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Warning: This will have eventual incredibly OP!Spider-man through a unique Sacred Gear
Note: In text I will be using Western naming convention, in speech it will be Asian. I am doing this because the majority of the time they will be speaking Japanese. It's only polite to use the conventions of the people you are speaking with. Measurements and weights will be in imperial.
Legend: "Speech" 'Thought' (Telepathy) ~Radio/Communicator~ [Sacred Gear] {Magic Item} *Technique*
I got a Job!
"Well, this is… nice." Peter Parker had to moderate what he really wanted to say as he looked around the laboratory. 'I knew this world was a bit backwards by my standards, but damn. I'm going to spend a few years just getting things to snuff.' Thankfully his guide, a Dr. Sahashi, was too absorbed with showing off the State of the Art facilities to note that Peter had been less than impressed.
"Yes, nothing but the best for researchers associated with Kuoh Institute of Technology and Science, Parker-hakase" Hiroto Sahashi was of average height with spiky salt and pepper hair and charcoal eyes behind the rectangle lenses of his glasses. He was dressed rather conservatively in a simple grey business suit. "You are much younger than we normally recruit, but the board was adamant that we do so once they read your thesis on Hyper-strength Polymer Adhesives. I myself found it quite fascinating that you are capable of producing such a material, even if it does degrade in strength over time. As it is, that formula has a great number of uses."
"Possibly, but I have moved on to other projects, Sahashi-hakase." Peter stated simply. "Currently I am working on a molecular construct that rests on the Angstrom border. If I perfect it, the material should revolutionize protective clothing as well as data storage. I might have also stumbled on the formula for an alloy that should be practically indestructible. However if you are interested in an adhesive, I do have a different formula that is not quite as strong, but it is permanent until the counteragent is applied."
"And how soon can you have any of these ready for testing?" Hiroto was genuinely curious. The University was hiring Parker simply for some of the Grants they could attract. The sixteen year old genius was quite simply one of the most brilliant minds in the world when it came to Chemistry and Biochemistry. If KIT&S could have the rights to a few patents through employing Dr. Parker then that was all the better.
"With a lab like this? A few weeks for all three." Peter said as he looked around. "So we will need to negotiate patent rights. I would like seventy-five percent control over all patents produced from my research. The remaining twenty-five can be split in any manner the University deems appropriate."
"Hmm…. You can have thirty percent control." Hiroto countered. "After all without this equipment and funding you won't be able to produce your formulas as quickly."
"I produced the formula in my thesis on the budget of a teenager's allowance in a lower middleclass home." Peter smirked as he saw the man blanch. He knew from experience even providing the chemical formula for his webbing, that some of the smartest humans in his world couldn't reverse engineer the process of synthesizing the formula. Reed and Tony both had been slamming their heads on the wall in frustration over the failures in that regard. If they couldn't do it, then there was little chance anyone on this Earth could. At least among the humans, he wouldn't put it past Ajuka to be capable of it. "While I would prefer to work with the University, we both know certain chemical companies would bend over backwards for as much of the pie as I am offering."
"Forty percent?" Hiroto offered as quickly and watched in horror as the sixteen year old started out the door. "Fifty? Sixty percent and we increase your budget by twenty-five percent."
"Sold, as soon as you have the contract drafted I will be here with my lawyer to sign." Peter smiled widely. It felt really good to be in the position of power for once in a negotiation. "Now, from what I understand according to the University charter, I have to teach a class or mentor a club to be part of the staff. I would like to mentor the Occult Research Club in the Kuoh Academy. I already have a close relationship with the Gremory family."
"That's acceptable." Hiroto nodded. "Provided the club accepts you as their Advisor."
"Gremory-sama already asked me to make it a part of my employment conditions." Peter supplied with a smile. "Given the sensitive nature of the projects I will be taking on I do wish to have control of hiring Lab Assistants and Interns. I am not above taking recommendations, but I won't be forced to work with anyone simply because they know the right people. In return if I make substantial improvement to any of the equipment I will provide blueprints for the modifications so the University can produce them for the other labs."
