She said with a bit of mirth.

Peter face became even more red and he couldn't muster any words to say to her. She laughed lightly at his playful reaction and ceased her torment of the young man.

"Anyways... I asked you here for a more... personal matter." Sable said with her usual demeanour.

"Y-yea. And what would that be?" He questioned trying to compose himself.

"Well you see, I have decided that I would like for you to be my suitor. We will wed and you shall become my King." She said as a matter of factly.

"Wait wait wait... you want ME to be King. Sable I'm honoured and all but being King isn't really... well, me. I wouldn't know the first thing about being a King or if I would be a good one." Peter tried to deflect.

Sable waved his concerns away before speaking. "Nonsense. You would be an excellent King. You care for everyone equally, you are kind hearted and fair and above all else... a good man. There would be no one better suited to be my King than you." She began to say moving closer to him.

Peter was scratching his head at her literal proposal for him to be her husband and King. He did like her and he accepted those feelings after the whole Ock fiasco but this was a huge leap for someone who he really wasn't even in a relationship with.

Draping her arms around his neck Sable brought his attention back to her as they looked in each other's eyes.

"Pleas tell me, at what point did I say you had a choice in this. You WILL be my King." She said with seriousness.

Peters eyes widened a bit with fear hearing her basically force him into marriage and roll as King. But the more he thought about it the more he grew to like the idea of at least being her husband, the King stuff he wasn't sure on but to actually be married to her... he was happy with the thought.

"Okay Silver. I'll do it. I'll marry you and be King." He confirmed with a smile.

Sable could only kiss him deeply at hearing him accept her proposal. Breaking away Peter spoke again about his concerns of his coming position of royalty.

"I'm still not sure how being a King is going to work out though." He bemused.

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that. Consider it as a title, I will still handle matters that concern the country. You won't have any duties to uphold. You may only need to be by my side and attend certain matters that are necessary." She relieved him of his worries.

Peter felt completely relieved knowing that he wasn't really going to be put in charge of anything. That was a whole lot of responsibility and power he just wasn't ready for.

Bringing him closer so that she was whispering into his ear Sable said one final thing. "Although you will have one 'certain' duty to uphold. And that would be to ensure that you give me an heir to the throne." She said with some playfulness.

Peters face turned red once again at the implications of what she said, he could only chuckle lightly in nervousness as he thought about what now lay ahead of him.

Notes:

(Another one shot complete. I have had a few ideas for a Silver Sable and Spider-Man one shot chapter and I will probably dedicate a different story to them. One that's separate from both this and the Silver Spider story I'm working on. Most of the ideas are in the main 616 universe and focus around the ends of the earth storyline and the following Goblin Nation arc but there are some in the PS4 verse. Let me know if you guys would be interested in reading them, I'll still probably make them but if it's something you would like to see sound off in the comments.)

(I originally planned to go in order of when I made each chapter but I have had some difficulties in making the one for Anya that I skipped it for now. Certain points I will cover and mention but stringing them together in the way I want is proving difficult at the moment.)

(I'll be working on both Anya and the next character in my list which is Gwen Stacy from Earth-65. This chapter didn't take me long as Silver and Peter are my personal OTP and I can right them together a lot easier than the rest.)

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Chapter 7: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Gwen Earth 65)

Gwen had experienced a lot ever since she was bitten by that radioactive spider and her life was changed forever as she took up hero-ing as the super-heroine Spider-Woman. However her name went through some changes and for a time was dubbed the Ghost Spider and to others she was nicknamed Spider Gwen.

She initially saw some of the personal advantages that her powers gave her but just like all those who develop these spider powers she went through a terrible loss that altered her way of thinking.

She lost Peter Parker. At least her worlds version of Peter Parker. And just like all the other versions of Spider-Men and Women she felt personally responsible and guilty for his death.

He was bullied so so much by others and she wasn't able to protect him from it, he was inspired by her, or at least the Ghost Spider anyway, and he wanted to be just like her.

Unfortunately he went through a horrible process in which he transformed himself into a lizard monster and she had to stop him. She didn't know it was him to begin with and when he was beaten... he lost his life shortly after. She was inevitably blamed for his death.

She wandered in sorrow and despair for a long time after that. She accepted more responsibility for her powers and what she could do with them.

She acted more heroic than before, abandoning the personal high that her new found powers gave her and in their place a deeper sense of responsibility set it and she made sure to make a proper name for herself as a heroine.

However things changed drastically when she was called forth to engage in the multiversal event against the deadly inheritors, a group of mystical vampire like people who feasted on spider-totems, like herself.

Unbeknownst to her the greater web of life and destiny centred on one person in particular, Spider-Man, and a very particular Spider-Man. The Spider-Man from Earth 616 to be exact who was in fact Peter Parker.

There were many versions of Peter Parker within the multiverse and a great deal of them were also Spider-Man, but this one in particular was different, not because he was the so called 'centre of the web of life', but because he seemed the most like her Peter.

He was a science nerd who was bullied incessantly by others, especially by his so called best friend Flash Thompson, was a genius in his own right and above all else had good heart.

She was surprised to learn though that there was a version of her in his own world, a Gwen Stacy much like her. But unfortunately she was dead, killed by Norman Osborne the Green Goblin.

Peter blamed himself for her death just as she blames herself for his, he told her that she was everything he could have asked for, smart, beautiful, popular and a loving and caring person at heart. Which was why it was so surprising that she had taken an interest in the unimportant, boring and nerdy Peter Parker.

But he loved her all the same, and he knew she felt the same. It was just unfortunate that her life was cut short and in such a tragic way.

She could tell by the way he always looked at her that he saw her, his Gwen, and felt the need to look out for her. That he needed to protect her lest she die again. She thought it was sweet that even though she had powers all to herself he still wanted to protect her and save her. So selfless.

Although she too wanted to make sure he was safe, it was to a far less degree to what he had felt. Maybe because deep down she could separate the two Peters, that despite their similarities shown in the two counterparts, her Peter was dead.

Dealing with the inheritors didn't make things any easier they were out to kill them and consume their souls, their connection to the web of life and even in some cases to actually eat them. The other Peter was made aware of that in a very brutal fashion when Morlun had ripped his eye out and ate it right in front of him.

She shivered at the thought even though the inheritors are gone and their battle with the monsters was over the damage they inflicted, the scars they left traumatised them all the same.

After the battle, and a brief mourning period for all the other spider people who were killed in the onslaught of the Inheritors, everyone was sent back home to their original dimension. But she wasn't so sure she wanted to.

Thanks to some interference from both Madame web and the master weaver she was allowed to travel to 616 and live in that universe.

She could tell the differences between her Peter and the one who became Spider-Man, but he was still the same person on the inside. The same heart. She didn't want to let that go anymore than he wanted to part ways with her.

Travelling to the other universe was no problem, but the issue rose with how she would live there. Her counterpart was dead so she couldn't exactly pick up where she left off, she basically doesn't exist in this world so she has no one other than the other heroes to rely on, especially the spider themed heroes of this world.

She got to know the spider heroes well when they fought together but now she decided to get a bit more personal with them.

She met Jessica Drew otherwise known as Spider-Woman, she did not originate like most of the spider powered heroes of the multiverse in which she was bitten by a radioactive spider. She was sick due to exposure from radiation and she was experimented on with spider blood in order to heal her, it worked but she then found herself in the clutches of HYDRA.

She was very interested in her story as apparently she was considered as a poison to the web or specifically to the inheritors. Due to her not having been bitten by a spider and obtaining her powers she was irradiated and given some properties of a spider.

She then met Silk or Cindy Moon, which was a bit of a troubling situation as she had met the Cindy Moon of her world... and let's just say they weren't exactly best friends. In fact they were enemies. So meeting with this hero version of her was pleasant enough.

Although she was surprised to learn of her role in this greater web they were all a part of. She was given the totem of the bride which caused her to have a very... interesting... relationship with Peter, as they were both bitten by the same spider and emitted the same pheromones which... drew them together to put it lightly.

Following that she met both Anya and Miles who've had experience with their abilities for a while but were still basically rookies in the web slinging hero business. Especially Anya who really came into her own once she found her greater purpose in the web but Gwen still felt that she got into this hero thing a little too young and had to endure such hardships for her age.

Thankfully she didn't have to fend for herself for long as here came Peter, swinging knight as always, offering up whatever space he had in his crummy beaten up apartment for her.

She couldn't stop the blush running across her face when he asked, nor could she form a single sentence to express any form of gratitude towards him merely stuttering through what sounded like hesitation before he courted her off to his place.

Peter had a single bedroom in the apartment and it 'could' fit both of them if they were to get quite close but he wasn't going for it. He offered the bed in its entirety to her while he stayed on he couch, he made a few jokes about how it was more comfortable than the bed or how he's slept on it more than the bed so it wasn't a big deal to him.

But it was for her.

She spent soo long trying to get over Peters death, her Peters death, and just as she's about to make the final transition back into the world... the world falls apart and a multiversal escapade of shenanigans happen that lead her to this Peter.

Now she's laying in his bed, a few feet from him in another room and her heart won't stop beating. Her face once again taking on a reddish hue when she settles in the bed more, thinking about him and how often he must have slept in it.

She wishes she could just close her eyes and call it a night but her mind is running a mile a minute with no stop in sight.

She eventually closed her eyes and she drifted off into slumber where her dreams were filled with Peter, his more mature features and face coming into clear view, the deep chocolate orbs for eyes that are so serious but so innocent at the same time, the un-ruling brown locks that were worsened by his mask and built up sweat.

She smiled peacefully at his face but as the night progressed to the morning she awoke with a saddened smile, she remembers her Peter and thinks about what could have been. If only she was there for him, to support him and stop him from turning himself into a monster just so he could stop being bullied by everyone.

Then she thinks about this Peter. His kindness and endearing heart was all too familiar. If only people knew how he was back in her world...

She reluctantly left the comfort of the bed and wandered to the kitchen where Peter was currently making some breakfast for the two of them. The smell of burnt food didn't escape her also.

"Whatcha doin there Parker?" Gwen said startling him.

"Oh Gwen, you're awake." He said surprised by her presence.

"Yep. So what are you cooking. Or trying to cook, anyway?" She asked humorously.

"Well... uh... I was trying to make you some breakfast in bed. But I forgot about the toast while I was making some wheat cakes, so it burnt." He said defeatedly, gesturing to the tray of wheat cakes and some orange juice beside him.

She strutted forward and inspected the tray of food, or just wheat cakes, and smelled it before picking one up and taking a bite.

Her face morphed when the flavour hit her taste buds, they were delicious. Peter could see the delight on her features and he let out a sigh of relief knowing she liked it.

"Wow Peter. This is amazing. How'd you make these?" She asked inquisitively.

"Oh, these were my aunt Mays recipe. I don't do them any justice. They're good but trust me if you had one of hers... they'll blow you away." He said sheepishly.

"I wouldn't sell yourself short there Peter. These are great. But if you're so sure that hers are soo much better then you can treat to some later." She said grabbing a few more from the tray.

"Ok. I'll try to get something arranged." He said.

"Good. Then it's a date." She said teasingly.

Peters faced flushed at her comment. He usually got teased before, especially when it came to girls flirting with him, a certain feline themed thief came to mind. But this felt different, maybe because it was Gwen, or some version of her say this that he felt so flustered.

"Uhh... y-yea... sure. No problem." He stuttered.

Gwen raised her eyes but didn't pay it too much attention as she smacked on another wheat cake.

"So... what are you doing today? Patrolling as usual." She asked changing the subject.

"Yeah probably. I've nothing else going on and I usually try to patrol whenever I can." He replied.

"Mind if I tag along. I'm bored just sitting around here doing nothing. I only got into the whole hero thing back in my world recently so I'd like to see what it's like from a pro." She asked with a sly smile.

"Sure." He answered.

Gwen noticed his dry response. Did he not really want her to join but was just being kind to bring her along. She was curious why he sounded so... off, she wasn't gonna pry but although he was comforting and open he seemed to be acting strange this morning. It couldn't be from her earlier tease.

He left to get changed into his suit while she waited at the table, eating few more wheat cakes, until he was ready and she could change into her costume too.

It wasn't long, years of being Spider-Man showing clearly as his change from normal clothing into his reds and blues was almost instantaneous, and she proceeded to change herself.

Her white and black suit with the additional hood on the back was her trademark look, it was different to most other spider suits that feature a heavy use of red or blue. This outfit was all her, in every way she designed it.

The two left soon after and began their usual patrol of the city, looking out for the low life's who committed crime so early in the day, or just surveying the area for anyone who could use a hand.

She could tell there was something wrong with Peter as he swung, the usual flare he displayed nonexistent as he swung through the city, his lack of conversation which was always a habit of his was nowhere to be found here.

Something WAS wrong, and it wasn't just because of her earlier teasing. And she was going to find out what.

How though? She wasn't sure.

She could be straight and ask him, but she was sure that he would deflect and not answer her. Giving some lame excuse before swinging faster and 'getting distracted' when something else came along.

She could work around him, look a bit into his life and avoid a direct confrontation. But she wasn't sure if that was for the best, her sneaking around behind his back when they were supposed to have trust in each other.

Maybe she could continue to watch him throughout the day, maybe there was something to be had there. But if it wasn't something she could physically see then it would almost be a waste of time if whatever's wrong with him is just eating away at him on the inside.

Shaking her head free from her predicament she followed him to what appeared to be a car chase, if the speeding car swerving to miss colliding with oncoming vehicles was any indication.

She was so caught up in her thoughts she completely missed him pointing it out and there was a bit of a gap between them as they swung down to the chase. Thankfully he hadn't noticed.

Peter was fast to the scene and swung closer to the vehicle to try and land on top and subdue the passengers. They weren't sure if this was just a simple car jacking or a getaway from a robbery, but it didn't matter. They needed to be stopped before they caused a bigger incident.

Gwen was catching up to him, her ears now taking in the sound of loud pops as she recognised the machine gun fire from the car. Peter was swinging erratically to avoid the shots.

He had gotten close enough were he could web the vehicle and slingshot himself forward to land on the hood of the car, although he soon had to move as the roof was being shot through.

Perching alongside the car Peter reaches through the window and grabbed the arm of the passenger, he tried to resist and break free from the grasp but his superior strength thwarted that effort easily.

He pulled him far enough out the window where he was able to web him up and attach him to a passing street light. The passenger flew out from the window and collided with the light, his body entirely encompassed in the webbing. He sighed in defeat as his struggling did nothing to get him free of the sticky substance.

Gwen finally caught up and was swinging over head, watching as he worked his way round the car.

She too webbed the car and landed on its roof ready to assist him wherever he needed.

"What can I do to help?" She asked loudly over screeching tires.

"Keep him busy, I'm gonna web the back and bring him to a stop. When it's slowed down get him." He directed.

She nodded with his plan and moved to be at the drivers side door, he jumped off and continued to swing along side until they came to a straightaway where he had the space to pull off his plan.

Gwen reached through the window to grab a hold of the man and keep him centred on the road preventing him from avoiding Peters webbing.

He struggles against her grip and tries to shake her off and turn off the road but her strength prevents him from doing so. Quickly grabbing his gun he points it out the window at Gwen, but she lets go for a moment so she can web his hand and gun together, clogging it and taking his other hand out of action.

She reached for his arm again kept him focused on the road ahead as Peter lines himself up to the back of the car.

Firing two web lines Peter attaches himself to the car as it continues down the street, pulling with all the force he has he gradually brings the car to a slow speed but he losing some ground and will most likely get pulled with the car when it speeds off again.

Gwen then took over her part and yanked the man free from the vehicle, his foot no longer on the accelerator bringing the car to a halt letting Peter relax his grip.

The man is thrown off to the side once he's removed and he is quickly webbed down by the duo and hung up to the street light for police to arrive.

"All in a days work." He said cheerily.

He raised his hand to her for a high five, which she reciprocated greatly smacking his hand with a bit of strength and giving a slight giggle too.

When she finished giggling however she could see the change in Peters mood and demeanour when he seemed to slouch over slightly and his lenses on his mask shrank emulating how his own eyes must have closed slightly.

"You okay?" She asked concerned.

"Yea. I'm fine." He coldly replied before firing a web line and swinging away.

Gwen was left on the ground watching as Peter swung off back on patrol, she was worried that he was now trying to avoid her. Maybe it was time to find out what was going on.

She called him through her masks built in communicator and explained that she wasn't following him and was going to patrol in a different area so they could cover more ground.

This was a lie however.

She instead swung far back behind him and watched as he did what he normally did on his patrols.

Nothing really happened that was a cause for concern for her, no villains appeared where she needed to intervene and help out and then nervously explain how she got their so fast when she had supposedly gone a different way.

He had slowed down considerably as the day gone on, he wasn't tired by any means but he seemed... distracted. Something was definitely on his mind and was taking a front seat.

She watched as he ducked into an alley and changed out of his suit and was now walking about as plain old Peter Parker. He made his way down the street before he stopped off at a flower shop.

Curiosity provoked Gwens mind as to why he was there, she figured he was getting flowers but for who? Who were those flowers for and why was it such a burden on his mind where he seemed distant.

Not long after he left the floral shop with a small bouquet of flowers in hand, delicately held in his hand as his eyes barely pulled away from them as he continued walking back to the alley.

Emerging once again in his spider suit he swung away with the flowers in hand, careful not to damage them from the winds when swinging at such speeds.

She followed as best she could without alerting him that she was close behind him.

He kept going for a while heading not to any landmark or graveyard, they were heading out from the city so it wasn't likely he was going to visit someone and give them flowers. She grew curiouser and curiouser with each passing moment.

He seemed to be slowing down as he began approaching a bridge, when his webs couldn't reach the top of the bridge he landed on the side and continued crawling up to the very top, standing over the edge as he looked out over the waters.

