"Mphm!"
"Alright, now try to talk!"
MJ Watson tried, but nothing came out other than a muffled mess. The poor dork had a butt full of Hulk panties and a face full of Hulk butt. She-Hulk butt to be exact.
Jennifer Walters smiled wide. Her latest client was a young woman with her whole life ahead of her, accused of agreeing to be the lifelong wedgie slave of her bully while trapped in a centaur wedgie. MJ's unintelligible words were proof that the girl couldn't possibly have been heard through her bully's butt.
Jenn was so happy that she totally forgot about her wedgie re-enactor's current predicament, until she felt MJ grunt into her booty and tap her thigh.
"Oh! Sorry."
She let go of MJ's panties, allowing her to break free of her smelly prison and take a breath of fresh air. Once she had regained her composure, MJ got to work picking her wedgie, leaving a little bit of the front lodged up her vagina.
Ever since losing her ability to orgasm, MJ was desperate for any sort of good feeling down there, and since her panties were the only thing allowed in her crotch, those would have to do.
The little front wedgies really just felt uncomfortable and made her wanna cum more, but MJ wasn't thinking straight. But hey, she only had the rest of her life to go.
"Could you hear anything?"
She hoped Jenn didn't hear the very sexual moans. Everything turned her on now. Jenn hadn't heard it, this time at least. She'd kind of tuned it out.
"Nope! Not a word. Just-"
Jenn then did an impression of MJ mumbling, which caused the dork to blush and roll her eyes. Jenn chuckled.
"Well I have a few more things to take care of, but you can head out early if you want. I won't dock your pay or anything.
MJ smiled.
"Yeah, okay!"
Maybe she'd give Peter a call. If he wasn't busy, they could do something fun... Just not that fun.
That's when she heard the familiar sound of a certain web-slinging superhero, looking over to see her boyfriend swinging past the window.
...
Peter Parker flew past several buildings, having no idea he'd just passed his girlfriend. He was too focused on the car speeding down the road below.
"The Itsy Bitsy Spider is after us, bro!"
A very excited member of the tracksuit mafia drove the car, a more nervous member sitting in the passenger seat. Wilson Fisk took the back, an increasingly angry expression on his face.
"Don't mistake excitement for brains!"
The car swerved between lanes, trying to create as much chaos as possible. If they were lucky, they'd cause a massive accident that would force Spider-Man to stop and help.
But for now, Peter just kept following the vehicle, determined to catch New York's biggest (physically and symbolically) crime boss once and for all.
The passenger tracksuit felt like he was about to throw up, turning to his driving friend with a look of sheer terror.
"Stay in the lane, bro!"
But the driver did not. In fact, he suddenly swerved the car, narrowly avoiding a building. The passenger screamed his head off, while Fisk just groaned.
Peter was surprised by the swerving, trying to sling another web to change his path, but wound up crashing through a window. Unfortunately for poor Spidey, he happened to fly right through the window of Kate Bishop's bathroom.
Kate screamed, having just got out of the shower, covering her exposed boobs and crotch. Though she knew who Spider-Man was, she'd never actually met him, and was not happy he was in her bathroom.
"What are you doing?! Get out of here now!"
Peter covered the eyes of his suit, panicking as he turned back to the window.
"Sorry!"
With that, he jumped out of the window and began swinging back to the car. Kate just stood there for a second, still keeping her private parts covered as she tried to compose herself. She turned... only to find Cassie Lang peeking at her from the crack of the partially open door.
"Cassie!!!"
Cassie yelped at the upset shout before pulling the door shut.
...
"Where are we going, bro?! Safe house is that way!"
The driver scoffed at his nervous passenger's words.
"What am I going to do? Lead the Spider-Man to our secretive hideout? Should I call the police and tell them our address too, bro?!"
Fisk grit his teeth.
"Enough! Pull over now!"
Spider-Man watched as the car stopped in the middle of the road, stopping too and holding onto a flagpole halfway down the road. It felt good to be this high up without his underwear wedged in uncomfortable places.
The car doors opened and the tracksuits stepped out, running to the trunk to grab weapons. Oh yeah. They were smuggling weapons. That's why Peter was chasing them.
Both criminals pulled out machine guns and began firing at Peter. The random civilians on the street took off running, leaving Peter to swing around and dodge bullets.
Because this is a wedgie story at the end of the day, I won't bother describing a bunch of crazy action, but just know that if this was a movie, it'd blow you away.
It didn't take long for Fisk to get out of the car, wanting to see what was keeping his henchmen from killing the spider.
The machine guns were trapped in a web on a skyscraper somewhere, and the former driver was running to the trunk of the car. He dug around before finally locating what he wanted. A grenade.
But Peter didn't notice this, and was oblivious to the crazy criminal unpinning the grenade and throwing it at him. Peter instead decided that it was time to fight face to face, flying off the flagpole...
...and kicking the grenade towards the car. Fisk and the former passenger watched with wide eyes as the grenade hit the ground in front of them. Then, without another second of hesitation, the grenade went off, engulfing Fisk and his henchmen in a ball of fire.
Peter was knocked back by the blast, flying through the air and slamming into the windshield of a car. It took the hero a few seconds to get up, but once he did, he immediately wished he hadn't.
The nearby cars and buildings had their windows blown out, and the road was littered with debris. There were no civilian casualties thankfully, but that didn't mean no casualties.
Three charred bodies were on the ground before him. Three formerly living criminals. The Kingpin was in the center.
Peter didn't say a word...
No words could describe the horror he felt...
...
The explosion had been far enough away that the noise barely registered for Jenn, who was still at her computer while MJ got her stuff together.
"Sounds like Spider-Man is fighting some bad guys."
Jenn scoffed, something which immediately made MJ annoyed. Why the scoffing about her boyfriend?
"You don't like Spider-Man?"
Jenn shrugged.
"I don't dislike Spider-Man, but there's a reason why most superheroes are in teams nowadays. More responsibility. There's just so many superpowered people now, and it's hard to know which ones are genuinely good, and which one's are just trying to get popular."
MJ frowned, not liking the implication.
"Somebody's got their tighty whities in a bunch today."
Jenn blushed. Her underwear was pretty white, and quite tight as well. MJ, satisfied by the reaction, turned and began walking towards the door.
"See you tomorrow, Jenn.'
Jenn looked up at her and smiled, determined to get her back.
"Have a good rest of your day, and ice that butt. Tomorrow we're testing if nylon panties can last more than 7 hours in a hanging wedgie if the victim is bouncing the whole time."
MJ shivered...
"Thanks for the warning."
...then opened the door to leave when she heard Jenn gasp. MJ quickly turned around. Jenn was staring at her computer screen in shock.
"What is it?"
Jenn looked up at MJ with an expression of shock.
"Spider-Man... killed the Kingpin."
...