"I can modify the basic contract for that, Parker-hakase." Hiroto nodded along. It was a very common concession for Research Scientists hired by any University. Geniuses tended to be temperamental and it was always best to allow them as much room as was prudent. "You will be asked to sign agreements that you will not perform any research or register any patents without the aid of the University during your employment. The university would also like to have a say in all publication of your papers and in any interviews and seminars you give."
"That's a given, the same rights as per the patents." Peter nodded. "I will also sign the standard NDA's concerning any research that I assist other labs in."
"Thank you. That was my next concern in the negotiations." Hiroto chuckled as he pushed up his glasses. "I will warn you that the University will monitor your social media as a precaution. Image is everything here in Japan."
"I expected as much. I will provide access to all my social media that bears my name and refer to my degrees." Peter nodded. "Until now I really haven't had time for any posting. I've been too busy with all the work attaining my degrees."
"Understandable, a little hard work now and more leisure later is smart move for anyone." Hiroto chuckled. "To be honest despite having a Facebook account for over a decade I haven't posted very much at all. It's actually a sore spot with my wife and daughter. Luckily, my son is more laid back about it."
Peter had to bite his tongue to keep from replying that he'd seen similar behavior. If it wasn't for Sue, Reed's wall would have been blank for years. The super genius only recently discovered the joy of sharing some of his less secret accomplishments. Though he supposed it was better than Arana and her constant Twitter updates as she was crime-fighting.
"The University also has a policy against Student-Teacher relations, but you won't need to worry about that as you are not teaching any classes." Hiroto continued on, changing the subject. "There is no policy regarding fraternization between the staff. It was attempted, but quickly dismissed as it hindered several projects after it broke up couples that worked surprisingly well together."
"I see." Peter nodded pretending to be enlightened by that. After seeing how several scientist couples worked well together, he could believe the reason for the change in policy. "Well, to be fair it wouldn't have become an issue with me, unless you have some cougars on staff."
"If we do I am blissfully ignorant of them." Hiroto chuckled. "Takami-chan would likely kill me with her manly strength for even looking at other women in such a way."
Peter Parker was in a pretty good mood as he exited the University Campus after the negotiations. A job in the labs would give him some financial independence as well access to equipment he'd need to produce his webbing for a fraction of the cost it normally took. It would also let him more easily craft the wall-crawling gloves and boots for Koneko and Kiba. Most importantly it would stop any plans to make him attend high school again. He doubted Rias would be that cruel to him, but he wouldn't put it past her brother to think it would be a fun idea. So avoiding the fate of being thrust into that seething pit of hormones was a blessing.
Peter has been some immersed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed he was being followed. His tail had followed him through the A&W restaurant, watching him enjoy a footlong coney-dog, chili-cheese fries, and large root beer freeze. They had carefully shadowed him in the Manga Shop without Peter noticing. It wasn't until Peter was in a back alley contemplating a little evening web-swinging that he noticed he had a stalker.
"You know some people might think you were up to something nefarious if you followed them into a blind alley." Peter called out as he turned to face exactly where his stalker was hiding in the shadows. "You might as well come out. I know right where you are."
"Well isn't this interesting. You finally noticed me. I was beginning to think you were oblivious." An amused masculine voice responded as the speaker stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, well over six feet, but it was hard to tell what his build was with his body covered a trench coat. Shoulder length black draped down from under his fedora, and his face was hidden until he stepped into the light. He was definitely a middle aged occidental man with sharp features and dark blue eyes. "The name is Dohnaseek and I have to wonder what a young Devil is doing wandering around here?"
"Devil?" Peter's first instinct was to cast doubt on the conclusions the man had come to. His *Spider-Sense* was tingling telling him there was the possibility of a threat. "Is that some sort of gang thing? Devils is hardly an imaginative name for a gang. Did the founder think Hell's Angels was too verbose? Or couldn't they afford an adjective for the embroidered jackets?"
"Well, well, well. Could it be that I have found a Stray?" Dohnaseek sounded hopeful as he stepped further into the light. "Well you aren't attempting to summon your Master, so it's only logical you're a Stray Devil."
