Poison Ivy

Eddie and I were out in the city dressed in civilian clothes underneath warm coats to protect us from the winter air, with hats to hide our identities: Eddie wore a baseball hat with sunglasses and I wore a sag beanie with sunglasses. I wore red and black leather gloves that shield my nails in case they accidently brushed against people. We were ready to infiltrate Lady Shiva and the Joker's lair just the two of us. We were confident that we could take them and get Harley out, we were only a few feet away from her lair that consisted few plant life mostly stone, glass, and cement. Not that would stop me from killing every single one of those bastards.

Eddie and I were about to split up when static came out of nowhere Eddie and I froze in place just like every other civilian who stopped and looked around. A few started pointing at the screens that were on several building, then at windows that had several televisions, even several phones got intercepted by the static.

"What's going on?" Eddie wrapped his arm around me, leaned his head down so his lips were near my ear whispering. I smiled like a girl whose boyfriend told her a dirty little secret. Who knew who was watching and we hated the closeness between us but if we had to we would. I more I was Eddie, I realized he was like a brother to Peter and to me.

"I don't know but look something is coming up." I pointed at the screen that was close to us, following several people who pointed. Eddie turned around to face the screen, his hand leaving my shoulder and went back to his side.

"Oh my god, Harley!" My body wanted to run to the screen but Eddie wrapped his arms around my abdomen locking me in place. I glanced up at him, his face was hard, his jaw clenched tightly that I swear I heard a popping sound. "Eddie let me go!" I shouted in a whisper but the man didn't. He held me even tighter that started to hurt not that I would tell him that.

"Eddie…Red… The Joker has gone too far." Harley cried, tears staining her bruised cheeks. Hell's fire licked my skin, heated my blood, as anger worked its way into my heart. The bastard had been abusing her again! I will make sure to kill him. I will kill him last after I took care of Livewire and Parallax. This man was last on my list so I could enjoy every minute of his dying body with him begging for mercy.

"He's planning on murdering every child in Gotham," Several people gasped and began to panic but Eddie and I remained in place. The Joker was a cold murder but murdering children? That's plain evil, even for him. I tugged at Eddie's arms wanting him to let me go but he remained quiet his eyes on Harley's frightened face. I stopped my struggle on seeing the expressions in his eyes, his face was blank, empty but his eyes were the window to his emotions. There were pure rage, hurt and guilt. The man really did care for my friend, truly loved her. He had showed it time and time again, why didn't he show up sooner?

"And worse still, he's using YOUR babies, Pammy." I yanked my sunglasses off my face and glared with hatred and fear at the screen. My children would not be used in such an act! I will not let them kill, devour, innocent children. How did the Joker get control over them? Could Jason have given the Joker a way to do so? When I die I will kill Jason again in hell. That was a promise.

"I tried to stop him, but he's holding me hostage." The feeling of pride lightly touched my heart. My best friend went against her old lover, to protect the city. It didn't last long though. Eddie growled loudly and deeply that I felt the vibrations coming from his body.

"You have to...Rescue me. You're...You're my only hope" The screen turned black with the Joker's call card being shown dancing all over the screen then coming to a brief halt in the center. Eddie's grip was iron tight that I started to complain about the pressure his hands were putting on my stomach.

"Eddie? Eddie stop!" My leather gloved hands gripped his naked ones and pulled them apart. I turned around to face him with my hands still grabbing his. "We are going to save her okay? Are you listening Eddie? We will save her and you will take her far, far, away from here. Do you understand?"

"I will fucking kill him! He's mine!" He stated his claim on the Joker shooting me glare when I tried to protest that he was mine. Eddie's symbiote started to cover his body, soon Venom stood in front of me. The people began to panic once again and ran away from us leaving a perfect clear circle, some daring people stayed clear taking pictures or recording us. Soon the screen with the Joker's calling card disappeared and went into real time with Eddie and me on the big screen.

I turned my head when footsteps rushed towards us, the Joker's henchmen circled around us with their weapons drawn. I released Eddie's hand who went into a fighting stance while I remained cool, standing tall with my hands crossed under my chest. Venom licked his teeth with his long tongue, the desire for blood clear as day. Vines slipped out of my coat itching to sink themselves into their flesh and rip them apart. The Joker's men cocked their weapons while others aimed for our heads ready to shoot. I spread my pheromones around them some started to lower the guns, my lips pulled into a small smile.

"Hello boys! How's sweet, adorable, Joker?" I walked in front of Eddie, towards the men who lowered their guns when I was at arm's reach. Slowly, I brought my hands up in the air showing them I had no weapons. "Who wants to have the privilege on taking me to him?" When no one spoke I pressed my lips together disappointed.

"No one? That's a shame. Venom, kill-" My feet were swept off the ground in seconds, a hard muscular body crashed into me lifting me from the ground. Automatically my arms circled around the body when I felt my body slipping in the air. Joker's henchmen shook off pheromones that lost their spell and attacked Venom but I couldn't see much of the fight because I kept getting higher and higher from the ground.

"Having you on the ground takes away the fun." Parallax said in that annoying accent. When we reached the roof of a nearby building, he grabbed me with both hands like a rolled up rug before tossing me to the ground. I was on my feet in seconds after I touched the ground, the cold wind was worse, icier and thicker, that I could see white mist coming from my mouth each time I exhaled. Parallax was in his version of Spiderman with his Venom mouth and in a more muscular physic.

"Going after little kids is a new kind of evil!" I threw a punch at him but he dodged by disappearing in a blink of an eye. I turned around in a circle waiting for him to reappear, ready for his attack. The seconds ticked by like slow agonizing minutes. The wind picked up sending the punishing cold wind through my coat, chilling my skin.

"I like to think of it a new kind of fun." I heard Parallax voice in the wind that blew behind me. I felt his feet smacking against my back full force, my body fell forward back to the ground were it welcomed me with icy cement. My fist slammed themselves on the ground, vines began to spread across filling the rooftop with grass, vines, flowers, and small branches creating an oasis of sorts. I shot my vines at Parallax stopping him in place with the temptation of sinking my vines deep into him but hurting him would hurt Peter, I couldn't do that to him. Hell I still regret kissing the bastard. The vines wrapped around him like a boa constrictor did to its prey, squeezing each time it took a breath suffocating him enough for him to pass out. I hoped. Only he didn't. He kept moving breaking each and every vines that wanted to trap him.

He would disappear then reappear each time getting closer to me but never at arms each. Parallax would conjure weapons to break him free and in the seconds of freedom he'd have, he'd go in for the attack. I danced around him dodging or creating a of plant life to block him forcing me to be on defense. He tried to tire me, I knew that, forcing me to use my strength on defending myself so I wouldn't have the energy for the final blow. I lowered my wall of vines, decided to take the offense.