She could see him crouch down and put the flowered on the bridge, he sat there for a moment before he reached up and took his mask off.

Gwen was sure that this was what was wrong with him all day and decided to carefully approach him.

She landed behind him and without turning around he started to speak to her.

"You were following me the whole time, weren't you?" He said coldly.

"Yes. Sorry but... I was worried something was wrong. You've been... weird all day and I just wanted to know what was wrong." She replied honestly.

He didn't immediately respond, instead he stood up and continued looking at the flowered at his feet.

"This... was were it happened." He said ominously.

"Where what happened?" She asked puzzled.

"Where she died. Where... Gwen died."

She was shocked to hear him say that, he had gone to the place her counterpart had died. But... why now? Why today?

"So... this was why? Why you've been to distant today?" She asked him.

"Mhmm." He grumbled out.

"But why today? Why were you so distant by it today... unless-" she began before Peter finished her question for her.

"She died today." Was all he said before a silence enveloped them.

Gwen didn't know what to say at the moment. What could she have said? This was were she died, he told her she was dead in this world back when they first met during the whole spider verse thing. But she didn't know how, where or when.

She now knew two of them, she died here in this bridge on this very day however many years ago. And with deep regret and sentiments she asked him for the third.

"How... how'd she die?" She hesitantly asked.

She could see him visibly tense up as the question left her mouth, undoubtedly she had hit a sensitive nerve by prying into this deep wound but... she had to know.

"Norman Osborne. The Green Goblin. He..." He fell silent as he held back the tears that began to form.

She couldn't see it, but she could tell what was happening.

"He threw her off the bridge. I-I tried... to save her... I tried to... I tried to..." He repeated as the tears fell, his voice breaking up and trembling recounting that night.

He couldn't bear the pain any longer and the tears became uncontrollable, pouring out of his eyes like a river flow. He sobbed as his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees holding his head with his hand covering his eyes.

Gwen rushed towards him and hugged him from behind, she was on her knees too but kept her back straight as Peter slouched. His head resting on her chest just barely below her chin.

She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to calm him down.

"It's okay... it's okay." She repeated over and over lightly shushing him as his cries died down in intensity.

"I know you did your best to save her. And I know that you blame yourself for it but you have to understand... none of it was your fault." She said soothingly.

He continued to let the tears fall from his eyes, the tears streaking down his cheeks before either soaking into his or Gwens suit or falling to the ground.

"I loved her... so much." He said barely above a whisper.

"I know Peter."

"And you... remind me so much of her. When I saw you this morning... I couldn't help it. That bright smile... cute little laughter... it was just like hers." He told her taking short breaths in-between.

Gwen thought about what he said and cast her mind back to the morning, it must have been difficult for him to see the woman he loved standing there in front of him... on the anniversary of her death.

"I know how you feel Peter." She said lowly.

Peter raised his head to look at her in the eyes and Gwen could see the streaks of tears clearly on his face.

"I lost my Peter, remember?" She said as small tears formed in her eyes too.

"It took me a while to get over it, and before I knew it... I'm thrown into a multiverse filled with Peter Parker's. But you... you were the most like him, my Peter." She explained.

Peter and Gwen stared at each other for a moment as silence fell around them, blocking out the sounds of the noisy city below, it was just them. Not Spider-Man and Ghost Spider.

But Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy. Lovers from a different across two different worlds... different universes, but here they were reunited again in a way that was unexpected but fulfilling all the same.

Their heads slowly fell together and their foreheads touched, their eyes closing as they took a small comfort in being close with each other.

Opening their eyes again they could see the love and adoration in each other's eyes, as if they were together all this time. Never separated by an entire multiverse, and they leaned in close again their lips lightly connecting as they got comfortable.

Pulling away slowly their was a swelling in their chests and they each spoke the words they had been longing to say.

"I love you Gwen Stacy."

"I love you too Peter Parker."

Once again they kissed, deeper than before, their hands moved to hold each other close. A serenity set over them as their embrace deepened, the sun setting behind them made the scene look all the more romantic. Undoubtedly a happy accident that really made the moment memorable for them.

Separating from the kiss both Peter and Gwen had deep red blushes on their faces. "T-that... that was amazing." Peter breathed out.

Gwen moved slightly away as she hid her face in her hands not letting him see her so flustered.

"Is something wrong?" He asked worries if he did something wrong.

"I... I never... kissed my Peter. This would be my first." She said embarrassingly.

Peter chuckled slightly and moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on top of hers. "Well? How was it?" He asked calmly.

"Incredible." Was all she said.

"I'm glad." He replied.

"Cmon, let's go home... Gwen." He said walking away and putting his mask back on.

She did the same and followed quickly behind him as he jumped from the bridge and fired a web line.

Their swinging was so different from earlier that day, were Peter was distant and tense due to his grieving over the anniversary of this Gwens death, he now was fluid again. Swinging with that carelessness that was somehow planned and methodical at the same time, making sure to keep close to her as he did.

She could tell that he was smiling brightly underneath his mask, it was something that he would do regardless. And no one knew Peter better than her... and no one knew Gwen better than Peter.

"Hey! Race you back to the apartment." She called out, firing another web line and rushing forward leaving him behind.

Peter was frozen for a moment before a mischievous grin formed on his hidden face, he wasn't going to lose.

The two continued through the city, taking the scenic route as they did, swinging almost side by side as they overtook each other on their race back to his apartment.

She laughed seeing him so determined to get ahead that playfulness never left him and no matter the Peter Parker, no matter the universe, he would always be the same nerdy dork with an insatiable need for science. And she was happy with that. She loved him all the same.

He watched her swing alongside him, her laughter almost infectious. He never thought he could replace Gwen when she died, he did genuinely love those who he dated after her passing. But she was different... perfect even. And he felt an emptiness when she was gone, but never in his wildest dreams did he think he would replace Gwen with... well, Gwen. A slightly different, spider powered Gwen from an alternate universe.

But she was still Gwen, all in all, and he loved her like he'd always known her... like he'd never lost her to Norman.

A small tear escaped his eye when he realised how much happier his life would be now with her by his side once again.

Notes:

(Sorry for the long wait for this chapter, I want to make each chapter with each character unique to them so it takes a bit of time to come up with a story that makes sense and fits the pairing.)

(I don't know how long each of these could take but hopefully the next few characters will be easier to come up with.)

Chapter 8: Hela (Goddess of Death)

Hela, Goddess of Death and ruler of the underworld Niflheim was sat upon her throne a scowl strewn across her face. She was bored being alone in the underworld filled with lost souls screaming for eternity.

She desired a companion of sorts, a champion if you will, someone who could stand beside her for that eternity.

She long awaited for the moment where she could rain chaos on the inhabitants of Midgard, more commonly known as the planet Earth where in which lived the team known as the Avengers, 'Earths Mightiest Heroes'.

She scoffed at the name, as far as she was concerned they were nothing more than ants pretending to be giants. As ruler of the underworld she herself had bared witness to countless warriors whose feats where legendary and easily quashed that of the Avengers.

Her hatred for the group was furthermore intensified by the fact that Thor, God of Thunder was an associate and member of the Avengers.

When it came to warriors and heroes his was the most notable, plucked from the very essence of a warriors spirit Thor accomplished many feats during his long life as an Asgardian and keeper of the realm.

She had attempted to overthrow Midgard and bring her undead army to Earth and conquer it and rule over it as a new underworld. But thanks to the aforementioned heroes and Thor, she was stopped and repelled back to her own realm of darkness.

She tried to convince Thor to join her side, as she had previously set her sights on making him her champion, and rule over them together.

However he rejected her offer and swore allegiance to the humans and protected them, fought her forces with the heroes and sent her away.

She dug her nails into her throne breaking the stone armrests at the thought of her previous defeat. But she couldn't mope for all eternity, so after she had cleaned her wounds she was ready for a second strike, all she needed was an opportunity and more so a target.

Someone who she could take as her own, someone strong yet also gullible and easily manipulated into doing her bidding. This didn't have to be her champion but if she somehow managed to find someone who fit the bill then she could kill two birds with one stone.

Her choices were obvious however, the ones most suited for the role were the said heroes of Midgard. The Avengers. Or perhaps even some of the other heroes who are not directly affiliated with them. She recalled the mutants calling themselves the X-Men who possessed rather curious abilities.

Some proved to be strong willed and fortified their minds to resist influence, there were those who simply did not interest her in the slightest for a plethora of reasons or they simply lacked the means to carry out her demands.

Her scowl shifted to that of thoughtfulness as she tried to find the perfect subject who suited her needs.

She observed the planet and all its heroes to see if there was someone who she missed, someone she may have overlooked.

That's when her eyes feasted upon the red and blue costumed hero, he was a resident of New York, the same place the Avengers resided yet he himself was not a fully fledged member. He showed rather curious skills and eye opening feats that she would dare say resembled that of a true warrior spirit.

He moved rather strangely through the air although she could tell it was not flying... more like swinging. With constant ups and downs with his body moving in an arch.

Yes, the heroes she was now observing was none other than Spider-Man.

He fought against her too but he played a rather small role, although that was to be expected when a mere mortal faced a God, or Goddess in this case, who was facing a God herself.

She peered into his soul hoping to find a dark spot, a corruptible blemish on his essence which she could influence and manipulate. Every human had one, something deep down that they longed for. A desire untold and hidden to the world in fear, many wished for power in some shape or form, wealth and riches beyond imagination, undivided and complete devotion from others a lustful desire.

She was surprised when she found none, not a single blemish to his soul. She had never seen something like this before, it was unheard of, even those heroes of old had weaknesses within that they couldn't overcome. But here was someone, a mere mortal human no less, with an undamaged soul.

She could see despair and regret carved into his soul but intertwined with love and compassion. Suffering was an easy in to someone's mind and to manipulate them, but he had overcome this, that despair and regret were mere footnotes in his relatively short life.

All humans have regrets, it is why they wish to change things, a regret for something done that should be undone or vice versa. Yet he moved on from his regrets, not wishing to change the past like all those before had but to change the future. To right the wrong that came from it, by moving forward instead of being held back.

She was fascinated by him, she needed to know more about this... curious human who defied expectations from the Goddess of Death herself.

She easily found his identity, something that he tried to keep secret, Peter Parker. Now all she needed was a way to observe him proper, staying on the side and viewing him from her realm would not suffice.

What she saw here and what she 'could' see from there would make all the difference in his perception from her eyes. A flaw or weakness to be exploited.

The obvious choice would be to go there herself but such an act could not go undetected, the other Gods moreover Odin and quite possibly Thor would take notice and immediately face her again.

Not to mention the power it would take to forcibly open a portal from Niflheim to Midgard, it was impossible to remain unnoticed.

Fortunately however, something strange was happening to the realms. A complete blackout covering the realms, meaning she could leave her realm and travel to Earth without notice.

It was as if fate was on her side.

She gathered as much magical force she could and ripped a hole through the realms, in front of her lay a rift that showed New York and all its glory.

She stepped through and the rift closed behind her, leaving her realm until she was able to claim the spider as her champion and bring him back.

Hela emerged in New York, a secluded place where she could remain unseen by anyone especially the Avengers.

She then conjured another spell which was to disguise herself to better fit in to the world around her and not stick out in her normal appearance.

Her normal appearance of being at least seven foot tall being a huge give away she now looks to be five foot nine, she retains her green eyes and long flowing black hair in addition to some green highlighted tips.

Her clothes and cloak changing to more regular and commonly worn clothes like shirt and pants, both in dark colours representing primary black and dark Green mirroring her previous clothing.

"Hmm. I suppose this will do as a disguise. Now little spider... it's time we meet." Hela says to herself.

Meanwhile Spider-Man was swinging through the city living up life as he swings with a carefree attitude. Something that he hasn't done in a while with so many villains to take down.

"Man, I really need this today. First the sinister six break free and vow revenge for the umpteenth time this week, then Fisk starts making moves into new territory, and then I have to deal with the Avengers and their problems."

"I could really just use a break today." He said to himself before reality came crashing down on him.

From the sky he could see what looked like three men cornering a woman in a dark secluded alley, given the neighbourhood it wasn't that surprising for something like this to go down, he just hated the frequency of which it did.

Quickly descending to the street Peter goes to intervene on the criminal act before the woman gets harmed in any way. Even if this is a simple robbery things can escalate quickly.

Two men cornered her on either side as the third man stood in front of her blocking her way. The three had lecherous looks on their faces as the one in front had a small knife thrusted out in front of him.

The woman pulled away yet showed no sign of discomfort or fear, in fact she was quite composed and stared down her three assailants with ease and a hidden rage. Something that didn't go completely unnoticed by the men who thought she was just putting on a brave face or being uptight.

"Not gonna scream. Huh. You not afraid?" The man said waving the knife in her face.

"Maybe she's just actin tough." One of the men said.

"Yea. Maybe show her that we mean business and she'll change her tune." The last one spoke.

"If you think I'm scared of some mangey little mongrels like you lot then sorry to disappoint but I've faced a whole lot worse, meaner and scarier and didn't even blink. So go ahead and do your worst... it'll be your last act." She said with venom.

The three looked confused and began laughing to themselves after what she said. "I think it's about time we got to business." He said slowly extending the knife in his hand.

"Yea I don't think buddy." Came the sound of new voice to the group.

Suddenly the man in the middle was pulled away from the woman by a web line to the back. He was sent flying into the wall letting out a puff of air before falling to his knees on the grimey ground.

The two men turned to look for the unknown man who interrupted them but found nothing, their attention was then drawn upwards when the man spoke again.

"Up here guys."

They looked up to see the familiar red and blues of the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. He was perched on the fire escape above them waving like an idiot with a goofy smile under his mask.

The two men slowly separated from the woman, both ready to make a run for it as they did it want to fight the spider vigilante.

Before either of them could make a break for it spidey jumped down with a flip, just to show off a little, and landed between them his back towards the woman.

He quickly webbed one of the mens feet to the ground so he couldn't escape from the alley, he then jumped towards the other man who was frozen in place and hit on the head sending him to the ground.

He picked him up and threw him against the man struggling to get his foot free from the web, kicking both the ground and spidey webbing them together and connected to the ground. He made sure the first man was also webbed up before he checked on the woman.

"Hey. Everything alright? They didn't hurt you or anything did they?"

"No. They didn't get the chance. Thank you very much." She said without a trace of worry or fear in her voice.

"Well thats good. Do you need any help getting home? I can escort you if you need?" He asked in case she was just in shock and needed the extra protection until she made it safely to her home.

"No. I'm fine. There's no need to trouble yourself." She said eyeing him closely, as if analysing him carefully.

Peter felt slightly uncomfortable with her intense gaze and quickly tried to excuse himself, seeing as she didn't want his help any further.

"Uhh... well... then I hope you make it back home safely miss...?" He said awkwardly.

"Ella. Call me Ella." She said after a moment of thinking.

"Okay. Well... Ella, I hope you get home safe. Bye." He said firing off a web line out of the alley and taking off from the ground.

"Hmmm. Interesting." Ella said once he left her eyesight.

Ella immersed herself in the darkness of the alley and seemingly disappeared into thin air.

Peter continued swinging away keeping a look out for anyone else who was in need of his help, but his mind was still wondering what that woman's deep gaze was about.

It felt like she was staring right into his soul, the intensity of her stare and her seemingly unnerved attitude really bothered him.

"What was up with that look? It's like she was baring into my very soul. Like she could see right through me. Weird." Peter said to himself.

He continued swinging for a while but with nothing major happening he decided to call it for a while and headed home to rest up before doing anything else for the day.

He climbed in through his unlocked window and quickly changed his clothes to be in casual clothing rather than his spider suit. He wasn't sooner out of his suit when he heard his door knock.

'Strange? I'm not expecting anyone. Maybe it's the landlord again.' He thought as he made his way to the front door.

He slightly opened the door and was greeted to a very familiar sight, a woman with dark hair and Green tipped highlights along with accompanying dark clothes, it was Ella.

Peter stood like a deer in the headlights at seeing the woman he saw a while earlier standing in front of him, AT HIS APARTMENT.

He couldn't believe his luck. The woman was giving a creepy look when he met her earlier as Spider-Man and now here she is meeting him again but as Peter Parker. On the other hand his fabled Parker luck would suggest otherwise.

"Uhhh. Can I help you?" He asked sceptically.

"Yes. You see there is some work being done in my apartment and I was wondering if I could stay here until it's complete." She said with slight smirk on her face, something that unsettled Peter slightly.

"Umm. I'm... not sure... I'm ok with that. Is there nowhere else you could go?" He tried to respectfully decline her request.

"No. I'm here alone. The man I spoke to assured me that you are a respectable person." She lied.

"You mean... the manager?" He asked raising an eyebrow. He wasn't sure that man would ever say a nice word about him.

"Yes, the manager. The work shouldn't take long, maybe a few hours. If it's not too much of an inconvenience for you?" She explained.

Peter was hesitant to welcome this stranger into his apartment, not just because she slightly creeped him out earlier.

"Look, ugh... I'm not... comfortable letting you stay stay here. I don't exactly know you." He tried to decline her request again.

"Are you worried that I may be a danger to you?" She questioned him with a dangerous look in her eyes.

Peter gulped at this new furious expression she was showing. 'Damn, how can she be so scary. I've faced tons of scary people before but none of them ever got me to squirm this bad.' He thought.

"It's an... appropriate concern." He squeaked out.

"That may be. But I don't have anywhere else to go in the mean time." She continued to deceive him.

Scratching his head he wasn't sure if he could turn her away now, if she didn't have anywhere to go then he was worried about what could happen later, if he hadn't just seen her almost get attacked he might have just straight up refused her but he started to feel a bit of pity for the woman who was apparently down on her luck today.

