"Good evening Mr. Parker. The night been treating you well?"
The person speaking is the girl next door. Wait scratch that the literal last person to be calling girl is my neighbor. Her name is Diana Prince but you may know her as Wonder Woman, Now I feel my wife MJ is a walking goddess. I only have eyes for her. And I'm not gonna say but after that sentence. Although I have eyes and I can honestly say Diana could give any woman that was real or fictional a run for their money. And she'd probably steal it. What? I have eyes! If I can hear MJ say she'd fuck Chris Hemsworth and Will Smith at the same time I'm entitled to appreciate the female form still. Doesn't mean I'm going to ogle or disrespect a woman by looking where my eyes don't belong. Aunt May and Uncle Ben taught me better than that.
"Good evening to you too Ms. Prince. Here let me take that." I reply as kindly as I can and then start taking her bag out of her hands.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid, did you seriously just say that to Wonder Woman Pete. She's like Beyonce. It's like if you looked in a dictionary to find out the definition of a Ms. Independent you'd see a picture of her and Beyonce. I mean Diana's heritage is that of Amazons. As in the ones from myths. And to boot she's a princess among them. And you've been to their island, the way you think a princess should be treated is blown up with a pumpkin bomb there.'
That was just another layer to how intimidating Diana as an existence was. Diana's age alone should tell you she's not something to trifle with. She's slightly older than the Roman empire. I know compared to some places in history that's not that old. But tell me you know anybody else that actually met Julius Caesar. I mean I've talked with him but that's thanks to Doc Strange anyway off topic.
The reason I know I've screwed up is the look on Diana's face. It's scrunched up and clearly forming a frown. Next comes the arms folded. Yeah I know that look. It's the same look MJ or Aunt May give me when I've messed up cause of my big mouth.
"I'm perfectly capable of handling things myself I don't need a man to take care of me." See I told you a Miss Independent personality type here. Ladies don't get offended guys like me dig that. Hell MJ makes more money than me. Well she had been till last year.
"Oh I didn't mean to insinuate- please forgive me Ms. Prince I-" Seriously Parker get it together.
Walking up to me she places her hands and arms around my neck. Well this is intimate. The only time a girl does this to me is when MJ wants... well use your imagination.
"Peter I'm just messing with you. You're a gentlemen. Your Aunt ,whom I've met by the way, taught you that way. Your just abiding by her teachings and that's a good thing. Besides you were closer to the chute, it was only practical that you dump the loads for me while you were at it."
She's staring into my eyes and I can't help but think about her heritage. She comes from gods and other legends. Things drilled into your brain since childhood. Things I've always considered above my station. I mean seriously she's royalty. I've never in my life thought someone royal would pay the slightest interest in me. But here she is thinking about my embarrassment just now.
In a fight ,even after getting my powers, I've never thought I'd stand a chance against a god. Yet a few days ago while I was practicing some of my newer fighting stances in the building's gym Diana ended up watching me. Keep in mind this is the first time we've ever been in the gym at the same time. After I was done sparring with my sister she came up to me.
(Flashback start Diana perspective)
"That was an impressive bout."
"Thank you Ms. Prince!" He smiled brilliantly at me however the first thing I noticed about him. His eyes never once looked down at my tits. Even Superman can't resist doing that. If Mr. Parker was datable he'd have scored so many points with me.
"Would you care to share some pointers?" I say as I get into my fighting stance. Now most people don't know this but my fighting background comes from the Roman empire as such it's more akin to wrestling and boxing from that era of history than Kung Fu or Karate. That said how many people do you think can out box me? Not counting my Mom or Aunts that is!
His sister spoke up after that. "Ahem. Big brother not gonna introduced me."
"Oh right sorry sis. This is my baby sister-"
"Little sister." She corrected.
"Right (chuckles) my sister Teresa. She volunteered to spar with me since not many people are well trained enough to keep up with me."
"Interesting. And how many fighting styles do you boast to say that you can't find worthy opponents outside of your sister." I ask just a tad curious at what I'm getting myself into. I also slip out of my stance and relax a bit.
"I wouldn't say she's worthy either." He half mumbled but changed his tone after his sister gave him a look.
"I wouldn't put it like that in the first place. It's more like... It's more like people generally can't stay in the ring with me for long. At least not when I go all out. As for the number let's see." As he spoke he counted out with his fingers.