"Actually, it would be logical to assume I was just a normal guy." Peter countered. "I mean only crazy people would immediately assume someone is a devil because they can't summon their King."
"You know, until that slip at the end, I might have believed you."Dohnaseek chuckled darkly as he released his four black feathered wings. "A normal human wouldn't know of the {Evil Pieces}. I just thought I would let you know what your mistake was before I kill you."
"I guess I just can't escape Parker Luck no matter what I do." Peter shook his head even as he was surreptitiously slipping his shoes off so he could use his powers more easily. "This is the first good day I have had in months and you just had to fuck it all up. I am sure I got the University job and now some cheap Archangel knockoff is giving me pointers on lying. I mean I know I am bad at it, but aren't you supposed be telling me not to lie at all. Did you skip that class in training? And your death threats need a bit more work. Seriously, I've heard better from D-listers like Leap Frog."
"I was going to just kill you quickly." Dohnaseek growled as he trembled in rage. Extending his right out to the side, he forms a blue *Light Spear*. "Now, I am going to torture you for hours before I allow you die." Without any further ceremony, Dohnaseek hurled the jagged missile of light at Peter.
Peter didn't really need his *Spider-sense* to dodge the incoming *Light Spear*. He simply bent backwards in a manner reminiscent of Neo from the Matrix. At the same time he fired a pair of web-lines bracketing Dohnaseek. After the deadly projectile harmless passed him he leapt backwards before pulling hard in on the lines. Peter's winged assailant didn't even get the time to gawk before a pair of feet were buried into his gut with stupendous force. Dohnaseek tumbled ass over tea kettle twenty feet before he hit a reinforced cinderblock wall bringing him to a dead stop. The impact had created a spider-web crack surrounding the man. Peter for his part had sprung off Dohnaseek, flipped in the air before landing on his feet and left hand.
"Actually, if that was you best move, you're far more likely to wind up in traction." Peter smirked. "But feel free to attempt to prove me wrong. I have some frustrations to work out."
"You have some mildly impressive skills, but don't think they will save you, Devil Scum." Dohnaseek seethed as he stepped away from where he impacted the wall. Raising his hand he created a blinding white sigil in the air before him. A moment later it spit out dozens of *Light Darts* each the size of the infamous Lawn Darts. "Dodge this!"
Peter's *Spider-Sense* screamed in his head and time seemed to slow to a crawl. The first two darts were easily evaded by leaning his body to the right, but then he had to leap into the air. Once airborne Peter had to twist, flip, perform the splits and even at one point land on one hand before flinging himself back into the air. It looked like a perfectly choreographed acrobatics routine until the very end when one of the *Light Darts* had sunk into his left shoulder.
"GAH!" Peter screamed out as the burning hot missile sunk into his flesh. He'd taken a number of injuries in his life including more than on impalement. The *Light Dart* felt like it was made of fire and acid rolled into one.
"Hurts, doesn't it. Light is one of the weaknesses of your kind." Dohnaseek gloated a bit. While he hoped for more of the darts to strike, one was all that was needed. Light Poisoning substantially weakened Devils even in small doses.
'Not as sweet as from the Priestess, but that Light is still delicious.' Ungoliant's voice echoed in peter's head. 'Quickly grab the shaft before the Light poisons your body. I cannot drink that much light without using the weapons I gave you.'
"Well it certainly doesn't tickle." Peter spat out as he reached up and grabbed the *Light Dart* as he willed his finger claws to extend. For a split second it felt as if he'd wrapped his hand around a branding iron, but that sensation faded before pain could register. It wasn't hard to see why, the moment he'd grabbed *Light Dart* it had vanished. "But as you can see, I am not as weak to it as you'd wish."
"Hmm, well it would seem that this won't be the easy slaughter I had hoped. A prolonged fight might just attract the wrong kind of attention." Dohnaseek shook his head. "I will take my leave then. I will kill you next time, Scum." Before Peter could even act, the winged man shot into the sky as fast as his four wings could carry him.
"Well… damn… that sucked." Peter grumbled as he used a little organic webbing to staunch the bleeding from his shoulder. After that was done he created a light parka of the webbing to hide his blood-soaked clothing.