'What are the odds that the woman who gave me the creeps earlier is also a neighbour of mine. And her apartment needs work and the manager sent her my way in the mean time.' He lamented to himself.

"Huh. Fine. You can come in." He sighed out defeatedly.

Peter stepped aside allowing for the woman to walk right by him and enter his apartment. Closing the door behind her he gestures at the couch for her take a seat and get comfortable until her apartment was ready.

"Here, take a seat." He offered.

She complied and sat on the couch, Hela had to refrain from scrunching up her nose but willingly pushed through so that she could learn more about the curious man.

"So... why don't you tell my about yourself?" Hela, or rather Ella in her disguise, asked him interested in what she might find out.

"Well... where to start?" He thought out loud. Deciding to answer her question in hopes that some small talk could ease his feelings about her and pass the time.

"My name is Peter. Peter Parker in case you didn't know." He started with an introduction.

"My names Ella. It's very nice to meet you." She introduced adding a bit of a sultry voice.

Peter gulped a little hearing here sultry voice, it was an odd thing to hear from the woman who was basically terrifying in personality, yet also a welcome surprise to hear her sound so alluring.

"Ok... Ella. How long you been in New York?" He asked trying to compose himself.

"Only recently did I arrive." She answered quickly.

Peter found it strange that the woman just moved to New York and somehow managed to get an apartment in the same building as him.

"Oh really, so you probably didn't have the time to look around?" He wondered.

"No." She replies coldly. Annoyed that these questions didn't give her any insight.

"Well... seeing as you have the time now, why don't I show you around?" He offered.

"I don't see the point." She shot back.

"Well... since your apartment isn't going to be ready for a while... and that you've only been here for a short while... maybe I could show some of the sights." He tried to coerce her.

"Huh... if you must." She sighed out.

Peter wasn't sure if he was relieved or regretting his decision to show her around. He didn't want to spend any more time with her than necessary but being cooped up in his apartment with her was worse than going out for a while and hoping to kill some time.

It did occur to Peter that maybe she just had a cold hard exterior and he just needed to get her to open up a little and get to know her better. It wasn't like he was unfamiliar with the type, women who portrayed a very hardened exterior who just took some getting used to.

They left the apartment soon after deciding to look around New York. Peter wasn't sure how many sites they'd get to see or how long they were going to do this for, Ella just said that there was work being done in her apartment so he didn't know if it would take one hour or twelve.

"Soo... uhh... why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" He tried to start up their questions again.

"There is not much to tell." She dismissed.

"Well... I'd still like to hear it." He affirmed.

Regretfully sighing she decided to oblige his prying. "I... am an only child. I have a... strained and tempestuous relationship with my family. I have estranged myself from them and struggled to have things go my way." She began giving out an honest explanation of her past yet hiding her true identity.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe you could work things out with them?" He admitted.

"That will never happen. There is a long history of hatred and animosity that would take too long to explain." She countered seriously.

Peter felt like he was in the middle of a minefield right now, he was trying to learn more about her life to better connect with her, and of course she has some history with her family and he just had to suggest that they could reminisce.

"Sorry. But I think things will start to turn around for you." He said trying to salvage any good standing he may have.

She acknowledged his response but refrained from saying any more in regards to her ordeals with the Asgardians.

"Well... family situation aside... what about you? What are you interested in? What do you like?" He continued asking her questions, hoping that by asking about her likes and interests could prove better.

"Hmm. I suppose I enjoy swinging around my sword." She said genuinely trying to think of something to tell him.

"S-sword? You swing around a sword? Like a real deal sword?" He asked curiously.

"Why yes. I am very proficient with sword play, actually I was quite unmatched and have a mastery over the blade." She said bragging.

Peter was so confused about the woman he was walking with, she seemed so... strange... odd, it wasn't exactly that she was apparently an expert with a sword as he's met people in his life as Spider-Man who wield a sword, but she was a civilian and it was quite strange for someone to have such a keen interest in such weaponry.

"Do you not approve?" She question him.

"I... don't exactly... like them. Or any weapon really." He carefully answered, remembering all the times he's encountered Kraven.

"Is there anything else you like?" He asked trying to move past the... weirder interest she has.

"Hmmm... I don't know. I've never had any interests other than... that." She thought before answering, omitting her world domination and desire to wage war.

"Then... we can spend this time trying to find something else you might like." He said a bit cheery.

"Huh if you must. And you?" She huffed.

"And me... what?" He asked.

"What is it you like to do?" She wanted to know.

"Oh, well I'm a scientist, so I really like looking into new studies. But I also like photography, I actually started trying to make a living by being a photographer for the Daily Bugle." He answered with a bright smile.

Hela blushed slightly at seeing him act so carefree around her, his honesty and bright smile were an uncommon occurrence for her. Actually never, she was a Goddess of death and took a sinister joy in causing chaos but it was different to his general joyous attitude to life.

The mundane and irrelevant, or in her perspective, boring stuff did not interest her and she saw no need for it. She dismissed anything and anyone who dared opposed her, yet he takes great pleasure and excitement in experiencing what he likes.

Could she ever feel that way? Feel a genuine happiness that wasn't spurred on by chaos and carnage.

She shook herself from those thoughts, she was here to learn of him and try to corrupt him to be hers. Not for him to change her.

"I see." Was all she said, not having anything to comment on about his interests.

The day progressed without much happening for Hela, they saw some sights that Peter recommended and was generally excited for her to see. They went to get some food that he eagerly ate and continuously praised how good it tasted, she was indifferent about it but she went along with it all so she could try to understand him to manipulate him.

Conversation came and went as the two of them were almost complete opposites and couldn't comment much on how the other viewed and went about life. Although she did have to lie as to keep up her charade, she did give some pertinent details of her personality that he was confused if not slightly terrified to know.

He on the other hand provided nothing much of helpfulness to her schemes, she wasn't sure if trying to entice him to be her champion was worth this much trouble but she remembered the unusual case of his near pure soul that initially intrigued her to get to know him.

Although she wouldn't admit it, Hela did enjoy some of their time together. It was different to anything she ever had to do. An eternity in Hel or Niflheim was a bleak existence and beyond that she thrives to conquer and wage war against the Earth and Asgard.

They returned to the apartment and parted ways, Peter returning to his and Hela leaving to presumably go to hers, but in reality she left the building altogether once she was out of sight and waited till the next day to try again to get to the bottom of her curiosity.

Many weeks passed and Hela was no closer to learning the secrets to Peters unnaturally pure soul but in that time she came to know him much more and had inadvertently softened up around him.

Due to her stay in Midgard she was unable to return to her own realm, the strange convergence that shrouded the realms and allowed her to travel to Earth in the first place had passed, so if she was to try and open a portal back she would be discovered almost immediately.

So she painstakingly stayed on Earth roaming around in her own time to better understand a normal humans life so that she could continue her deception of Peter.

That was until one day she heard him being called away by the Avengers, she followed him discreetly as Spider-Man when he was with the heroes who were in a panic at some apparently distressing news. But what sent a surging hatred through her was the sight of the God of Thunder, Thor.

"Hey everyone, what's going on?" Spider-Man asked quickly.

"Ah Man of Spiders. I being troubling news, Hela, the Goddess of Death has fled her realm." Thor announced to the newly arrived Spider-Man.

"Fled? To where?" He asked worried.

"That, we are not sure of. It appears that there was a brief moment in which she was able to leave unnoticed even by my Father. Until we find her we must remain vigilant in case she is plotting another attempt on Midgard." Thor explained.

Outside the tower Hela was eavesdropping on their conversation, it would seem that her disappearance in Hel has finally been noticed. This all but solidified her stay until she was ready to enact any plan to sway Peter to her side and launch an attack.

Spider-Man left after he was debriefed on the news of Helas disappearance and went back to his apartment, Hela also left from watching them and returned to Peters apartment to await his arrival.

Hela took comfort on Peters couch and moments later he came in through the window. He came to a complete stop when he saw her sitting there waiting. "H-how...how'd you get in here?" He asked surprised.

"The door was unlocked." She replied sarcastically. Peter didn't remember leaving the door unlocked but there was no digging out of this situation, he couldn't explain why he had just entered this apartment.

Sighing in defeat he removed his mask, revealing his identity to Ella, who had to feign surprise and shock at the sudden reveal even though she already knew. To him Ella had never known and just met Peter and Spider-Man separately, Ella meanwhile had to keep up the part and act surprised by his dual identity.

"Oh my... Peter... y-you're..." she began faking shocked.

"Spider-Man... yes." He finished.

"This is surprising... I - I can't believe this." She faked her reaction.

"I know. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, but that kinda defeats the purpose of a secret identity." Peter apologised scratching his head.

"No I... I understand. So... where did you go?" She asked already knowing.

"I was... with the Avengers. They had something important to tell me." He admitted.

"Oh really? What did they want?" She asked feigning curiosity.

"They were warning me about someone dangerous who went missing and may try an attack." He said not realising that he may have caused her unnecessary worry.

"But don't worry about it, I doubt she will try anything anytime soon. And if she dose the Avengers will take care of it." He quickly added.

"She? Who is it?"

"It's uhh... well... the Goddess of Death... Hela." He hesitantly revealed, not sure if she would even know who was talking about, or if the mention that she was a Goddess of Death would cause her to panic.

"A Goddess of Death? Sounds scary, are you scared to know someone like that is missing?" She was curious if he was terrified knowing she was on the loose.

"Kinda. Last she came here I never actually fought her. But really... I just feel sorry for her." He said honestly.

Hela was irked by his response, her anger and infuriation were boiling over that a mere mortal was taking pity on her. She clenched her fists to prevent herself from lashing out and through gritted teeth she asked him, "You Pity her? Why?"

"Well... I mean... when your known as the Goddess of Death, you don't really get much choice in being anything other than a villain. I've faced plenty of people who chose to be evil despite being given any chance to do otherwise. I just think that she wasn't given a chance to be anything other than what people thought she was." He answered honestly.

Hela never thought she was misunderstood, she was a Goddess of Death so yes, she was going to be a villain. But he didn't see it the same way as she did... as everyone else did... he thought she was capable of more if she was given a chance to be more than what she was a Goddess of.

"You... you really think someone like that could be more... could be better than everyone thinks?" She asked as she sat forward, head down in deep thought.

"I mean, it's possible." He said optimistically.

Hela remained in silence. Never had she met someone, mortal or God, who ever thought she was anything other than a bringer of death, someone to be feared.

It then hit her that she found the answer to the question that brought her here in the first place. 'How was it that a mortal possessed such a pure and unblemished soul?' He was hopeful and optimistic, always seeing the best in people and the potential they held, regardless if they were a villain or not.

She excused herself from his apartment and disappeared to be alone and contemplate everything she learned about Peter.

Peter was worried that he said something wrong that caused her to leave abruptly, the news of a literal Goddess of Death being on the loose and has invaded the Earth once before might have been too much despite any attempt he made to ease her nerves.

Peter didn't see Ella again after that, he was worried that she was taking the news very badly and wanted to check in on her so he went to the landlord to ask which apartment she was in but was met with a confused stare as the landlord told him there was never a woman named Ella living in the building.

He went back to his apartment completely confused and wondering who exactly Ella was, at first he thought her meeting him as Spider-Man all that time ago and then immediately again as Peter was nothing more than coincidence, but with the news that she never lived there puzzling him maybe it was something more than coincidence.

Opening his apartment door he saw Ella standing there, staring straight at him waiting for him, like she had been standing there a while knowing he's return. This time though Peter knew he locked his apartment door so there was no way she came in through the door.

He walked in closing the door and re-locking it before taking an aggressive stance and looked at her curiously and slightly angry. "Who are you? There never was someone named Ella living here." He asked seriously.

In an instant a green mist engulfed the room and a similar green glow surrounded Ella. Peter shielded his eyes as the glow became too bright and when it had faded he was stunned frozen in place, his body seized and was unmoving as he saw in place of Ella was now the Goddess of Death, Hela herself.

"H-Hela." He said with slight terror in his voice. He never had to fight her before and he was certain he didn't stand a chance.

"Yes. I am Hela. I took on a human form and called myself Ella to get close to you Peter." She revealed, to Peters shock.

"Close to me? Why?" He asked fearfully.

"I was watching you from my realm. I was... curious... about your soul." She answered.

"My soul?" He said raising his eyebrows.

"Yes. It is... remarkably pure. It was strange to see such a thing in a mortal. So I wished to learn why that was the case." She replied honestly.

"And... did you?" He asked cautiously. He was genuinely curious that a God or Goddess said that his soul was pure.

"I did. You see the best in people. Regardless of all the bad they've done you always see their potential, you remain optimistic and hopeful no matter how bad things get for you. It is remarkable... a soul so pure that even I cannot corrupt it." She admitted.

"Really? Wow... wait what did you mean by corrupt?" He asked noticing her mentioning of potentially corrupting him.

"You see... my intentions were not as simple. I had initially wanted to corrupt a soul of a warrior here on Midgard but there were few to choose from. Many of your more... well known heroes did not interest me or were fortified against my influence. That's when I came across you." She told him.

"I noticed the purity of your soul and wanted to know why that was... and if possible... corrupt you to be mine... and then wage war on this planet." She said reluctantly.

Peter became fearful knowing that she was looking to turn him to her side and use him as a pawn to fight the heroes.

"You were going to use me... as some pawn... to fight against the heroes, my friends." He shouted enraged.

"N-no... well... yes, but not a pawn." She tried to correct.

"Then as what, your slave... your thrall... servant. It's means all the same." He said irritated.

"As my champion. Someone who stand beside me." She confesses.

"To... what?" He questioned.

"I have spent millennia alone in my realm... filled with nothing but the souls of the dead... their wailing screams... I just wanted to have someone with me for it all." She said depressingly.

"Oh... I- I didn't know. Sorry." He apologised.

"Not many would know." She said under her breath.

"So... what will you do now?" He asked.

"I cannot corrupt your soul... so I have little choice but to return to my realm." She answered.

Peter felt a little bad for her, yea she had some devious plot in mind when she first got here... and wasn't all that nice before then... but she was alone, and now she was returning to her realm alone once more.

"Ya know... the others still don't know where you are... or how to find you. So if you wanted to... you could, stay on Earth. As long as you don't do anything." He offered.

Hela looked at him surprised, she deceived him for many weeks, revealed the true nature of her reasons for being here and that she hoped to claim him and wage war. Her eyes began to tear up, he was truly a pure soul, even now seeing something more within her that he offered to let her stay and keep her hidden from the rest.

"Thank you, Peter. Thank you so much." She said returning to her Ella form.

"It's uhh... no big problem. Just don't cause any trouble." He said a bit flustered at seeing the Goddess of Death herself tearing up.

In that moment Hela didn't know what came over her, something inside her was growing and although the feeling was strange... she was excited by it and with a few quick steps she was in front of him, her hands had reached out to grab the collar of his shirt and she pulled him in for a kiss.

The kiss lasted for a minute and when she pulled away she had a smile on her face, both of them blushing deeply as she whispered on final thing to him.

"No promises."

Notes:

(Sorry for the long delay. It's been a while since I updated this story. Haven't forgotten about it, it just takes a while for it to get done, along with updating the other stories that have usually a shorter word length this one tends to get little attention.)

(I've decided that after I reach a certain point with each of my stories that I'll work on the marvel reacts story.)

(Also, while I was working on this chapter and looking back at the previous chapters or at least the ones featuring villainesses, I have the villainess turn to the good side or have her be with Peter on his terms, so would you guys like to see an alternate version where Peter goes to the bad side?)

Chapter 9: Betty Brant

Betty was fighting back the worlds largest migraine, the loud ramblings of her boss J Jonah Jameson were a constant in the office but being his secretary meant she got to hear it a hell of a lot more than many.

She thought that by getting a chance to work with the highly regarded Daily Bugle would be a great thing, however they failed to mention the blowhard that was the publisher of the iconic newspaper and how much of a nuisance he can be.

Thankfully the work proved to be good and she managed to garner a better reputation and find a calling to some journalism too.

Weighing the pros and cons of the job she figured they were about even, but what really made the difference and the reason why she had yet to throw in the towel and sign a resignation to get away from Jameson was the Bugles frequent freelance photographer.

Peter Parker.

He was brought in regularly by Jameson as Parker was the only one who got the best pics of Spider-Man. Even though Peter tries with all his might to convince triple J that he is actually a hero and not the menace he portrays him to be, he continued to work for them and supply them with a great selection of snapshots.

Betty found Peter to be quite attractive when she first met him. He was quite shy and nervous when speaking to her, a telltale sign that he hadn't spoken to many girls before, but she watched as he grew even more mature than what he already displayed, had greater confidence in himself and seemed to be enjoying life altogether.

She was happy for the guy, and they became quite close friends where they were able to confide in each other from time to time. She about her constant ordeals with Jameson, to which he would always make a joke about so she would laugh and cheer up, and he about his life, his beloved aunt May and even any relationship drama he was going through.

The latter of which was something she disliked to hear any time he had to talk to her about it. She couldn't understand why some girls Pete had dated were so negative and didn't last, usually with a heartbroken Peter left in its wake.

She considered him quite the catch. He was a good looking guy, had plenty of brains to spare, he was funny and he really bulked up in the time she knew him. Not many would notice but she did.

So it really ached her heart when he met with her recently and told her that his longtime crush and girlfriend Mary Jane Watson had called things off with him. He adored her completely and was really smitten with the red headed woman, so the news of their breakup was shocking but not as much as it was infuriating when Peter would fall to tears nearly at the mere mention of her name.

She did her best to comfort him but it was for not, the breakup was apparently recent and the reasoning for said breakup Pete kept close to the chest. But what he did tell her was that they had a 'disagreement' and that she 'had enough', the meaning behind it was lost to her but nevertheless it was a total punch to the gut for the guy.