Before long, Parallax was on the ground out of breath while I was a few feet away from him trying to catch my breath, my body in pain from several cuts he gave me with his hidden blades he just kept conjuring out of nowhere. I forced my feet to move till I was at his side as he tried to get up, I lifted my leg back then brought it back, aiming for his face but the bastard stopped my leg with one hand then gave a tightly squeeze just above my ankle right on the pressure point. I felt my leg give out in seconds as pain shot up from my ankle to my leg. I fell on the ground next to him, tried to kick him with my other leg but he shot up, putting one leg on the leg he held then applied a heavy amount of pressure on my ankle again freezing my leg in midair.

"Hurt's like a bitch doesn't it?" Parallax huffed, forced my other leg back on the ground with his hand before he got up on his feet. The numbness that followed replaced the heat of the pain in minutes. "Now to finish off where you my dear left off. Lose the coat, it covers too much. I mean from what, Jason recorded, it showed how willing you were on taking a piece of clothing off so easily."

"W-what?" I choked out in shock. It was recorded? If he saw it…then…Peter…saw it… To think that was far behind me was a lie. Jason, even beyond death, still managed to ruin me in the worst possible way ever. The humiliation that happened in that room had just became my nightmare all over again.

"Yup! We saw every bit of it. Peter was over the moon on wanting to hurt Jason for taking his girl and you for being so weak to stop it." Lies. All of it were lies! Jason was a monster but surely he didn't go that far to humiliate me because in his sick world he 'loved' me enough that if a fly touched me he'd kill it with a swatter for revenge. Parallax yanked my arm pulling me up to my feet. "Peter isn't happy knowing that. Can you believe he's actually thinking about letting me keep his body since he doesn't have anything else to live for? He's telling me that maybe he was better off with Gwen, who I might add, is the purest soul he ever met. Why he let his chance with her go is beyond me. What did he see in you anyways? Didn't he know being with a seductress like you would bring only trouble? You have scorn lovers left and right and you being too exotic for your own good decided to downgrade to Peter of all people? What did you see in him?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I slapped his cheek as hard as I could with my leathered hand. The sound of air being ripped apart zipped passed us as an arrow pieced itself to the ground next to us. Both of us turned to see the Arrow and his female companion at his side.

"Oh goodie more people to kill!" Parallax's tone went that of a happy child who found out it was Christmas. "Arrow, my friend, I see you brought your blonde birdie. I will be with you two in a second. Let me finish my little chat with Ivy here. This woman can't get enough of me!"

"Parallax this is your last day on ever terrorizing the citizens! You will die today!" Arrow aimed his arrow that was pulled back, I could see the tension on his fingers holding the arrow from shooting.

"Ahh, Arrow, you know killing me will kill Peter too. Would you live your life knowing his death was done by your hand?" Parallax stepped forward, away from me as he made his way over to Arrow and the woman. I was lost in thought, my knees touched the ground. The world around me continued, the fight continued between the Arrow, the female, and Parallax. What if they did saw it? What did Peter think? I felt weak, soiled, unwanted.

The blonde woman fought Parallax close distance she moved with deadly accuracy that each time her fist or kick would hit Parallax there was nasty sound of flesh hitting flesh. Then she gave a sharp ear ringing scream that broke me from my thoughts and gave her enough time to jump back away from him. It was then that I noticed that a few arrows were sticking out of Parallax body. The woman went to the Arrow's side as Parallax was on his hands and knees.

"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." The Arrow released the last of his arrows that had a red blinker at the tip. I didn't know what came over me, I shot my vines at the Arrow's sidekick, in retaliation, throwing her over the rail to the city below. I heard him show out Canary before jumping after her while I pushed Parallax away from the arrow that exploded the moment it touched the ground. Thick, jungle leaves offered us protection from the blast but the ground gave under and we fell few floors down. The debris crumbled down hitting the leaves that sheltered us, Parallax had his eyes closed when I looked at him. When it stopped raining cement, the leaves opened revealing the little snow that began to fall down.

"Peter? Peter!" I shook the unconscious body, I placed my head down on his chest where his heart beating steadily. I shook Peter again calling out his name but he didn't move. "Peter, please open your eyes!" I wanted to kiss him but I didn't. I wanted to hold him, but I wouldn't. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I found myself repeating over and over again just like I did the nights in Arkham.

"Pamela, you have to kill me." Peter said in slow, mumbling, breaths but his eyes were still closed.

"No, I can't do that." I took off the mask to see Peter's face that had no sign of Parallax.

"You have too. Danger…to everyone…" He breathed out, his lips barely moving. I ran my fingers through his dark brown locks. To kill him is killing me too. If he were to die, what would become of me?

"You're not! Peter I don't make me do this please!"

"Pamela…wasting time… I want to die in your hands…Give…me that."

"Peter, I fucking hate you right now. I'm not going to kill you."

"You are going to die."

"You are so right about that!" Livewire's electricity splashed on my body like a lasso, she pulled me away from Peter. One hand she kept me in the tight leash of electricity as she ran over to Peter. "Peter! Oh baby, what did she do to you?" Ugly tears covered her blue cheeks as she caressed Peter in affectionate way.

"Don't touch him!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. If Parallax was in control I wouldn't have mind much but now that Peter was in control it drove me over the edge.

"You are nothing to him! He dumped you remember?" The electricity that restrained me began to spark up. The raw power of the electricity went through me like butter, the heat of that power burned my skin making it a black char color. I felt my body burning from the inside as well, my blood turned to acid that it bubbled out of my arms were the electricity lasso was at. I felt my skin expanding into small bubbles then popping.

Oh god the pain was enough to kill me. My heart couldn't take more without stopping completely. The darkness of death clouded my vision, my life was going to end.

X:~:X

Livewire was going to have her revenge on the plant girl no matter what. Peter was hers damn it! No girl would ever take him from her even if it was a jealous ex! She would make her death very painful and ruin that beautiful she envied ever since she met Ivy. Why couldn't she be graced with that beauty?

She poured all her energy on burning the woman alive. She enjoyed the screams then gurgles that Ivy made, her movements went from frantic struggling to dead body still. Livewire wanted to permanently damage her body so that no man would ever look at her. She was going to be Athena who punished Medusa for her beauty and made her into a monster. She was going to do just that but unlike Athena, Livewire was going to kill her Medusa after making her a hideous monster.

"STOP!" Peter shouted behind her that caused Livewire to jump but not stopping the flow of electricity. "We need her alive!" There were two voices that spoke to her or was she just hearing things? She had noticed that sometimes he would have a British accent that made her laugh as he showered her with heartwarming words then his other tone that reminded her of the old Peter who was deeply in love with Poison Ivy.

"Well I think it's a bit too late for that." She powered down and the body fell to the ground without moving. The smell of burned flesh and death filled the air that gave Livewire satisfaction she wanted. The witch was dead. Peter, along with Parallax, got up to his feet and made his way over to Livewire who had a bright smile showing how proud she was. "Peter, why are you looking at me like that?" The look on Peter's face shot her happiness down in matter of seconds. He was outraged.

"P-P-Peter… she's gone. She won't be problem!" Livewire stuttered, reached out to him but he slapped her hand away.