"So how was your interview?" Rias Gremory asked as soon as she heard the ORC Clubroom door open. Koneko and Kiba were out on summons while Akeno was in the kitchen baking cookies. As for Rias, she was sitting at her desk just doing the last of her homework, more specifically her chemistry homework. Kuoh Academy assigned homework to be done over ever break, even in between school years. She would have been done with it sooner, but unlike Akeno, she had no talent in sciences. She was more gifted in politics and legal matters. That wasn't to say she was a dullard in the subject, but even her genius intellect was challenged by the AP science courses. She was barely able to understand when her Pawn and Queen started talking in depth about the hard sciences, and she was very aware that Peter was dumbing himself down by quite a bit.
"Interview was great. I had some coney dogs to celebrate and then did some window shopping." Peter explained as he slipped his shoes off. "Then some idiot in a trenchcoat tried to turn me into a pincushion… so I say my day has been pretty good by Parker standards." He groaned out that last word as he took off his Parka, jostling his injured shoulder and revealing that his sport coat and dress shirt were soaked in blood. "Think Akeno-chan would be up to getting me some juice, cookies, and a PBJ?"
"Oh Maou, you're hurt!" Rias had looked up at him just as Peter's groaned in pain. She wasn't quite aware of the fact she had literally vaulted over her desk in order to reach her Pawn's side faster. She moved his hands away from the wound his shoulder and with a spark of the *Power of Destruction* effortlessly destroyed the sport coat and shirt to reveal Peter's flesh. "What's this packed in the wound?"
"Organic webbing, it comes out sterile and it's an excellent coagulant." Peter said with a grimace as Rias prodded the wound gently. It certainly hurt more than a gunshot even with the *Light Dart* gone. "Not the worst wound I've ever taken, but it was definitely a bleeder."
"This isn't the worst you've had?" Rias grimaced as she examined the two inch diameter hole in Peter's shoulder. Even through the blood she saw the signs of mild Light Poisoning. "Akeno! Get me the First-Aid kit. We need to pull a {Blessed Bullet} out of Peter-kun!"
"He didn't have a gun." Peter corrected Rias even as he let the woman manhandle him into a chair. "This nothing on the time I had my eyeball plucked out and then eaten right in front of me. Or when I was crucified. Or turned into a spider. Or fell twenty stories to the pavement. Or…"
"Maou, just what kind of world are you from, Peter-kun?" Akeno had not taken more than a few second to retrieve the First-Aid kit and appear in main Clubroom. As a devil she naturally heard everything that had been said.
"If this wasn't caused by a {Blessed Bullet}, then why is there Light Poisoning?" Rias asked as she opened the First-Aid kit which more of a field surgery kit than one a simple kit. In moments she had a fresh scalpel and forceps in hand even as Akeno used alcohol swabs to clean and prep the wound. Even if there wasn't a bullet to remove she still need to remove the webbing before she could attempt to use magic.
"It was some bastardized version of plumbata made from light. Ungoliant-chan thought it was tasty." Peter responded with a slight chuckle. He would have shrugged, but he was doing his best to stay still for medical treatment. "As for my world, one where there is still a very active organization of Nazis trying to take over the world and they are considered a relatively minor threat in the grand scheme of things."
Rias wanted to ask more questions, but she had different priorities. With a whispered a spell to numb Peter's shoulder she went to work as soon saw the magic suffuse into him. While she didn't have a great deal of practice, she did have training with basic healing as did Akeno. With the blood-soaked webbing in the grip of the forceps, Rias cut into Peter's flesh in order to excise the necrotic flesh caused by the Light Poisoning. Devils didn't have to just worry about the Light slowly killing them, but also sepsis and gangrene which were accelerated by the Light. On the bright side removing the dead tissue was usually enough to take care of the issue.
"Peter-kun, did the man who did this to you have wings?" Akeno asked carefully. Seeing Peter nod she continued asking. "Were they white or black?"