She practically begged him to stay to clear his head and get everything off his chest, but he said something came up and he had to leave.

Since then she hasn't seen Peter at work. He apparently called in to Jonah to get a few days off, she remembers as Jameson told her to find a replacement photographer until he came back.

'Peter... where are you?' She wondered.

'I hope you're doing alright.' She hoped.

As if on cue the elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal Peter, camera strewn around his neck and a folder tucked under his arm presumably filled with his pics of spidey for the front page.

"Hey Peter. Nice to see you." Betty greeted with a wave.

"Good to see you to Betty." He greeted with a wave and kind smile.

He walked right on by to go into Jamesons office to deliver his pictures, and to undoubtedly get criticised for his views on Spider-Man and getting payed less than what he should.

He wasn't in there long and Betty could have sworn that she saw Jameson crack a small smile when Peters back was turned. Not many knew but despite Jonah being an insufferable hard-ass he did want and hope for good things for Peter, he was a promising kid who could make it far.

Peter left Jonah's office and Betty took the opportunity to catch up after his time away.

"Hey Pete, how's things?" She asked bringing him over to her desk.

"Oh nothing much. Getting those Spidey pics for Jameson. How about you?" He said.

"Well... you know, Jameson being Jameson, and another headache. But seriously... I haven't seen you around for a while, is everything alright?" She asked worriedly.

"Yea Betty, I'm good. Just... needed to clear my head a bit. Everything's good now." He said with a lopsided smile.

Betty smiled and blushed slightly seeing him do so better now. Compared to the last time she saw him where he seemed broken and upset. 'I guess the time away did him some good.' She thought relieved.

"I'm glad to hear that Pete. I was really worried ya know. You just up and left my apartment and then I don't see you turn up at work for a few days." She said with concern and gently placing her hand on his arm showing some affection.

It wasn't unusual to see Betty act so friendly in the work place, many of those who've worked with her would tell you as much, but this was one of the few occasions were she'd actually show a physical sign of affection and it was usually towards Peter.

So she took no notice when some people in the office gave quick curious glances when seeing her hold onto his arm. A few had guessed that the woman had some crush on Peter and this just added to their suspicions, but they would never say anything. Sure Betty was a sweetheart but if you really pushed your luck you were liable to see her angry side.

"Well... I'm fine now Betty. Thanks for asking." He said gently squeezing her hand on his arm.

They both smiled at each other when Peter finally came to his senses and had to excuse himself. "Uh sorry, but I gotta get going. Work to do an all." He said sheepishly.

"Yea, right. I'll see you Pete." Betty said as he walked towards the elevator.

They gave one final wave to each other before the doors closed and Peter was off, Betty sat back down in her chair and silently cursed herself. 'Dammit Betty. You had a chance to ask him and you blew it. Ok... ok, calm down. You can ask him again tomorrow.' She criticised herself.

Betty did have a crush on Peter, as many suspected, but to keep their professionalism she never tried asking him out, and when he was seeing MJ she didn't want to intrude and be the home wrecker as it were. But when he told her that they'd split she thought there was chance.

She obviously would have given him time to get over her and make sure he was ready to date again. But his absence from work made her think he was going to up and leave and basically never show his face again.

'Tomorrow Betty... tomorrow.' She resolved before getting back to work.

Meanwhile in the elevator Peter had one thought on his mind... Betty. She'd always been so kind and caring towards him so he didn't bat an eye when she grabbed his arm earlier but combined with everything she said, and how worried she clearly was... it made him think.

'Does... does Betty like me?' He questioned himself.

'No way. Cmon Parker get real, there's no way Betty Brant has a thing for you. She's... a good friend. A good friend.' He said trying to convince himself.

He left the building after the elevator came to a stop on the ground floor, Jameson told him that if he's back to work then he's to get started immediately so that meant one thing... it was time to suit up.

Peter dashed out and ducked into a nearby alleyway so that he could change into his 'work clothes'. Pulling out his trusty mask and taking off his clothes that kept his red and blues hidden he was ready to go as the amazing Spider-Man.

The day passed and Peter had gotten plenty of pictures for Jameson, although there were no supervillains running wild he still got some good shots of him swinging through the city and taking down some petty criminals.

He had no doubt that when he presented them to Jameson in the morning that he would try to spin it so Spider-Man was responsible for the crimes being committed or something like that, it was the usual for Peter at this point but he was preoccupied with some other thoughts now that he had the time to breathe.

He returned his thoughts to the mornings talk with Betty Brant, the beautiful brown haired secretary who worked for the biggest loudmouth in publication history.

He would be lying and not very convincingly if he said that he didn't find Betty attractive, even when he first started at the Bugle he could barely fight back the blush appearing on his cheeks when he first spoke to her.

She was very kind and sweet and always wished him the best. She was comforting to be around which is why they had such a good bond as friends, even going so far as to being reliant on each other to vent some frustrations.

The last time of which was him basically breaking down in front of her when MJ broke up with him again, after a few too many incidents with Spider-Man's villains and his constant tardiness with dates and their time together she wanted to 'pursue' different things.

He was saddened when she left but when he remembered how he acted in front of Betty, who didn't really need to hear any of his relationship troubles, he felt embarrassed and his face reddened deeply.

'Huh. Betty doesn't have to deal with my relationship drama, I shouldn't have put that on her. She probably just feels sorry for me, that's probably why she put her hand on my arm.' Peter thought to himself.

'Tomorrow... when I give Jameson these snaps, I should apologise for laying all that on her.' Peter chastised himself a little.

Across town in an apartment that wasn't too big but plenty spacious and well decorated was Betty Brant, home from work and ready to call it a day after dealing with more of Jamesons nonsensical ramblings.

She sighed a deep breath and slumped on her couch quickly flicking off her work shoes and just relaxing and letting her stresses fade away.

She thought a nice shower would do her well and quickly made her way to the bathroom. As she set the temperature so the water was just right she turned her thoughts to Peter and a smile spread on her face when she was able to see him that morning.

She harboured a little crush on the photographer when he first showed up, nothing she would ever act on at the time, but she's since watched him become a very handsome and confident man.

Sure he was awkward and shy at times but she liked that about him.

She wanted to ask him on a date, but unfortunately didn't get the chance as he was just back at the Bugle and was leaving to get more pictures of Spidey.

'I'll ask him tomorrow. Definitely this time. For sure.' She asserted before hopping into the shower to relax a little.

The next day

Betty waited for when Peter turned up at the Bugle so that she could ask him out for a date. He worked freelance so he only had to show up to deliver the newest pictures of Spider-Man whereas she had to be there bright and early.

It was a long excruciating wait for her as the anxious feeling never left her since she left her apartment. The time was going abysmally slow and she frequently checked the time and glanced at the elevator waiting to see Peter walk in.

Finally he had arrived and Betty felt her heart drop, the anxiety reaching a boiling point as it was now or never to ask him.

"H-Hey Peter." She shakily greeted.

"Hey Betty. Nice to see you." He returned her greeting.

"So... there's something I want to ask you?" She nervously asked.

"Ok, just let me hand in these shots to Jonah and you can ask me." He said quickly excusing himself to enter Jonah's office.

Betty hung her head slightly, did he really have to make this any more painful by making her wait any longer.

Thankfully he was brief talking to Jonah and he was right in front of her again. "So Betty, what was it you wanted to ask me?" He inquired.

"I... was just wondering... if you had any plans tonight?" She hesitantly asked.

"Hmmm. Nothing I can think of." He said knowing that he would probably be out patrolling but couldn't tell her that of all things.

"Then... how about... you and I go out tonight?" She asked nervously.

Peter was wide eyed, had she just asked him out for a date? She didn't exactly use the word date but... why would she be so nervous asking him out to hang out as friends? Unless it wasn't as friends.

"Y-you and I? Tonight?" He repeated.

"Yes." She answered.

"Like... like a... date?" He nervously asked.

Betty blushed a little before responding. "Yea." She hushed.

"Umm... s-sure. Why not?" He accepted which brought delight to Betty and it was apparent by her facial reaction.

"O-okay then. You can pick me up at eight. That work for you?" She asked excitedly.

"Yea. That works." He confirmed.

"Alright, see you then."

Peter left after that, his head was running a mile a minute at the thought of going out on a date with Betty. He would be a fool to deny that she was attractive and by all measure a very caring person but he was worried that history would repeat itself with Mary Jane.

He would go out with Betty, only to have a supervillain show up and cause some mayhem, then he'd have to 'excuse himself' so he could deal with it and come back who knows how long later and Betty be furious with him because he was gone for so long.

'Positive thoughts Peter, positive thoughts. There hasn't been much activity lately so what's one more night right?' He thought to himself optimistically.

He let out a deep sigh trying to relax himself, no point worrying about everything that could go wrong.

Later that night

Peter picked up Betty, on time for once, and they both complemented each other when they led eyes on one another.

Betty was wearing a black dress that hung down to just below her knees, a single strap going over her left shoulder. The lightest amount of makeup that only exemplified her natural beauty and some smoky eye shadow that really made Peters heart race when she looked at him.

Peter was wearing a simple black suit and pants with a white shirt underneath, he'd forgone a tie thinking that it looked too formal and was a bit overboard for a date. He tried his best to rake in his unruly hair but managed to give an almost natural messy look that seemed to work well for him.

They got seated in a decently fancy restaurant seeing as they didn't have a reservation, it certainly wasn't the top of the line restaurant that most people would expect to go to on a date to, but it wasn't a shabby diner which is where Peter is more frequent to visit.

Both of them were a bag of nerves as they seated themselves and waited for their food to be brought out to them.

Although Betty had asked Peter for this date her mind was drawing a blank on any topic of conversation, this had never happened before on any of her other dates when she knew basically nothing about them yet after the few years of working with Peter she was struggling to find the words.

"So... uh... how's things with you Peter?" She asked anxiously hopping to break the ice.

"Oh... well... you know, better after... everything." He replied just as nervously, omitting his breakup with MJ.

"Okay, that's good to hear. I'm glad you're feeling better about everything." Betty said happily.

"Yeah. It was... a hard time for me, but I got over it and things seem to be better for me now." He agreed with her sentiments.

There was a brief pause in their conversation and the previous tense atmosphere returned, reason being was the thought on Peters mind from yesterday after he'd left the bugle.

"Listen, Betty... I wanted to apologise for laying all that on you." He began catching her by surprise.

"Apologise? For what?" She inquired not sure what he was apologising for.

"About my breakup. You didn't need to hear all that and it's been bothering me a little since yesterday when I came back to the Bugle. I shouldn't have dumped all that on you and then up and leave-" he continued but was soon cut off by a slightly offended Betty.

"Enough of that nonsense." She erupted making Peters eyes widen.

"You don't need to apologise for that Peter. You needed someone to talk to, to work through your feelings at the time. And I was all but happy to lend you an ear if that's what you needed." She said her anger seeping away into genuine care and sincerity.

"It's just... I can't get it out of my head that this is kind of a... pity date." He said sheepishly not wanting to offend her.

"Peter." She said lowly.

"I don't want this to come out the wrong way but... asking me out on a date was a little... sudden." Peter tried to explain what he meant.

"Peter... I'll admit that asking you out like that was sudden. But it's not out of pity, I... I do like you Peter. You're a very sweet, caring and smart guy... not to mention handsome." Betty admitted quite bashfully.

Peter felt a flush spread across his cheeks at her honesty, he never in a million years thought that she felt that way about him.

"T-thanks, Betty." He said quite flustered.

Betty showed her own blush in response to his flustered response, thinking he looked quite cute with the way he sat across from with a light flush on his face.

"So... moving on. How's things? What's new in your life?" Betty asked him changing the topic of discussion.

"Oh, well I just started an internship at Horizon Labs. It's sort of a new age think tank." He said happily changing the subject, his voice tinged with an excitement Betty had rarely heard from the brown haired man.

"Really, that sounds interesting." Betty said intrigued with his new venture.

"It really is and Max is a great guy and I'm glad to be there. I really think I can make a difference there." He continued with a pleasantness to his voice.

"You're a smart guy. The smartest I know, so I know you can make a big difference there." Betty said agreeing with him completely.

"I hope that I make a good enough impression to work there full time." He said a little downbeat.

"I know you will Peter, you should have a little more faith in yourself." She said reassuringly.

Peter gave her a small smile after hearing her words of encouragement but it was short lived as his spider sense flared and his attention was brought outside.

A sudden crashing boom brought both their attentions outside to the streets where a car was thrown on top of another. Barrelling down the street was the unmistakable form of Rhino, charging down the street causing untold amounts of damages and chaos.

The people started to panic, scream and run away terrified as the large hulking man rampaged on without restraint. Even the people inside the restaurant were cowering at the chaos happening outside.

This was the worst possible thing that could've happened right now for Peter, he knew what he had to do, what his responsibility was at this moment.

But he hated having to run out on Betty, she really made the effort to reach out to him and be there for him and now she's shown that she cares more for him than he ever realised. And now he's going to up and leave with no explanation and with no idea when he would return... all the while this chaos happened around her.

With a heavy heart Peter snuck away from the table and slipped out the back exit that led to alley next door.

"Oh my God, Peter what should we..." Betty gasped looking towards Peter only to see an empty seat.

"Peter?" She called out, looking around the room to see if she could spot him.

Out in the street Rhino continued in his path of destruction, the cars parked on the street were knocked away as if they were nothing, the ground shook and concrete cracking with each step he took.

Just as he was about to continue on his rampage a stand of webbing made contact with his back pulling him away momentarily as his focus now fixated on familiar red and blue spandex wearing hero.

"Spider-Man! I crush you!" Rhino yelled charging toward the hero.

"Sorry Rhino but I can't keep a lady waiting so I'm gonna have to make this quick." He quipped, dodging Rhinos charged tackle.

Rhino crashed into the building as Peter landed across the street from him. Removing himself from the broken down wall he just crashed into Rhino faced the web-head once again.

"I'll pummel you into the ground." He roared rearing up for another attack.

Not wasting any time Peter fired a glob of webbing at Rhinos face temporarily blinding him, but Rhino was quick to rip it off. Though it was enough time for Peter to launch into a flurry of attacks as he fired another web line at the behemoth and propelled himself towards him.

Landing a strong right punch to Rhinos face he staggered a little but he was soon hit once more with a left uppercut, following up on his last attack Peter webbed the underside of Rhinos face and slipped through his legs pulling his head down and falling to the ground.

Rhino slowly made his way back up on his feet but Peter was hit back in front of him and barraged him with punches and kicks to the face.

This angered Rhino and in a fit of rage he reached out and grabbed the web slinger with his huge hand, squeezing him tightly in his grasp. Peter felt crushed as Rhino's grip strength started to crack his ribs which caused him to let out a small grunt of pain.

Rearing back Rhino then threw the spider themed hero away his body colliding and crashing along the row of parked cars on the street.

Shaking himself from the dizziness from the crash Peter got back up only to be met with his spider sense blaring. Turning in the direction of his spider sense Peter saw as a car was coming right at him.

Peter quickly managed to backflip away from the incoming vehicle as it crashed on top of where he was. Looking over at one of his frequent villains Peter saw as Rhino grabbed another car ready to throw it at him.

Dashing off to face the villain Peter watched as the car Rhino held was thrown his way, Peter jumped towards the vehicle firing a web to cling to the car and vault over the top it, avoiding it entirely.

Landing back on the ground Peter transitioned right back into sprinting at the large man. Rhino accepted the challenge and charged directly at him also.

Peter jumped into the air, firing two webs to the top of a manhole cover and ripping it up from the ground. He swung the manhole cover around and around as Rhino got closer and closer, and as soon as Rhino was close enough he reared back his arm to punch the wall crawler.

However, Peter was much faster and swinging the manhole cover one more time he brought the metal ring down with great force as it whacked Rhino across the jaw causing the man to fall off balance and tumble to the ground.

Seeing the unconscious body of Rhino lay across the destroyed street Peter felt he had done enough and just had to make sure that he was down for the count until the police arrived to take him back to prison.

So spraying his body in a thick layer of webbing, making Rhino look like he was nicely tucked into a web cocoon, Peter swung off so he could change back into his clothes and get back to Betty... if she was still there.

A little while later Peter emerged from the same alley he first changed into Spider-Man and immediately ran into Betty, who had been waiting outside the restaurant with her head held low thinking Peter ran off on her.

"Betty!" Peter called out to her gaining her attention.

"Peter! Where were you?" She questioned him a little irritated that he left so suddenly during the chaos.

"Sorry... I was uhh..." he pondered what to say to her, his usual response was he went to the bathroom or he left to get pictures.

But he knew none of those were going to fly with Betty, she would be able to tell he was t being honest with the first option and he didn't have his camera with him for the second.

"It doesn't matter. Just... take me home." She said disappointed.

Peter slumped slightly at hindsight his head in shame, he knew this was it, this was usually how all of his dates ended. No matter what excuse he gave they were all just done with the date and wanted to leave.

And what made things worse was he was already close with Betty beforehand and worked with her at the Bugle, so if this date went badly he didn't know how things would pan out at work.

It was a long and mostly silent walk back to Bettys apartment and during that time Betty tried to reconcile with what she experienced. Everything she knew about Peter told her that he was a reliable and honest guy so him running out on her during the date was completely out of character.

Betty opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside, she turned to face Peter, ready to close the door and put an end to this disastrous date but her journalistic instincts as well as her own curious intuition drove her to ask again why he left so abruptly.

"Peter... please be honest with me. Where were you? Where did you go?" Betty pleaded her eyes begging him for an honest answer.

"Betty, I..." he paused as he wrestled with what to say.

"The truth, Peter. I think I deserve that at least." She implored.

