09/23/18 - Some updating done, the same as the last chapter's.
August 27th - 2019
The only source of light stood above the figure sat in the middle of the dark room. Thunders could be heard from outside, the rain wasn't ceasing anytime soon. It only added to the somber atmosphere.
Spider-Man crossed his arms, hidden within the shadows as the white lenses of his mask were highlighted by it.
Two security guard held Norman Osborn down into the chair. A unrecognizable Doctor prepared a single syringe that contained that would extend his lifespan for a few more years, maybe.
The serum he took earlier what was kept him from decaying even faster.
Dr. Connors had told Peter many years ago that no subject had survived the DNA alteration trial. He could remember the subjects going haywire with horrible results. Even when the decay rate algorithm was solved, the gene splicing led to the mutation of his once mentor.
Peter survived the spider bite, thankfully, his father had made the spiders such that their research could be carried on only with DNA from his bloodline, so he made Peter compatible with the spiders. He can now be considered to be a different species altogether due to the alteration of his DNA.
A way of keeping the venom away from certain individuals. The research could be carried on only with DNA from his bloodline.
He had managed the chemical on his father's secret station after he and Gwen returned to the city. Despite everything Norman had ever done, Peter couldn't let him die in such a brutal and slow way, even if deep inside, he wanted him to.
If he had enough time to take care of Harry, maybe things would've been different.
"Are you sure this is going to work, Spider-Man?" The Doctor asked, standing behind Norman's chair and ready to place the syringe on his patient's arm. "He's willing to accept the injection, but I'm not too sure of it."
Spider-Man nodded. "He's going to die, maybe tomorrow, it's his choice." He kept his stared at Norman's cold eyes.
Norman spoke, "I should thank you, were not for your family, I would be long gone. I doubt we can stay from each other… you've grown in my eyes."
Peter didn't have the patience to play Norman's sick games. The doctor applied the liquid. Norman groaned slightly.
"Ah… you should have worked for Oscorp, but maybe you will eventually, once we get in touch again. We would achieve great wonders."
Spider-Man contained himself to not beat the crap out of Norman in front of everyone. He took a step forward and leaned in close to Norman's face, giving him a threatening stare through the mask's reflexive lenses.
"You won't ever get anywhere." He continued, "You are gonna rot here for a long, long time... and if you ever get out, I'm going to be the one who will find you… and prison won't be where you will be lying down."
Norman smiled, looking forward to the future.
September 23th - 2019
"I can't ever do this damn thing right!"
Peter sighed. He stood in front of the wardrobe's mirror, trying to adjust his work tie, something he was struggling for many minutes after they finished breakfast.
Gwen stepped out of the bathroom, carrying an open lipstick in her right hand.
She wore her dark blue and snug jeans together with her pink bra. She approached her husband, noticing his frustration.
"Let me help you with that." She closed the lipstick and threw it over their bed.
"Oh please, honey." He turned on his back so that he faced her.
Gwen gently grabbed his tie and began working in it, something apparently impossible for her him to accomplish by his own very hands. "You know, you still can't arrive in time for your job, even if it's your second month."
"Being a bio-scientist has its perks."
Gwen finally finished it. She looked up to his brown eyes. "But I'm sure that being late isn't one of them." She patted his toned chest, before turning around and opening her own part of the wardrobe to pick some blouse.
He approached Gwen from behind, wrapping both arms around her waist while resting a hand on the soft skin of her stomach. He kissed the spot behind her ear,
Gwen smiled. "I've been thinking," She now was the one struggling with something, to choose what blouse she would wear.
It's not like she had few options to began with.
"About what?" He drew soft circles over her stomach, with his thumb.
"Well... we quickly talked about this before, but-" Peter's phone rang from over the bed. She sighed heavily.
"Sorry." He unwrapped his arms around her and went to pick his phone from the stand. "Yes?"
"Parker...!" Jameson yelled as usual. Peter immediately moved the phone inches off his ear.
"Morning." He mocked once said ear was good enough.
"Where are you?" Jameson questioned. "Where are my pictures?!"
"What do you mean?" He scratched his head. "I'm working at Empire State University, I told you that I won't be available all the time."
