I start to wake up to a new day and I'm happy. I'm back together with MJ and I have a company that I hope to do what Dr. Octavius tried to do. Make the world better. But before I do that, I need to hire more people. People who share the same vision as me to help others and improve our lives in the best way possible. It'll be difficult but I think it can be fine.
I look at my surroundings and see that I'm still in MJs apartment, lying on her bed with sheets on top of me. I smile because I remember all of the fun we had together. It was truly amazing. I then feel something warm and wet on my nether regions. It feels so good that I'm slightly groaning in pleasure. I look down at the sheets and see a head shaped figure moving up and down. I remove the sheets and see what is going on.
It was MJ giving me a morning bj. Hehehe. That rhymes.
The sudden reveal makes MJ look at me with a smile on her face and then removes her mouth from my dick. She performs a steady handjob.
"Morning Ryan. About time you woke up" she tells me with a smile. I smile back.
"Morning MJ. I must say that I'm surprised that you are doing this at..." I look at the the clock next to me on the night stand "8:15 in the morning"
"What can I say, what you did to me last night was certainly a night I would never forget. Plus, I've always wanted to give this a try. I can tell you are enjoying this" she tells me with a seductive smile.
"You are certainly right about that" I tell her.
"Well then, I guess I should continue" she said as she opens her mouth and swallows my dick inside. I moan in immense pleasure when she does this.
She bobs her head back and forth while her tongue caresses every crevice of my shaft. Her mouth is so soft and her movements are as though she is savoring my flavor. I can head her moan as she sucks me. She is enjoying this as much as I am. I can feel myself be at my limit.
"M-MJ I'm about to cum" I warn her. She then moves her head up and down a bit faster than before. She must want me to blow my load in her mouth. I'll happily oblige. I'm then grab her head and I start to move my hips up, putting my dick deeper inside her throat. She is holding my pelvis to keep herself from falling off. I can hear her gag a bit but I keep going until...
"Ahhhh" I somewhat yelled as I unload my semen down her throat. I can hear her swallow my load. She's even moaning as she does it. Fuck me, she's hot.
After a few minutes of that, I slightly pant in the bed while MJ crawls next to me with a content smile on her face.
"That was amazing. You are a lot more aggressive than you were back then" she tells me.
"Yeah. I think it's because of my powers. The older I get, the stronger I become. Even my hormones get stronger as I get older leading to my hypersexuality to be more assertive I guess. I've been keeping a massive lid in my sex drive by keeping myself busy with other stuff so that it doesn't affect me. Though, it doesn't help when I'm surrounded by hot women like yourself" I explain to her. She seems to understand that.
"So you're telling me that when you're in your 70s. You'll be the horniest old man on the face of the Earth?" She asks me while chuckling at the thought.
"God I hope not. I'm pretty sure that I'll be much more stable by then assuming that I age at all" I tell her. She seems confused by this.
"What do you mean" MJ asks me.
"When I was still working for Dr. Octavius, I analyzed samples of my blood without being caught and noticed that my cells rejuvenate themselves. Thus meaning that they would maintain their youth for an extended amount of time. Don't know how long but it's possible that I can remain young for a good number of years or forever if possible" I explain to her. She widened her eyes at that.
"So you're saying that you could be immortal" MJ states.
"Not immortal per se but long lived would be more accurate but it's uncertain. I could still be killed by things but my healing factor and impressive endurance make it difficult for me to being killed right away. Though I don't want to jinx that. But I can tell you this though MJ, even if I am capable of living a long time, I will never leave your side and if you asked me to, I can find away for you to be like me. Long lived, I mean, not doing everything a spider can" I explain to her. She smiles at the idea of living forever or close to it with me. It's a bit romantic
"It sounds nice but I'm good as is for now. Plus I rather deal with the present than the future. Less stressful that way." MJ says with a smile.
"I agree though I'm used to thinking about the future. So I rather be prepared than not, you know" I tell her.
"I know. It's understandable." She tells me "You know what you are gonna be doing today?"
"I have some people to interview for a good majority of the day for positions with the company. Need to have people that believe in the belief that we can do more and help a lot of people in the process" I tell her.
"What about FEAST?" She asks me.
"After the whole Lee incident and withdrawal of funding, FEAST was about to be shut down but I was able to make a case that FEAST was a symbol of progress and hope for the unfortunate. Plus, I used some money that I had saved to make sure it still stands. My mom would've wanted that." I say with a bit of sadness. MJ notices it and hugs me close.