Peter stared at Betty for a moment as he considered his options carefully but ultimately it came down to two choices.

Tell the truth... or to lie.

"Can I... come in." He asked defeatedly.

Betty stepped aside to allow him to enter, she figured that if he wanted to come inside that he wanted to come clean with her, so she was willing to give him the chance.

She only hoped that his explanation was a good one.

Taking a seat on her couch Peter was visibly nervous as Betty took a seat beside him, her eyes not leaving him for a second as she waited to hear whatever he had to say.

"Betty... you want the truth." He stated looking over at her with a look of reluctance.

"That's all I want." She simply replied.

"Okay." He said taking a deep breath as he prepared to take the plunge.

"I'm... Spider-Man." He said getting right to the point.

"If you're not gonna be serious you can just go." Betty said vexed by his unserious answer.

"No Betty, please." He begged for her to stay and listen but she wasn't having it.

"No, enough Peter. I want the truth, I want an honest answer." She blew up at him.

With no real way to convince her with his words alone Peter opted for a direct reveal. Leaping from her floor Peter shot up, twisting in the air as he landed on her roof, his hands landing on the surface where he remained.

Bettys eyes widened completely as she watched Peter go from standing in front of her to... clinging to her ceiling. She was at a loss for words and felt her legs give out as she fell back on her couch.

"Oh... my... God. You... really are... Spider-Man." She muttered to herself in disbelief.

Falling back to the ground Peter cautiously approached her hoping she wouldn't flip out on him for keeping such a thing a secret.

"Are you... okay?" He questioned worryingly.

"Yeah... yeah I'm... fine." She said her mind still reeling.

Peter kept quiet for the time being wanting her to process this at her own speed but the seconds felt like an eternity as the silence persisted.

"So... you've been Spider-Man this whole time?" She questioned him.

"Yeah. Since I was fifteen, actually." He revealed which spurred another wave of disbelief.

"Fifteen!" She yelled.

"Peter... you were just a kid. Why on Earth would you ever do something like this knowing what could happen to you?" She questioned his sanity and reasoning for doing something so dangerous so young.

"At first, I didn't. I used my powers for my own gain. I was reckless and completely irresponsible... and it cost my uncle Ben his life." He revealed his tragic origins.

Betty gasped at hearing how Peter began his career as Spider-Man, she never would have guessed that he would act such a way but what really shocked her was the revelation that his actions caused the death of his uncle.

"Oh Peter... I didn't know that. I'm so sorry." She said apologetically.

"I dealt with that a long time ago. And I learned that with great power comes great responsibility." He said reciting the words and lesson he learned from Ben.

"And what does your aunt May think about all of this?" She asked him curiously.

"She... doesn't know." He replied weakly.

"What?" She exclaimed shocked.

"I never wanted her to know." He said.

"Is there anyone who knows?" She questioned him.

"Maybe a few. Some figured it out, some I told and I only really did that if I completely trusted them." He answered honestly.

"Wow. Lucky me I guess." Betty joked.

"Yeah... Mary Jane knew too." He admitted believing she should know what happened between him and MJ.

"Really?" She said surprised.

"Yea, it's also why she left in the first place. Remember when I said she left because of a 'disagreement', well it was because of my life as Spider-Man affecting her life." He revealed.

"Affecting her life, how long had she known you were Spider-Man?" She inquired.

"She'd known from almost the beginning. She caught me coming home one day in my spider suit and saw me climb into my bedroom, we lived next door so she knew it was me immediately." He explained how Mary Jane knew of his secret identity.

"As for how it was affecting her life... well, suffice to say that being with me means a lot of my problems get brought home. Essentially... she was in danger, has been in danger, always felt like she was in danger while she was with me." He began explaining how badly her life was affected.

"But she stuck with me for a long time. She dealt with and weathered almost everything that came our way. But my time spent as Spider-Man was taking away from our relationship and she couldn't take it anymore... so she left." He continued bringing up all they had gone through.

"I... I see." Betty said looking away from him for a moment.

Betty took all that information in and tried to process everything he was saying. His relationship with Mary Jane Watson ended due to his life as Spider-Man and she had known pretty much from the start... and yet she couldn't make it work.

"Peter... I'm going to be honest with you." She began grabbing his full attention.

"This is a lot to take in, and I'm not entirely sure how to feel about the whole... Spider-Man thing." She said, Peter bracing himself for whatever she had to say.

"But... I'm willing to give this a shot." She admitted surprising him.

"R-really?" He said completely flabbergasted.

"Yeah. In all the time I've known you, I know the type of person you are, everything that I've said before at the restaurant is still true to me. And I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me... plus I still like you, like a lot, so I want to give you a chance." Betty said honestly.

"Betty... I don't know what to say?" Peter said dumbfounded by her willingness to guess to stay with him.

"You don't have to say anything." She simply said placing her hand atop his in a comforting manner.

Turning to face her Peter finds that Betty is slowly closing the gap between them, her eyes are slowly closing over as she leans towards him. Peter knows what she's doing and in an instant the distance between them is closed as their lips touch.

They sit there for a while, kissing slowly as they accept their feelings for each other and that they are in a relationship going forward.

Briefly parting, her eyes still lidded over, Betty breaths out one final thing before returning to kiss Peter.

"You've no idea how badly I've wanted to do that, Spidey." She says in a sultry tone adding a bit of humour by addressing him as his alter ego now that she knows.

Peter huffs a little at her playful joke but eagerly returns to kiss her again, this time putting more into it. Deepening the kiss as he slowly moves his hands to cup her cheeks, she moving hers to wrap around his neck and pulling closer.

Their date was an odd one to say the least, with an unexpected interruption by a supervillain no less, but that did little to stop the feelings the two had held for each other and by the end of the night a new relationship was formed between Peter Parker and Betty Brant... one that they will cherish deeply.

Chapter 10: Cyra and Cyrios (Scions of Cyttorak)

How? How had it all gone so wrong?

This was just supposed to be another Covenant, another set of trials apposed upon them by their father to conquer Earth.

In their previous trials they faced the former Sorcerer Supreme known as Dr Strange, but he no longer holds that title and as such a new champion was selected in his stead. This... Spider-Man was an unusual choice to say the least.

He was not the most adept when it came to the mystic arts like Strange was but his tenacity was certainly exceeding, given that this mere mortal was up against what could be considered Gods with nothing more than a plucky attitude and a rudimentary understanding of magic.

Yet, he had bested half of her siblings. One after another they each challenged Earths new champion and they all failed. And thanks to Reeds of Raggadorr the champion was able to escape death each time and faced his next challenge.

Cyra, daughter and Scion of Cyttorak, the inevitably of death was perplexed by this humans resolve. He faced each of her siblings without fail or fear and found clever ways to beat them at their own game.

But it would seem her challenge had the greatest effect upon him. As the representation of the inevitability of death her trial was but a simple one compared to that of her other siblings. All he had to do was take hold of a red orb that would show him countless deaths, he would win when the orb had nothing left to show him.

It was a simple but devastating trial as it tested the might and will of the champions mind rather than their physical strength. Strange had conquered this trial in the past and by her last count he had witnessed at least eight hundred thousand deaths before the trial ended.

This Spider-Man however... upon his first attempt at her trial without forewarning of what was to come witnessed nearly three million deaths, and even when her brother...

Callix...

Intervened and abruptly ended her trial by killing the champion as he continued to watch each passing death, he never let go of the orb.

But it would seem that this challenge more than the others affected him the most, after witnessing so many deaths in such a short amount of time, to seeing how infantile each death was in the grander schemes of the universe, it almost shattered his view on the world.

Where once was a hero who would jump at the opportunity to help others now stood a husk of his former self, uncaring of the events around him, merely existing as life went on unabated.

She shouldn't have cared. Why should she? He was nothing but a mortal... a pawn in this Covenant.

But to see such a life torn down to this level of ruin, it had a profound effect on Cyra. She didn't much care for these trials or the Covenant her father had orchestrated, unlike her siblings who squabbled and fought for power, Cyra only wanted freedom.

Freedom from the prison that was her home, her father's realm. She did not enjoy what she did but accepted that as part of the Covenant she must partake in the trials.

She had watched him, along with the astral form of Strange, as he sulked through the streets, a shadow of his former self.

Now... everything had fallen apart.

Her twin brother Callix had become blighted, infected by an old an ancient power that lurked within the realm of Cyttorak, and it was only by Cyttoraks intervention that the blight did not cross into his domain.

The Blight infected those touched by it by making them turn on those you loved, and just like Cyttorak, the Blight also wanted to conquer Earth to spread its influence.

Somehow her idiot brother had managed to become infected and once he had... he turned on his siblings. He slew her brother Cradios first and sent his Crimson Canines to attack the people of Earth.

She was too late in bringing the Champion with her to stop him, he had seen the ones he loved killed by Callix and asked Death to use the last of Reeds of Raggadorr to bring them back, to which Death agreed.

Both she and the champion traversed into the domain of Cyttorak to confront her brother... but they were too late. Her siblings lay dead at their father's feet, Callix had killed them all because of the Blight.

Her father remained motionless as he sat upon his throne only to realise too late that the Blight had infected his domain, a monstrous creature of unimaginable power appeared above them.

That was what brought her to now.

Callix had appeared once more and with a swift decisive blow, he killed the champion before her eyes. His neck snapped in an instant before he could even react, and now she lay beside his corpse with Death beside her... ready to take him away.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Bellowed Callix as he praised the Blight.

"Brother... what have you done?" Cyra questioned horrified by what she was witnessing.

"I have seen real power sister. No longer shall I be mocked or overlooked by all of you, now I shall be the one to hold the power that was rightfully mine." Callix gloated as he stood amongst his dead siblings.

"All that remains... dear sister... is for you to fall too. Once you're dead the Blight shall travel to Earth and claim it as its own." Callix said maliciously as he loomed over his downed sister.

Cyra knew that the power of the Blight was enormous and its hold on those tainted by it was unbreakable. The Blight was eternal and couldn't be destroyed... only contained, and if those who could prevent this from happening were gone then truly... this was the end of days.

"I... never truly understood humanity champion... all I knew was what I had seen from Strange. But you... you were different, you saw millions of deaths during my trial and you grieved them all, mourned those who you've never even met." Cyra spoke softly to the dead body of Spider-Man.

"You made me see that there was more to humanity than I once thought. I do not know why I cared so much about you after my trial, you intrigued me in a way I cannot explain." Cyra continued as Callix approached ready to kill his sister and allow the Blight to conquer all.

"But I am sorry for what pain my trial caused you, I told you I took no joy in this and that was the truth. But it would seem death is indeed inevitable... and now it is my time as well." Cyra finished as she closed her eyes and waited for her brother to kill her once and for all.

"What!?" Came the shocked voice of Death beside her.

Coulson, the new embodiment of Death itself, stood beside Cyra his face turning from a painful sorrow to a shocking bewilderment as he looked upon Peters body.

"I... I don't understand. How can this be?" Coulson questioned.

Cyra did not know what he was referring to. "What? What is it?" Cyra asked him with a slight tremor in her voice.

"I cannot... take his soul." Coulson spoke with slight fear and confusion.

Just as Cyra processed his words she was soon blinded by a bright golden light. She turned her gaze away but the light radiated out almost encompassing the area.

Coulson stood to the side, his eyes wide with awe and amazement at the sight before him, and before he knew it a smile had appeared on his face as he saw through the light before them.

Peters body radiated with the golden glow, his body rising from the ground almost as if he were levitating, his neck snapping back into place.

The armour bestowed upon him by Doom had disappeared and in its stead was a new suit entirely, different from his normal red and blue too.

His suit, now a golden colour with a small black web pattern and a large white spider on his chest, its outer legs spread to cover his shoulder and ending at his waist.

He seemed almost... ethereal. But he radiated a power unlike any other, even different from the Blight itself.

The light dissipated leaving a faint golden aura around Spider-Man.

Cyra was able to see again and was just as surprised as Coulson was moments ago. Before her now stood the champion alive and well by means she had no idea how.

"But... how? You gave the last of the Reeds of Raggadorr away. You shouldn't have any left to come back to life?" Cyra questioned curiously.

Spider-Man did not respond his focus solely on Callix in front of him, his eyes widened in shock as the man before him rose again, something that should have been impossible that his lifelines had all been spent.

His rage grew as now another obstacle to his supreme power appeared. This champion was certainly a pain and simply didn't know when to quit, but with the power of the Blight it was nothing to kill him again.

Spider-Man raised his hands the golden aura taking shape in the form of threads, specifically golden spider threads, their strands wisping around his body before they shot off in the direction of the fallen Scions.

"What are you doing? Face me, it is pointless to save them, they have all fallen to my might... TO MY HAND." Callix seethes as he was once again being dismissed.

The golden threads connected to the bodies of dead Scions; their wounds healing, their breathing returning, their eyes opening once more as they all returned from the dead.

"No... impossible! They were dead, I killed them with my own hands. HOW CAN THIS BE?" Callix roared out as he saw his siblings come back to life.

"What... happened?" Came the voice of Cardios who had somehow been transported into his father's realm.

"Brother... you are... you all are..." Cyra said in disbelief, not being able to finish her sentence as Spider-Man spoke instead.

"Alive." He simply stated, his voice carrying an intense weight.

"And as for you... Callix... you have defiled the very nature of this reality. Allowing the Blight to continue will mean the destruction of the universe... you have left me no choice." Peter said his voice sounding deeper and much more serious, echoing as if multiple people were speaking in tandem.

Raising his hands again the golden threads shot towards Callix who summoned his Crimson Canines, now his Rot Dogs, to attack in return. But the Rot Dogs disappeared once the threads made contact and they continued on their path towards Callix.

"No! I will not be defeated by the likes of you." Callix said in disbelief summoning up the power of the Blight.

Launching a blast on Blight towards the oncoming threads Callix snarled as he believed the power of the Blight was winning out over whatever power the champion had summoned.

But he was soon proven wrong as the Blight blast was shrinking, fading away as the golden light came closer and closer to reaching Callix.

"This... cannot be." He said stunned.

"More..." he breathed out.

"GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR POWER!" He screamed turning to face the giant Blight creature.

But it was all in vain. The Blight blast had completed vanished and Callix was hit with the golden threads. At first nothing happened giving Callix a brief moment of relief before he felt his very being reduced to nothing.

The golden threads spread across his body digging into his skin and coursing throughout his body, in a single moment he was stood before them all and in the next... he was gone.

Where once stood Callix, infected by the Blight, there was now nothing. Not a single shred of Callix remained as if he was never there with only the golden threads that retracted back to Peters hands.

Peter, now having dealt with Callix, turned to face the behemoth that was the Blight. It truly was a monstrous creature, the very definition of a force of nature but on a cosmic level. Stranges words replayed in his mind, the sorcerer revealing that the Blight could not be destroyed despite his attempts.

It was the very reason the Covenant had been enacted, it gave Strange the power to protect Earth from the Blight just as Cyttorak used it to protect himself and his realm.

Summoning up even more of those golden threads Peter jumped towards the large monster, ignoring the protests of both Coulson and Cyra, weaving the threads together Peter constructed what looked to be a giant golden web.

Peter threw the web across the Blight ensnaring it completed as it struggled to break free. The threads tightened around Peters hands as he fought off the force of the Blight from breaking through the web.

"You are an unruly force of nature. A cosmic force like no other but whose sole existence is to cause destruction. I may not destroy you... but I will send back to the depths of which you came." Peter spoke his voice a booming command as he forced the Blight to retreat.

"And know this... should you ever set your sights upon the Earth once more... I will stop you again. As the protector of the web of life and destiny I shall not see this universe destroyed by your corruption." Were the final words Peter spoke, a warning to the Blight to be wary should it ever decide to show itself again.

The Blight and the web began to glow just as Peter once had, the golden glow blinding those around for a few moments, but once the light had faded away they all saw that the Blight monster was gone.

"Incredible!" Said an astonished Coulson, looking on as he remembered why it was he loved seeing superheroes.

"I don't understand. How did this happen? What did you do? What... are you?" Cyra questioned skeptically.

Peter descended before them, each of the Scions gathered together as they waited to hear his answer, some of the Scions recognised him from their trials but could see and feel that he was different from before, the others only knew of him by what the others had said but they could tell from a glance that something was different.

"I am the protector of the great web of life and destiny. I am the Spider Totem of this universe, that in which all universes stems from." Peter revealed which caused the Scions to recoil slightly.

"That from which all universes are created?" Repeated Cyra confused by his answer.

"Yes. We exist in one of countless realities, but this one is the central point of which they were created. And I am the one who is responsible for their continued existence, which was why I had to intervene against the Blight." Peter explained.

His gaze quickly shifted to Cyra in particular, who being caught in his gaze froze as if one misstep would mean she would face a similar fate like her brother.

"You showed me the countless deaths that could happen in this universe and the inconsequential effect it had." He began recalling her trial.

"But I... I see all realities, all possibilities, every beginning and every end." He stated which made the Scions and even Coulson shutter.

"How can a being like you exist?" Asked one of the other Scions.

"My existence is... temporary. Such a power cannot be held indefinitely, just as all of you are Scions of Cyttorak, I am an avatar of the great web... my power will return to the web leaving only the Totem behind." Peter said revealing that the person speaking before them was of a much greater being.

"Why was it you brought us back?" Asked another of the Scions.

"Your deaths were... an unfortunate happenstance... one that should not have occurred. Your brother Callix became influenced by the Blight and began a causal effect that would unleash the Blight and destroy the universe, as such my interference was necessary. However, unlike the Blight which I have sealed away once more, your brother had to be erased the Blight had consumed him." Peter elaborated before revealing that their brother was gone forever.

"What about the others?" Cyra asked remembering that her brother infected some humans on Earth.