"You stupid woman!" Parallax's British voice replaced Peter's, "You weren't supposed to kill her!" Peter/Parallax walked over to Ivy. The woman was burned that pieces of flesh curled up, exposing burned muscles and in some places burned bones. Parallax took Ivy in his arms gently afraid that her body would crumble. He didn't want her to die, not by Livewire's hand. It was going to be his hand that does the final blow for making him want her like all the other men she bewitched. Despite her burned body that had tiny rivers of bright green blood spilling out, the fried skin, the burned hair she still was beautiful. He hated to admit. Where was these feelings coming from? Peter? Probably, the only explanation he had for feelings these feelings.

"She's alive." There was relief in his tone that relaxed Peter and himself. Livewire on the other hand was shocked. She didn't kill her? How!? She gave it her all and it wasn't enough? He walked toward the edge of the building that overlooked the city.

"Let me kill her! Peter, please! If she's still here then she'll keep coming back!" The desperation in her voice annoyed both Parallax and Peter. Could he see that with Ivy dead, they could be happy? Or rather she would be happy. No competition. No fear of him leaving her for the old flame.

"No. She's going to stay with me for a while." He will take care of her, heal her as much as he could before taking her to the Joker so he could have his fun.

"WHAT!" Livewire felt betrayed. Peter was going to keep her? Oh hell no! He was hers. If he spent time with Ivy he would get his old feelings back and all would be for nothing! No, no!

"Woman, she's going to die either way but by the Joker's hand. What do you think he'll take the news that you killed the woman who took his precious girlfriend away? He might kill you and we don't want that do we?" Parallax was going to let the Joker think he will let him kill her but no. Parallax would be the one to kill Ivy. No matter what.

Parallax shot a web and flew away leaving Livewire to her own outburst.

When he reached his lair, he settled Ivy on his bed that he shared with Livewire not that Peter had any say what happened those nights she came over. Now he felt like he should have changed the sheets from the night before. Oh well. SO the question was how do you heal a dying plant?

Give it water. He rationalized. So I went to the bathroom and filled up the tub till it was at the rims then went back to the room where Ivy was. He gathered her in his arms, went back to the room, where he gently placed her in the water but kept her head above water. While in the water, he removed her clothing leaving her in her undergarments. Few minutes the water was black and green with burnt skin that shed floated at the top. Every once in a while he would fill his hand with water and poured it on her face.

He hoped it was enough to save her. He was not an expert at plants so he wouldn't know the first thing to do. He felt Peter pounding in his skull wanting to be with her. "Jealous that I'm touching your girl? Well in a way she's mine too, if you think about it."

Peter said something that made him laugh, oh how he loved torturing the man. He was easy picking. Now that I had the woman he loved at my disposal why not have a little fun? I could tell Peter went quiet with fear as I told him what I wanted to do now that she's unconscious and what I wanted do when she awoke up. I heard him scream out curses that were music to my ears.

"Let the torture begin!"

Spider-Man

I had to stop Parallax, I made it my duty to amass as much will-power as I could to stop him. It was the most painful experience possible, but little by little, I managed to gain inner strength back. I needed to, I couldn't just wallow in self pity feeling sorry for myself. "You can do it, Spider." I told myself encouragingly. "Some spiders can lift 10 times their own body weight...You can lift this burden." At least, I thought I could...Until Parallax attacked Ivy.

Parallax grabbed Poison Ivy, lifting her high above the air by the neck. My heart was practically beating out of my chest as I watched in suspense and terror. She tried to contain and strangle him, but it was no use. Parallax had cosmic levels of power and Ivy barely managed to touch him with those vines of hers.

Parallax cut and slashed at Ivy with light construct blades that he generated from my fear. She cried out in pain every time one of those vicious weapons cut her. It was beyond painful for me to watch. I felt like every one of those constructs was slicing at my own skin. He began to wrap several tendrils around her, as well as restrained her with his arms. She screamed and struggled like her life depended on it, but there was nothing she could do.

"Hurt's like a bitch doesn't it?" Parallax sighed sarcastically. I clenched my fists, I had never wanted to kill someone so much in my entire life. Not only that, I wanted it to be slow...Painful. "Now to finish off where you my dear left off. Lose the coat, it covers too much. I mean from what, Jason recorded, it showed how willing you were on taking a piece of clothing off so easily."

What? W-What was Parallax talking about? Oh God, what had Jason done? What had he done to the woman I loved...Then it hit me. No...No, he couldn't have. That dream...What if it wasn't a dream. What if it was real?

"W-what?" Ivy choked out, destroyed and in shock. No, no she shouldn't be the one ashamed. Woodrue was the monster, she was a good person caught in the schemes of a wicked and evil man. I wanted to hug her, comfort her, kiss her. Tell her that I would never let anyone hurt her, ever. All I could do was watch and shake my head.

"Yup! We saw every bit of it. Peter was over the moon on wanting to hurt Jason for taking his girl and you for being so weak to stop it." he lied. No...No, please, it couldn't possibly be doing this. He couldn't be that heartless! "Peter isn't happy knowing that. Can you believe he's actually thinking about letting me keep his body since he doesn't have anything else to live for? He's telling me that maybe he was better off with Gwen, who I might add, is the purest soul he ever met. Why he let his chance with her go is beyond me. What did he see in you anyways? Didn't he know being with a seductress like you would bring only trouble? You have scorn lovers left and right and you being too exotic for your own good decided to downgrade to Peter of all people? What did you see in him?"

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Ivy screamed, slapping him in the face. She didn't believe him, did she? That was the last straw I could take. I ran upstairs to the closet, taking my shirt off. I was ending this. I felt pain in my sides that quickly faded away as I slowly walked away. Could only assume Green Arrow had arrived, I only hoped that he would save me the trouble.

I slowly walked into the closet, feeling more and more broken as I approached it. I tied one half of the shirt to a rack near the top, and tied the other end to my neck. I made sure it was as tight as possible. I didn't want to chicken out at the last second. Finally, I let go off my balance, falling back into darkness.

"Peter? Peter!" I heard a voice say. No, I thought. Please, Pam...Give up on me. "Peter, please open your eyes!...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." No, it was me who should have been sorry. I had been selfish and overly attached, putting my desire and infatuation above her safety.

"Pamela, you have to kill me." I said slowly, mumbling in pain. I needed to die, for her sake and the city's.

"No, I can't do that." she cried, taking off my mask. She gasped when she saw that I had no signs of Parallax. I don't think she expected me to be so extreme and sincere.

"You have too. Danger…to everyone…" I breathed in pain. I suppose I was grateful that she was so optimistic. Nobody else was. But I couldn't be an optimist right now, I had to be a realist.

"You're not! Peter I don't make me do this please!" she begged, tears flowing down her face like water down a beautiful, green waterfall. I grabbed her face softly, looking her deep in the eyes. She needed to know that I loved her, that I was doing this for her. That she was my life, all that mattered in the universe.

"Pamela…wasting time…" I cried, tears running down my face. Why was she being so stubborn? A few months ago, she'd have finished me off in a minute. And now, she wouldn't even listen to me. "I want to die in your hands…Give…me that."