In Fisk Tower, Vanessa Fisk walked around, texting various criminal contacts and asking why her husband hadn't called back yet. It was supposed to be a simple job. One hour tops. But Wilson was nowhere to be seen and their dinner was getting cold.
She wasn't a total stresscase however, as her slave dutifully lapped away at her rear, allowing her some relief. Who was this slave?Why it was Giulietta Nefaria, who had experienced quite the fall from grace since her capture by the Fisks over a year ago.
Once known as the powerful crime lord Madame Masque, Giulietta now only responded to Tongue, and was currently stumbling around on her knees, her head tied around her mistress' waist and jammed up Vanessa's sizable mom butt.
But worst of all, her golden mask, previously a symbol of fear to those beneath her, was shoved so far up her rectum that she swore she could pull it out of her throat.
"Where is he?! If he's not back in thirty minutes, you're sleeping with three pairs of panties in your mouth!"
Giulietta whimpered into her mistress' crack, but knew better than to object. She'd stopped asking why she was punished for other people's behavior after week one.
After a few more minutes of stressing and licking, one of Wilson and Vanessa's personal guards entered the room. Vanessa turned to him, concern growing into horror as she saw the look on his face.
...
The next day
...
Peter Parker stood in the halls of Empire State University, scrolling through his phone and reading various headlines debating his responsibility for the deaths of Fisk and his men.
Some were supportive, but many were not, debating Fisk's innocence and/or right to a trial over execution. Nobody seemed to believe it was an accident, which it totally was.
The Daily Bugle went as far as to call for the hero's arrest, but when weren't they pushing for that?
"Watcha staring at? Those pictures I sent you?"
Peter turned to see a smiling MJ. She knew what he was actually looking at, but really wanted to get his mind off things. Peter smiled back, though he was clearly still upset.
"I didn't think you'd want me looking at those in school."
MJ gave him a shrug and a smirk.
"Well I don't, but if it meant you were feeling better."
Peter suddenly grew very nervous, looking around in fear.
"Wait, maybe we should get out of the hallway. I haven't seen Betty yet today, but she might be around here."
MJ shook her head.
"We're good. I just saw her shoving Mattie's head into Julia's boobs. I don't think she realizes that's not actually a punishment."
The couple then laughed, only for MJ's eyes to go wide as Liz Allan appeared out of nowhere, shoving her hand down Peter's pants and giving a quick yank to his briefs.
"Hey Pete. Got my homework?"
She then let the undies snap back to his waist. Peter turned around but didn't bother picking the wedgie. He knew it was the first of many, especially as he shook his head in response.
MJ just sighed and began walking away. The couple had a rule where if one of them was getting picked on, the other would walk away. That way they wouldn't both be left to hang by their underwear, and one of them could stage a rescue later.
Liz didn't like this one bit.
"MJ. Where do you think you're going? You don't wanna save your boyfriend? And here I thought relationships were supposed to make people less selfish."
MJ turned back and sighed.
"I told you not to call me MJ. Only my friends call me that. You're not my friend."
Liz's expression didn't change.
"MJ, get back over here and I won't string you up the flagpole by the front of your underwear."
MJ grit her teeth, moving back to Peter as Liz locked eyes with him.
"Seriously dork. Where's my homework?"
Peter sighed.
"I didn't do it. I was busy all day yesterday. I'm sorry."
Liz scoffed.
"So because you were too busy touching Little Peter, I now get to fail an entire night's worth of homework?"
MJ rolled her eyes while Peter blushed.
"Liz... you don't need me to do your homework though. You were the smartest girl in high school."
Liz nodded, but maintained a bratty and uncaring expression.
"Yeah, and now I'm the busiest girl in college. I don't have time to do stupid things like homework. Now you know the price for not doing what I say."
She then reached out and yanked up on the front of Peter's undies now. They were a grey pair of boxer briefs, soft and tight. Peter let out a choked gasp, his intimate parts immediately lighting on fire.
Liz pursed her lips, giving Peter's undies a few bounces.
"If- my- homework- isn't done- every day- for the rest of the week-"
Peter yelped with every bounce, each one more crushingly painful than the last. Thankfully they stopped, right as Liz pulled him in close to her face.
"-Betty and I are taking MJ to our sorority house and putting her to work for a week."
MJ's jaw dropped, her mind immediately going to the worst possibilities. Liz noticed this and quickly clarified.
"Not like... a sex slave or anything. We're not monsters. We're just gonna have you cook and clean for us. And be our wedgie toy."
MJ sighed with relief, even if that didn't sound very good either. Liz then turned back to Peter, still holding him in the air by his briefs.
"What kind of loser underwear are you wearing, Peter? I can't believe I ever had a crush on you. I mean, you can't even be bothered to wear actual boxers. These are like... man panties. They're manties. You're okay with your boyfriend wearing manties, MJ?"
Peter lowered his head in shame, causing MJ to get defensive.
"Hey Liz, remember when Betty pulled your pants down and everyone saw you were wearing cartoon granny panties?"
Liz's face flushed and her eyes went wide. It had literally been laundry day, and those were her sister's. But she wasn't about to defend herself. She'd just sound like a nerd.
"Hey MJ, remember when Betty pulled my pants down so I made her walk around in a shoulder wedgie the rest of the day?"
The stern expression on her face told MJ she wasn't just reminiscing, and after a sigh, the poor dork got to work yanking her panties as high as they would go.
Liz then turned back to Peter, giving him one last bounce that forced out a groan of pain, and started walking off with him.
"I'll be back to make sure your underwear is actually over your shoulders. Peter and I just need to have a talk about what happens when he doesn't do what I say."
It was MJ's turn to do a shameful head lowerering, regretful of the fact she couldn't save her already upset boyfriend from further torture.
This would soon be the least of her worries.
...
"I'm just saying. If I'm able to rip her panties off, I should be able to keep them as a trophy. They're not hers anymore. I took them."
Jenn sighed. She loved her job most of the time, but some of these petty arguments... She wasn't a relationship counselor.
America Chavez sat in front of her, upset that her girlfriend, Riri Williams, who was sitting next to her, insisted on keeping her torn off pairs, hoping to try and fix them.
"And I think that if I'm the one who bought them, I should be able to do what I want with them, ripped off or not."
Sure Jenn had gone through a little character arc where she realized that helping dorks with their wedgie problems could be just as rewarding as any other type of law, but sometimes it just really sucked.
"Well legally, whoever rips off the panties then owns them..."
America cheered as a wide eyed Riri started to object, though Jenn wasn't finished.
"But for the sake of your relationship, I'd suggest coming to some sort of compromise. America, you love Riri. Why do you wanna upset her?"
A pouting Riri rolled her eyes.
"She never says it."
America sighed and began rubbing her temple. Apparently they'd had this conversation before.
"We've only been dating for two months! That's... soon."
Riri scoffed.
"Is it though? Because Kamala told me that Bruno and her said I love you after the first week."