"Black." Peter said as he tried to keep his breathing even as he talked. The spell on his shoulder only blocked the pain, so Peter could actually feel the scalpel cut his skin and muscles. To say it was a uniquely uncomfortable sensation was an understatement. "Four of them. Seemed really surprised I could even move with the dart and decided to flee. Of course he only broke out his dart spray spell after I dodged his spear and delivered a slingshot kick to his gut."
"A Fallen Angel, and a powerful one at that." Akeno observed. "Did you tell him you were a servant of the Gremory House?"
"Ah… no, I tried to deny I was devil at first because I thought he was just a mugger." Peter admitted with no small amount of chagrin. "Don't tell me I could have avoided the whole things by just letting him know that."
"You probably could have, Peter-kun." Akeno sighed. She opened her mouth to say more but there was a ding of a timer in the kitchen. "Oh… I better go save the cookies." With that Akeno dashed into to kitchen to make sure the latest batch of cookies didn't burn.
"There… I removed all the dead tissue." Rias said as he created a small sigil and summoned pure water to flush the wound out. She had already placed a towel to catch the bloody water. "You suffered surprisingly little damage from a *Light Dart*. With some healing magic this won't even take a few hours to heal."
"Oh, that's nice. Normally I would have probably still have been more than a little tender until dinner even if a night's sleep closed the wound." Peter nodded. "And I appreciate numbing the pain. That was beginning to drive me nuts."
"You suffered so little Light poisoning because I can consume some of the Light that was being forced into your body." Ungoliant said as the [Web of Life] manifested on Peter's chest. The metal was still vantablack but pulsed as soul of the great spider spoke. "If other Fallen Angels can provide such Light then perhaps you should consider hunting them down so I can feed and recover more of my strength."
"That would not be wise," Rias said as she packed away the First Aid kit. "If it got out a Devil was actively hunting Fallen Angels with the approval of their King, the Ceasefire could end. We do not need the Great War to resume."
If anyone actually lived within a quarter mile of the abandoned church at the edge of Kuoh town, they would have called police to report the horrific bone chilling screams that echoed in the night. For those who experienced the darkest of human depravity they would claim the screams were those of man being tortured to death. Anyone who approached the church would also hear something else.
"STOP IT! YOU'RE KILLING DADDY!" Mitelt screamed at Kalawarner as she struggled to escape the grip of Raynare. The small Fallen Angel had tears streaming down her face and she desperately fought to free herself. The problem was that while she was arguably the most magically powerful of the three, her smaller body was much physically weaker than her friends. "LET ME GO! WE HAVE TO GET HIM OUT OF THERE!"
Issei Hyoudou was indeed the source of the screaming. The teen was howling in agony so loudly that he could be heard even outside the energy chamber he'd been sealed inside. He had been doing so for the last fifteen minutes as his body was absorbing the strange radiation that served as a catalyst for the serum he'd been injected with. He had every right: a process that produced more dramatic growth that the entirety of puberty was painful, no matter how you sliced it.
"If we open that pod before the transformation is done, Issei-kun will die." Raynare was trying to keep her voice from cracking even tears were rolling down her cheeks. What had started out as a simple bit of manipulation had turned into actual affection far faster than she had imagined. "I know it's hard, Mitelt-chan, but we have to endure."
Kalawarner didn't trust herself to speak. Outwardly she was the calmest of the three, but that was just externally. A part of her was in agreement with Miltelt and was screaming at the rational part of her mind. Tears were gathering at the corners of her eyes, but she didn't dare cry as she needed to watch the gauges. Too little power and Issei could literally fall apart just minutes after the procedure. Too much and there could be another monster that would need to be put down by the Leader class… if they could. The last one had been a normal human with no Sacred Gear and it supposedly took Azazel himself to kill it. Kalawarner did not want to imagine such a being with the [Boosted Gear].
"Let me at least cast a spell to dull the pain." Mitelt begged as her struggles lessened. She knew she couldn't escape her friend's grasp but she still wanted to help Issei.
"NO!" Kalawarner snapped. "Any foreign magic or drugs could cause organ failure or a mutation! We just have to trust that Issei-kun will pull through. Once he does, he'll be better than ever."
