Chapter 17
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17. Back From the Dead Already?
- Summary - 10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but not for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable-MA*
OoOoO Symkarian Speech OoOoO*
"Example…" - Normal, Speech said in English with or without a Symkarian accent
" Example… " - Italics, Speech is said in Symkarian
Act 2.5*
Back From the Dead Already?*
- SpiderMan - Symkarian Embassy - 08:55PM -
There he lay, oblivious to anything and everything happening to and around him, completely blacked out. Civilians ran past and around him, avoiding the falling debris and rubble in screams and panic, whilst the sirens of police cars and ambulances wailed, getting closer to the embassy, firetrucks tailing behind. The fire blazed and the green smoke grew thicker, beginning to pollute the sky above the streets of New York; people all the way from Staten Island could see streaks of the murky-green cloud rising into the sky from the fire. Unfortunate bystanders had been crushed in cakes of blood and bone by the falling debris, leaving an unpleasant image on the Manhattan streets. The side of the embassy ceased to break away, the broken structure leaving a hole in the side of the building, which was up in flames. Civilians were too much in shock to even notice the SpiderMan lying beneath the Metro railing, unmoving, just as the Emergency Services arrived on site, escorting people to safety and tending to the injured, while firemen and the police began to see to the destruction and fire. Symkarian soldiers poured out of the building with their belongings in hand, others staying inside in an attempt to salvage the medical supplies and to douse the flames, joined by firemen, as police ran in to investigate the point of origin of the destruction.
Peter couldn't feel his spider-sense, or the hands on his body as he was turned over from his stomach to his back, revealing his costume still intact, but covered in powdered rubble and concrete, as well as black ash. But the person that had turned him over wasn't a friendly - it was a familiar foe he hadn't seen in years - and one he wouldn't be seeing anytime soon.
"Ah, my old foe. Weak and vulnerable. Maybe even dead already. It's a shame that the boss wants you alive," he spoke through his fish-bowl of a helmet, "I guess it's time to work my magic on you. Let's see if that serum really does upgrade my illusions into reality. Time for you to rediscover and feel your deepest desires come true - desires you will never have in the real world; desires you once had, lost, but still want. One main desire, though side effects are inevitable - less desirable wants to go with what do you want most. Abra, kadabra, and alakazam, Spiderman. This should keep you busy long enough."
With that, Quentin Beck, better known as the menacing Mysterio, much indeed did revive a mostly-dead Peter into a state of unconsciousness with a series of complicated spells. Everybody was too focused on the burning embassy to noticed what went on between the two. Mysterio felt a sudden surge of energy as the serum kicked in, his clear helmet fogging up, with his purple cape stretching out like a bat behind his green costume, encircled in a cloud of green-white smoke. The spells caused the smoke to find its way into Peter's lungs as the gas expanded, creating a smokescreen over the pair. With a final chant, there was a blinding flash of white, as the gas dissipated into the environment, Mysterio gone with it. Peter lay there semi-conscious, clinging on to a bare minimum of his life, oblivious to what just happened. He saw a white flash in his vision for a quick second, snapping him into a painful state of consciousness.
His ears rang and his vision was dim, him barely processing the chaos around him. He tried to move, but his muscles barely budged, and his body felt strong pains, and he could barely feel the warmth of his blood matted over his skin and hair, as he felt droplets of his own sweat hang off of his growing beard stubble. He lay still, almost in a state of paralysis, looking up to see the black smoke in the sky, as a result of the blaze. He was alerted to his south, as a familiar figure and voice called him by his name.
"Peter… Oh god…" the character quietly spoke under her breath, inspecting Spidey's broken body, as she put her hand over her mouth.
Peter could just about see a dim character standing still, the only thing calm within the chaos around the building. He saw her come to her knees and reach out for him, as her silky, red hair came hanging down the sides of her head. She put a hand on his wrist as if to check for a pulse, trying to get around his web-shooters; Peter managed to barely move a finger to answer her unasked question, and he quietly, weakly spoke.
"Hey, Mary Jane…" Peter said behind his red and black suit, "Long time… no see…"
MJ gently sat on one knee, bringing her ex's head up onto her lap, as she processed the limpness in his body.
"Peter, what happened?" she asked him, and it was like they were the only two souls in the world. "You look broken; you need help."