"Yeah, and they're dorks!"
Jenn sensed it was time to get between them, transforming into her big, green alter-ego and looking down at the pair with a stern look.
"Both of you stop arguing and just talk to each other, or I'm gonna send you out of here in a centaur wedgie."
America looked up at the Hulk and scowled.
"My face up Riri's fat butt, or..."
A much more intimidated Riri shushed her, not wanting to get in trouble. America's expression softened as she turned to Riri.
"Fine. How about I buy all your underwear from now on, and you don't have to worry about what happens when they rip. Deal?"
Riri smiled, but still had one question.
"And you're gonna buy me the good kind? Not just a bunch of dorky granny panties?"
America smirked.
"Mostly."
That was enough for Riri, who stood up and held out her hand, which America promptly took.
"Deal!"
She then pulled America out of her seat, thanked Jenn, and walked off arm in arm with her girlfriend.
Jenn sighed then sat down, eager for a short break.
...
America and Riri laughed as they walked down the hallway, as if they hadn't just been fighting like cats and dogs. And they would have kept smiling, had a very stern looking woman not side eyed the pair as she walked towards Jenn's office.
Now I don't want to get into stereotypes, but picture the nastiest, most uptight woman you've ever seen and that was who walked past the couple. America immediately glared.
"We got a problem?"
The woman didn't respond, staring straight ahead before walking into Jenn's office. Jenn looked up and raised an eyebrow. She seemed familiar.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
The woman's angry face morphed into something a little more pleasant, though there was still something behind those eyes.
"I'm sure you do. Miriam Sharpe, founder of New Yorkers Against Vigilantism. I'd like to talk to you about this spider person in the news."
...
Normally when stuck in a hanging wedgie, Peter would wait around for MJ to help him down, not wanting to use his powers and risk getting caught. But today, he didn't care...
He limped through the busy streets, at least relieved to be anonymous for once. Spider-Man wasn't too popular right now. Even less than usual.
If he doubted that for one second, the sight of a Daily Bugle newspaper with the headline "CALL FOR WALL-CRAWLER'S ARREST GETS LOUDER" made that more than clear. He stopped to read it, sighed, then heard a familiar voice.
"-and he just looked so pathetic. Like I totally ruined his day. Seriously. Man up, Parker."
Peter looked up to see Liz and Betty stepping out of a store, oblivious to his presence and laughing like they weren't just the worst people.
He took notice of the sparkly pink thong that peeked out above Liz's skirt, briefly thinking about shooting a web and tearing the garment off with one pull...
...but he didn't do that. He just covered his face and turned the corner. That's when his phone rang. MJ was calling.
His trusty girlfriend was walking into the building that contained Jenn's office, making her way to the elevator. She wore a look of concern on her face that slightly went away when he answered.
"Hey..."
"Hey! Are you okay? Where did she leave you? I checked the flagpole, the basketball hoops, the big tree in front of the school..."
Peter blushed as he continued walking, hating the reminder of how many places his dorky butt had been hung up.
"The tree, MJ. I just didn't feel like hanging around today."
Literally and figuratively. MJ was surprised by his irritated tone.
"Okay... well why didn't you tell me? The football team caught me looking for you and gave me like 100 titty twisters. It wasn't fun."
She stepped into the elevator and waited for a response. Peter kicked a stray piece of concrete, watching it skip way further than he intended thanks to his super strength. He'd wanted to keep kicking that.
"I'm sorry... I'm just not myself today."
It was a clichéd response, but described exactly where his mind was at. MJ's frustration went away as she heard the pure sadness in his voice.
"Does May know anything? She must know something's wrong."
Peter shrugged...
"I haven't said anything. I don't know what I would say. 'Hey May, I killed three people yesterday. What's for dinner?'"
MJ frowned as she exited the elevator, but didn't quite walk towards the office yet.
"You did not kill them. It was an accident and in self defense... and they were criminals."
"Doesn't make it easier. It's never easier..."
MJ was silent for a moment, thinking.
"I'm coming over tonight. Make up any excuse to May that you want. I'll bring Chinese food and we'll play board games, and we'll have the best night."
Peter smiled, a genuine display of joy.
"That actually sounds really nice... I love you."
MJ smiled shyly.
"Yeah, yeah... love you too."
She then hung up and made her way down the hall, but stopped right outside Jenn's office. That voice. She knew that voice. From TV maybe?
...
Miriam had just finished her spiel, determined to hire Jennifer and sue Spider-Man for everything he had. Jenn wasn't convinced.
"Wait... Now I know where I've seen you. Your group is the one that tried to get Wanda Maximoff to change her superhero name to the Scarlet Woman because they didn't like the word witch."
Miriam maintained a confident smirk, even if it faltered a bit at the clear insult.
"That's beside the point. The fact is, Ms. Walters, that an illegal vigilante involved himself in a fight that got three men killed before they could be proven guilty in a court of law, not to mention the thousands in property damage he caused. Now tell me, when I put it like that, doesn't that sound like a man who should be taken to court and made to answer for his actions?"
As much as Jenn hated to admit it, she was right. She was a lawyer. Meant to uphold the law. Spider-Man was actively breaking it. But even if she wanted to take the case...
"Well I'm not a superhero lawyer. I'm a wedgie lawyer. Wedgies weren't involved, unless you count the naturals that costume must give him."
Miriam had to resist a chuckle at the reminder that such a strong lawyer was reduced to defending dorks and losers.
"How'd you like to become a superhero lawyer? My organization has powerful friends. We can get you any case you want."
Jenn perked up. This sounded shady. What did she mean by powerful friends? Why was she considering it? Like any good person, she had serious doubts about this, but she really didn't love the amount of vigilantes that had been popping up lately.
And how could she resist getting her career back on track?
"I need to think about this. How about I get back to you later today?"
Miriam kept on smiling as she nodded.
"I can live with that. Just remember we're fighting for the innocent people of New York. Those who still believe in the law."
...
Outside in the hall, MJ was terrified. How could Jenn do this? What would happen if Peter lost the case? Would he have to reveal his identity? Would he go to jail? There were so many horrible questions...
Then she heard footsteps, Miriam's heels clacking against the floor. She quickly ran to the nearby stairs, letting the door close behind her as she pulled out her phone and called Peter once again.
She informed him of the impending lawsuit, tried to comfort him, but Peter was very worried. And yet, there was maybe some hope.
"Do you know any other lawyers? Anyone Jenn is friends with?"
That's when MJ remembered a certain blind lawyer Jenn had once told her about. One she used to date. It hadn't ended well.
"Yeah... Yeah, I think I know the perfect guy."
...
Three hours later, that perfect lawyer hadn't arrived yet, as Peter and MJ sat in the office of Nelson and Murdock. Nelson was out of town and Murdock was busy at the moment.
