A/N: This chapter was recently rewritten. 2K words were removed, meaning that lots of scenes don't exist anymore, yet, making the chapter more efficient. (01/07/15)
April 25th - 2019
Two armed and masked male figures walked inside of the empty room with bags around their shoulders. One of them broke the window which faced the bank's rooftoop. In that way, they could fire a straight rope to it's rooftop, forming a line where they could slide through.
"Don't mess this up," The thug wearing a pumpkin mask warned his partner. They were using black suis along with red tie. "Quentin wants us to deploy the gas through the vents, before they arrive in the van. The gas will keep everything safe for us."
"Understood." His partner replied.
With a rope gun, they fired a rigid rope towards the rooftop and locked their suit's hooks on it, before sliding through fastly enough before someone warn the cops, ruining their plans. They landed safely and started to unzip the bags, retrieving the small and sealed cans to deploy over the bank ventilation shafts.
"Let's do our part, and get out of here."
Gwen ended the call and placed her phone back to the floor. She couldn't believe what her mother had just told her. There was a chaos happening outside their apartment. She looked upa to the ceiling, thinking about what she should do. Peter was sleeping peacefully on the couch and was snuggling with her as well. She wanted him to have time for himself, but on the other side, he's probably the only one who could stop them.
Gwen turned on Peter's arms, standing face to face with him. She gently placed a finger on his lower lip, trying to wake him slowly but he just leaned forward thinking that it was her neck he was touching.
"Peter?" Gwen called softly, but he didn't replied. "Hey handsome."
"Hmm...?" He mumbled while bringing Gwen closer and trying to make her lay down on the couch, making her giggle during the process.
"You must get up." Gwen cupped his cheek after lying next to him.
"I don't. "
"I'm serious."
"No, you aren't." Peter replied, still not opening his eyes but leaning on her neck to resume his sleeping. "You just want me to massage your legs."
"Peter, I'm pregnant!" Gwen affirmed. "Twin boys!"
"What?!" Peter immediately sat straight up with a confused expression. "What the hell, I mean - really?" Their sexual life was a very active one, but she couldn't remember them being reckless. And Gwen was using pills before they talked for the first time.
"No," Gwen chuckled. "Well, I don't think I am." She pulled the covers. off them.
"Oh my god..." Peter lay on the couch again, relaxing his heart that looked to be in a NASCAR race. "Oh...my, I suck...don't ever do this again, unless if it's the truth."
"Maybe I am pregnant, we never know," She teased. "You have been pursuing me lot recently so..."
He looked at her, especially at her deep green eyes. "You're gonna be my end, seriously, don't joke about this."
"Heh," She gave him a tiny peck on the lips, quickly sucking his lower lip. "I woke you for a reason, this bank currently robbed, there's some gas that is keeping the police away from the building."
"Really?"
"Yeah, maybe you should see what you can do?" Gwen avoided to express how worried she was about him going out there and stopping this whole confusion.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked, noticing her concern.
Gwen nodded.
Peter quickly kissed her arms lips and rose from the couch. He walked towards their bedroom and directly to the wardrobe. He opened it, seeing his new black suit that granted him so much power. He grabbed the piece of spandex and wore every part, only leaving his mouth exposed while the mask covered his head eyes with the curvy with lenses.
"Be careful. " She said, standing on the bedroom's entrance and with arms crossed.
Peter slowly approached her and placed a hand on her chin, gently bringing her lips close to his, connecting their souls. After reassuring her, he broke the kiss and cupped her cheek. "I'm gonna be fine, I always do, I love you." He brought her hand close to his cheek and kissed the delicate skin.
Gwen smiled. "I love you too." She pulled his mask down, turning Peter Parker into Spider-Man. "Now go save the day."
Spider-Man let the webline he was holding go from his hand as he safely landed on a rooftop where he could see everything that was currently happened. Police cars were in front of the bank with cops taking cover and aiming their guns at the windows and doors from the building. Barracks where officers were planning the infiltration attack were there as well, and barricades were strategically placed in the entrance of the avenue to stop people from coming through.