Peter could barely move, and he tilted his head to look at her properly, speaking, "Nice to see you too, MJ. I'm… gonna pass out now…" Pete loudly whispered to her, as he just lay in the moment, his weaknesses and fatigue taking control.
"I'm taking you to my place; you really look like crap," MJ spoke, standing up, helping Peter up with her, as he slung an arm around her shoulder, almost stumbling back down. Mary Jane struggled, managing to take him into a dark and secluded area behind a couple of buildings, away from all the panic and chaos. She set him down against the wall, as Peter uncomfortably slid his back down the brick, landing tiredly into a seated position.
"Wait here. I'll be two minutes," MJ told him, standing up. Peter gave a quick thumbs-up in response, his arm automatically dropping back down onto the ground beside him.
And, two minutes later, MJ very much did arrive, though she arrived in a van, which had a print of the title, 'The Daily Bugle' on the front of it. Peter looked up at this, grunting slightly, as MJ opened the front door and stepped out, leaving the engine on, as the headlights flashed in the darkness of the night.
"Ok, Peter. Let's get you in the back. And stay quiet - I don't want anybody thinking I've kidnapped an injured SpiderMan," MJ spoke, putting a hand on her waist as she looked down at him.
Peter wearily stood up, and through all the pain, smirked behind his mask, even though his lips tore when he stretched his mouth, "What happened to you not wanting anything to do with me?"
MJ rolled her green eyes at him, accompanying him over to the back of the van, which she opened up with a key. She replied, "I didn't want anything to do with the symbiote. And I was right not to - considering the reputation that thing gave you - is it true you killed all those people?"
Peter's smirk faded, as he made the effort to get both feet in the van, which was loaded with equipment from the daily bugle; microphones, cameras, etc. He sighed mildly and sat down against a wooden desk in the back of the van, one hand holding his healing ribs. His costume was full of sweat by now - it was unsurprising really - sweat and blood together on the inside, his smart-mask showing his vitals below average, displaying a simulation of his body, highlighting damaged parts. His silence answered Mary Jane's question, and she didn't want to instigate anything, so she hesitantly began to close the doors. Peter's quiet grunts of pain was cloaked behind the sound of the engine, just as MJ snapped the doors shut, locking the back with a key. Peter shuffled on his ass over to a sheepskin bean-bag in the corner of the van, and although a little dusty, it was still comfortable, and he groaned as he managed to lie back on it, his body and rear end on the bag, his head leaning against the white walls of the van, the AI in his suit beeping, his heart-rate unsteady, his vision blotted. He didn't care right now - he already felt like absolute donkey shite, and he closed his eyes, as he felt the van begin to move, his limbs crumpling around him. Almost instantly, Peter blacked out once more, though this time it was more like a sleep.
- Mary Jane's Apartment - 09:45PM -
Peter groggily woke up on a comfortable, leather couch, to find himself shirtless, and his mask beside him on the floor with his web-shooters and upper-body attire. It was only after 10 seconds when he realised a tiny, scratching pain on the side of his shoulder, and without moving his head, his jaw clenched as he looked over to see the beautiful Mary Jane Watson leaning over on her knees from beside the couch, concentrating on stitching away at an open wound. She gave him a quick glance when she noticed he had woken up, smiling inwards as she went on to continue working on his wound amongst other healed scars. Peter lay back, the dried blood on his body being wiped away with freezing wet-wipes, as Peter took a sharp breath from its temperature. Peter's senses had switched on, and he could clearly see now in the darkness of the room, aside from the glowing, warmth-giving fire from the fire-place, which also provided enough light for Mary Jane to work on Peter's wounds, as she finished closing up the stitch on one wound, wrapping a bandage around it. She moved towards the
final wound, which wasn't leaking much blood, but was a cut of a fair size, that ran down the side of his hip and abdomen.
MJ signalled him, then she firmly said, "Might wanna clench your jaw," as she picked up a bottle of disinfectant, "Because there's no way this isn't going to sting, Spidey."