"He better be." Raynare hissed out. "If he dies I might just revert to Raynare the Pyscho-bitch!"
Almost on cue the screaming came to end. If there hadn't been a heart monitor that alerted them to the fact that Issei's heartbeat was now holding at forty beats per minute, the trio of Fallen Angels might have thought he died.
"YES! He's stabilized!" the three girls shouted out in unison.
Raynare released Mitelt as the three of them had to work fast. In less than minute the Fallen Angels shut down the flow of the power to the radiation chamber, began the power-down procedure for the mystically powered generators, and triggered the chamber to release their shared lover.
"You know, I feel surprisingly good for how long I was screaming." Issei Hyoudou said as she stepped out of the now open pod. The transformation had been remarkable. He had gone in a fit but still scrawny teenager who was fairly tall for his Japanese heritage to a six foot four inch tall mass of rippling muscles that spoke of incredible power. Issei's new body was built for power without compromising speed or endurance. "So how do I look?"
"Is the drool apparent?" Raynare finally got her mouth to work after a minute.
"Alright give me a moment to get this straight in my head." Peter said before he took a sip of his orange juice. For the last half an hour he'd been listening to Rias and Akeno explain the situation with the Three Biblical Factions. Ungoliant had added in what little she knew considering that she predated the God of the Bible and was asleep most of the time since she became the [Web of Life]. "God didn't so much create the world as lead the other 'Creators' in restructuring the mess that had become of Earth and Arda. Lucifer, Beelzebub, Leviathan, and Asmodeus were originally one being, Satan, who was fractured into four parts when he challenged God and lost." Peter continued on after he saw the nods of their head. "God saw what he accidentally created and considered them his children. Not wanting them to be lonely he created the Angels. All was well and good until God began to favor humans over his creations."
"That's where I think some propaganda comes in. All the deities started doting on humans at that time, they were cultivating followers." Rias shrugged. "I mean while Gods are powerful on their own, prayers give them a lot of extra power to work with as even normal humans have some magical potential."
"Okay, so Lucifer created the Seventy Two Pillars of the Devil race using his wife Lilith and then waged war on God and the Angels." Peter continues on as he assimilated the new data. "It isn't long after that Angels begin to Fall from Grace because of their sins. A three way war develops because the Fallen Angels resent Heaven and want to take over the Underworld. The Devils are against God and don't feel like sacrificing their home to the Fallen. Meanwhile God is angry with Devils and Fallen Angels for turning their back on him. Am I getting this right?"
"God is also more than a little angry that we like to lead humans astray and to indulge in their Cardinal Sins." Akeno added in with a slight giggle. "A deity receives power from anyone who prays to them, but that power depends on how much Faith the person has and how closely they follow the dogma of the deity. Now making deals with Devils removes both the number of prayers and how much a person follows the dogma."
"Well, that would explain his anger." Peter shook his head. "So the Three Factions were at war for thousands of years, but you struck a ceasefire about seventy AD when the Original Four Great Satans were killed in a battle with God. Less than a hundred years later a thousand year long Devil Civil War started when the descendents of the Four Satans wanted to restart the war. And the other two Factions did…nothing?"
"Not exactly, the Fallen Angels and Devils both performed raids on the Old Satan Faction." Rias explained. "Not many and never in the Underworld, but any operation they had in the mortal world was crushed. Something the Anti-Satan faction didn't really suffer."
"Alright, that makes sense." Peter nodded. "So now there is a tenuous Ceasefire where the Three Factions are basically trying not to set off the powder-keg they are sitting on." He paused for a moment as he enjoyed one of Akeno's chocolate chip cookies. "These are as good as my Aunt May's, Akeno-chan." He said honestly before turning back to the conversation. "Well, there won't be any Fallen Angel hunting unless I catch them in a crime."
"But… but I am so hungry!" Ungoliant whined.
"Actually, as he attacked you without provocation, I give you permission to eliminate the Fallen Angel that did this to you if you encounter him again." Rias spoke up. She was completely serious. While normally she would want to hunt the Fallen down herself, she knew Peter could handle himself rather well after the spar. "That goes for any Fallen that attacks you without provocation."