Luckily they weren't totally alone, as they had Maya Lopez to keep them company. And by keep them company, I mean she sat across from them, on her phone, the deaf woman deliberately not looking up so she could fully ignore them.
(Also, I know Fisk is a crucial part of Daredevil and Echo's stories, but we don't really have time in a story like this to have them react, so just assume they've already processed his death.)
Peter could tell MJ was nervous, and while he was nervous too, he really wanted to cheer up his squirming girlfriend.
"It's gonna be okay. He's gonna help us out, and if it doesn't work... Spider-Man doesn't have to turn himself in, does he? Nobody knows who I am. We'll be fine."
MJ smiled at his comforting words, but there was one problem, blushing and frowning before saying-
"Thank you... but it's not that. It's... sitting down for an hour. Nothing to distract me. I'm really... horny."
Peter blushed almost as much as MJ.
"Oh. Right... the spell. Well do you have your front wedgie in?"
MJ bit her lip, now slightly annoyed following the awkward question.
"Yes. I've got my front wedgie in, but it only helps a little bit."
Peter reached over...
"Well maybe it's just not in good enough."
...giving her waistband a gentle tug.
"Gah!"
Unfortunately for Peter, he didn't know his own super strength, and that gentle tug ended up feeling pretty painful inside his girlfriend's cooch.
MJ glared at a very guilty looking Peter, who immediately let go as he felt a different pair of eyes staring at him. He and MJ turned to see Maya staring back, a mixture of amusement and bewilderment on her face. Peter spoke first.
"It's a long story."
That's when the door opened and Matt Murdock entered the room. If this were a Disney Channel show, you'd hear applause.
The lawyer, a noticeable bruise on the side of his face as if he'd just been in a fist fight, immediately turned towards Peter and MJ and smiled. He'd smelled their dirty, wedgied underwear from all the way down the hall.
"Maya texted me and said we had clients. I hope she made you feel welcome."
Peter stayed silent while MJ shook her head.
"Not really. She just sat there."
Maya shot the woman a glare, then excitedly looked up at Matt, saying something in sign language. Peter and MJ hadn't even realized she was deaf.
Matt shook his head, and MJ raised an eyebrow.
"What's she saying?"
Matt gave her another smile.
"She wants me to ask you about the spell."
MJ blushed.
"Let's move on..."
Peter was just amazed that the blind lawyer could read sign language.
"How did you do that?"
Matt cleared his throat...
"Let's move on..."
To save you some time, because we know the backstory and wedgies aren't involved in what happens next, the dorky couple told Matt everything. Since standard superhero law meant that Matt wasn't allowed to reveal Peter's identity after even a simple meeting, the secret was safe between the three of them.
Convenient, but the law in a world of superheroes requires things like this. Anyway, Matt took the case. He would be defending Spider-Man if it went to court, but he didn't intend to let it get that far.
...
Back at her office, Jenn was tirelessly reading up on Miriam Sharpe and her Anti-Vigilante group. None of it was very good, but none of it was criminal. The only living person who had technically broken the law here was Spider-Man.
With stress gnawing at her stomach and a wedgie working its way up her, not Hulk-sized but decently big, Jenn butt, the lawyer decided she needed a second opinion.
...
Black Hole Sun blasted from a speaker, drowning out the ringtone of another super dork's phone. A super dork who was currently getting her pale cheeks turned red.
SMACK!
"Do you hear something?"
Jessica Jones sighed, not wanting to talk. She only wanted one thing right now.
"No. Do it harder."
The man whose lap she found herself over smiled. It was nobody you'd know. Just a man she picked up in a bar.
"You know what you gotta say."
Jessica grit her teeth. She felt like a dork when he made her say it.
"Spank me harder. My... bratty butt deserves it."
He spanked her again...
"That's right."
...getting a decently loud moan from the PI. He spanked her a few more times, getting a huge smile out of Jess, then stopped as he heard the ringtone.
"Hey, I think you're getting a call."
Jessica sighed.
"Let it ring and make sure I can't sit down for a month."
The man smiled...
"Yes, ma'am."
...deciding to spice things up even more by grabbing the waistband of the Nirvana panties wrapped around her thighs, giving it a yank up her legs, and forcing them inside her butt.
She wasn't happy, immediately standing up and fixing her wedgie.
"Hey! I asked you to spank me! Not give me flashbacks to high school!"
The man chuckled.
"You got wedgies in high school?"
Jessica shot him a glare, then noticed the ringtone. Still irritated about the wedgie, she angrily grabbed her phone... and sighed when she saw it was Jenn.
Not an 'I hate this person' sigh. More of a 'she's either gonna invite me out or hire me for a job' type of sigh.
She looked up at her boy toy, back at her phone, then back at him.
"Get out. I need to take this."
The man awkwardly started walking towards the door, feeling pretty confused.
"Get out? Like for good? Can I at least have your number?"
Jessica briefly considered this...
"Get out."
...but shoved him out the door, slamming it shut before answering the call.
"You seriously owe me..."
...
The next morning, Jessica was making her way down the streets of New York, following Miriam Sharpe and keeping Jenn updated on everything she was doing.
The woman had mostly just been running errands, but Jessica had heard enough yelling and seen enough disgusted expressions to know this woman wasn't good.
"Please tell me this woman is about to be sued for everything she's got. Like she wedgied a senator or something like that."
"Something like that. What's she been doing?"
Jenn's voice asked through the phone.
"Shopping... making phone calls... ruining people's days. Is this the TV woman? The one who talks about banning superheroes?"
"Regulating superheroes..."
Jenn replied, somewhat defensively. Jessica was immediately annoyed by the tone.
"Whatever. We all know what that really means. Don't get your big white underwear in a twist."
Jenn would normally tease Jess about her inability to say panties, but was too busy blushing.
"I... I stopped wearing those."
"Oh yeah? What are you wearing right now?"
Jenn awkwardly picked at her white granny panties which were starting to ride up again.
"Blue boyshorts."
Jessica didn't believe that for a second.
"Uh huh..."
"Just follow her please."
Jenn was clearly on edge about something and Jessica didn't like it, but before she could show her concern, she looked up to see that Miriam had vanished.
"And what if I... lost her?"
"You lost her?"
Jessica sighed.
"No, just... hang on."
She looked around, quickly finding Miriam standing in line at a burger place.
"I've got her..."
She watched as Miriam got closer to the front of the line, and as she ordered her phone, Jessica turned to look at the kitchen where she would find a horrifying sight.
She watched in horror as the cook shoved an ungloved hand into the back of her pants, adjusting her underwear before touching the burger.
"What the- That's disgusting!"
Jenn, who had no idea what was going on, was immediately concerned.
"What?! What happened?!"
A very angry Jessica muttered-
"That was my favorite burger place..."
Jenn raised an eyebrow.
"What about burgers?"
Jessica returned her gaze to Miriam, who was now exiting the restaurant with her food.