"They were fortunate enough to have only been corrupted recently, so when I sealed the Blight they were cured. Callix was not only corrupted but he gave in to its power so he was unable to be saved like the others." Peter answered.

The Scions had mixed feelings about their brothers death, they were not exactly a right not family but they were still family, they pitied him for his fall while some were simply grateful that he was gone after he killed them.

The golden glow flickered around Peters body, the power he had borrowed from the web was fading and he was returning to normal, the gold and black returning to his arcane armour given by Doom, minus his mask.

Peter blinked a few times as his vision adjusted, he confused and slightly dazed as he tried to remember what had happened, he came through the portal with Cyra, he saw the giant Blight monster, he felt Callix grab him and then... nothing.

"You're back!" Said Coulson causing Peter to whip his head around only to be met with not only Coulson but the seven Scions he was meant to face.

Scurrying away from them Peter summoned his mask and got back on his feet ready to take on whatever challenge they had next.

"It is okay Spider-Man, it's over." Said Cyra calmly.

"Over? But I thought I..." he was about to argue but was quickly corrected by Cyra.

"You were... but given what has transpired we have forfeited our trials. Earth is safe from us and Cyttorak... until the next Covenant." Cyra explained that due to the circumstances they had no choice but to concede this time.

"You can return home now Spider-Man." Cyra bid farewell as Spider-Man left along with Coulson.

Back on Earth Peter could see the destruction that was caused by Callix but thankfully everyone made it out okay, though he doesn't really know what happened in the end he was just grateful that it was all over.

Two months later

It had been some time since Peter was chosen as Earths champion to beat the different Scions of Cyttorak, and after he completed his task Doom promptly showed up, gave a half hearted congratulations before taking back the armour and mystical powers he imbued him with for the trials.

To be honest Peter was grateful for that, the sooner he could put that whole ordeal behind him the better off he'd be.

However, that did not mean that he was left alone by the others who were part of it.

From a distance Cyra along with her sister Cyrios observed the Spider-Man in action, on his own terms without any of the magic powers he'd been granted.

"I'll admit... for a mere mortal he is... powerful. But it's nothing compared to before with the Blight." Said Cyrios a little conceitedly.

"That was temporary sister. But that does not mean he does not still possess a greater power, you heard it yourself." Cyra retorted quickly.

"I still don't understand your interest in him sister. And why have you dragged me along with you?" Cyrios responded pointedly.

"To be honest... I still do not fully understand it myself. But I feel this... draw... towards him." Cyra said, unable to explain why she felt the way she did.

"And as for why you're here, as the inevitability of time you see what once was in a persons life. I wish for you to show me his, show me as you showed him during your trial sister." Cyra answered the second part of her question.

"If you insist." Cyrios said as both she and Cyra now viewed the life and memories of Peter Parker.

For beings such as themselves viewing years of ones life only took a few minutes before they returned.

"I see it now sister." Cyra said as her eyes drifted to the city honing on the former champion, onto Peter Parker.

"And what is that? He has lived a troubled and tormented life, yes very interesting." Cyrios said with sarcasm.

"No. I wondered why he was different from Strange or from any human." Cyra said coming to a revelation.

"It was his heart." Cyra said with some tenderness.

"His heart?" Questioned Cyrios.

"Yes. His heart, his deeply caring and gentle heart. That even in the darkest recesses of the world he still holds on to the goodness within to keep going. Even for us... sister." Cyra revealed which caused Cyrios to raise an eyebrow at her.

"Us?" She questioned.

"Yes. When I came upon all of you... dead by Callixs hands... he was mournful. He sympathised with my pain from losing you all, even though we had all challenged him... and killed him, yourself included." Cyra went on, making Cyrios shocked in response.

"Dear sister, I don't believe we have seen such a pure hearted soul like his before. That even to those who had hurt him deeply, he still feels for them and for their pain." Cyra concluded which made Cyrios look away despondent.

"Then... what can we do? We cannot interfere in this world until the next Covenant, and even then it is no guarantee he will be the champion." Cyrios said softly.

"You may be right that we cannot interfere until the next Covenant... but that's only if we were here to try and conquer the Earth for our father. If we were here for... other reasons... then we shouldn't be in any violation." Cyra teased as she looked at her sister cunningly.

"I think I see your point sister. Very well then... shall we." Cyrios agreed having caught on to her sisters plan.

"We shall." Cyra said as they both vanished.

A little while later Peter returned home after swinging around the city for a while as Spider-Man, and with the whole Scions business behind him the last thing he expected to see was any of them again.

So colour him surprised when he sees not one, but TWO of the Scions sitting on his bed almost as if they were waiting for him to get home.

"Gah! What are you two doing here?" He gasped in surprise.

"Waiting for you champion, or I suppose I should call you Peter, now that you're no longer Earths champion." Cyra said getting up from his bed and approaching him.

"I thought this whole Scion stuff was over with, how are you here?" Peter asked confused by their presence.

"It is. But as long as we abstain from trying to conquer this world, we are free to roam it as we please." Cyrios answered also getting up from his bed.

"Then I guess that brings me back to my original question, what are you doing here?" Peter repeated his earlier question.

"To thank you for what you've done." Cyra answered with a little mirth in her voice.

Closing the distance between them Cyra quickly done away with Peters mask casually throwing it aside as she brought her lips to his catching him by surprise at the sudden act.

"Hmmmph!" Was the only sound to escape Peters mouth as he felt Cyra suddenly press her lips against his own, her hands quickly grabbing either side of his head to prevent him from pulling away.

The kiss lasted a short while, and in that time Peter had remained still his hands frozen in place and eyes wide with shock, but when it had finished he could see the look on Cyras face as she gently guided him over to his bed.

It was all pretty much a blur after that for Peter as he quickly found himself sat on his bed with his clothes removed except for his boxers that was containing his cock.

He looked up at the two sisters, both their eyes fixed on him with Cyra letting out a little giggle. In the next moment their clothes had been discarded, vanishing into thin air, leaving them both bare before his eyes.

Reaching down Cyra hooked a finger down his boxers and slid them down, freeing Peters erect member. Both Cyra and Cyrios were shocked to see the length of Peters cock.

"My... you certainly are well endowed." Cyra said cutely, taking a firm hold at the base of his cock and slowly pumping it up and down.

"Well uhh... haven't had any complaints... so far." Peter breathed out at her delicate touch.

"I'll be the judge of that." Cyra smirked at him, flashing him a wink.

Falling to her knees Cyra began planting kisses along the side of Peters shaft, working from base to head she trailed a line on kisses until she reached his bulbous head, with one final kiss she opened her mouth wide and sunk down onto his cock.

Peter groaned as he felt the Scion take the full length of his cock into her throat on the first try, that was certainly a first for him, but God did it feel incredible.

Cyra bobbed her head up and down enjoying the feeling of his thick meat sliding down her gullet over and over again and judging by the subtle moans Peter was letting out he was definitely enjoying things also.

She continued to suck him down for a while until she lifted off his cock with a wet pop before addressing her sister who had been standing by while she worked.

"Now come on sister you need to thank him to. After all it's because of him you're alive again." Cyra beckoned for her sister to get involved.

"Wait... what?" Peter asked confused by her last statement.

"It's nothing, don't pay it any mind." Cyra dismissed his question.

Cyrios came forward and joined her sister on her knees, fear was not something that the Scions ever really felt, but after getting up close and personal with Peters large member she began to understand what fear and intimidation really was.

"It certainly is... big." Cyrios gulped facing the entire length of Peters dick.

"Yes, isn't it wonderful Cyrios. A true thing of wonder, beauty... and pleasure." Cyra cooed, her eyes never leaving Peters dick.

Cyrios slowly wetted her lips preparing to take Peters cock into her mouth like her sister had, gently taking his head into her mouth Cyrios descended down his shaft but stopped once she felt it hit the back of her throat.

"Oh come now sister... that won't do. You're not even halfway." Cyra mused as she watched her sisters eyes widen with that new piece of information.

With a little prodding and pushing Cyra managed to get a bit more of Peters cock down her sisters throat but she soon stopped once her sister began to gag.

"You'll need to practice." Cyra besmirched her sister. Deciding to pick up the slack for her sisters lack of skill Cyra sucked on the bottom half of Peters cock, kissing and licking the available areas her sister couldn't reach.

"Ohhhh God... that feels good. Really good." Peter groaned, his hands moving to weave through both sisters hair, his left resting on Cyrios while his right ran through Cyras.

Cyrios continued to bob on his thick cock but every attempt to take any more of him caused her to gag a d eventually she had to remove herself from his cock.

"That's... really... REALLY big." Cyrios gasped wiping some of the spittle from her face.

Cyra pulled away from her worship of Peters mighty fine cock, she was satisfied with the appetiser and now she was ready for the main course. Rising to her feet she straddled Peters waist hovering just above his dick as she teased her entrance by rubbing it back and forth.

"Does that feel good... champion." Cyra teased.

"Yeah. Thought I wasn't the champion anymore?" He replied with a lopsided smirk and lustful look in his eye.

"You're not Earths champion..." she clarified as she got closer to his ear. "But you are mine." She finished sinking down onto his cock and letting it fill her insides.

"Ohhhhhh." She cried feeling his entire length fill her up nice and snug. "You... fit well. Now it's time for you to work another kind of magic on me." She said lustfully.

Smiling devilishly back at her Peter thrusted up into Cyras hot core, his hand resting on the bed to stabilise himself while his other was on the small of her back holding her close against him.

He large red breasts pressed against his chest as she rode him, her slightly darker red nipples were hard as they rubbed up and down his torso.

"Mmmm. You certainly know what you are doing." Cyra purred feeling her ever rising pleasure grow more.

"Oh we haven't even started yet." He replied hotly slightly increasing his speed causing her to yelp a little. Cyra leaned back as the pleasure shot through her, her hands clasping on to his shoulders as she did so.

Peter seizing the opportunity lunged forward and snatched one of her breasts into his mouth eagerly suckling on the teet and eliciting more moans out of Cyra.

Her wet insides caressed his cock gingerly, flexing and tightening to give him to most pleasurable experience possible, and it was working wonders as Peter felt like he was in heaven.

Cyrios watched on in awe as her sister took the full length inside her without much resistance, it aroused her so deeply for reasons she could not comprehend, but it's affect on her was becoming more obvious as her hand descended to finger her leaking pussy.

Cyra in a brief moment opened her eyes to catch her sister still on her knees with her finger diligently working into her vagina. It would seem she was starting to get with the program and just needed a little more encouragement.

"Dear sister... why don't you... come over here and... let our champion... take care of you." Cyra said between heartly moans.

Moving with almost caution Cyrios approached the two wondering how she would get involved but when she was close enough Peter reached out with his left hand and pulled her against him.

Removing himself from Cyras generous bust Peter quickly claimed Cyrios lips with his own taking her by surprise by his sudden action, that feeling was only increased when she felt his tongue wriggle inside her mouth meeting her own in brief liplock he promptly won.

Giving in to the kiss Cyrios held on to Peters head and draped herself across his body, all the while he thrusted into her sister from below, moving his hand down Peter stuck two fingers inside Cyrios dripping pussy and fingered her with earnest.

She moaned into his mouth, an almost innocent like moan that made Peter briefly think that she was just like any other ordinary woman and not some demonic like being.

"My my sister... how things change when we are given the proper... motivation." Cyra chuckled a little.

Cyrios had to agree, she was a little hesitant when Cyra first approached her about watching the former champion on Earth and even more so when her sister suggested thanking him in some way for saving them all from the Blight.

But now she was very thankful for getting involved with Peter.

Parting from their liplock, leaving a strand of saliva between them, Cyrios began to beg for more from Peter. "More... more... please... give me more." Her words lost all form of composure as her half lidded eyes met with his.

Peter was ready to increase his speed and even add one or two more fingers to Cyrios pussy but he felt the weight of Cyra lift off of him and his cock slid out of her warm tunnel.

"Then sister, why don't you have a turn." Cyra mewled offering up Peters cock for her.

Swiftly taking the place of her sister Cyrios straddled Peters waist and without warning slammed his cock inside of her, Cyra meanwhile spread herself across his chest and peppered his neck with kisses, moving along his jawline and ending at his cheek and then repeating the process making sure to focus on points that got the biggest reaction out of him.

"Fuck... you're... much tighter than your sister." Peter breathed out as Cyrios continued to bounce on his lap with reckless abandon from feeling the incredible pleasure of his cock buried deep inside her.

"My sister has not had as much experience." Said Cyra resting her head on his shoulder. "But I feel that after this... she may never want any other." She cutely said before pressing a deep kiss on Peters lips.

"I certainly don't." She finished, returning to kissing along his neck.

Cyrios wanted to experience this feeling forever, his thick cock burrowing into the deepest parts of her pussy, undoubtedly its shape changing to perfectly accommodate him in the future.

Now knowing that Cyrios may not have had much experience when it came to sex Peter decided that he'd put in a little extra effort just for her.

His hands went straight for her chest which was only slightly smaller than Cyras, his fingers delicately mulling over her soft mounds and tweaking her nipples. He was sure that her already red skin was a shade darker after his treatment.

He rapidly increased his thrusts inside her pussy, his cock banging against her womb sending her over the edge of her pleasure filled ride, her wet walls clamped around his cock one final time as she felt herself come undone and drench his cock in her vaginal juices.

Her bounces stopped right after and she lay herself against his chest, her ragged breaths right beside Peters ears was a delight to be heard.

"Very good sister." Cyra complemented her sisters efforts. "But we're still not done yet." She continued with a knowing look in her eyes.

"Yes... sister... I believe... you're right." Cyrios agreed trying to catch her breath.

Pushing Peter down onto the bed Cyra and Cyrios began rubbing their pussies along Peters shaft, both their juices coating his cock leaving it almost shimmering in the light.

They each took a turn inserting it into their pussy letting it penetrate them for a few moments before exchanging and rubbing their pussies along him once again.

"Damn... if this is a trail... it might actually kill me." Peter groaned feeling them alternate between taking his cock.

"I think I'm getting close." He stammered.

"Oh... you're close alright." Cyrios said.

"But it's definitely not to your death." Cyra added.

Peter could feel his impending climax approaching and with a few more eager strokes of his cock he sent his cum shooting out onto their pussies and reaching up to their stomachs, their normal red skin stained by his copious amount of cum.

"That was a lot. I guess we took more out of you than expected." Cyra said with slight amazement but with hints of sadness that it was over now.

However, both her and Cyrios were shocked when they felt his cock quickly harden again reaching full mast once more and ready to fuck them all over again.

A devilish smirk was exchanged between the two Scion sisters as they knew what was in store for them.

Peter, no longer contempt with simply laying there as they did all the work, quickly manoeuvred them into a more fitting position. Cyrios was laid down across his bed whilst Cyra was placed on top, their breasts pressing together as their pussies lined up.

They both looked over Cyras shoulder to see Peter on his knees gripping his cock and gently stroking it as he prepared to take them both. The sisters anticipating this gave him a gentle incentive as they shook their hips at him nearly hypnotising him with their pussies.

Peter dove right in and thrusted in Cyra first she moaned whorishly as she felt his amazing cock fill her up again, it wasn't that long ago that it was this deep inside her but by the ancient powers that be it was far too long.

"Yes champion, fuck me... fuck me hard." Cyra screamed as Peter rutted into her from behind.

"Oh... I plan to." He huskily replied losing himself in the blissful pleasure of her pussy.

Peter continued to thrust wildly into Cyras pussy her wet walls contorting around him as he pummelled his way into her womb, rocking her body back and forth as her breasts smushed against her sisters.

Slowly pulling out of her Peter then took aim at Cyrios pussy, gently pressing his tip at her wet entrance Cyrios writhed slightly, waiting for him to penetrate her.

"Ohhhhh!" She moaned out when feeling him push back into her.

Peter fucked Cyrios pussy eagerly, remembering that she had a slight lack of experience he didn't want to take things slow with her, he leaned into her hitting himself inside of her as he pressed against Cyras back.

His hands shot around to hold onto Cyras waist using her body to hold his steady as he rapidly fuck her sister beneath her.

Her already sensitive pussy was being stimulated to a much level than before and she was quickly coming undone and could feel another orgasm approach.

Sensing her climax was on approach Peter quickly pulled out of Cyrios and went straight back into Cyra, the two sisters had opposite reactions to this as Cyrios was slightly frustrated she was denied her climax whereas Cyra was overjoyed to him back inside of her.

"Ohhhh Peter... how I've missed this cock." She lustfully groaned.

"Seriously? It was only a couple minutes." Peter responded with a little amusement.

"I... I can't live without. I need it inside of me... I ALWAYS need to feel it inside of me." Cyra proclaimed not caring how whorish it made her sound.

"Neither can I." Came the voice of Cyrios joining her sister in proclaiming her desire for Peters cock. "I never want this to end."

'Oh God... what have I done? I've turned these two powerful Scions of Cyttorak into my hunger cock sluts.' Peter thought to himself.

'Heh! Could be worse I suppose. They could go back to trying to kill me again... nah this is better.'

Peter alternated between fucking Cyras and Cyrios pussy each sister protested when their turn ended but thankful when he returned.

They continued like this for a while before Peter felt that familiar tingle again... and not his spider sense... he was about to cum again and although he was sure he could keep going he was faced with a dilemma of where to cum.

'Ahh screw it I'll give it to them both.' He thought without a single care in the world.

"Get ready ladies, cause I'm about to cum." Peter announced which excited the sisters.

"Yes, please... cum for me... cum inside me champion." Cried Cyra begging for his cum.

"No... not her... inside me." Cyrios eagerly begged for his seed.

"How about... I give it to you both." He declared feeling the first ropes of cum erupt from his penis.

He coated Cyras womb with cum before quickly pulling out and dumping some inside of Cyrios womb, quickly going between them until he had nothing left to give.