"What? I don't remember that!" Jameson said aghast.
"You just remember what's in your wallet." Peter joked, checking his watch. "I have to go, ask Eddie for some pictures until then."
"Wait-"
Peter turned the call down and looked at Gwen who finally wore a white buttoned blouse. "You were going to say something, love?"
"Some other time, we need to go now." Gwen picked her purse and placed it around her shoulder before winking playfully.
Gwen and MJ were sat next to a rounded table at their favorite sushi restaurant for lunch. The area was already very crowded with people who were on their break and dead hungry.
After all, the city of New York never stopped and neither did its citizens.
Gwen couldn't help but glance through the window, there was a couple holding each hands of their little girl who was still learning to walk in the other side of the street, with the help of her parents.
"Gwen?"
For a moment, she envisioned her and Peter outside the restaurant and in the same spot where the family she observed could be found.
"Hey, Gwen?" MJ waved her hand in front of her friend's eyes who seemed to be in deep thoughts. She finally gained her attention back.
"Oh, sorry." She turned away from the window and smiled rather awkwardly.
"Where have you been?" MJ looked outside, trying to find what held her attention for quite some time.
"Got distracted." She grabbed the restaurant's menu and analyzed the selection of sushis.
"Care to share?" MJ inquired, softly.
Gwen shrugged her shoulders. "It's nothing."
"Pretty please...?" MJ begged.
She ... it's just that I saw that family outside and I thought about me and Peter… you know, if we… maybe ever have a child, how things would be like, like - am I even capable of being a mother someday?"
"Well, I think you would be a great parent - that's for sure, the same could be said about your husband." She smiled to herself.
"You really think so?"
MJ nodded, convinced. "Everyone likes you, you are like a mother to your youngest brother." She assured. "Aww… now I'm really excited to hold you and Peter's little baby!"
Gwen giggled and raised her hands. "Woah! Let's calm down, I'm just saying."
As happy as the thought was, she knew it wasn't that easy. Peter is genetically different, they would have to be careful while planning everything to avoid any possible complications - if Peter really wanted to have their baby.
"Seriously, what's the first name that comes into your mind?" MJ asked, supporting her head with both hands.
"Well, he mentioned this beautiful name some time ago, Elizabeth, if it's a girl, but I would just tease him and say it's my pick." She chuckled. "He loves the name, it's something related to his mother."
"That's lovely!" MJ said, "What if-"
Gwen interrupted her, "Mary Jane..."
"What?" She laughed. "You got me excited!"
The waiter approached the table where they were sat and handed the plates and juices to the customers. "Anything else I can help with?"
Gwen picked the two sticks and looked up to the waiter. "That's enough, thank you."
"My pleasure." He professionally replied, walking away to check on the new clients.
"Anyway, thanks for saying these kind words."
"No problem, gorgeous." She nodded, contently.
Gwen was someone MJ cared the most, someone she hadn't for many years, and she wouldn't trade such friendship for anything.
"You're going to promise me, that you're going to be a good boy from now on."
Spider-Man demanded to the robber who he had webbed against some rooftop's entrance. The boy tried to assault a lady back in the street. "Or else I'm going to bring you to the cops since you still are kinda… young." He crawled above the robber, in the door.
"I won't promise anything." The 17 years - old boy wearing simple clothes replied, cockily.
"Hmm... you know, Spiders have this old habit of sucking the blood out of their prey, after they are trapped… like you." Spider-Man approached the teenager and slowly lifted his mask to reveal his mouth.
"Y-You… you won't do it...!" He stated, panicking as Spider-Man leaned his head towards his neck.
"I'm kinda hungry right now so..." Spider-Man continued, holding himself to not fall laughing into the floor by the silliness of the whole situation.
"No -no! I will be a good boy, Mr Spider-Man!" The rebel teenager closed his eyes, fearing the bite. "I just had to do this…"
Spider-Man stopped from slowly approach him and pulled his mask down, covering his face again. "Hey..." He landed on the floor and started to remove the webbing that was trapping him. "I was kidding, I won't ever hurt you like you imagine."
He sat down in the floor and against the door, before burying his head over his knees.