"Miriam Sharpe is now leaving my former favorite burger place."
Jenn sighed, realizing they were getting nowhere. She told Jessica to go home, and after a bit of debate, Jessica did just that.
If she had kept following Miriam for a few more minutes, she would have gotten the ultimate proof that this woman was bad news.
Miriam sat down in her car, looking down at her now ringing phone. The number wasn't listed, but she recognized it immediately, answering the call which came from...
...
...Vanessa Fisk, who was standing in a bathroom, hand on the back of her squirming slave Giulietta's head.
"Quit struggling. You're the one who said all you could smell was my butt. I'm doing you a favor!"
She then shoved the woman's head in the toilet.
"Excuse me?!"
Vanessa sighed. Miriam had answered the call.
"I'm not talking to you. Not yet. Has she said yes?"
Miriam huffed at the threat before answering.
"She wanted time to think. I'm going to meet her right now."
Vanessa smiled as Giulietta's struggling started to stop, her air supply being cut off, then mercifully flushed the toilet.
"Well you know what to do if she says no..."
"I do."
Vanessa then hung up, crouched down, and gave Giulietta a sinister smile. Giulietta just glared.
"Aww. It's been over a year now, Tongue. If you don't break and become more obedient soon, I might have to give you to the police. Let them take you to the Raft. You think I'm bad? At least I don't want to permanently injure you. The ladies at the Raft don't have any issue with that. Ever had a cigarette put out on your face? That tiny little scar you care so much about covering up is nothing compared to what you'll look like after a week in there."
Giulietta's anger softened, being replaced with genuine fear. Vanessa smiled, then shoved her head back in the toilet.
"That's what I thought..."
...
If you're a Hulk, it's really smart to have a way to blow off steam. Jenn's ways were Pixar movies and dancing in her underwear to a 90's pop song.
After dancing to Lovefool by The Cardigans, she sat at her desk, stripped down to her red bra and very white underpants, and watched Inside Out on her computer.
She got about thirty minutes in before hearing a knock at the door. She went pale, looking over at the clock. Her meeting with Miriam wasn't supposed to start for another ten minutes.
"Just a second!"
She began scrambling around, turning off the movie and getting dressed. Her pants went on last, the lawyer hopping over to the door and sliding them up her legs. She hurriedly stuffed her shirt into her pants and buttoned them before opening the door to...
...her ex-boyfriend, Matt Murdock himself, who stood in the doorway with a sheepish smile.
"Were you dancing?"
Jenn sighed, immediately growing more annoyed than anything. She hadn't seen him since the break-up.
"You could have told me it was you. I wouldn't have scrambled to get dressed so fast."
She then stepped aside, walking over to her desk as Matt entered and gave a playful shrug.
"I would have noticed. Your suits have a specific sound."
Jenn didn't look fazed.
"Sure they do. Why are you here? I have a meeting in nine minutes."
Matt's smile disappeared. He had hoped she wouldn't still be mad, but leaving your new girlfriend for your ex tended to have that effect on people.
He was here to discuss the Spider-Man issue... but was now thinking about something else.
"Can we talk about what happened?"
Jenn raised an eyebrow, resisting to urge to scoff. She had moved on a long time ago, but that didn't mean she agreed with the way he'd ended things.
"Matt, it was months ago. I'm over it. Can't we just lie, say we'll be friends, and move on?"
Matt wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that.
"I just want to apologize. I should have known Karen and I would work things out, and it wasn't fair to do that to you. It just felt... I wasn't sure who liked you. M-"
Jenn frowned...
"If you say Matt Murdock or Daredevil, I swear..."
...before switching to a a half-hearted smile.
"I've moved on. You're off the hook. Is that enough for you to hear?"
It wasn't, but Matt nodded anyway, deciding it was probably time to move onto the actual topic he came to ask about. He stepped closer to her desk, but didn't sit down yet.
"I hear you have a new case."
Jenn looked up, a mix of emotions flashing across her face. Mostly irritation.
"Which case?"
Matt could hear her heart racing. Something had her concerned.
"You're suing Spider-Man."
Jenn sighed.
"I haven't decided if I'm taking the case or not. Who told you that?"
Matt sat down now, not wanting to seem confrontational.
"Somebody overhead a conversation and it has them concerned. I was hoping to talk you out of it."
Jenn folded her hands and gave him a serious look.
"I haven't taken the case yet, but if I did, that's none of your business."
"It's Miriam Sharpe, Jenn."
Daredevil had been a frequent target of Miriam's group. He wasn't a fan.
"Yes, and I hate her guts, but you know how I feel about vigilantes. Sure some of them are good, and I trust you, but there are more and more superheroes popping up every day, and they're becoming more and more reckless."
"Spider-Man isn't reckless. He's trying to-"
Jenn sighed.
"He got someone killed. Someone who had a right to a trial, regardless of how either of us felt about him."
"It was an accident."
"Because he was reckless. Other heroes work with government agencies, or at least pick up after themselves."
Matt paused. He respected her position, but he also knew she couldn't let herself get involved with Miriam.
"And what happens if you win? Will it end with Spider-Man, or does Miriam's group go after more heroes? What happens when they decide the Avengers are too big of a threat."
"But this isn't about superheroes in general. This is about a young man who is in way over his head, and we can't have reckless superheroes who think they're above the law."
Matt tried not to take this personally, but he had a solid argument, sighing before responding.
"Imagine a world where nobody got tired of the way things were and decided to make a change."
Jenn stared at him with a deathly serious expression.
"Yes. Now imagine a world where everyone did."
There was a knock at the door and Miriam entered the room.
"Oh. Am I early?"
Miriam knew she wasn't early. She just wanted to make Matt feel awkward for being there.
Jenn shook her head, turned to Matt, and said-
"No, he was just leaving."
Matt stared for a moment, then stood up and gave her a nod.
"I trust your judgment, Ms. Walters. Have a nice day."
He then left the room, not acknowledging Miriam, who sat down where Matt had just been.
And this is where Jenn would turn to face the audience.
"Hey there. Hee's having some writer's block and would like to move onto the next scene. Basically I refused and was kidnapped by Miriam Sharpe. Let's see what happens next!"
...
Matt returned to his office where Maya was waiting for him. He was clearly dejected.
<Did it work?>
She signed, a sarcastic grin on her face. Matt smirked despite his frustration.
<No, but you already knew it wouldn't.>
Maya nodded, reaching out and miming the act of giving a wedgie before signing back.
<I could have convinced her.>
Matt sat down at his desk and started putting together some papers.
"Knowing Jenn, that would have just made her wanna take the case more. I'll have to start putting my own together. Can you-"
That's when he heard the door shut. She'd gotten pretty good at hiding from his senses. Matt sighed...
"Please don't make things worse."
...and opened a drawer, pulling out his Daredevil suit before hurrying after her.
...