Both their pussies we're stuffed full of his virile cum, the white substance ebbing out of their well fucked pussies and mixing together with each others juices, his cum splattered on Chris thighs from when he pulled out of her and on Cyras ass before he could insert it back into hers.

The three panted deeply as they all came down from an explosive orgasm, this was going to be a night none of them would ever forget.

Sliding under the covers Peter laid there with Cyra and Cyrios on either side of him, the moonlight being the only thing illuminating the room. Each pressed themselves against his body and left kisses on his neck and cheeks before a sloppy three way make out session was under way.

Peter thought that he was living the dream in this moment but his bubble was about to burst when the sudden appearance of Dr Steange in his astral form appeared in his bedroom.

"Peter something has happened, Cyra and Cyrios had disa-" Strange tried to warn Peter of the missing two Scions but was quickly silenced once he saw the sight before him.

"Well, hello Strange." Cyra was the first to speak, her head nestled in the crook of Peters neck as she faced the sorcerer.

"Maybe... knock next time." Peter weakly tried to joke only to receive a questionable look from magical Doctor.

Pinching the bridge of his nose Strange closed his eyes shut at the unimaginable sight before. "Well... I guess that explains their disappearance." Strange groaned out now knowing the reason for their absence.

"Heh heh... sorry." Peter bashfully apologised for the inconvenience.

"I'm not going to ask how this came about but how is it you two managed to cross over onto Earth?" He asked the two Scions.

"We did not come here to conquer the Earth." Cyra began before Strange interrupted her.

"That much is abundantly clear." He remarked.

"Sorry again." Peter meekly apologised... again.

"We came here for... other reasons as you've so clearly deduced... so as long as we refrain from trying to conquer Earth, we can stay as long as we wish." Cyra continued before turning her gaze towards Peter at the end.

"And with whoever we wish." She finished before gently kissing Peters neck.

"Hmm. Interesting." Strange said with no discernible care in his voice. "As long as you pose no threat to Earth... I cannot object to your being here." He said with little enthusiasm before his astral form vanished.

"Oh man... I'm gonna be in so much trouble." Peter lamented, fearing the lecture and scolding he would receive the next time he encountered Dr Strange.

"Trouble can be for later... for now..." Cyra said dreamily as she and her sister rose slightly above Peter.

"Only our pleasure matters." Cyrios continued as she and her sister giggled as a renewed vigour emboldened them for another round of pounding... the good kind this time.

Chapter 11: Mephista

When people say that they are living in Hell it is usually just a figure of speech, a simple turn of phrase to describe how horrid someone's present condition is.

But for Mephista it was literal. As the daughter of Mephisto, Hell was where she called home and it was as much of a nightmare as you would imagine.

Though, despite being the daughter of one of Hells most infamous Hell Lords, Mephista hated her father completely and on few occasions sided against him to stop him and other Hell Lords from invading Earth.

So despite her looks and unfortunate familial connections Mephista was dead set against the forces of Hell and tried to save humanity from any impending apocalypse's.

Which was what brought her attention to her father's latest fascination, Spider-Man. He was a hero from Earth and although his feats were great, in a world that housed power beings, Gods and even cosmic forces... he was rather unremarkable as far as she was concerned.

All the more reason why her father's continuous observations of the man was curious. Out of all the humans on Earth why was he so special? What was so important about him that he could manage to draw her father's attention.

Mephisto has had many dealings with humans in the past, as well as some cruel tricks to keep himself entertained; such as Johnny Blaze and other subsequent Ghost Riders, the Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff and even Victor Von Doom.

Mephista observed her father closely, trying to figure out his game, he had something in store for this human and judging by the maniacal grin plastered across his face... it was bound to be horrible... but what else was new.

"Heh heh heh. Foolish Parker, my time is at hand and soon I shall cross the boundaries between Hell and Earth... and wage war." Mephisto sinisterly cackled.

That certainly drew Mephistas curiosity, whatever plan he had involving this Spider-Man was going to lead to an all out war.

'What are planning father? What's your game this time?' Mephista asked herself.

Leaning back on his throne Mephisto patiently observed the swinging hero, the sinister smile never leaving his face, and from his side he procured a pearlescent orb.

Its radiance was unfamiliar in the literal Hellscape, a glow of purity and love. But by the way Mephisto held the orb it was something far more than just that... and whatever it was, Mephista had to get her hands on it.

Surprisingly it wasn't a difficult thing to accomplish, given the power, prestige and reputation Mephisto had garnered for himself none dared to challenge him, but there was always something to catch his eye.

And when that moment came Mephista took her chance to nab the orb for herself, she was pleasantly surprised to feel the gentle warmth it emitted in her hands. It wasn't like the burning flames that were oh so common in Hell.

No. This was different, like a warm hug from someone who cares for you deeply. What could Mephisto possibly want with something like this?

Finding herself alone in a secluded area Mephista examined the orb but couldn't find anything of immediate value or significance. There were no markings or runes, it didn't feel powerful like an artefact, so why did he keep it so close?

That was when she heard it, a faint cry and following sniffle. It was low... nearly unintelligible... but she heard it. And from the sound me of it she could only assume that the cries from a young girl, no doubt scared.

Taking a closer look at the orb Mephista could make out the form of said young girl but what intrigued her was that this wasn't an observation orb... it was a containment orb.

This was a girls soul.

And she was crying. Scared because of where she was, no doubt wanting her parents... her family... to go home.

To be safe again.

Who was this girl? Why did Mephisto have her soul? And what was he planning to do with it?

Mephista seethed with rage looking at the girl, seeing the torment she was going through alone like this broke her heart and she was going to get to the bottom of this.

And if at all possible... free her from her eternal prison.

Unfortunately... communication through the orb to the little girl was impossible so Mephista had to investigate the girls identity on her own.

Mephistas investigation uncovered a startling revelation about the girls identity. She was the daughter of that hero, the one her father had been watching... Spider-Man.

She was his daughter but why was she here, how did Mephisto come to possess her soul, and what was his plans for both of them? It seemed that discovering her identity only raised more questions for Mephista than it answered.

"What are you scheming Father?" She asked herself, her rage growing ever slowly.

With a little more digging she learned a some more about the girl... and how she came to be in her father's possession. Mephisto was cunning, clever and by all means deceptive he specialised in making deals, deals in which he would significantly benefit from.

No matter what it was he would always phrase his words carefully making sure to give the person whatever it was they wanted but ensuring he had enough leeway to get whatever he wanted. In the end he would always get the better part of the deal while his targets were none the wiser.

And that was exactly what had happened here. The hero, Spider-Man or rather Peter Parker, had bargained with her father to regain his anonymity thus saving his dying aunt who had been the victim of an assassination attempt.

He was weak, emotionally compromised, vulnerable, all the things that made deals all the easier to make.

Mephisto offered him his chance to undo his mistake and save his aunts life but the cost was, on paper, simple. He wanted his marriage, to undo the union he had committed to his wife Mary Jane Watson, his reason was that a love so pure like there's was a rarity so taking it away was far more enjoyable for him.

It was a difficult choice even though his mind was still in turmoil, he couldn't completely commit to an answer not wanting to give up the love of his life in exchange for the woman who had raised him for years.

But eventually it was agreed too. The deal was made... in fact, two deals were struck that day. The first was Peters choice to save his aunt in exchange for their love.

The second, was Mary Jane's choice to wipe that memory from his mind, consciously knowing he sold away his marriage for his aunt would eat away at him forever and she wished to spare him that pain.

Of course he agreed he had no reason not to and what was it he asked for in exchange... for her to remember. She alone would know of what happened on that night and deal they had struck.

The two believed that if their love was truly that rare and powerful then they would surely find each other again. But Mephisto rarely worked in a straightforward manner such as that, he did not save a life for something as trivial as someone's love no matter pure it was.

No. He knew what he was doing when he asked for their love, he had made sure that the two would never feel that same love for each other again and as such their daughter... the daughter they would have come to had... would never be born.

Thus... her soul was his. They had essentially sold their future daughter's soul to save his aunt. A cruel twist to his deal but one neither knew was a possible consequence, neither knew that they had given up their daughter to the Hell Lord.

"But why? Why do all of that just to claim one soul, a child's soul no less. Why was she so important that father took a chance to offer them a deal?" Mephista questioned her father's true motives.

Unfortunately there was no way she could ever find that out, her father never revealed his hand to anyone and she certainly wasn't going to get that information out of him.

So with no other choice Mephista took it upon herself to head to Earth and ask for assistance by possibly the only person who may have some insight to her father's true intentions.

At the Sanctum Sanctorum

Mephista arrived at the residence of Dr Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme on Earth. He was just about the only one who could shed any light what her father was planning.

"Mephista. Do what do I owe the pleasure to have the daughter of Mephisto in my home?" Questioned a suspicious Strange, his hands held out ready to attack if necessary.

"I have something to ask of you... concerning whatever plans my father may have in store." She announced piquing the Sorcerers interest a little.

"And please... call me Jezebel. I hate that I must share a name with that repugnant, evil son of a" She prattled on only to be silenced by Strange.

"I get it." He said just before she could finish her sentence.

"What exactly do you want to know, Jezebel." Strange asked getting right to the point.

"I found something that my father had, apparently it's important for some war he plans to wage in the future... and it has to do with Spider-Man." Jezebel revealed.

Strange widened his eyes after hearing that. "He plans to wage war on Earth!" He repeated startled by the information.

"Yes, but I think it has something to do with Spider-Man." She reaffirmed her concern about Peters involvement.

The magical doctor only sighed at hearing Spider-Man being brought up in the same sentence as Mephisto.

"I... suspected this might be the case... eventually." He muttered disheartened.

"What? You knew of this?" Jezebel questioned furiously.

"Not all the details, but I am aware of the fact that the two struck a deal. I too questioned his true intentions... but as you are well aware..." Strange confessed.

"Yeah, my father never reveals everything." Jezebel knew where Strange was going.

"It perplexed me that the reigning Hell Lord would stoop to asking for someone's marriage as a bargaining chip, not that I believe that to be out of his forte, but it seemed... minor. Compared to what he usually bargains for." Strange recollected the time after the deal in which Mephisto took Peters marriage.

Jezebel was unsure if she should reveal the existence of Peters daughter, or her trapped soul at least, and that she was the real goal from the start.

"I agree, it was unusual. There didn't seem to be anything he could gain out of it, yet he did it anyway." She concurred with Stranges analysis.

"So... that must mean he had something else at play. And that was what you have just discovered. Correct?" Dr Strange correctly hypothesised.

"Yes. But what I want to know is why he would do such a thing in the first place?" She pondered.

"Except for the fact he is a Hell Lord. Or as you put it, that repugnant, evil son of a bitch." Strange dryly responded.

"Yes... aside from that." She sighed out not amused by his using her own description of her despicable father.

"Well... if you tell me what it was you found I think I could come up with a few theories." Strange said almost demandingly as he suspected she was hiding something of great importance from.

Knowing she had been caught out Jezebel had no choice but to show him the orb... and what it contained.

"Here. I found this." She said producing the orb and handing it to him.

Strangle took the orb and just like she had done he started to examine the orb for anything that may be of significance that could point to what he was planning.

"Please... be gentle." Jezebel pleaded.

Strange found her response odd but continued examining the orb until he saw her.

"A... a child?" He said confused, looking back at Jezebel.

"Yes. It would seem that she was what he was really after. But why?" She asked him desperately.

"But... if he acquired this soul from their deal then she..." Steange started to piece it together before halting at his revelation.

His eyes closed shut, reflecting a deep sense of pain and sorrow as he knew what had happened, of what Mephisto really got out of that deal.

"This is his child. He sold her soul." Strange said out loud, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Yes. She was his goal all along." Jezebel confirmed.

Strange took a moment of silence as he processed the situation, he would like to think he knew Peter well enough to know he wouldn't willingly trade his daughter away... for anything.

"So... she is integral to this plan of his... so he can wage his war?" Strange asked if this was what she was referring to.

"I don't know. That's why I came here, I wanted to know why she's important, why my father risked making a deal to get her soul." She could only hope he could shine a light on this.

"Just as the Sorcerer Supreme is charged with protecting the world from magical threats, there are others who serve a... similar purpose. To protect this world from threats beyond normal measure." Strange began to explain.

"From what I've been told... Spider-Man is one such tasked with that purpose." He continued.

"But he is not a magic user. He has skill and is able to handle his own in a fight... but defending against magical threats seems beyond his capabilities." Jezebel surmised her previous observations of Spider-Man.

"And you would be right." Strange agreed with that assessment.

"Then how could..." she was about to ask before Strange explained further.

"Have you ever heard of the Web of Life and Destiny?" He asked her curiously.

"I... I don't recall. Maybe my father mentioned once but I can't say for sure." She replied not entirely sure.

"The Web... as far as I am aware... is the blueprint of the multiverse, and it is maintained by special individuals known as Totems. Spider-Man is amongst one of them." Strange gave a brief explanation as he wasn't fully aware of the web and its purpose.

"Okay... but what does that have to do with the child?" Jezebel asked even more confused than she was before.

"I suspect that Mephisto perhaps made the deal so he could claim her soul and... corrupt it somehow, thus gaining access to the Web of Life." Strange guessed based off of the current information.

"If that's the case then can't we just see her? Set her free and be released from my father's clutches." Jezebel suggested.

"I'm afraid it is not that simple. This soul cannot simply be freed, its existence is stagnant. That must be why he contained it in this orb otherwise the soul would be lost." Strange sadly revealed.

"So by setting her free..." Jezebel realised what Starange was saying.

"She would have nowhere to go... she would die." He finished her statement.

"So is that it? Has he won already and just needs to wait for the right time to strike? Are we just awaiting for the inevitable to come?" Jezebel said her voice becoming more upset by the second.

"No. We still have a chance." Strange affirmed giving Jezebel a glimmer of hope.

"Right now she has nowhere to go... but what if she did?" He pondered.

"I don't understand." She questioned him.

"She is a souls without form, without a body. We cannot simply put her back as if she'd never left, but what if we bring her back anew... reborn." Strange suggested.

"Is that possible?" She asked stunned by his response.

"In theory... if we were able to conjoin her soul to that of another it is possible she could be reborn." Strange thought out loud as he ventured down this idea.

"Then we have a chance.. we just need to find this Mary Jane Watson and she could..." Jezebel said excitedly seeing possible was to prevent her father's plan.

"Miss Watson won't do." Strange firmly interrupted.

"But, she is the girls mother... or would have been had my father not done what he did." She argued confused by his stern reply.

"That WAS the case, this is a new life created through an entirely different way. If we are to conjoin her soul to another the recipient must have an affinity with the mystic arts for the soul to join to." Strange explained much to her shock.

"This plan may work... but we need more time to find a suitable candidate for the spell, as well as inform Parker of what's going on." He continued as Jezebel remained in deep thought, coming to resolute decision.

"I have an idea." She abruptly said drawing Stranges attention.

"Oh? By all means..." he said giving her the floor to pose her idea.

Peters Apartment

Peter had come to realise that since becoming Spider-Man that he no longer had any regular or normal days ever again, there was always something happening that turned an average day upside down.

And today was obviously no exception.

Stood in his apartment was a woman with red skin, horns, black feathered wings and accompanying tail. By all accounts she looked something like a demon, but given his experience particularly with the X-Men he knew not to judge too quickly.

"Who are you? What are you going here?" He quickly questioned squaring up for fight at the intrusion.

"Please... I mean you no harm." She said defensively, raising her hands peacefully.

"Who are you?" He repeated his question.

"My name is... Jezebel." She answered, pausing only to decide on telling him her other name instead.

"Okay, Jezebel. Care to explain what you're doing in my apartment?" He questioned her with slight irritation.

"I've come to warn you... and to help you." She said a bit cryptic than she'd wanted.

"Warn me? Warn me about what?" He asked curious about what the problem could be.

"It's about the demon Mephisto." She revealed which didn't seem to alarm him.

"Mephisto? Am I supposed to know who that is?" He asked puzzled by her warning.

"You should... but unfortunately you cannot remember." She replied with a tone reflecting sadness.

"A long time ago... you made a deal with, in order to save your aunt." She revealed.

"What?" He said completely shell shocked. "I... I did what? And... what happened to May? Why did she need to be saved?" He asked question after question in frightful panic.

"You had revealed your identity to the world and she was shot by an assassin, at your most vulnerable Mephisto offered you a deal." She continued.

Peter was speechless at what he just heard, he revealed his identity and May was shot. He always feared that something like that would happen that the moment his villains knew who he was under the mask they would attack his family.

And it would seem he was right to worry.

His legs buckled underneath the horrific news that his aunt had suffered because of his mistake... just like Ben had. He fell back on the old worn out sofa his face paling as little tears formed in his eyes.

"May was... shot." He said barely above a whisper.

"Unfortunately so. Mephisto offered you a deal, a deal that would save your aunts life and make everyone forget your identity." Jezebel said with sympathy for the man as he tried to reconcile with what she was telling him.

"What kind of deal?" He asked completely dejected.

"You... sold your marriage." She regrettably told him.

Peters eyes widened significantly after that bombshell she dropped on him.

"Marriage? I... was married." He said completely dumbfounded.

"Yes. You were married to Mary Jane Watson, and after the incident you both agreed to the deal and sold your marriage for your aunts life." Jezebel sadly told him hating that with each passing moment she was causing him more and more pain.

"I was married... to MJ... and we sold it." Peter couldn't believe it, he had longed for the day that the two could tie the knot but to find out he already had and then sold it was mind shattering.

Jezebel paused briefly to give him to digest everything she had said thus far, she had no doubts that by telling him all of this that he would be crushed to know of what he had done.

But time was of the essence and she needed him caught up quickly so she could enact her plan to stop her father.