Spider-Man crouched. "Look, I can see you didn't do that because you wanted, but because you needed... you and others teenagers are the future of this world, don't ever do bad things no matter how bad things can look." He patted his shoulder. "Use your talents for the greater good, that's what a very important person taught me when I had your age. Study, discover what you can do best, build bridges, trail your own path."
Spider-Man decided it would be better to try and place the boy in the right path instead of just giving him to the cops, something that wouldn't really help him.
He had the power of making the world a better place to live, without drastic actions, but sometimes... just words.
The Shops at Columbus Circle - Manhattan
After meeting with MJ and finishing her duties at her job, Gwen went to the local mall and started to search for the incoming Christmas gifts for her family.
Peter was busy at the Daily Bugle.
She was rather surprised her husband still managed to have two jobs at the same time or even three if counting the web-slinging one.
Wearing a gray coat pink and dark blue jeans, Gwen approached the showcase of a toy store that was full of Spider-Man toys, bed covers and even baby diapers.
She was amused how much her husband's alter ego was so popular after all these years. She couldn't be more proud of his accomplishments. Years ago, she would never guess she would fall in love with the man that wears a certain blue and red spandex.
But that wasn't the thing Gwen loved the most about him; his personality, responsibility and awkwardness played a big factor when they were in high school, his sense of heroism was just a bonus.
"Hey, beautiful." Peter greeted from behind. He snaked both arms around her waist and leaned his head over her shoulder, kissing the delicate skin of her cheek, feeling her soft scent. "Found anything?
Gwen looked up and softly kissed his lips, before replying, "All I can see is Spider-Man stuff.
Peter caressed her stomach and glanced the showcase, realizing his influence over the economy. "Oh well... maybe I should copyright Spider-Man." He joked, aware that there's no way of doing that without compromising his secret identity, not that he wanted, though. "Simon would like one of those toys."
"He sure will." Gwen agreed, unable to take her eyes off Peter. "Did you have a good day?" She asked as they started to walk together, wrapped in each other arms.
"Pretty calm, we're this new project on the office about bio-fusion… and placing this kid on the right path." He explained, enjoying the closeness and the relaxing heat of their bodies brushing against each other.
"Troubled teenager?"
"Something like that, he robbed this lady… not because he wanted to, but because be needed, so instead of giving him to the cops, I decided to show him that things won't ever fix themselves in they way he wanted." Peter clarified.
"That's actually quite the win," She kissed his cheek. "I'm proud of you."
Peter smiled, her recognition always meant everything to him. "Thanks, one less potential criminal out there, at least I hope so."
Gwen leaned against Peter's left shoulder and asked, "Do you want to look for a new suit? I'm sure you will need more than one with your new job."
"That would be a great a idea." He agreed.
They entered a rather exquisite store with suits of all colors and materials. Gwen went to the stand that contained more professional clothes with Peter closely behind her. He was completely lost about what to choose, leaving the task to his wife who enjoyed being responsible for the choice.
"Okay, Peter." Gwen grabbed a dark set and placed over his chest, figuring if it would fit his strong physique. "Yep, this one is good, go try it."
He picked the set from her hands and gave Gwen a quick peck on the lips and walked away.
Deciding to keep looking for more suits that could combine with her husband, Gwen turned back to the stand and eyed some new sets.
What she didn't expect is someone from behind getting her attention before she could do anything
"Excuse me, ma'am."
Gwen turned on her feet and spotted the very young man, maybe a bit younger than her, wearing military clothes. She never had met him, but Gwen soon figured what it was about. "What can I help you with?"
"Um… well, as you can see, I'm from this wonderful country and I could be deployed to Afghanistan at any moment." He began as his friends from a distance away at the store's entrance door could be seen holding themselves from not laughing their way into the ground.
She remained serious. "And?"
"So… erm, maybe you could go on a date with me? You're beautiful and-"
"Hey Gwen, how do I look-" Peter approached her, wearing the black suit she gave him before. "Who's your friend?" He asked, confused.
"You're looking great." Gwen replied and leaned up, wrapping both arms around his neck and passionately kissing his lips.