Jenn moaned as she woke up, tied to a chair, stripped down to nothing but her white granny panties. Yes, they even took her bra.
"Look bro, Tiny Tits is awake.'
Jenn looked up to see a Tracksuit looking down at her with a smirk. She looked down at those smaller breasts she'd always been embarrassed about (you should see them in She-Hulk form though), then glanced over at another Tracksuit guarding the only door with a gun.
She turned to the other side of the room, seeing Vanessa and Miriam standing off to the side, watching her. Giulietta was on the floor next to them, once again on her knees with her mask shoved up her rear, and now having a pair of likely dirty panties in her mouth.
As she finally started to come to her senses, she started trying to break free of her bonds, but it was of no use. If only she had a big, strong alter-e... Wait...
Her skin started to turn green and just when she was about to fully Hulk out, she saw Vanessa start to laugh. She immediately stopped the transformation, starting to worry about just what was so funny.
Vanessa smiled and stepped forward, reaching out and stroking Jenn's chin. Now Jenn was straight and very nervous about the situation she found herself in, but she'd be lying if she said that touch didn't send tingles throughout her body.
The woman had been very busy and gotten very touch starved. Can you blame her?
"Go ahead... turn green and try to escape. Test out my late husband's new tech. He never got a chance to find out if his investment paid off."
Jenn squirmed a bit.
"Let me guess. Hulk proof?"
Vanessa smiled, but she was clearly not happy. Just in a slightly better mood than before.
"It should be. Try it out, but I'm only removing those restraints when I have you where I want you."
"And where is that?"
Vanessa chuckled.
"Big, angry, and ready to destroy everything in sight."
Jenn chuckled back.
"You know I don't do that, right? I'm past the whole 'lose control' stage, and I don't know why you think that an angry Hulk in your... wherever we are, is a good idea."
Vanessa didn't say anything. She just reached down and gave a hard tug to Jenn's briefs, splitting her pussy in front of everyone. Jenn screamed. The tracksuits laughed.
Finally Vanessa let go, the panties snapping against Jenn's waist.
"All you had to do was sue the Spider-Man and enjoy your job as a real lawyer again. Now you get to be the reason people fully turn on superheroes."
Jenn looked up at her, starting to piece everything together, even if the tear of pain sliding down her cheek destroyed any sense of control.
"So you blame Spider-Man for your husband's death, and think that getting rid of superheroes will make you feel better?"
Vanessa's lips twisted into a frown.
"I know it will..."
She then grabbed ahold of Jenn's panties again and yanked. Jenn screamed once again. Miriam turned away, not having the stomach to watch.
Jenn felt like her vagina was on fire, cotton tightening up inside it as the panties tore into places she didn't even know she had. Vanessa's bullying of Giulietta had clearly honed her skills.
Vanessa made sure to stretch the panties as far as they would go, then let them snap back against Jenn like a rubber band. Jenn shrieked at the sharp pain, fear quickly turning to mild irritation as she laughed.
"If wedgies caused me to Hulk-out, I'd be in big trouble. I get them every day! Try harder..."
Vanessa stared for a moment...
"Okay."
...then grabbed her tits and twisted as hard as she could. Jenn screamed, but the worse was yet to come.
"Look at you. Buttcheeks as big as moons and a chest as flat as a surfboard. Jennifer Walters, single, almost forty, working as a lawyer for nerds. Look at how little you've accomplished in life."
The woman then let go and watched as Jenn ever so slightly turned a shade of green.
"You know the second you let me loose, I'm just gonna make you pay."
Vanessa shrugged.
"We'll see about that."
She then kicked Jenn in the crotch so hard that the chair she was in went flying. The chair broke on impact, leaving Jenn on the floor, still stuck in her bonds.
Vanessa walked over and planted her foot firmly on Jenn's crotch, pushing down as the lawyer groaned.
"Little Wedgie Walters. Laughing stock of her high school. The only girl who didn't get asked to prom, but showed up anyway and got stripped naked before being shoved in a trash can... I did my research."
She got to work grinding her foot down on Jenn's vag, the woman groaning in awful pain as her skin got darker. Vanessa was almost there. Just one more taunt.
"And you know what the worst part is? You're still just as much of a loser! Getting wedgies, and not getting laid!"
Jenn looked up at Vanessa, her face a deep shade of green.
"Shut UP!"
Her voice morphed into a growl as she fully transformed. Vanessa stepped back while the now Hulk continued squirming, trying to break free of her bonds.
"Time to go Miriam. You too, Tongue."
Miriam and Giulietta followed Vanessa towards the door, leaving the tracksuits behind with the She-Hulk.
"Wait! What about us?"
Vanessa turned.
"Cut her lose and lead her to the city."
The tracksuits turned to each other in fear, then turned back to their boss.
"She could kill us!"
Vanessa didn't respond. She didn't care. She just made her way out the door. The tracksuits looked down at the monster, scared out of their minds, but neither wanted to get on Vanessa's bad side.
One hurried over, undid the bindings... and went flying as the She-Hulk threw them against the wall. The other tracksuit screamed and pulled out a gun, firing a few shots at her.
The bullets bounced off, and he immediately found himself getting kicked in the crotch, dropping to his knees and praying he hadn't just lost the ability to procreate.
He then watched as She-Hulk stormed over to the door, tore a hole in the wall, and went chasing after Vanessa.
...
Maya smiled as the door to Jenn's apartment opened, happy that her lock picking skills hadn't failed her. She immediately began searching for the lawyer that was causing so much trouble, eager to tear her a new vagina.
Realizing Jenn probably wasn't there just yet, she decided to make herself at home, eating her snacks, inspecting her underwear drawer (it was all white briefs with a couple black pairs thrown in), and moving objects in ways that weren't immediately obvious, but would subtly make the woman think she was losing her mind.
When the door finally opened and light poured into the room, Maya hid behind a wall and watched for shadows.
Jessica Jones entered the apartment, looking around for her friend in the dark, concerned by the fact that the door hadn't been locked.
"Jenn? Please tell me I'm not about to stumble onto a murder scene. I can't deal with the police today."
She took a few cautious steps forward... and yelled in surprise as Maya jumped out and tackled her to the ground. Maya, having no idea what Jenn looked liked, assumed this was her and began reaching for the front of Jessica's waistband.
Jess quickly threw her off, launching Maya into the wall and leaving a Lopez sized dent in it as the woman fell to the floor. Jessica groaned and sat up to find her assailant had disappeared.
"Jenn, what did you get yourself into?"
She then gasped as she felt two hands slide down her pants and yank up on her stretched out and unwashed Nirvana panties. Her crack burned as she began throwing punches behind her.
The first two missed the cocky, smiling Maya, only for the third to nail her right in the crotch.
Her eyes flew open while her face contorted in pain, mouth opening up in a silent moan before falling into the fetal position, hands soothing her aching womanhood.