"Peter, I fucking hate you right now. I'm not going to kill you."

I gasped, shaking my head. W-Was she serious? I only assumed she was being facetious but...What if she believed Parallax? His words about me were more hurtful and slandering than anything Jameson could have ever dreamed up. And the thought that he could very well trick Ivy into believing them made me wish my neck was back in the embrace of that damn shirt.

Suddenly, I heard Ivy cry out in pain as she was hit by an energy blast. She held Ivy in a tight leash of electricity. "Peter! Oh baby, what did she do to you?" she cried, almost like a child who had just broken their favorite toy. My hand reached out to Ivy as I shook my head.

"Don't touch him!" Ivy screamed at the top of her lungs, ripping herself from Livewire's grip, giving a shriek that was a mixture of rage and pain.

"You are nothing to him! He dumped you remember?" Livewire responded, venom and hate in her voice. I felt myself nearing darkness, and I extended my hand towards Ivy, a silent gesture of love and longing. I only had enough energy for one word. "Pamela..."

I woke up several hours later to see Ivy in a dark, shadowy cell. She was covered in bruises and scars, and several blackish burns appeared on her skin. She was completely silent, all resistance had been tortured out of her. She was still beautiful, though...She would always be beautiful. I needed to give her some kind of escape. I used all of my will power to focus on Ivy. I needed to transport her into the cabin, if only to explain some things in more depth.

I extended my hand towards Ivy, trembling as I focused all of my energy on her, my hand trembling, and my body growing in pain. I didn't care if it was going to kill me, I had to explain things to her. And I needed her to explain some things to me. If we were going to continue things after this, we needed to be open and honest with one another.

Finally, I began to see an aura of light appear around her, and with a fazing noise, she appeared in my room. I fell back against the couch, in severe pain. Ivy looked at me with similar pain.

"I've finally become what Jameson wanted me to become," I sighed. "A monster...And so was Woodrue...And I can't be selfish like he was."

Poison Ivy

The cabin was small but comfortable, spacious, and very plain. The walls were bare, naked, except for posters that were lined up in a single row. In each poster was the face of people I knew. Gwen's face was smiling the hair off to the side as if wind blew at it in the picture, Eddie giving Harley a piggy back ride their expression that of happiness, Aunt May drinking tea next to the window of her home. Seeing the woman tucked at my already weak heart. She was such a sweet, kind person who should have lived her life in peace. She should have been left alone. My hand reached up to the poster, toughing her hand that held the mug. She was Peter's mother and she was taken from him in the most brutal way. Under the control of Parallax, Peter killed her. Peter was forced to watch. My Peter suffered and it was all my fault.

If I hadn't said yes, if I had left him alone let him live his life without me. I would have rejected each and every time he'd tried to make me feel love, had I known this was going to happen I would have never let him get close to me. Everywhere I go, I would bring nothing but danger. Why did I had to lower my guard down? Because you wanted to give love another chance and Peter was the one who would show you what real love is.

"I've finally become what Jameson wanted me to become." Peter's voice spoke causing me to turn with many emotions but one was stronger, pain. "A monster…and so was Woodrue…And I can't be selfish like he was."

Peter was on a couch with his head resting on the cushion, his eyes closed tightly as if in the same exact pain I was in. I saw Peter, my Peter. It was then when I took another look at my surrounds, I was in a cabin but where? A window, the only window in the room, showed a world that was secluded from this room. I could see through Parallax, the man searched high and low for someone even screamed out in frustration. I turned my attention away from the window and back to Peter.

He still kept his eyes closed was it because he didn't want to look at me? Yet my body still wanted to throw itself at him, to be one with his again, but my feet remained where they were. They were locked tightly that they gave a slight shake every once in a while wanting to unlock and run to him.

"You're not…him. You wouldn't do what he did." I forced the words out, in anger. How could he compare himself with Jason? He was nothing like him. Jason was the monster not him. My hands turned to fists at my side, digging through my skin till they cut my flesh. "What do you mean by 'you can't be selfish like he was'?" I think my voice broke as I spoke the words. Was it his way of ending this between us? My heart raced with dread, nervousness, and anxiety, they were strong fast beats that I swore he could hear it too. My hand went to my erratic beating heart, trying to sooth it to calm down as if that'd help.

Peter remained quiet, his eyes still closed, taking deep long breaths. Oh god he was ending things with me. Had Parallax lies been true? No don't you start believing Parallax! Peter loves me… He loved you. My heartbeat became stronger with each thump thub. Que in panic attack. My locked feet betrayed me and gave in to what they wanted to do. They started to walk. My body screamed in happiness as it got closer to Peter.

Soon I found myself sitting on his lap, my hands grabbing at his shirt tightly, instead of pulling him (something I wanted to do) I crashed my head on to his chest, wrapped my arms him. I felt his body stiffen around me the moment I touched him and wouldn't relax. I fought off a sob that wanted to erupt. He didn't want me to touch him either. I pulled away from him but I still remained seated on his lap, my hands on his chest tightening my grip on his shirt.

"Peter, look at me. Please." Damn tears were already glazing my eyes but they did not fall. I blinked them away before they even had a chance to grow into heavy salty droplets. He wouldn't open his eyes, his head turned to the side away from me. "Damn it, look at me!" One of my hands grabbed his face and forced him to face me. The moment I saw his chocolate eyes I held my breath on how defeated they were. They hardly had any life in them, any joy or light to them like they did before, now they were hard, dark, and on the verge of becoming cold and emotionless. I did that. We-Harley and I- did this to him.

"Peter, what Parallax said was it true?" Please say no, please say no. If he said yes, I would be broken and being far worse than what Jason did. I would heal from what happened but healing over a broken heart from the man I knew I truly, utterly, love? I would not recover from it.

"What does it matter, you seem to believe them." That hurt more than a yes. Truth was that I did believe them, some not all. I believed that he hated Jason with a violent passion for what was done, I also believed that he had some anger towards me for not killing him when he told me to, for not trusting him, for what happened between me and Jason. I reminded myself that I had no power, Arkham made sure to make every one of its long term 'visitors' to be tamed away from their source of power so they would be easier to manipulate, control, and brainwash.

"You're stupid." I whispered the insult loud enough for him to hear it. His eyes grew hard with anger but defused when I add, "I do believe that you hate Jason and I hate to break it to you but he's taken care of. I killed him for me. Killed him, along with Dr. Strange and every single men that was in that courtroom."

"You…what…" I guess he didn't know that little detail but it was out and I could clear my conscious, I would say my sins and be done with it.

"Well you did say to kill you, remember? I had to practice and I found the opportunity." I felt my sins lightening making it easier to spill, "No matter how many people I killed while busting out of Arkham and how many I killed once I was out, I still hesitate with you. People around that don't matter or have any meaning to me are easier to kill, easier to cut my emotions when I kiss them, control them, use them. You didn't matter and even then I hesitated. I keep asking myself, why couldn't you just leave my mind alone? Why were you the one I couldn't kill in the past or even now? The thought of you dying by my hand takes me to hell Peter.