He jumped off the edge and landed close to a barracks where the infiltration team was discussing the attack. By the sound of an unknown person arriving, they turned on their backs with guns raised at the invader who stood calm despite the situation. They lowered their weapons once they recognized who was in front of them.
"Spider-Man." The squad leader said, not liking his presence.
"What's the situation?" He asked.
He groaned is discontentment. " The place is full of civilians and armed threats, they are using advanced assault rifles and some mask that filters the gas, they just cracked the safe."
"What caused the first explosion?"
"An armed bomb in the gas tubes." He replied. "We're searching for more."
At Spider-Man's sudden movement, the officer quickly placed his hand on the hero's left shoulder and stooped him from jumping away from the location.
"You are not going there. We are gonna handle this!" He stated.
"You all? The same people who couldn't stop the Lizard, Electro and even Harry Osborn?" He stared the man with cold eyes, the now curvy lenses were even more threatening. The cop was about to protest but Spider-Man pushed him away from him, getting free before swinging away.
"Son of b-" He punched the closest truck's metallic structure and turned to his team. "We're going in!"
After not seeing any possible danger through the smoke that covered the entire reception, Spider-Man dropped himself from the ceiling and calmly landed on the ground and quickly checked his surroundings. He slowly walked through the reception, seeing nothing but destroyed tables and people that were passed out on the floor. Suddenly, he heard a scream that made him constantly turned around at the same spot, looking for the source, footsteps could be now heard as well, and they were getting closer as the seconds passed by.
Without being warned, two arms, from behind, snaked themselves around his neck while someone grabbed his arms and others, his legs. He was now trapped, and the attackers were people that were infected by the gas, causing hallucinations on their desperate minds.
"Kill the Spider- Demon!" One of the attackers stated.
"No! I'm trying to help -" Peter felt a deep bite on his left shoulder causing him to gasp in pain. "Get off me!" They pushed Peter's mask backwards, almost exposing his mouth. "No!"
With a sudden movement, Spider-Man punched the one holding his left arm and proceed to punch who was holding him by his neck, causing him to fall on the ground. Two civilians ran at the same time towards him but he quickly jumped and pressed their heads against each other, stunning them. He recovered his breath, realizing that he just fought civilians that he wanted to protect.
"That's something new." Quentin walked out from the dense gas, appearing in front of Spider-Man, wearing his armor. "Spider-Man fighting unharmful civilians." He clapped hands.
Spider-Man closed his hand feeling the anger running through his veins. The man who made him revive the worst things that ever happened on his life. "Quentin Back, now I can finally end you."
"You know me?" He walked close to Spider-Man. "By they way, you're looking good with the new collor."
"Good, that will be the last thing you'll ever see, and before I pull your arms apart, you're going to tell me everything that Fiers is planning." Spider-Man demanded.
"Fiers? I don't know any-" Herman was interrupted as Spider-Man quickly punched the helmet, leaving a hole on it.
"What the heck?" He retrieved his hand, bringing some cables along. "A robot?!"
"S-see y-yooouuu nnext t-time" The robot fell onto the floor.
"They are already escaping!" The realization emerged.
With a loud explosion, the doors from the main entrance exploded with a SWAT team quickly entering the hall, with guns aimed at every corner on the sight, eventually stopping at Spider-Man's figure.
"Put your hands behind your neck! That's your only warning!" The officer ordered as some more couple of explosions happened through the building, meaning that the place was soon going to be filled with cops.
"Are you guys stupid or what?" Spider-Man took a few steps towards them.
"Attention, unknown chopper landed at the rooftop, move your team upstairs and stop them from escaping." The radio from one of the members announced
The cop aimed his gun at Spider-Man's right foot but in the same moment, his spider-sense triggered, warning him of the incoming bullet which he quickly evaded it by jumping onto the ceiling while being under fire, before finally disappearing from sight.