"Luche Libre, Capoeira, Traditional Wrestling of all kinds really, recently a brand new style(the way of the spider), Jeet Kune Do, and Wing Chun. Well basically all Wushu if I'm being honest." When he finished he comically put out his six fingers to show me. It was like a little kid showing they could count. It made me laugh.
"So six even less if you count all of Wushu."
"That is pretty accomplished. Even so I'd still like to trade pointers with you." Something about this I just know is going to be fun. For once I'll be fighting not just as exercise to stay healthy or to save the world. For once I'll be using my skills just to have fun. I slip back into my stance.
"Very well Ms. Prince." With that he got into his fighting stance. He didn't really move all that much. He suddenly became very relaxed. He had his hands out with an open palms. It was kind of hypnotic. The way he was looking at me that is. I had never seen a fighter as relaxed as him. It was like he had all the time in the world to react to be so he wasn't bothering to get ready. He half smiled half smirked at me too. But not in an obnoxious way more of a... Hmm I don't know, maybe I know something that you don't kind of way.
"I'm not going to hold back Ms. Prince since I'm sure you can take my worst." He says while staring me right in my eyes.
"Yeah you're probably right. I can take any punishment you got so bring it." I taunt him. I know that sounded way less sexual in my head than the way I delivered it out loud.
"As much as I would love to stay and see this epic million dollar fight I gotta go. Bye Peter bro." His sister says as she grabs a nearby backpack and Gatorade. Afterwards she starts walking towards the exit.
Peter completely drops his stance to lean his head to the side before calling out to his sister with a response. "Bye Teresa."
After that I wait for him to drop back into his stance. Once he does I make my move. I go in for a grab but he just uses both of his forearms to force open my arms before he delivers a flurry of punches into my chest. Never once did his eyes leave mine. I hadn't expected that. I had clearly underestimated his speed as well.
"See this is why I don't like fighting girls. They have built in cushions." I heard him mutter.
After that initial confrontation I decide to focus on boxing him. I switch stances but dso does he. He starts jumping a bit on his feet. I assume to keep himself loose. Unlike the last one I recognize this style instantly. Yeah Wonder Woman has watched Bruce Lee movies! I know he mentioned Jeet kune do earlier but I didn't expect him to have it down this well. I move in for a strike and mid my strike I get a quick punch to my face. He moved from zero to strike faster than I could react. And I've caught the Flash mid run, sometimes...
After that I quickly figured him out. But his styles or rather the way he was using them was unorthodox to me. There was something oddly unfamiliar about the way he fought. No efforts were wasted. If bothered to move to strike it was going to have purchase each and every time. No matter what I did I couldn't touch him. He was like a brick wall, er rather a wall of something I can't break easily. I couldn't help but think that he was the total opposite of Spider-Man in that way. You can't hit that guy cause he'll never be where you're aiming. Plus he's so energetic that all of his moves are ,while very effective, they're also extremely flashy and distracting. I kinda think that was the point though. But Peter fought vastly different. Whatever I sent at him he just intercepted and made me pay for my efforts.
After the bout he offered to take me out to dinner since it was as fun for him as it was for me. I asked him if he wouldn't mind teaching me those styles of his. He said while he wasn't any kind of master himself he would be honored to. We ended up setting up an appointment and everything. So it was at dinner that I noticed it. His grace. The way he moved was beyond normal levels of grace. The way he walked, to the way he took my jacket from my shoulders, even the way he held out the chair for me was just so extremely full of grace. The way he moved was just beyond normal levels of smooth. I've met gods. I've been in the same room as father Zeus, Mother Hera, and Sister Aphrodite. None of which held a candle to the grace fluidity of Peter's motions.
(Present Peter's perspective.)
So yeah I've bested a goddess before. Although she doesn't know that I'm Spider-Man I obviously know her. So I guess nether of us can really count that sparring match but it does feel good to say.
I just notice now that she's got her arms around me ,I'm hard. When did that happen? No seriously I'm asking. Because... Aww shit now I can't remember why I wasn't supposed to get hard around other woman. Wait what other women? Whose the main woman?
While staring into her eyes I notice she's biting her lips. A girl I know but can't place gets that way too. She was a red head and when she gets like that it usually means she's wet. We both look down between us realizing what's going on with our bodies. My dick is preparing itself to enter into her. At the same time her pussy's preparing itself for my cock's invasion.
"And please, call me Diana." she says.
With that a floodgate opens as our lips crash together.
Fun fact: Marvel had officially stated at some points that Spider-Man is there most agile and graceful character. This includes beating out gods for the title. I don't know if he still holds grace but he is Marvel's most agile character.