Jessica got onto her knees, reaching over and grabbing the waistband of Maya’s undies. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to taste sweet justice as Maya reached up with both hands and started twisting Jessica's tits.
The PI with a drinking problem groaned in pain, struggling to pry Maya’s hands away. Luckily her super strength came in handy and Maya found her hands getting crushed by her new enemy.
Not wanting lose her ability to talk for a few weeks, she took her knee and drove it into Jessica's pussy, slowly grinding on it in the most painful way possible.
Jessica let go and Maya scurried to her feet, looking down at the woman she believed to be Jenn and signing something about needing to change her mind or else.
Jessica didn't understand a word, growing even angrier. She didn't want to be offensive, but her already poor filter was even poorer after the last brutal minute.
"I don't speak sign language! I don't understand a word you're saying!"
Maya signed something else, really just trying to make her angry at this point. It worked.
"I don't know what you're trying to tell me! Do I need to get you a pen and paper?!"
Maya stared for a moment before flipping her off. Jessica rolled her eyes.
"I understood that."
Maya then delivered a kick right to Jessica's face, disorienting the woman and knocking her flat on her face. Before Jessica could comprehend what was happening, Maya was sitting on her back and giving those alt-rock undies some hard tugs.
Jessica started crying out in pain, though they were more tough girl type cries than anything too 'loserish.'
She squirmed and shut her eyes, mind flooding with memories of brutal butt flossings at the hands of cheerleaders and football players.
Maya just smiled, absolutely loving the power she had over this faux tough girl. Anyone wearing undies with a smiley face on them had to be a major dork.
Of course, Maya was wearing purple panties with little music notes, so...
She kept yanking and yanking, getting the legholes up to her mid-back as Jessica groaned and yelled, buttcrack on fire as the cotton brutally chafed it. She wasn't gonna be able to sit down for awhile.
Salvation came in the form of a devil, a red suited Daredevil who pulled Maya off Jessica and onto her feet.
<What are you doing?>
Maya yanked herself out of Matt's grip, looking up at him with a furious glare.
<Convincing.>
Matt looked down at Jessica who was now rubbing her sore butt, then back at Maya.
<That's not Jennifer.>
If you looked closely, you'd be able to see the faintest blush beneath Maya's fury.
<I knew that. I was interrogating her.>
<Interrogating someone who can't speak sign language?>
"Matt?"
Matt turned to Jessica, giving an awkward wave.
"Sorry."
Jessica decided she was too irritated to speak, standing up and heading for the door. She then stopped, remembering why she came here in the first place.
"Wait, where's Jenn?"
A roar sounded off in the distance, Matt and Jessica instantly realizing it was their friend.
...
Vanessa, Miriam, and Giulietta (still with her mask shoved deep inside her rectum) ran through the halls of Fisk Tower as various tracksuits shot at She-Hulk.
"Quit shooting at her, you idiots! We need to lead her outside!"
Miriam sighed as she began questioning her life choices.
"This is a terrible plan!"
Vanessa grit her teeth.
"Well I'm not exactly a supervillain. I'd like to see you try and-"
Vanessa grunted as Giulietta slammed her fist into her stomach, the former mob wife bending forward before being lifted up by her lacey white panties.
"Gah! P-put me down now! You have no idea the trouble you're in, Tongue! There's no way I'm keeping you safe now! You're going to the Raft where you'll spend the rest of your days having fists shoved up your anus and choking on pubic hair!"
Giulietta smirked as she gave the clearly scared woman a bounce.
"I'm used to it thanks to you... but I think it's your turn to be the slave. I think-"
She-Hulk's fist made contact with Giulietta's face, knocking her to the ground. Vanessa fell down as well, groaning as she went to pry her expensive undies from her round buttocks.
That's when she felt the hot breath on her body, looking up to see a very angry She-Hulk glaring down at her before letting out a roar.
A few gunshots rang out as a tracksuit fired at the monster, the bullets bouncing off her skin and drawing the jade giantess' attention away from Vanessa.
The tracksuit smiled a crazed smile, truly believing he could take down the hulking woman.
"Look it! The tiny tits are big now!'
He didn't last long, She-Hulk jumping up and crashing onto the tracksuit. He wasn't getting up.
She-Hulk then turned to see that both Vanessa and Giulietta were gone. Luckily for her, Miriam was still running down the hall, now completely alone. Completely at the mercy of a Hulk.
...
Peter and MJ, our dorky couple who had sort of vanished for the last half of our story, were pretty busy in the otherwise empty Parker apartment, his Aunt May gone for the night.
They had taken full advantage, and even though MJ couldn't feel pleasure, it didn't mean she was gonna let Peter go without it.
He normally felt bad that he couldn't give her what she gave him, but right now? He was just focused on the feeling of her lips and tongue working on his excited little spider.
Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing at all. It was perfect, and all his cares seemed to melt-
Sirens sounded out from the streets below, followed by She-Hulk's roars. MJ didn't notice, too focused on the 'job.' Peter did notice, sighing as he tapped on MJ's shoulder.
"MJ... MJ, I have to..."
MJ still didn't notice, and Peter quickly found his desire to interrupt fading.
"I... I guess somebody else can take care of it tonight."
...
Daredevil, Maya, and Jessica stood in front of Fisk Tower where screaming people were running out of the doors. She-Hulk's roars erupted from above, drowning out all other sounds, including the screams of Miriam Sharpe as she went flying out of the building.
A trail of cotton flapped in the breeze as the viciously and deservedly wedgied woman went over the trio's heads, falling head first into a trash can.
Jessica chuckled, glad to see the woman get a little bit of comeuppance. Her amusement vanished when she turned back to see the angry She-Hulk in the doorway.
Matt turned to Jessica...
"You're her best friend. What do we do to calm her down?"
...who nervously pulled out her phone and opened Disney+. Inside Out started playing and She-Hulk's anger immediately began to subside. Matt smiled at the rather adorable moment.
Jessica tried to act annoyed by the film, but she was clearly tapping her foot to the fun soundtrack.
BANG!
She-Hulk roared once again as a nearby cop started to shoot. Jessica pocketed her phone, ran over, and yanked the cop's gun away before throwing it as far as she could.
"We were fixing it! What is wrong with-"
Jessica let out a low groan as she felt her panties get yanked for the third time in the last twenty-four hours. She-Hulk had grabbed ahold of her undies and was now swinging her around like a toy.
"Jenn! JENN!!!"
Matt jumped up onto She-Hulk's shoulders, billy club in hand as he prepared (but hoped not) to use it.
"Jenn, listen to me. You don't wanna-"
Matt quickly found himself on the ground, with She-Hulk's foot crushing his chest. Maya stood by and watched with a cocky smirk.
<Normally you have to pay to get a tall woman to step on you.>
Matt wasn't amused.
"Start helping, please."