"I'm sure she would've. But who is going to be running it while you are busy with your company and as Spider-Man?" She asked me.
"Well I've asked Miles and his mom to be involved. They gladly accepted. Plus with my help with funding, the homeless will have a roof over their heads and food in their bellies. Also helps that I'm also paying them as well as the other workers there for their time. Good people should be rewarded for what they do." I tell her. She smiles at that.
"I'm glad Ryan, that even though you are running a company, the money doesn't change you. I'm proud of you" MJ tells me. I smile to her.
"Thanks MJ. I appreciate it" I tell her while holding her close to me.
RRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!
My phone is ringing next to me by the nightstand. I take it in my hand and then look at the caller ID. It was my new secretary that I recently hired. When I interviewed her, I could tell that she has a good heart and holds a belief that people can be better. Her name is Cindy Moon, a Korean American and is very intelligent which confuses me that she wanted a secretarial job. But a jobs a job I guess.
I then pick up the phone to see what she wants to discuss with me.
"Good morning Cindy. What's up" I say to her.
"Good morning sir. I just wanted to let you know that you have several interviews today starting 9 o'clock " Cindy told me.
"I appreciate the reminder Cindy. Thank you" I tell her genuinely.
"You're very welcome sir. Would you like me to get you something when you arrive?" She asked me.
"No it's ok Cindy. I'll pick something up on my way to the office." I tell her.
"Very well sir. I shall see you soon" Cindy said to me.
"See you in a bit Cindy" I tell her as I hang up the phone. I look at MJ who was looking at me with a coy smile.
"Cindy huh?" She asks me.
"Yea. She's cute but I don't think it'll be right to do the CEO and secretary cliche relationship. Unless she wants that to happen." I tell her.
"I told you that you have permission to sleep with other women. So I'm not mad if you are attracted to them since it's a side effect of your powers" she clarified for me.
"I appreciate that MJ. Believe me I do. I just don't want my hypersexuality to cause issues is all" I tell her with some worry.
My increase in hormones could give me problems if I'm not careful. Fortunately, I've got a handle on them but I don't want to jinx it. I'm cut out of my thoughts with MJ giving me a passionate kiss. We kiss for a few minutes and then separate.
"Don't worry Tiger, you and your sex drive won't cause any issues because you hold yourself to a higher standard than letting yourself be consumed with lust. Plus, now that we are together again you always have an outlet to let off some steam" she said seductively.
"Thanks MJ." I said to her.
"Anytime Tiger. Now go get dressed you have to go to work" she tells me.
"But I don't wanna" I whine like a kid as I place my head on her awesome breasts. She laughs at that.
"Oh yes you do honey. Besides I won't be going anywhere for a good while since you made sure that you fucked me hard enough for my legs to give out. Might take a few hours before I could give walking a try" she tells me. I chuckle a bit.
"Ok dear" I give her a light kiss on the lips "I'll see you in a while. You want to go to Micks later for some dinner?"
"Yea sure. Though I think we need to expand our eating criteria" she tells me.
"True but we can talk about that after Micks. Cool?" I ask her. She nods her head.
"Cool" MJ replies to me.
I then head to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and grabbed the clothes I had on yesterday and put them in a bag. I then put on my Spidey suit that Octavius designed for me. I wear it as a reminder that he was a good man once. I go to MJs window and leave her apartment to head to my own. I currently live in the Baxter's building penthouse suit on the top floor. Nice view, open space for my inventions and contains a secret base that I created to hold my designs for my suits and gadgets. Money well spent in my opinion.
Swinging from her place to mine was quick and relaxing. As I'm swinging by people are taking pictures of me and praising me for my actions a few months ago. Although, this doesn't stop Jameson from harassing me on the radio by saying that all of the bad things that happen in the city is my fault. Well I guess you can't impress everyone.
I soon head to my place by entering a secret entrance of the roof of the penthouse. It's was pretty much an unused air vent that was boarded up decades ago but I found it and renovated it to suit my needs. Cool, huh. Anyway, I take off my Spidey suit and go to my closet and put on one of my professional suits to head to work. I always feel weird wearing these but it's a necessary evil.
I soon head down to leave the building and say hello to the doorman and security guard that work there. Their names are Frank and John respectively. Good people and have funny stories whenever I decide to hang out with. I then go to the nearest deli near me and get myself a cup of coffee, decaf. Caffeine makes me very jittery. I also get a egg and cheese sandwich. Simple but does the trick.