Jameson's House
"Parker! Where's Parker?!" Jameson hurried downstairs, wearing his pajamas and holding phone with his right hand. He sat on the couch of the living room and turned the TV on with it's controller.
"Jonah?" Jameson's wife called from the stairs. "What are you doing?"
"Parker better be taking pictures of this or else.. "
"Come back to bed, it's already late." She said, eyeing the television from the stairs.
"I need to see if Parker is there, this is a golden opportunity." Jameson didn't move his eyes away from the screen.
"Jonah, you better come up here or else I'm gonna tell to your mother that you're avoiding the medication."
"But-" Jameson turned on the couch, his mother still thinks that he's a child and that he deserves to be punished if he does something wrong.
"Now."
"Argh, Fine!" He turned off the TV and went towards the stairwell.
"And don't complain." She disappeared to their bedroom.
"Game over, pal." Spider-Man kicked the door that led to the rooftop, seeing the already loaded helicopter ready to leave, just waiting for everyone to get inside. Quentin could be seen sat on the edge of the chopper.
"Wait for me!" Toomes shouted as he hurried towards his companions, with a bag full of money around his shoulder.
Spider-Man quickly fired a webline at Toome's feet, making him fall in the floor while he kept dragging him closer with the line.
"No!" Toomes retrieved a pistol from his hip and aimed the device at Spider-Man who quickly smashed it with his feet, breaking both gun and hand, before hurriying towards the helicopter. He jumped from the edge and grabbed the metal bar with the helicopter already flying away.
"Quentin help me!" Toomes screamed as he saw the helicopter flying away with Spider-Man holding himself with one hand. They left him behind to be arrested as a SWAT team came from the door and surrounded the robber with guns aimed at him.
Suddenly, the entire city blacked out, leaving everyone in total darkness and making the helicopter to be lost in the sky without any police followers.
"Can you fly Spider-Man?" Quentin asked from his seat. He retrieved a gun and pointed aimed it towards Spider-Man who was struggling to climb onto the helicopter. "Shall we discover?"
Damn!
Spider-Man let his hand go from the bar as Quentin fired the gun, missing his head but scratching Peter's arm. He fell, seeing the entire New York in darkness. No buildings were close so that he could fire a webline on it. He could only hear the sound of the cold wind brushing against the suit's material.
This is going to suck badly..
Hours later...
"Quentin, you idiot, what have you done?" Harry's image appeared on the computer.
"What? I just did some robbery. " He replied, sat on his chair, and smelling the money he was holding with his bare hands.
"You could have compromised the entire operation." Harry stated annoyed.
"Relax...I think that I even killed Spider-Man" He smiled.
Harry gulped. "You killed Pe-...Spider-Man?"
"Maybe. I just saw him plummeting to his death." Quentin explained.
"Why does that sounds familiar..?" Harry remembered that night at the Power Plant, where Gwen almost died if it wasn't for Peter's unnatural reflexes.
"What?"
"Nothing." Harry said, incredulously. "Don't ever do this again, wait now."
"But-" Harry ended the call during his sentence. "Ugh..I hate when he does that."
Quentin placed his Bluetooth headset back to the table and appoached the window where he could see the ocean. Toomes was left behind, there wasn't anything that he could have done for him. He must be feeling betrayed right now.
"Good luck on prison, Toomes."
"Ouch! Watch the arm"
"Stay on your boxers." Gwen demanded as she walked to the bathroom, grabbing a med-kit while Peter sat on the bed, resting his head in a pillow.
"Do you want to see me naked?" Peter teased.
"I already have seen you naked." Gwen sat on the bed and besides him. She opened the kit, eying his chest that was covered with some burns and cuts, could have been worse if not for the suit. "You are being reckless" She cleaned his wounds with a soaked towel.
"Sorry," Peter gently moved a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I will be more careful."
"Like always, right?" Gwen looked up with a concerned expression.
"Don't need to get mad at me." He rested a hand on her waist.
"I'm not mad you," Gwen moved the soaked towel to his abdomen. "I know you have to fight them,I just worry about your health, that's it."