Maya shrugged, satisfied with her joke, grabbing her partner's billy club and wacking the Hulk in the knees. She-Hulk yelled, dropping Jessica and getting off of Matt.
Maya brought the billy club down on her face, and when her foe was suitably discombobulated, she unbuttoned She-Hulk's stretchy suit pants, yanking them down and yanking up on the also stretchy granny panties.
Jessica blushed at the sight of split Hulk pussy, looking away as Maya viciously tried her best to continue the wedgie, even if her victim's height made it hard to do.
Matt grabbed the billy club from off the ground, jumping up and giving Jenn's head another wack.
"Jessica! Pixar!"
Jessica hurriedly got Inside Out playing once again, She-Hulk roaring in anger at the frontal wedgie before suddenly going quiet at the sight of her favorite animated film.
Matt and Jessica smiled as their plan started to work again, but Maya was getting carried away with the wedgie, standing on her toes and continuing to dig the fabric further into Jenn's vagina.
This was keeping She-Hulk from fully calming down, and she suddenly reached out, grabbing Maya by the back of her pants and lifting her into a pretty painful denim wedgie.
Maya started kicking and flailing around, the silent dork clearly embarrassed and in pain. She was then thrown into Jessica, who's phone fell to the ground and cracked.
"Of course..."
Matt gasped as She-Hulk's fist flew towards him, jumping up to avoid the fist and giving his ex another whack to the head.
"Sorry. I'll make it up to you later."
Jessica grabbed her phone and tried to turn it back on, but it was definitely broken. She growled, threw the phone into a nearby wall, and forced herself to her feet.
"What's plan B?"
Maya awkwardly pulled her jeans out of her butt before turning to Jess.
<We could use you as bait.>
"I still don't understand anything you're trying to tell me."
Matt was now spanking She-Hulk with the club, dodging the occasional fist.
Funny... When they were dating, he wasn't exactly dodging that fist, y'know what I'm saying?
"There's gotta be something we can do."
Jessica brushed herself off and ran over to join Matt, though instead of spanking her friend, she stood right in front of her and prepared to do something truly gross...
...fight back with the power of kindness.
"Jenn! You're... probably my best friend, and I need you to stop."
She-Hulk growled and tried to stomp the woman into the ground, but Jessica jumped away just in time.
"Jenn, I need you to calm down! You're smart and funny and... you've got a good butt. Seriously. I'm... jealous."
Matt couldn't keep from smirking as the moody woman was forced to act kind, getting a glare from her in return.
"Stop smiling. It's your turn now."
Matt ran over to join Jessica, looking up at his ex with a gentle expression.
"Jenn, we were only together for two months, but... it was special. You're special."
Between Jessica and Matt's words of love, She-Hulk was finally beginning to calm down.
"You look great, you do great, you are great. Anyone would be lucky to have you."
Jessica chimed back in with-
"Even as a wedgie lawyer, you do more good than anyone I've ever met. You're the best person I know, and I never wanna lose you as my friend."
Maya pretended to gag as she read their lips, the love fest making her uncomfortable.
She-Hulk's breathing started to slow, green skin tone lightening up. Jessica and Matt smiled as they watched her go from pure rage beast Jenn, to their friend.
Jenn immediately felt the breeze on her bare legs, hands rushing to cover her wedgied vagina.
"Okay... I do wear tighty whities, but don't make a big deal about it."
Jessica sighed with relief before smirking.
"Oh I definitely will."
...
A lot happened in the days that followed. Vanessa was arrested after evidence was found all throughout Fisk Tower of her and her husband's illicit activity.
As a result, any idea that Spider-Man was a bloodthirsty vigilante who had killed an innocent man was rejected by the rational majority.
Miriam Sharpe got off without legal punishment, but amidst rumors of ties to the mafia, the New Yorkers Against Vigilantism disbanded and its members split off to join similar organizations. It was a start.
Vanessa was arrested and sentenced to thirty years in one of those cushy prisons where she was likely to experience a rather pleasant stay all things considered.
So imagine her surprise as she was loaded onto a helicopter and shipped off to the Raft. Giulietta had spent the last week taking over the Fisks' former territories, and managed to get enough pull to make new arrangements for her former mistress.
Following a very rough and very invasive strip search, Vanessa was led to her new cell, one she shared with a familiar face. A menacing smile and familiar accent greeted her.
"My, my. The trophy wife in prison? Perhaps the law is finally starting to work."
Elektra Natchios approached the terrified woman who was so used to a life of luxury, reaching out and caressing her beautifully aged face.
"You and I are going to have so much fun together, aren't we Tongue?"
...
The woman formerly known as Tongue sat at the end of a large table and wore her freshly disinfected mask, a true force to be reckoned with once more.
Two tracksuits were behind her and standing guard as she spoke to her new organization's leaders. There was one woman and a few men, mostly so I can have her make a tiny, three word reference to this year's best movie.
"Lady and gentlemens... a new queenpin has arrived, and things are going to work a little differently from now on.
...
In Jenn's office, she hosted a small party for those involved in the last week's events, Matt, Maya, Jessica, and MJ standing and hanging out. Peter was allowed to come as well, as MJ's boyfriend of course. His identity was still only known to her and Matt.
They laughed, ate, and drank and before long, Matt, Maya, Jessica, and Jenn were standing in the corner and talking.
"So Jessica, I keep having these flashbacks to my little rampage, and there's this word that keeps popping into my head. Jealous? What were you jealous about, Jessie?"
Jessica blushed and took a sip of her drink.
"No comment."
Matt spoke next...
"I think we make a pretty good-"
...only for Jessica to interrupt.
"Say we should team up more often and I'll pull your underwear through your eye."
Matt shrugged, only vaguely starting to doubt his good idea.
"Well... the offer stands. Who knows, maybe someday we'll have to."
...
Two Months From Now
...
Matt stood, once again in full Daredevil mode, on a rooftop across from Avengers Tower, scoping out the building as storm clouds sent lightning to its roof.
"I think that's her."
Maya stood beside him.
<The witch's lair.>
Jessica, who still hated Maya and didn't understand sign language, asked-
"What'd the brat say?"
Maya read her lips and started signing swears, while a Hulked out Jenn translated the first part.
"The witch's lair."
Jessica sighed.
"Don't say witch. I feel like we're in some dorky fantasy movie."
Peter stood next to the four, Spider-Man costume covering him below the neck while he held his mask in his hand.
"Fantasy movies are actually pretty mainstream these days."
"Yeah, shut up Jess. You wouldn't know a good movie if it yanked your panties up your flat butt."
That last part was said by the King of Asgard herself, Valkyrie, who stepped forward with a sword in hand.
"Let's go. Carol and the rest of those dorks aren't gonna save themselves."
This new team of heroes stepped to the edge of the roof, preparing for a siege on Avengers Tower. As the thunder roared and the lightning crackled, an evil laugh could be heard echoing across the city.
The laugh... of Agatha Harkness…