I then use the subway to head to Parker Industries. It's located in the same place as Octavius Industries just a bit different and a lot bigger from what it used to be. While Parker Industries is new, it's making money from some of my inventions that were able to get a green light to produce. So money is good so far. Plus we have a decent amount of workers to get started.
I head inside the main lobby and head to the 7th floor. Lucky seven. This is where my office is as well as where my secretary and I work. As soon as I leave the elevator I see Cindy who is wearing a very nice white dress. The texture looks a bit... silky.
"Morning sir." She greets me
"Morning Cindy. Anything new on the schedule?" I ask her.
"Just the interviews of applicants for the majority of the day. You also have some papers to sign regarding retirement plans, pension and all of the other technical stuff" she tells me.
"Ok then. How many people do I expect to interview?" I ask.
"Around 60 for today sir." She tells me.
"I see. Thank you Cindy, I'll let you know if I need anything" I tell her as I go to my office.
"Understood sir" she tells me as she goes to her desk that's next to my office.
My office is decently big with a decent sized desk and has other accessories that would fit the fungshway of the place. I look at the papers and soon get to work.
Few hours later...
It's nearly 6 o'clock and I've finished all of the the paper work as well as interviewed 59 out of the 60 people that applied to work here. Most of them were easy and those individuals were hired on the spot because I felt that they would be a good fit. The others I've told that I would get back to them because I was a bit unsure about them and they just seemed more desperate for a job than wanting to help others. It's understandable really but since I am a new CEO now, I have to be careful on the ones that I'm not certain about.
I have one more person to interview before I finish here. I look at the file of this person to see a summary of who she is. Her name is Karen Beecher and is 20 years old. She is a very good research engineer, though her file doesn't state which field she specializes in. But according to her letters of recommendation from her professors in Empire State University, she has a general overall knowledge of scientific matters. A jack of all trades according to one of her letters.
"Bring her in" I tell Cindy through a telephone com.
"Understood sir" she tells me. Few seconds later, Cindy and Miss Beecher enter my office.
"Here she is sir" she tells me.
"Thank you Cindy" I respond. She nods her head and leaves my office. I then walk up to Miss Beecher and offer my hand.
"A pleasure to meet you Miss Beecher" I say to her. She shakes my hand with enthusiasm.
"The pleasure is all mine sir. You kind of famous" she tells me with a smile.
"Oh, I wasn't aware that I was so recognized" I told her.
"Oh yes, your inventions have been revolutionary within the science community. You're invention of using nanotechnology to accelerate the healing process of severely injured individuals has been one of things that scientists have been talking about. Essentially, most of them think that you could be some kind of science Messiah with you creating a company that's drawing more attention than Wayne Enterprises." She explains to me. I must admit that I am a bit shocked to hear this. Sounds pretty cool though.
"Interesting. Well I'm no Messiah, but I like to think that what I'm doing benefits everyone. Anyway let's focus on the interview." I tell her. I gesture for her to take a seat as I do the same.
"Of course sir" she replies.
"Now why did you apply to work here as an engineer? While Parker Industries is getting recognition, it's still new. I would imagine applying at Wayne Enterprises would be more beneficial to you" I mention to her.
"You're not wrong but I don't know I guess I feel like this is a place where I could do more good than have a lot of money in my pocket" she explained to me. This was interesting, a good majority of the people I interviewed wanted to have both money and do good things. She's different.
"Can you clarify what you mean by that?" I ask her.
"Well Mr. Parker, your company is sponsoring the FEAST shelter that houses and cares for the homeless. I'm aware of the story of your mother working there because my cousin, who is my age, was one of those homeless that live there as well as a survivor of Devils breath" this shocked me completely. I didn't know about that "I don't know if you remember her but she saw you and your mom working there, helping and talking to practically everyone like people and not mistakes to society. Everyone knew about you and your scientific accomplishments but always had time to help your mom and the people in FEAST. It's inspiring really."
"What's your cousins name. Maybe I can remember if I hear her name again" I ask curiously.
"Raquel. Raquel Ervin" She tells me. It finally clicked.
"You mean bookworm Raquel?" I ask her. She nods her head and I start to laugh.