"Why... why can't I remember it?" He said bringing Jezebel out of her own thoughts.

"Your... wife..." she said not sure if that would be the right word to describe her at the moment. "She made her own deal with Mephisto, to make you forget the deal ever having took place." She explained his missing memory.

"Why would she do that?" He pleaded to know.

"So you wouldn't be hurt knowing what it was you sacrificed. I believe she wanted to spare you the pain." She told him.

"How do you know all this?" He asked wondering how it was she knew all of this.

"I know because... because..." she hesitated telling him the truth.

"Mephisto... is my father." She hesitantly answered.

Where once a deep pit of sadness for having discovered that he was once married to the love of his life and sacrificed it and his memory of it to save his aunts life, was now an overwhelming feeling of anger and rage.

Pushing himself off of the sofa he rushed towards Jezebel grabbing the front of her dress as he unloaded his rage and disbelief.

"YOU'RE FATHER! THAT MONSTER WHO TOOK AWAY MY MARRIAGE... IS YOUR FATHER." He screamed in her face, his eyes reflecting the hatred he felt at that moment whilst tears fell from his eyes.

"I'm sorry. But I have always detested my father... and on a few occasions I helped defend against his attacks on Earth." She said apologetically hoping he would see reason and that she was on his side.

"But you couldn't stop him from taking my marriage." He bitterly said not caring what she had done to stop him in the past if she couldn't save his marriage.

"I'm not aware of everything he does... not every little deal he makes." She tried to defend but using a poor choice of words.

"LITTLE DEAL!" He yelled at her remark.

"Not that yours was little... what I meant was I don't know every move he makes nor the impacts it could have." She corrected.

"And yours... has consequences no one could have foresaw." She said regrettably.

"What consequences?" He asked seething.

"Could you please put me down first." She carefully asked.

He quickly complied and set her down not even realising that he had even lifted her off the ground, but his anger had yet to falter and he still eyes her carefully and with contempt.

"Mephisto never operates in a direct fashion, and he would never make deals unless there was something he got out of it." She began to explain.

"He got my marriage." He chided.

"Yes, but that does not offer him anything. It would serve him no purpose to claim your marriage, there had to another reason." She solemnly agreed.

"So what other reason was there? You must already know otherwise... you wouldn't be here." Peter accurately pointed out.

"Yes, I believe I know what he was after... and what he got. Unfortunately... as a result of your deal you didn't just give away your marriage... you gave up your future daughter's soul." Mephista dropped the largest bombshell she had, the thing she had been afraid to bring up knowing how devastating it would be.

The colour drained from Peters face as his whole world shattered around him. His... daughter... the child he would have had with Mary Jane... he gave her away.

He fell to his knees shocking Mephista briefly as she quickly joined him, placing her hands in his shoulders trying to comfort him in a vain attempt to lessen the unimaginable pain and heartache he was experiencing.

"My daughter." He said completely heartbroken. Repeating it over and over again as the reality set in that he sold his daughter's soul to the devil.

"There... may be a way to undo it." She said trying to break him out of his stupor.

"There's a chance... I can get my marriage back... my daughter." He said hopeful that he could get back what he never knew he'd even lost.

"No, not your marriage and... it wouldn't exactly be getting your daughter back." She said unintentionally crushing his hopes.

"So... what is it?" He asked desperately.

"Strange and I came up with a solution. Essentially it's a form of rebirth, by using a spell we can align your daughter's lost soul with another's and... bring her back into this world." She explained, leaving out a specific part of that plan.

"Strange? How does he know about this?" He question curiously.

"I asked for his help when I first came to Earth, we both agreed that my father must have had ulterior motives by asking for your marriage. We believe that it involved your future daughter in some way." She answered how Dr Strange had gotten involved.

"So what happens when you... align... my daughter's soul with someone else?" He asked wanting to know how he could get his daughter back.

"That's... where it gets... complicated. The spell requires the soul to be joined with one that has an affinity with magic." She revealed and knew right away that she'd have to be blunt judging by his confused look.

"That means that... the spell could not be done one Miss Watson. Someone else must carry the soul." She clarified her use of the word carry having more meaning in this case.

Standing back up Peter watched as Mephista delicately undid her dress, letting the garment fall from her slender shoulders and dropping at her feet before she flicked it away.

"What... what is this? What are you doing" he stammered out as a small blush made its way on his face.

"I... volunteered to be the vessel. I do truly detest my father and his schemes, and he has caused you an unimaginable pain. So I'm willing to do anything to make up for it, including giving you back your child." She admitted holding the side of her arm and unintentionally pushing up her already large chest.

"Y-you don't have to do this." He said flustered trying to dissuade her.

"No... but I must. Aside from repaying the damage my father has caused, this is the best way we thought of to thwart whatever plan he had in store." She replied rebuffing his protest.

She slowly brought Peter up to his feet, meeting him at eye level. "My father keeps a very close watch on things unfolding on Earth, that was how he knew when to appear to offer his deal to you. Dr Strange has mystical enchantments to prevent his eye from peering into the Sanctum Sanctorum, I have used a similar one on your apartment so he does not know I am here... and what I plan to do." She explained before bring his face gently towards her and giving him a quick but deep kiss to start things off.

Peter felt indifferent by the kiss, which was probably a first for him, as he was wrestling with the idea that this was the daughter of the demon who had tricked him out of having the happy family he envisioned and the fact that she was now offering herself up as a sort of surrogate for him to have a chance to have his own daughter back.

Who was also apparently so important that a powerful demon like Mephisto had to resort to such trickery to ensure she never existed for his plans to succeed.

She pulled away only to see a reluctant and conflicted look on his face, no doubt about what she is essentially asking of him and what that could possibly mean for the future.

"Peter?" She asked concerned.

"Sorry... it's just..." he tried to find the words but was coming up short.

"I understand. This... this is a lot and it's all happening very fast, but it's important that this happens." She said emphatically but stressing the urgency of their situation.

"I know." He said abruptly taking her by surprise a little but the outburst. "I know... I just..." he tried to explain but once again found himself struggling to find the right words.

"If it helps... I could use a spell to wipe your memory of what we do, you'll know it happened just not... anything else." She offered but the disgruntled look told her everything she needed.

"I'm not having anyone mess with my memories again." He bit back but she already guessed he would protest that idea.

"I could... use a spell to change my appearance. Perhaps with a familiar face it might... ease the process." She gave him another suggestion, one he seemed to ponder more carefully than her first.

"I-I can't say that it wouldn't help... but it wouldn't feel right given what is expected to happen. It would feel like a violation of trust if it was someone else's face." He rejected her other idea also.

"I see. Then... shall we?" She posed deciding if he would rather get this done and over with.

"I don't see any other choice." He despaired.

Making their way to his bedroom Peter slowly discarded his clothing, one by one an item of clothing littered the floor before he was just as naked as she was.

Jezebel knew this was a difficult ask of him and she felt horrible that she had to play part in it, the only solace she could take away from it was she was stopping her father from getting what he wants.

But that didn't stop her from admiring what Peter was packing in his pants. A very generous appendage dangling between his legs, its size already astonishing and they had yet to get started.

'Oh my... that is... incredible.' She thought trying not to be obvious about eyeing him up.

Gently guiding him over to the bed Jezebel lay down on top first, her black wings furling to rest comfortably on the bed, her long legs ever so slowly parted giving full access to her womanhood.

Had the circumstances been different... or had this been a different woman entirely... Peter may have enjoyed this. But knowing what he knew now he couldn't find it within himself to find any pleasure or joy... regardless of how good she may have looked.

Slowly climbing on top of her Peter lined himself up perfectly against her, his eyes fixed on her own and for a brief moment he could the pity and shame in her eyes. It made him realise that she wanted no part in this, that her fathers acts were just as awful to her as they were for him and right now she was doing this FOR him, as a last ditch chance to give him back something great he had lost.

Peter slowly closed the distance and brought his lips to hers, kissing her softly as he tested the waters of going forward. She was reciprocal but hesitant, with every brief part she almost rose off the bed to claim his lips once more, but stopping just short and resting against the mattress.

His hands had moved from holding his body up to roaming hers tracing his hands from her stomach up to her chest, he could feel her breath hitch when he made his way to her breasts.

Moving from her large tit he honed in to her pert nipple, the nub slightly protruding when he brought his fingers over it. Pinching it between his nimble fingers and rubbing it with his thumb drawing out little moans from the woman.

Curious about her... unique... anatomy Peter shifted from her breast to her wings, feeling the soft feathers under his touch as he stroked back and forth unknowingly bringing Mephista a spike of pleasure.

"Ahhhh!" She cried a little.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" He asked afraid he had done something wrong.

"N-no... it's just my wings are... sensitive too. You caressed them so gently it kinda, slipped out." She bashfully admitted her blush growing though it was hard to tell with her already reddened skin.

With that new information in his mind Peter returned to his gentle brushing of her feathery wings, her little moans became a constant as his repeated action never ceased.

'This is... soo... embarrassing.' She thought as more moans escaped her throat her legs rubbing together from the titillating sensation.

Peter claimed her lips to silence her whimpering moans her actions being far more reciprocal than before as she fully engaged with him. Her arms that had until this moment remained inactive moved to ensnare his neck holding him in position as their kisses became longer and longer deepening with every second that passed.

Taking his attention away from her wings Peter returned to her chest, his hands cupping her perfectly rounded breasts, feeling the soft flesh become moulded around his hands enticed him further.

Peter had been hesitant when this first began but with the excitement growing as did his cock, the thick appendage rising to its limit and resting on her stomach.

Jezebel could feel the heat from it before it had even made contact with her skin, but when it did she felt a sudden rush of excitement about what was coming next.

Breaking away from their impassioned kisses Peter adjusted himself so he was lined up perfectly with her pussy. He rubbed his cock up and down a few time to get her ready and in a few seconds he had inserted himself inside her.

She groaned as she felt him push his way inside her pussy. Peter was surprised to find how tight she was, this wasn't her first time by any means but he suspected it had been some time since she last had sex.

Taking his time Peter pushed more and more of his shaft inside of her, the deeper he penetrated her the slicker she became her body responding in kind to make it easier.

In no time he was brought to the hilt the last few inches rammed into her with a single thrust.

"Aghhhh!" She yelped at the sudden slap against her.

"You're... really tight." Peter breathed out giving her time to adjust to his length.

"Not many options when you're in Hell." She jokingly replied although it was true there wasn't a large assortment she wanted to fraternise with seeing as she was opposed to their ways.

Running his hands down her body again Peter felt up her slim waist working up to her large breasts, lightly squeezing them feeling the soft flesh under his deft fingers, her taut nipple calling to him.

Diving down into the chasm of her chest Peter immersed himself between her tits, his hand working over one as his mouth latched on to her nipple alternating between them so they each got the appropriate attention.

His hips bucked wildly slamming his hard rod into the depths of her pussy over and over again, her frail legs wrapped around his waist and her hands ran through his hair.

"That's right... fuck me... fuck me good and hard." She egged him on.

He happily obliged by biting down on one of her nipples she moaned delightfully at the slight pain mixed with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh yeah... that's it... bite me... spank me... do whatever you want with me... I'm all yours." She sultrily said giving Peter all sorts of ideas.

Quickly shifting positions Peter got Jezebel on all fours, her large posterior sticking out to him as his eyes wandered down to her moistened up slit. He reentered her warm pussy and drove himself deep in a single thrust, her back arched when he slammed a particularly sensitive spot.

Her prehensile tail immediately wrapped around his waist holding him tightly as if it were another arm, it was weird but Peter paid it no mind, his hands rested on her backside his fingers digging into her flesh roughly.

Grabbing and pulling hard on her ass as he slammed into her from behind only drove him further inside her womanhood which had become wetter with each action. Deciding to use one of her ideas Peter reared his hand back and gave her ass a firm spank.

"Eeep!" She squeaked at the sudden impact, her insides tightening a little also.

"You like that huh?" He said a little more aggressive than he intended.

"Yes... I deserve it... punish me." She begged flaunting her ass to tempt him.

Not one to disappoint he complied and spanked her again and again each slap causing her to tense up and coil around his cock. Wanting to be a little more rougher he grabbed hold of her horns using them as love handles when he rammed into her, pulling them back he raised her head as she gasped with pleasure.

"Hmmmm... yesssss... fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk meeeeeee." She moaned whorishly.

Peter sped up his thrusts his hips slamming into her back side at a rapid pace, her tail coiled around his waist and her wings started to flutter.

"Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me?" He demanded an answer.

"Yes... you're gonna make me cum... and I want your cum... I want all of it inside me." She screeched.

Her walls clamped around his thick rod one more time as she came hard, her juices coating his cock before squirting out and running down her legs. But despite her obvious orgasm Peter did not let up on fucking her and his incredible speed caused Mephista to scream as her pussy was pummelled after just cumming.

"You want it huh... you want all of it." Peter said huskily.

Holding on to her waist once more Peter began the final series of thrusts before he felt his cock throb intensely signifying his own climax.

"THEN TAKE IT!" He yelled pushing himself to the hilt inside her as his torrent of cum blasted her insides.

"YES! GIVE IT TO ME... GET ME PREGNANT." She cried out lustfully.

Peter came hard inside Mephista for minutes his cock pulsing constantly as more ropes of cum fired deep inside Mephista waiting womb.

Her head had slumped down onto the pillow her mouth slightly agape and her tongue hanging out as she began to drool. Her mind imagining as his little swimmers made their way to her fertile egg, fully impregnating her and creating his daughter.

Their breaths were deep and ragged, Mephista panting as she tried to regain her lost senses as Peter pulled out of her and admired as her pussy tried in vain to hold all of his cum when it dribbled out.

"There... it's over." He said regaining his breath.

"Not... necessarily." She stammered out. "The spell... didn't exactly... increase the chances... of getting pregnant." She said through laboured breaths.

"Huh. So what do we do?" He asked rhetorically.

"I suppose... we going... until it's certain." She answered regardless.

Peter quickly got right back to it and pistoned into her again, she mewled at the feeling of his still hard cock pushing back into the deepest part of her.

"Hmmmmm... you're still... so fucking hard." She said pleasantly.

"Heh... that was nothing." He boasted.

The night progressed with much of the same, Peter relentlessly fucking Mephista her moans filling the room, him cumming deep inside to try and get her pregnant, and her begging for more.

With the last one the two lay next to each other Peter spooning her from behind. "So... I guess you're pregnant by now." He presumed.

"Oh Peter... you knocked me up a long while ago." She blissfully said.

"I just didn't want you to stop yet." She continued her heart aflutter.

"Wait... how could you..." he was about to ask when she answered before he could finish.

"The spell let me know when we were successful, it just didn't change how quickly it'd happen." She explained that the spell let her know when she was successfully impregnated.

After telling him this she felt him bury his head into her back, she thought for a moment that he was just tired and was now trying to sleep, but when she heard the silent sobs from behind her she quickly turned around to face him.

Streams of tears fell from his eyes but he dare not make a sound and Mephista knew why this was, he was still in pain for what he had lost and no doubt still felt alone.

She wrapped her arms around him and held him close pressing his head into her chest and letting him silently weep. She felt his arms circle round her also, he was embracing her, holding her in fear she would go to.

"Please... stay with me." He asked of her not wanting to be alone.

"Of course." She said stroking his hair a little.

"I'm pregnant with your baby, you're gonna help me raise our child after all." She giggled hoping to lighten the mood, but she was completely serious about it.

That thought gave him a little solace, his child, their child. He was going to be a dad again, he was going to have his daughter back again. Things may not be the same as they were but that didn't matter right now, all that mattered was the baby currently growing inside the woman next to him.

Four months later

After four months Peter was greeted to his born again daughter, Mayday Parker, Mephista explained that her biology had a shorter pregnancy than normal humans which explained the rapid development.

He didn't care though, he was just happy to have his daughter again. Mephista did warn him that her father undoubtedly knew of what transpired after he discovered that Maydays soul was gone.

Peter was a little worried that he'd constantly have to look over his shoulder for an enraged demon coming to take his baby girl away again but Mephista told him that she would never let anything happen to her.

He was grateful for her help in all of this even though he was quite distrustful of her in the beginning, she stuck around after the birth and helped him raise baby May with him.

Even though she had given birth to the girl because it was not a 'normal' pregnancy by any means she looked and was completely human, except for whatever powers she would inherit from her father.

But it did cause a little bit of unease in the demon woman seeing how attached Peter and May were, it always seemed that she preferred his company than hers, though that was basically unknowable at this point, she still felt unnerved by it.

One night as the two laid in bed next to each other after Peter managed to wrangle his daughter to sleep she quickly got to work on getting Peter horny and eager to have sex.

They by no means slowed down on their sexual exploits only being careful during her pregnancy just to be on the safe side, so it wasn't odd that she was raring to have another go in the sack with him after May was born.

Mephista claimed the top position and looked at Peter with a longing in her eyes something he quickly picked up on.

"What's up?" He asked running his hands along her hips before resting on her plump butt.

"I want another baby. One that is from me and you... OUR own child." She said grinding over his stiff cock.

"Is that all?" He gave her a quizzical look before switching positions with her.

"Then why didn't you say so sooner." He said with growl in his voice before plunging into her warm wet depths again, this time he was going to impregnate her and give her a child of her own.

Notes:

(FINALLY. FINALLY this first chapter is finished. Long overdue and I'm sorry for that, I've been working on it whenever I can and I had hoped to only make it between 2000 - 2500 words but rewrites and expansions to sections of the story elongated the word limit and now I'm resting at a near 5000 word story for the FIRST CHAPTER of this new story. I'll try to keep the next ones shorter but I'm not holding my breath. Let me know if you prefer the longer length for this story or if you want a shorter one for an easier read.)

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