Peter was caught off-guard as Mary Jane tilted his body over a little, removing Peter's utility belt, and slightly pulling down the waistband of his lower attire and boxers. MJ tipped over the bottle of disinfectant, the liquid seeping into and around Peter's wound, stinging wildly and giving him a painful, hot flash though he maintained to keep the volume of his groaning and grunting to a minimum. Mary Jane apologised quickly, though Peter assured her it was fine. MJ applied some styptic, then continued on the wound with stitches and bandages, as Peter breathed steadily and calmly. Once Mary Jane had finished her handiwork, Peter comfortably tilted his body back over, and he hesitantly sat up against the couch. Mary Jane stood up from her knees, taking a seat beside Peter as she sanitised and disinfected her hands with gel, leaving the medical equipment below them.
"Talk about a wake-up call," Peter joked, looking over at her, "Thank you though. I appreciate it."
Mary Jane giggled a little, "Someone's gotta make sure you don't bleed out on the pavement. It's been a while since I've done that. And you look different with visible facial hair - even if it is just stubble."
Peter ignored that last comment, then budged closer to the fire, MJ following him.
"Why'd you do it, though? I honestly thought you hated me, MJ," Peter asked, his shoulder and abdomen still sore.
MJ leaned back into the couch, closing her eyes as she did, and spoke gently, "I never hated you, Pete. I may have overreacted in the moment, but I didn't condone what the suit made you do. And I still don't. And I can't take you to a hospital because you'd have to give up your identity," she opened her eyes, turning to look into Peter's tired, hazel eyes, and she spoke
finally, "But most importantly - if you have the power to something good for someone else…"
Then Peter finished it off, speaking, "…Then you should have the moral obligation and responsibility to carry it out."
Pete smiled with her in a cheesy fashion, then slowly made a move, getting his right arm around her shoulder, staring at her, and she did the same. "It's good seeing you again, MJ."
MJ smirked, biting the corner of her shiny, ruby lower lip, asking tenderly, "Why? Did you miss me?"
Those words hit him hard, mentally, as Peter smirked whilst roaming her features. He looked down to see her hands on his left, her bringing them into her lap. Pete brought his eyes back up over her perfect body, noticing her smooth curves, and his eyes watched over her, and he remembered the taste of her lips when he set eyes on them - red lipstick, as always, leaving a glossy look. He brought his right hand over to hold the back of her head, his fingers running through her silky, red hair. He was hit wildly with memories and nostalgia - from high school up until their break-up, and he still thought about her daily. Every night when he was alone - before this all started -even when trying to forget about her by dating Felicia, he knew she was forever the one that got away. Peter inhaled slowly through his mouth, letting the air out when he looked into her green gems and replied, "Every day."
"Me too, tiger," MJ whispered, putting a hand on Peter's cheek, as she looked back into his chocolatey eyes.
She closed her eyes as she closed the distance between them, Peter doing the same. Seconds later, Peter found himself caressing the soft skin of MJ's face, lip-locked in a passionate battle for each other. MJ pushed her lips more deeply against his, Peter doing the same to her, as the heat and passion increased, Peter beginning to gently bite her lower lip. Peter pulled her closer, Mary Jane straddling his lap, as she leaned into him, Peter not minding their close proximity at all. MJ placed her hand on his chest to balance herself, feeling his rigid muscles, whist being mindful to avoid his
injuries. Peter broke away from her face and began to kiss down her neck, remembering all the soft spots that drove her crazy. She moaned in pleasure as she felt Peter's breath on her neck, followed by his lips on her skin. Peter began to unbutton her green shirt, MJ making way to allow him to do so, whilst nuzzling her head into his shoulder as she kissed down her neck. The fire added to the warmth that already radiated from the two bodies, as Peter finished removing her shirt. Peter could already feel his pants tightening, as he caressed MJ's shirtless body, running his hands around her back, running them lower, until they got to the belt of her jeans. Then, Peter stopped suddenly, when he saw another figure standing behind them, watching the whole thing arms-folded.
"What's the hold-up?" MJ asked, passion in her eyes. She looked and Peter and followed his sight. "Oh, hell no," she whispered, holding on to Peter.
And behind them, stood Felicia Hardy, dressed up in her Black Cat attire, her zipper down so her costume became revealing, as she seductively put a hand on her waist, while jutting out a hip.
"Hands off the Spider, red. He's mine, " Felicia spoke, completely pulling down the zipper and letting her leather catsuit fall to the ground. She pulled off her mask, holding it in between her fingers as she approached the pair of them, completely nude subtract the underwear.
Peter, and MJ, were both taken aback by this move, Peter more-so than Mary Jane.