A hell that would be my reality if I were to kill you. It'd worse than Jason, worse than Arkham. I don't want to lose you Peter. Can't you see that? I can't afford to lose you because if I do, I will be that woman who would kill without a second thought. A woman who will never feel joy, smile, or even feel love. I know I will resent and hate all those beautiful feelings, memories that you gave me.

If you were to die, I would too. The Joker would win, Parallax would win. I don't want them to win! I want them to fail! I want you to beat Parallax and come back to me. I want this to end so we can have a future and maybe..." I couldn't finish that sentence. My confession was done for the moment because I knew if I were say more I'd turn into a hopeless romantic.

"You said you hated me." Peter locked his eyes with mine and I gave a sad laugh. Oh Peter. I rest my forehead against his, our nose touching, but I made sure for my lips not to be close to his, afraid that he might not have the immunity when he was in control.

"I did say that only because you want me to kill you. You see it as the only way but I don't want that to be the only option. It's not the only option. There is another way to free you from Parallax but we just need to find it and take it. One that doesn't separate us even more than we are now."

"Pam, I don't…want to die." His confession made me cup his cheeks ready to kiss him but I stopped myself. My hatred for Jason will never end. I couldn't kiss Peter without fearing on hurting him. The window had grown bright from the sunlight that Parallax stepped in, lightening up the room and I couldn't help but gasp in shock.

"Peter…you…what happened to you?" His skin had a light olive skin tone more like the light pale green color olive. His face had a green sickly color but I could see it getting stronger (the color) more visible.

"Your kiss did this." There was sadness in his tone as if he didn't want me to know. I got ready to jump away from him, to put as much distance as I could but before I could he locked me in place so I wouldn't run. He must have saw it on my face because his other hand went up my back, sending me Goosebumps, to the back of my neck where he pulled my head down, so our foreheads would touch again. "I'm okay, I'm alive just my red blood cells are pale than normal thus giving me this green color."

"This isn't funny!" I couldn't help a tiny smile being form but my heart was crying. "This is serious Peter, I don't know what else I could do. I'm dangerous to you, to everyone."

"That makes two of us." He gave me weak smirk but then frowned his eyes lingering on my lips. I pulled them back hiding them from his eyes. I felt both of our wants to kiss growing and I was willing, oh so willing. I wanted to feel his lips, to get lost in his delicious taste that I wanted to drown in. I wanted his hands over me, touching me leaving hot and bothered melting away the past and everything till his touch drove to sweet oblivion. I wanted him. I wanted him again "Kiss me?"

I shook my head and tried to pull away again but he kept me in place. My hands went down to his chest to help keep me steady but my fingers wanted to touch like that night. Hearing his sweet moans under my ministrations, under my control. I bit my lip as his hand, that held my neck, ventured down my back while his other hand glided down my thigh then up sending me a second wave of goose bumps. We can't possibly do it here…can we? "Peter, I want to. Trust me I really do but what if you get worse?"

"Don't think about it. Let me remind you how much I love you, let yourself be mine again. Please." The want was there bright as day, his chocolate eyes burned with want and love. Peter slipped his hand under my shirt, the moment his hand touched my naked back I bit back a light moan, breaking me into submission that I easily gave up without a fight. Our lips touched one another but I pulled back hesitating, he leaned forward his lips seeking to touch mine again.

His shirt came off and my greedy, hungry, hands touched every muscle on his body, his warmth grew as I continued to touch him like that one night. I still had not let him kissed me fully still afraid of would happen but that didn't stop me from being his again. The couch creaked and moved a bit with a muffled screeched, as he stood up with me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to what I hoped was a bed. My back hit the somewhat soft mattress but that didn't matter, Peter was over me in seconds his body pressed against mine, fitting perfectly against each other. "Peter," I moaned his name in whispers as he took me into a place that was better than heaven.

"Pamela, please I don't think I could last any second without a kiss." I opened my eyes to see his above me. I gave in with a nod. His lips touched mine, the tip of his tongue begged for entrance that I quickly accepted. I don't want to hurt him. Please don't hurt him. I won't hurt him. He'll be fine. He'll be fine oh god please be okay. I couldn't help the tears fall out at how much joy I received by kissing him. The happiness it brought me outweighed my fear making me enjoy it even more. Our teeth grounded against each other as our kiss became more passionate, wilder.

The fears where pushed out of my mind as Peter pulled a awhile with a loving smile that I broke up in a cry that was mixed with a giggle. "I love you." The words were true and he knew they were.

"I love you too, Red." Peter gave me a grin that reminded me of the past when Peter was so carefree and alive. When we get out of this he will be again just not with me. After all this is over, I will leave and take my danger with me. I had done so much evil to Peter that he didn't deserve me. I didn't deserve him. This was my final goodbye. As selfish as it made me, I wanted Peter one more time before I freed him and everyone was safe. Harley would be safe with Eddie and Peter would be safer without me. He had so much to live for and with me by his side I would take that away from him.

He will always be the only man for me.

The one that I will always love till I die.

I just hoped that he wouldn't follow me. Hoped that he would accept that together would cause us too much problems. He needs to win back the people with me around he wouldn't achieve it. I reminded myself that, me leaving Peter would be for his own good. I did want a future with him. I wanted to marry him and maybe…try to have a child… but that was not for a person like me. I don't get that privilege.

"Are you okay? Are you hurting?" His concern brought me out of my thoughts, as he hovered me. I felt his naked body against mine. Don't ruin this because your days are numbered.

"Mhm, I'm fine." I reassured him then kissed him sweetly. My lips left his, went down to his jawline, to his neck where I gave him small bites, and then went back to his lips. We both lost each other into our passion that only started. I just wished that this moment could last forever…

Gwen Stacy

Peter, where are you? Gwen sent the fifth text of the day to her best friend who stopped answering her calls and messages. She set the phone down on her lab table next to her paper work from her newest project. She made excellent progress that made her peers and superiors proud of her and a valuable asset to the company. That didn't matter because her friend was gone, who knows what he was going through after his aunt…

Aunt May… The woman was brutally murdered by the villain Venom who was Spiderman's enemy. Everyone wondered why Venom murdered her but it was soon linked that Peter was one of the main advocates of Spiderman and also his personal photographer. Depression wrapped itself around her bringing her back to that memory, with the details playing in her head before she could stop them…

Gwen was with her boyfriend Dick after having an amazing dinner with him, before ending the night she wanted to pay a visit to Peter and his aunt. When they turned the corner, they saw the red and blue lights people gathered around the yellow tapes trying to see something. Gwen kept calm as they got closer that was when two people rolled out a black bag, the size of a human, on gurney.

Gwen urged Dick to quicken their pace to reach the house where police officers where keeping people from getting close. Gwen pushed through the people till she reached the yellow tape and an officer placed his hand on her shoulder keeping her from going further.