"Oh man. I remember her, she loved to read. Gave her the entire book collection of Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. She finished them in a week. A week. Kept buying her a lot of books to keep her occupied. She even started writing her own stories. Helped her get in contact with a publicist. How is she doing?" I ask her. She smiles at the fact that I remembered her.
"She's doing good. Has written and published a few short stories and is currently writing her first novel. She says hi by the way." Karen told me. This made me smile.
"I'm glad that she is doing well. I guess it's because of her that you are hear now, correct?" I asked her.
"Well she's one of the reasons I'm here. The other is because I believe that if I'm here working for you then maybe I can help and improve another persons life like you did for my cousin." She tells me. If I had my doubts about her before, I don't anymore.
"I think that you will have that opportunity" she looks stunned at what I said. I get up from my seat and walk towards her which causes her to stand up as well.
"Welcome to Parker Industries Ms. Beecher. I suspect that you would do great things here." I tell her as I offer my hand. She immediately shakes it estatically.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you sir. I promise you won't regret this." She assures me.
"I doubt you will. Get some rest for tomorrow you will have a lot of work to do." I tell her with a smile.
"Understood sir." She tells with a responding smile and leaves my office with a happy skip which makes me chuckle a bit.
I then call MJ to see how she is doing. After a few minutes of the phone ringing, I get through.
"Hey Tiger" she greets me.
"Hey MJ, you ready to go to Micks?" I ask her.
"Yea I am. I'm heading there now to meet you" she says to me.
"Oh so you can walk now?" I ask her with a coy smile.
"I have a bit of a limp but I'm doing my best to make sure it's not noticeable. Doing well so far" she tells me and I could tell she was smiling.
"Well I'm glad. I'll see you soon. Love you" I tell her
"Love you too Tiger. See you in a bit" she tells me as we both hang up the phones. I then pack up my stuff to head out and meet MJ. I walk past Cindy at her desk as she was packing up her stuff to head home for the day.
"Have a good night Cindy. I'll see you tomorrow" I tell her with a smile. She looks at me with a smile on her face.
"You too sir. Good night" she responds to me. I nod my head at her and head to Micks.
It takes me about 20 or so minutes to get there by subway. I open the door of the restaurant and smile as I see MJ sitting at our regular seats. MJ sees me but she is not smiling. She is sad and has some tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I ask her as I sit next to her and hug her in comfort.
"You remember Stan?" She asks me. I'm a bit confused.
"Yea I remember him. He's one of the cooks here that we've known ever since coming here. He always remembers our order before we even had to say it. Why?" I ask her.
"He died in the hospital last night." She tells me. I was shocked by the news. Stan was old but was as strong and as healthy an horse. Hell the man fought in World War II in Omaha beach and survived much worse. Always thought he would live for a long time.
"What happened?" I ask MJ.
"The owner of the restaurant, Mick, told me that Stan was dying. He was one of the survivors of the Devils breath incident but the damage was already done inside his body. He didn't have much time and yet he kept working with a smile on his face until he passed out a few nights. He was in critical condition until yesterday where he drew his last breath." MJ tells me as she is crying at the news.
I'm getting teary eyed myself because not only did a great man die, he died because of me. I failed to stop Devils breath from being released and because of that Stan and several others had died. I'm losing more people that I care about and it's all my fault.
MJ looks at my face and can see that I am blaming myself for his death. She flicks my forehead hard.
"Owww" I said as I look at her.
"Don't you dare blame yourself for what happen Stan. It was not your fault that he died so get that out of your head right now Ryan" she practically demands of me to which I nod in acceptance of that.
For several minutes MJ and I hug each other until someone approaches us. It's an old man who is slightly bald and a bit chunky on the waist. He also has a thick white mustache on his face. This was Mick, the owner of this place. He was best friends with Stan for many years. Even fought in the war together. Mick offered Stan a job at his restaurant when they got back. They've been together ever since until recently of course.
"Hey Ryan, It's good to see you and MJ back together again." Mick said to me with a ghost of a smile.
MJ and I have been good friends with Mick and Stan ever since we both came here. They would always tell us stories of their pasts and on occasion give us discounts on the food we ate. Even put in on the house on special occasions.
"Mick I'm so sorry about what happen to Stan. If we had known we would've been there with him" I said to him remorsefully.