They young man's face was now similar to a total red tomato as he experienced the super awkward situation.
"I-I… I gotta go." He quickly walked away.
Peter broke the loving kiss and glanced the group that were now leaving the store while mocking their friend. "Who's that?"
"Just a silly young boy." Gwen replied, with a cocky smile. "You look amazing." She patted his chest.
"Yeah, I think it's great too, I mean- they are all great for me, there isn't really any difference."
"Not that you would notice them, baby." Gwen gently grabbed his hand and walked them to the register so that they could buy the piece.
When the movie they watched on the theaters eventually rolled credits, the pair headed towards home with their new car. They were now alone in the elevator that ascended to their floor.
Peter embraced Gwen from behind Gwen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly began kissing her neck, causing Gwen to giggle due to the soft touch that made her spine shiver.
She was held one bag containing some gifts they had bought.
"Still impatient I see." Gwen teased, keeping an eye in the elevator's panel.
"I'm fully recovered." Peter whispered. "And ready for duty, all kinds of duty."
Gwen shook her head. "You know you aren't."
"Yes, I am." He insisted.
She laughed. "Of course, stubborn as ever."
"Back at the store, that was brutal." He slipped a hand underneath her coat and blouse.
"He needed a lesson." She quipped.
"You're evil." Peter gently bite her ear.
The doors opened with Gwen quickly getting off his grip, receiving a discontent moan from Peter. She opened the door with the keys and saw Ren already sleeping on the couch. She closed the door and placed her purse and bag over the counter and gently moved her coat into hanger.
Gwen turned to Peter, he had his arms crossed and with that look on his eyes of someone who had everything planned.
"What are you thinking about?" Gwen asked, approaching him.
"Ways to persuade you." He nodded.
"Oh... such a planne you are." She winked, wrapping both arms around his neck. "You know, I haven't really properly rewarded you for concluding college."
"That you haven't." Peter leaned closer and slowly meet her sweet lips and tongue, he cupped her cheek as the kiss started to get more passionately with each second that passed.
Gwen broke away from him, rather reluctantly, and took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom, she wouldn't tease him anymore, she desired him for quite some days now, and so did he.
Peter fastly jumped onto the bed, taking his shirt off, and began to remove his shoes. Gwen threw all her weight on one hip, putting on a smouldering gaze, and attracting Peter's eyes once more. He surveyed her in that pink blouse, though he was already undressing her in his mind.
"Peter, I know what you're doing," Gwen winked at him. "But hold on for a minute, I'll change into something...different."
She gave him another wink before heading into the bathroom, giving him a sway of the hips before closing the door. Peter stripped off his jeans, casting it onto the ground next to the bed. He sat on the bed as he waited for Gwen to come out of the bathroom. She came out after a few minutes, and he got a hell of a surprise.
"Holy gosh..." He paused. "Was it always that tight?"
Gwen was wearing his first Spider-Man suit minus the mask. It clung to her every curve, tight on every inch of her skin. His eyes travelled from up her long slender legs to her hips and getting to close to her...
"Peter! Should you really stare at a lady's...VIP zone… like that?" He looked up to the source of the teasing voice. "It's really not very gentleman like."
"Oh, I'm so, so very sorry, Mrs Parker." Peter's eyes remained locked to Gwen's as she began to slowly crawl onto the bed towards him. "You're just gorgeous, and… perfect." He gulped.
"Oh?" Gwen pushed his body down onto the pillows, climbing on top of him. "I am."
"I know right." Peter's eyes roamed her torso as he rubbed his hands along her hips after she ground her hips against his own.
She teased, "Now - now, do you need some assistance, officer?" He nodded.
They kissed once more for a couple of frenzied sections, that was their moment and they would enjoy every single second of it.
Gwen placed a hand up to the top of the suit zip, pulling it down a couple of inches to tease him before leaning forward to catch him in a passionate lip lock. She straightened up again, pulling the zip all the way down to reveal her chest to him in a rather flamboyant red bra – one that he had never seen before.
Peter was already losing it. "My... god - you need to take this suit off now!" He ordered, crazy to love her for the rest of the night.
She replied huskily, "Aye aye, officer."