"What's going on?" Panic began to set in Gwen when a trail of blood dripped from the black bag, "Peter! Where's Peter? Is Aunt May okay? What happened?"

"Miss, are you family of the house hold? If no, then stay back." The officer shield the opening with his huge body that blocked Gwen's line of vision.

"I'm a friend!" She stated in panic but the officer did not let her inside. "Please tell me if they are alright!"

"Officer, the people who live in that house are a part of her family. Family is family, blood or not." Dick answered in a cool tone that the officer thought for two seconds then shook his head.

"I have orders to keep the people out of the crime scene. I don't want to have you escorted down town for disobeying an officer." The threat was clear in his voice that Dick took it as a challenge. Gwen ignored the two as they went into a battle of power. She knew Dick Greyson was a powerful man like his friend and teacher, Bruce Wayne who was a multibillionaire in Gotham. The money and power was not what attracted Gwen to him in the first place. He could have been poor or be selling hot dogs, she couldn't care because what she loved about him was how protective he was to the people around him. He was protective and caring for his employees, to his family (who she has yet to meet) and friends, and even strangers.

He didn't shower himself in his money or wasted like some other rich people to show off that they could afford the most expensive materials or toys. No this man was someone better. He even helped orphan homes when he could since he was an orphan as well. He didn't get much into his past, only gave Gwen bits and pieces of what his life was like, she had a peek into his struggles, thoughts, and fears but only a little peek, that left her wanting to know more about the man who stole her heart.

Soon both Gwen and Dick passed the yellow tape and the two people aiding the gurney to the truck where they were going to take for an autopsy, stopped. Gwen didn't know what she to expect when the coroner that was at the head of the gurney, where she suspected the head was at, reached for the zipper to open it. Gwen's eyes flew open at the face of Peter's aunt with bruises and cuts that painted her face. Her legs lost their strength causing to fall on her knees, violent sobs raked through her body when she reached up to the gurney.

Dick's strong hands stopped her from touching the body but his distraught girlfriend pulled away and ran to the house were the detectives where. Dick again stopped her before she made to the first step and turned her around crushing her body against his. She fought him, screaming at him to let her go, but the man kept her locked in a bear hug till she sagged into him, her crying never stopping. She remembered screaming for Peter if he was okay but no one could answer her questions.

The funeral happened few days later with the help of Felicia, Peter's ex. seeing Peter's old flame in town, brought Gwen away from the depression that held her prisoner. They were good friends before and after Felicia got involved with him, the breakup was peaceful. The reason why they broke up never came up. Before she met Pamela, she'd thought that Felicia would be good for Peter, she was outgoing, sexyl, daring a perfect concoction for Peter to open up and have fun. When they broke up, it baffled Gwen. After a while, Peter and Felicia started to see each other again as friends with benefits. Something Gwen didn't understand the concept of. Where they a couple or friends? That ended after a few months when Felicia left something about meeting a puma while in a nearby city. Her thing with cats never seized to confuse her.

When Pamela came into the picture she was smart, beautiful, and mysterious. When Peter first came to Gwen about meeting her, Gwen wanted to know like the annoying sister she was (she thought herself more like a sister to Peter than anything). The few times she met Pamela, she was cold and distant, a complete opposite from what Peter had told her that made her wonder what Peter saw in her. After her little chat with Pamela where she purposely spilled the beans that Peter liked her she saw a spark in Pamela's green eyes that said everything.

Now both were missing.

Were they together? Was Pamela helping Peter cope with his loss? She only hoped they were together. Now few days after the funeral she didn't realized that Christmas had already past and they were almost finished with January. No one did with everything that happened.

Gwen leaned back into her chair, pulled out their hair tie to let her blonde locks free, losing herself into the recent events. This year was supposed to be full with cheers and new resolutions but started off with the murder of Aunt May and her two friends missing. Then news broke out that Poison Ivy was captured and sent to Arkham Asylum with the help of Spiderman, putting the people at ease to some degree. I guess some people can't change who they are. Gwen thought sadly because when Spiderman had begged the people to give the Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn another chance, she felt that he believed in what he was said. Then to have the woman go back to her criminal ways must have devastated Spiderman and also made the people lose their trust in him.

Boom!

The building shook violently Gwen quickly got off her chair and under the table thinking it was an earthquake, her peers around her did the same. She peeked from under the table and saw pieces of the ceiling coming down and breaking on the counter or breaking the stuff on the counter. Few of her coworkers screamed in fear, unsure of what was going to happen. They were on the very top floors of the building, close to the roof. The fire alarm went off, security guards rushed to each door urging the people to evacuate quickly.

Gwen to her feet and followed the people in lab coats, like her own, down the flights of stairs which she cursed herself for wearing heels to work. Not even half way down, people began to scream down below the sounds of gun shots echoed through the stairs sending people into another wave of panic. Small flashes of gun fire slowly made their way up the stairs with bodies falling in every angle. Those who were close to the doors, made their escape. Gwen rushed up the stairs with a group of people back to her floor where they closed the door behind them.

The gunfire kept coming closer and closer to her floor. Some people went back under the tables others tried to call the local police for help, and others were saying their final goodbyes to their loved ones. Gwen pulled out her phone from her pocket and dialed the first number that came to mind.

"Gwen? I thought you were going to call me after work?" Dick answered in the first ring.

"Dick? Oh thank god you answered! Oh no…someone get the door! Don't let them in, oh Greg hurry!" Gwen shouted as she saw that the small barricade they made was starting to break. Gwen dropped her phone as she and two others went to help hold the barricade from breaking.

"Gwen! Gwen?!" Dick screamed on the other hand. He could hear the movement from Gwen's side, heard the gunshots and something explode like a bomb. He was out of the office the moment he heard Gwen scream out his name. He was in his car when he heard the explosion, the phone didn't cut which he was thankful for. He could hear men barking out orders for everyone to gather around and sit in the center of the room. He only wished that Gwen was okay.

Gwen was in the center of the in circle with her coworker's head on her lap, he was shot in the arm when the men in purple suits with eerie smiles on their masks forced their way in. There were six men that circled around the group of scientist. Each one had a different weapon, two had a Thompson, one had a mico smg, another a bullpup rifle, one had a shotgun and the last one had an assault rifle. Only two were pointing at the people while the rest had them out but not aimed, talking like normal people to each other.

"Why are we here again?" The man with the assault rifle asked, keeping his gun aimed at a woman who had curly hair that barely passed her neck.

"Is Gwen Stacy here?" The man with the micro smg asked out loud. The people around Gwen grew closer to her, trying to hide her as much as possible but with Greg's head on her lap it was hardly impossible.

"They are not talking." The man with the shotgun spoke.

"Well, if they won't talk then good thing they are wearing their I.D. cards. Oh look at this! They have their pictures on it! Seems our job just got easier!" One of the men holding the Thompson said in glee. The other man with the same weapon was quiet and was the second person who had his gun aimed at the people. The quiet one started to yank every ones ID from their necks till it was only Gwen and Greg but the man didn't need to see her I.D since she was the last woman in the building. The quiet man moved out of the way as the man with the same weapon to take his place.