"It's ok Ryan. Stan didn't want to burden anybody about his problems. He would rather have people smile in happiness than look sad because of him. He was always like that. Even in the war, he never allowed anyone to look sad because he would anything to make sure that people were happy. He inspired a lot of us back then to hope for a better tomorrow even though we were in hell. I'll always be grateful to him for that" Mick told us sadly as he reminisced. Mick pulls out a letter from his back pocket and gives it to me.
"Anyway, before he died he asked me to give this to you Ryan. He said that it was important. In my experience when Stan writes an important letter, it's wise to assume that he has something to say." Mick tells us as he leaves to, what I assume is, his office in the back.
MJ and I look at each other with some confusion as to why Stan would write a letter to me. I then start to open it and start to read the contents of the letter.
Hello Ryan,
It's me Stan. If you are reading this then that means that I'm no longer around anymore. I'm writing this letter because I believe that recent events have happened to you to make you feel lost or uncertain of your path in life whether as both Ryan or as Spider-Man. Yes, I know who you are Ryan. I've always known. It wasn't hard to figure out. I was in the military for God's sake, we were trained to notice these things.
Anyway, I want to say that you are an amazing young man. I mean to have the courage to wear spandex makes you a hero in my book. All jokes aside, I've seen your actions as Spider-Man. How you don't despise people for what they've done despite the damage they've caused and the people they've hurt. During the war, I've learned that although anyone has the right to dislike another individual, it's totally irrational, patently insane to condemn an entire race—to despise an entire nation—to vilify an entire religion. Sooner or later, we must learn to judge each other on our own merits. Sooner or later, if man is ever to be worthy of his destiny, we must fill out hearts with tolerance.
I think you have done that Ryan. More times than I could count. A true hero knows that although they can't save everyone, it doesn't deter them from trying. You exemplify my personal motto that I've been saying for years: Excelsior. You know its an old word that means 'upward and onward to greater glory.' It's on the seal of the state of New York if you want to see it. It's a truly magnificent site.
In the end Ryan, a hero like yourself will suffer a lot of losses despite what you can do. But you have to keep fighting Ryan and keep moving forward until it's time to go. Nothing lasts forever, Ryan but the one thing that I think does is the symbol you have created for this city.
You have given this old soldier and cook another reason on why the future is bright. As long as you and other heroes fight the good fight then I'm not afraid of what comes next for me. I guess one man can make a difference and that man is you.
Live well Ryan and keep fighting until the end.
With love,
Your old friend
Stan Lee
P.S. EXCELSIOR
MJ and I finish reading the letter that Stan gave us. We were both in tears. Stan always knew who I was just like my mom did. He believed in me ever since he knew who I was and he still does based on this letter. He trusts me to create a better future for this city. To keep fighting for the good that this city holds and do what is right despite the risks and losses. That is something I will always do and now I will do it in honor of Stan. My dear friend gone he may be but will never be forgotten.
A few minutes later, we dry our eyes of tears as Mick comes back with a bag of food on the house. Said that Stan would've wanted us to have a free dinner and to head home to eat it since we are back together. We thank Mick for the food and give our condolences yet again before we leave.
I go to MJ's apartment since it closer than my place. We settle down and open the bag to see our favorite large order of fries. He even through in some chicken parmigiana pasta in there for us. We eat our food and then head to bed in which we snuggle close together in sadness that a great man has left this world.
An hour later, MJ is fast asleep but I'm lying in bed still awake. Stan's death is still haunting me. He reminded me of my Dad sometimes. A good man with a good heart who always wanted to make people happy. Good men like them are practically revered by the community they live in. I hope to one day be in their league someday. But for now, I will do what Stan asked of me. Keep fighting the good fight.
"I promise Stan. I'll do my best to help in any way that I can to help make the future you hoped for. I'll do it until I can't no more. Sleep well my friend. You have earned it. Till we meet again on the other side" I said to myself with a low voice to not wake up MJ.
I soon close my eyes and fade into the realm of dreams. I hope that I can live up to Stan's expectations but I know that I'm not alone to accomplish that.
Oh man this was emotional. I wrote this chapter as a farewell to the great Stan Lee. He lived a life well lived and now he is in peace. I cried writing the scenes involving him in the story.
If you've played the spider man game then you know what he cameoed as within it. I gave his character a bit of a backstory and I hope that it was well put. The letter scene was the most emotional thing I have ever written especially if you can imagine him saying it to a version of Spider-Man.
Let me know what you think of this chapter and I hope that it was as emotional for you as was for me.
EXCELSIOR!!!!!!