"Felicia?! What the hell?" Peter yelled, as MJ stood up off of him, sitting next to him and clinging on possessively, "What is this? Why are you playing nice all of a sudden?! And how'd you escape?" he spoke, as he tensed back with MJ.
Felicia simply bit her lower lip and smirked, "Osborn broke me out. But I figured he was a bastard so I came back to you, Spider. If anything's gonna explode before I do, it may as well be you."
"That," came another familiar voice, "Is the sluttiest thing I've ever heard, Miss Hardy."
And the astounded pair - or trio now - looked over to see Silver Sable standing there, with a pair of cuffs in hand.
"I came after you cat, but look what I find," Sable smirked, "You are not all having a party without me, are you?" Sable looked over at Peter, then approached him, pushing past Felicia, and put a finger beneath his jaw to push his chin up. "You are quite handsome underneath the mask, SpiderMan. It may seem forward to admit, but I may have developed an attraction towards you with our time spent together. And I feel we need to make our relationship a little more than just friendly."
Felicia walked over to Sable, quite tensely and bold, speaking, "And the Spider only wants me, so back-off, princess."
Sable glared at her, then expertly grabbing her by the arms, locking and then sweeping her until she fell flat onto her stomach. Sable darted in front, speaking, "That's queen now," as Felicia heard a 'snap', only to see her arms cuffed around the leg of a chair.
Peter obviously felt overwhelmed, glaring at the scene from the couch, pants already feeling very tight. He was snapped back into the zone, when he saw MJ standing in front of him, wearing nothing but her underwear. Her perfect body was modelling for him right then and there, and was begging for him. Of course, for the women in the room, Peter's muscular, toned body was a sight to behold too, as his muscles flexed when he moved and tensed.
"Tiger, I don't know how they got in, but what I do know, is that I want you. I need you. Right now," MJ spoke, bending over towards him, her face up in his, and it was becoming really hard for Peter to resist the invitation - not that he was going to anyway.
Sable walked in next to her, stripped of her bodysuit, and pushed up against MJ's side, dropping to take a seat next to Peter, as Felicia protested and argued in the background. Sable and MJ exchanged glares, Peter catching on to this.
"Ladies," he spoke, "I'm sure there's a civil way to resolve thi-"
Peter was cut-off and wide-eyed when his mouth was stolen by Sable's lips, who got up-close-and-personal with him, straddling him. MJ aggressively pushed her off onto the couch, taking her position, as she began to unhook her bra. The ladies continued to fight and argue, until Peter was jumped by both of them at the same time.
"Wait, red one," Sable stopped, though MJ continued on Peter, "Why don't we… maybe… share? "
"Share?" MJ and Peter responded at the same time, halting their activities.
"And the cat can have him too, if she plays nice later," Sable replied, a cunning look in her eyes.
"As long as I get most of him, I don't care," MJ said, fully undressing herself, as Peter enjoyed the view, too shocked to say or do anything except enjoy the company.
Sable and MJ were now both completely nude, Felicia watching in envy as the pair of them began to pull down the rest of Peter's attire. MJ got in quick, beginning to pull down the tip of Peter's box-
- _SNAP*
- Reality - Outside the world of fiction -
"FOOLED YOU!" a red and black clad character said, having just closed a book, titled, 'Back In Black'. The chimichanga-loving anti-hero, Deadpool, as we know him, had staged this whole April Fool's chapter, with the help of his good friends, account: has stopped working, and account: bradamight, so shout-out to the latter.
"You didn't really think I, Deadpool, would let you read a lemon if it's not really happening, did you? It would just… ruin the moment. Well, at least I can read it. And damn, Pete's lucky. It's gonna suck; that's a hell of an illusion Mysterio's playing. He's gonna have a sticky situation down in his spider-panties when he wakes up from dream-land. Another chapter should
be dropping next month, by the way. Don't forget to leave a review!" Deadpool spoke, ultimately breaking the 4th wall as always.
"Yup. As always," he said, reopening the book to that same page, "And HOLY SHIT! Pete's got an XL chimichanga on him. Oh man, the girls are gonna love this. Oh! He's eating the taco! All that sauce! I need to get my lube!" Wade spoke.
"P.S. Sorry to anyone reading this after the 1st of April. Review, or else I'll do it dry!" the mutant spoke, heading off to do his business - whether dry or not is your choice, readers.
End of Chapter 17.