"Gwen please stand up!" The man with the shotgun (not the quiet one) extended his hand out to Gwen but she remained seating on the floor.

"Let them go first." Gwen knew that everyone was going to die but if she could at least negotiate with them on letting her coworkers go, she will. "I won't fight but let them go so Greg can get medical attention."

The quite man grabbed her from behind, yanked her from the hands of her coworkers that pulled at her clothes in hopes that would be enough. One hand held his gun with his finger on the trigger, pointing at every one of the scared scientist while his other was tangled in her hair pulling hard that it pulled her scalp.

"Let them go please!" She cried as she struggled to get free from the man. The Quiet man pulled her away till they reached the door that lead the hallway where he stopped. He strapped her hands and feet together then blindfolded her with the ducktape that secured her hands and feet not before she saw shells of bullets on the floor alongside bodies, blood spattered on the walls, machines gutted with bullets.

"We don't leave witness." The quiet man spoke and it shocked her. It was a voice of a young man probably late teens from what she guessed but much younger than the men who were with her coworkers. They had the voices of grown men and this man was still a kid. The moment the last word left his lips, the five men remaining in the room opened fire.

Spider-Man

"You're not…him. You wouldn't do what he did." Ivy told me, shaking my hands in a mixture of frustration, desperation and flat out anger.I wish I could believe her, but my heart pained the more I thought about it. The similarity was there, whether she saw it or not. She had trusted both of us with her love and affection, and we had both let her down, dragging her through darkness and filth. It didn't matter if it was intentional or not; she wouldn't be so haunted if it weren't for us. "What do you mean by 'you can't be selfish like he was'?" she asked, her voice breaking. Of course she didn't understand...Or maybe she did, she just didn't want to believe it. I was going to kill people with Parallax in control. I had already lost Aunt May, I couldn't survive if I lost Pamela. I remained quiet, Ivy had so much fear in her and I didn't want to increase it.

She slowly began to sit on my lap, her hands grabbing the torso part of my costume underneath the unzipped jacket I was wearing. I stiffened when she touched me, I couldn't give into her embrace. Her safety was what was important, and if I fell for her, I wouldn't come back. I felt dead...More than I ever had ever felt before, as she rested her head on my chest, her arms wrapped around me. I gave a short gasp as she tightened the grip on my costume, so small that I doubt she heard it.

"Peter, look at me." she begged, her voice rich with emotion. "...Please." I saw tears in her eyes, and gave another little gasp, but she quickly blinked them away. I closed my eyes, turning away. I couldn't let her give up her life for me. "Damn it, look at me!" she begged, banging on my chest, before grabbing my face and forcing me to face her. As I opened my eyes, all I felt was...Sinking. Sinking of our future, sinking of my spirit, but most of all, sinking of my heart. I did that. I felt like I had a lethal contagious disease, and if I let Red in, she would catch it, and all that made my life bearable would die with her.

"Peter, what Parallax said was it true?" she asked, her voice sounding as if she had difficulty breathing. I shook my head, rubbing it as if I had a migraine. How could she ask that? Didn't she trust me? After all the times I'd shown trust to her? I barely even saw Jason...Well, do what he did.

"What does it matter, you seem to believe them." I told her. And I meant it. Ivy had told me a lot of hurtful things in the time I knew her. She'd called me naive, said I wasn't her friend, said I was using her to advance my own schemes at stopping villains. But it was her distrust of my affections for her that cut me like a knife to the lungs.

"You're stupid." she whispered loud enough for me to hear it. I was too beaten at this point to really retaliate against her insult. "I do believe that you hate Jason and I hate to break it to you but he's taken care of. I killed him for me. Killed him, along with Dr. Strange and every single man that was in that courtroom."

"You…what…" I asked. I knew I should have been angry at what she had said. I knew I should have been scolding and lecturing her about not killing people but...All I could think about was what those monsters must have done to incur her wrath.

"Well you did say to kill you, remember? I had to practice and I found the opportunity." she said, with anger and hatred in her voice towards Woodrue and the men who had oppressed her. "No matter how many people I killed while busting out of Arkham and how many I killed once I was out, I still hesitate with you. People around that don't matter or have any meaning to me are easier to kill, easier to cut my emotions when I kiss them, control them, use them. You didn't matter and even then I hesitated. I keep asking myself, why couldn't you just leave my mind alone? Why were you the one I couldn't kill in the past or even now? The thought of you dying by my hand takes me to hell Peter. A hell that would be my reality if I were to kill you. It'd worse than Jason, worse than Arkham. I don't want to lose you Peter. Can't you see that? I can't afford to lose you because if I do, I will be that woman who would kill without a second thought. A woman who will never feel joy, smile, or even feel love. I know I will resent and hate all those beautiful feelings, memories that you gave me. If you were to die, I would too. The Joker would win, Parallax would win. I don't want them to win! I want them to fail! I want you to beat Parallax and come back to me. I want this to end so we can have a future and maybe..." She stopped there, as if she had some kind of secret she didn't want to reveal.

"You said you hated me." I said, my eyes locking with hers, feeling a mixture of pain and shock at her touching confession of love. She rested her forehead on mine, touching my nose and giving a sigh. I felt her wet tears fall against my equally wet, tear drenched face. I started to relax, if only slightly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist her, not in my current state of weakness.

"I did say that only because you want me to kill you." she explained. "You see it as the only way but I don't want that to be the only option. It's not the only option. There is another way to free you from Parallax but we just need to find it and take it. One that doesn't separate us even more than we are now."

"Pam, I don't…want to die." I told her, as she cupped my cheeks affectionately. And I was telling the truth. I didn't want to die. I didn't want Jason to hurt Ivy. I didn't want Parallax to possess me. But sometimes we're just dealt bad cards in life. A flash of light entered through the window, as Parallax seemed to be searching for Ivy. I only hoped he didn't know I had teleported Ivy here.

"Peter…you…what happened to you?" Ivy asked, shocked that my skin had turned the same color as hers. It admittedly took me a little while to get used to, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a physical sign that we were meant to be together.

"Your kiss did this." I told her, a little sadly because I had a feeling that she would feel guilty about my current state. She pulled away, but I brought her closer to my forehead again, a weak smile on my face. "I'm okay," I laughed. "I'm alive just my red blood cells are pale than normal thus giving me this green color."

"This isn't funny!" she laughed shortly, tears still in her eyes. "This is serious Peter, I don't know what else I could do. I'm dangerous to you, to everyone."

"That makes two of us." I said, giving a weak smirk. Who knew? Maybe Ivy's plant based abilities had transferred to me with her kiss. I could only hope so; it would make me completely immune to her new poison kiss. My eyes couldn't help but move to her lips, and Pamela gave a short gasp as she saw my eyes gaze at them longingly. I had craved it...Needed it. Just being so close to them was...Intoxicating. "Kiss me?" I asked, trying to be as submissive as possible.