"I know." He observed her patching him up. "I couldn't stop them though."
"You will stop them some other day," She started to put some bandages on his not so deep cuts. "Why did you ignore the cops orders?"
"That SWAT leader was a confident idiot," Peter replied rather annoyed. "If it wasn't for me and your Dad, Connors would have deployed that bomb. They are useless.
"Oh." She noticed his aggressive behavior.
"Are you really pregnant?" Peter questioned her, changing the topic. He leaned closer and buried his face on Gwen's neck, brushing his cheek against the smooth skin.
"I was just kidding." She smiled. "Why?"
"But you leaved room for a possibility." Peter slipped a hand underneath Gwen's shirt and caressed the soft skin of her back.
"Believe me." Gwen kissed his shoulder.
"We can always try, you know?" He started to kiss Gwen's neck and moved to the spot behind her ear. "What do you think?"
"I think you hit your head pretty hard." Now it was Gwen's turn to joke, a mostly true joke.
"C'mon...imagine a house full of our minions," Peter moved his lips to her cheek, kissing it. "Huh?"
"Even if we tried, you would probably fall asleep at your current state." Gwen tried to finish the bandages but Peter wasn't helping her with the process.
"I can handle it." Peter slowly tried to lift Gwen's shirt but she gently pushed him back to the pillow.
"Not now, bugboy," Gwen proceed to clean the cuts on his face. "Why don't you rest for a bit?" She suggested as he slowly closed his eyes, now sleeping like a rock.
"You dork." Gwen smiled because of his out of place baby talk. The time for that would arrive, when they were ready for such responsibility.
The next Morning...
Peter groaned in pain as he slowly opened his eyes, feeling a pleasurable feminine weight on his chest and wrapped around his strong arms. Gwen buried her face on his neck. She was sleeping peacefully and doing a little smile, probably dreaming. Ren was sleeping on top of her head.
Peter looked up to the window, seeing the sun already shining. He thought about his adventure from the past night, he failed and that was something rare to happen. He wouldn't ever fail again.
"Peter..." Gwen lazily stretched on his arms
"Good Morning, baby." Peter leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Feeling better?" She finally opened her eyes, bringing herself even more closer to him.
"Yep, thanks to my healing...and you of course." Peter and Gwen shared a lingering kiss. His back still hurts, but it's something he already got used to it and that's being in pain.
"So...still wanting a baby?" She giggled and quickly kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he turned to Gwen's side, drawing soft circles on her back.
"A baby?" Peter replied confused. He didn't remember what happened after arriving at home. "You want a baby?"
"You wanted to try for one last night." Gwen bite her lips to not laugh by the hilarious scene.
"Oh..." Peter widened his eyes. "Well...erm...that wasn't me.."
"Yep,you definitely hit your head somewhere really hard then." Gwen ran a hand over his toned chest before stopping on the back of his now messy hair. He loved how her touches relaxed his entire body.
"I don't think we are ready for that yet," Peter slipped a hand underneath Gwen's short, resting it on her thigh. "I still have to finish college and stuff."
"I agree," Gwen smiled. "Everything at it's own time."
Peter nodded.
"You aren't going to put that suit anytime soon, you hear me?" Gwen ordered.
"But-"
"No but," She gently pinched his ear. "You need to fully recover. I forbid you of any...anything that involves strength "
"So if I wanted to make up with you, I would be not allowed?" He flirted.
"There is some exceptions.." She captured Peter's lower lip and gently sucked it, savoring his taste while being careful to not hurt his close wounds.
"T-That is great." Peter said between the kisses. At least something good wasn't forbidden because of those damn wounds.
Ravencroft
"What's your favorite animal? " Fiers asked, walking around the table where Toomes was sat besides.
"My what? Erm...Vultures I guess." He answered rather reluctantly. First day on prison and he was already getting unexpected visitors.
"Why?" Fiers inquired calmly.
"Because they eat the flesh from their enemies, and that's what I'm pretending to do, destroy those who I once trusted."
"Hmm...then you'll like what I have to offer."