She shook her head, her hands still firmly on my chest She bit her lip, as my hand slid down to her back, the other gliding down her thigh intensely. I felt goose bumps quickly rise on her skin as she shuddered to my touch. "Peter, I want to. Trust me I really do but what if you get worse?"

"Don't think about it. Let me remind you how much I love you, let yourself be mine again." I begged, letting her in completely. "Please." I slipped my hand under her shirt, my eyes burning with passion and love. She gave a slight moan as my fingertips touches her back. Her lips touched mine, and for the first time, I felt her hesitate a bit. I leaned in, returning the kiss with sincerity and warmth.

She threw of my jacket, and the costume torso piece underneath, running her fingers down my body. The couch creaked and moved a little against her force, screeching a little, and I stood up carrying her in my hands, as her legs tightly wrapped around my torso and hips. Her back hit the soft mattress, and pressed my body against hers. It fit perfectly, couldn't imagine a place I would rather be than in her embrace.

"Pamela," I whispered, crying softly in emotion. "Please...I don't think I could last any second without a kiss." She nodded a little, closing her eyes for a little. She opened her eye, nodding again. My lips softly touched hers, as I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth, which she quickly accepted.Her lips tasted like sweet honey and sugar, and I quickly surrendered all my passion into her. Maybe it was our new...Er "Chemical compatibility", but for some reason, I was addicted to her. She began to cry, seemingly in joy, and I could feel all of her fear just evaporate away. Her kiss slowly began to become more aggressive, stronger.

I gave her a loving smile, tears in my eyes. All thoughts of Parallax, or fear, or imprisonment in this damn cabin just slipped away. "I love you." she whispered in my ear, her voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too, Red." I told her, my voice filled with positivity and warmth for the love of my life. I heard her give a little sigh, and felt her body weaken against mine, as she remained quiet for a short time.

"Are you okay? Are you hurting?" I asked her, my voice filled with concern over her well being. I held her close in a hug, trying my best to hunger her.

"Mhm, I'm fine." she replied. She kissed me softly again, her sweet taste filling me again, as she went down to my jawline and then to my neck, where she gave me small, affectionate bites, before going back to my lips again. We lay in that bed, bonded with passion, pleasure and love, for about a few hours. When we were finished, I decided that there was something I needed to show Ivy. "Come on." I told her. "I think there's something that you should see."

I brought her outside to the yard, where a green hedge labyrinth stood before us. Voices of my past were heard inside from countless friends, enemies and even lovers of mine. Ivy turned to me with a look of confusion. "What is this place?" she asked. I turned to her with a small smile, I figured she might like this. "It's a Memory Labryinth. It has countless pathways that lead to different memories in my past. I...I was too afraid to go in it alone. Would you mind walking with me?"

Pamela nodded, a smile on her face. "I'd like that." she said. We slowly walked through the maze, passing several memories deep in my mind. We saw Uncle Ben's final words to me (Which got Ivy rather emotional and teary), my MANY breakups, finding out Norman Osborne was the Green Goblin and the symbiote's bonding with me. Ivy turned to me on that last one. "If you could beat the symbiote's control, there's hope for you to escape Parallax." she assured me. I nodded a little, not entirely convinced. The symbiote merely influenced my actions. Parallax actually controlled them.

We passed through many memories of Ivy and Harley, and Pamela couldn't help but blush a little at her more harsh and snarky words and insults towards me. I kissed her softly on her forehead to calm her down. As we neared the exit of the Labryinth, Pamela stopped. "Peter," she teared up. "S-Something...Unexpected has happened. I took a pregnancy test a few days ago. It...It..."

My heart skipped a beat, a wide grin appearing on my face. A wave of emotions hit me. Excitement over a child, fear about the baby's future as the offspring of both a hero and a villain (At least in the public's eyes), empathy for Ivy. "That's...That's wonderful!" I sighed, my heart practically pounding out of her chest.

Ivy shook her head, crying intensely. "No..." she explained. "No, it's not like that. I'm...I'm not even sure if I'm really...You know." Ivy looked like her heart was filled with pain, like every word she told me was a physical burden on her. I saw her shaking a little before she delivered the next part of her confession. "And I'm not even sure if he's your child."

I gasped...Had Jason really impregnated Ivy? I wasn't angry at Ivy; how could I be, it wasn't her fault. But I worried about Ivy, considering her hatred for Jason Woodrue. "I'm not killing it!" she said defensively, as if she expected me to be angry. "I don't care if Jason's the father, I can't..."

"Ivy, Ivy, calm down, please!" I begged. "If the kid is Jason's...Then we'll raise it in an environment where he can't be corrupted. It's your child, it will never be his. You are the one with a capacity for love, for empathy. More than anyone I've ever met. And that baby is a blessing. For both of us."

Pamela held her mouth open, shocked that I hadn't gotten angry. I don't see why, I'd forgiven her for terrible, terrible things. I would never hold Woodrue's crimes against her. She leaned against the hedge of the labyrinth's exit, looking like she was deep in thought. I remained silent, I didn't want to disrupt her thoughts. She turned to me, her eyes closed, still in a considerable amount of pain. "There's...An island." she explained. "Just off the coast of Puerto Rico. It's completely deserted of human life, populated only by...Thousands of plant and animal species. When this is over, I want to retire there, live out the rest of my days there. And I would love if you, Eddie and Harley would come with me...Help raise the child. Hell, maybe Eddie and Harley could have kids of our own. Just the four of us, free from the corruption and oppression of meat-bags and oxygen breathing monsters of civilization."

I smiled widely, shaking my head. "Sounds perfect." I told her, my hands gently touching her cheeks as I leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away at the last second, tears running down her face. "But I can't do that." she explained. "I won't let you give up your life, your future...The safety of the people you love so much, just to make me happy. It's not like I love humans, I hate them. But you don't. And I'm not going to throw away your future just for my own pleasure."

I shook my head, my heart beating incredibly slowly. I couldn't believe what she was saying. After everything that we'd been through, after all the obstacles we overcame to be together...She just wanted to throw it all away? "Ivy..." I cried. "P-Please..."

"Goodbye, Peter." she whispered. "You will always be the only man I ever loved...And I'm going to save you, from yourself...And from me." She kissed me, more passionately and sweetly than she ever had before, as she slowly began to become teleported back to that bed, where Parallax stayed. My mouth hung open, stunned, as tears began to flow down my face like waves beating the rocks of a beach. I ran back to the cabin, looking through the window as I stared at Ivy longingly. The flower of my life...Gone forever. She cried intensely as she lay on her bed, and I cried even harder, if it was possible. The door to her room opened slowly, and I held my breath. Was it Parallax? I was fully ready to break his control if it was.

"Red..." a high pitched female voice said. "I have failed you."

It was Harley.

"Harl..." Ivy trembled, wiping away tears from her face, which had been made more and greener by intense crying. "What do you mean you failed me?"

"I'm so sorry, Red." she cried. "I...I betrayed you to help The Joker. I'm the reason Parallax captured you...And I'm the reason he captured Eddie."