"Thank you! You are now my favorite potential mate for my Little Spider!" Ungoliant cheered.
Peter face palmed so hard there was an echo of the slap of his hand on his face.
"This is getting to be a habit with you, Rias-sama." Peter sighed as once again he was little spoon in the bed. He'd even made a hammock with his webbing, but Rias had simply erased it with her powers. She then all but manhandled him into the bed. "And what did you do to my boxers?"
"They're in the hamper, Peter-kun. Just a little spell I developed for when I feel lazy." Rias giggled as she cuddled against Peter's muscular back. "Your Devil Power is not fully stabilized, Peter-kun. Atop that, you were wounded today. While the healing spells Akeno-chan used have helped you recover more quickly, I not taking the chance that any residual light poisoning causing complications. If it had taken only a single {Evil Piece} to reincarnate you, I would not be as apprehensive. You wouldn't want me to lose sleep worrying, would you?"
Peter let out a long sigh. 'How can I argue against explanations against that? She managed to combine logical thinking and emotional blackmail. Damn.' Trying to ignore the fact that this young woman, who was practically sex on legs, was pressed to his back, Peter folded like Victor every time he saw Doreen. "You're going to use that reason every time I go on patrol, aren't you?"
"It's like you already know me." Rias didn't bother to hide her amusement at all. Her tone quickly turned more serious. "Relax, it will just be sleeping."
"Well, that's good. I have been single less than a month." Peter chuckled. "I don't need to become the same sort of man-ho that Johnny is. I'd never hear the end of it."
"If you having sex with another woman after a month being single would make you a man-ho, what would I be if I had sex with you after only a month, most of that you being in a cocoon?" Rias asked in a falsely cheerful voice as her entire body glowed crimson.
Peter's *Spider-Sense* was blaring as if Galacta's father caught him ogling her ass. 'How did I put my foot that far in my mouth?' Peter swallowed. "A woman who knows what she wants and has enough confidence to go for it no matter what shallow minded people might think."
"Good answer." Rias's cheerful voice was no longer faked and the crimson aura faded. "Sweet dreams, Peter-kun."
"Yeah. Good night, Rias-sama." Peter let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been aware he'd been holding. 'That was close.'
Peter Parker was a marvelous mood. Sahashi-hakase had informed him that the contract had been written, he'd signed it after Rias read through it. She had actually reminded him of Jennifer with how she expertly explained everything. Now he was the staff with a salary of six million yen a year with a half a billion yen budget for his lab. More would be coming in as he filed his patents. Financially he'd be completely secure even as he was patenting some of formulas and advancements that had been created by friend and enemy alike. He wasn't particularly proud of that part, but he'd need to do it to bring science up to the point he could really start to work on his own research.
Thanks to being lost in his own thoughts and plans, Peter hadn't noticed the very tiny twinge in his *Spider-Sense*. To be fair it was less than he'd get from wanting to eat Flamin' Hot Cheetos, but he still missed it. The result is that he had literally walked into a young woman who ended up falling over. Peter's attention snapped to the present just in time to see a young novice nun being sent tumbling ending up in a position that she was showing the world her white cotton panties.
"Oh no… not again." The girl groaned cutely as she tried to right herself, but failed as her habit was wrapped around her. "If you are still there could I get a little help, please."
"Sure thing. It was my fault. I had my head in the clouds." Peter chuckled as he reached down and easily righted the girl, even detangling the habit so it was now covering her as it should. Peter was struck mute for a moment as he saw her .'This world really likes fucking with me in weird ways.' Peter couldn't help the uncharitable thought. 'I get the Rias and MJ resemblance due to MJ's deal when she was scarred as a kid, but now a Gwen look-a-like? There is a Higher Power messing with me, isn't there?' At first glance almost anyone who knew Gwen Stacy would mistake Asia for her, but a deeper look showed many differences but subtle and obvious. First was the age and height: the girl in front of him could not be more sixteen and good four inches shorter than Gwen had been. Second was the hair and eye: Asia's hair was a brighter gold blonde and hung down her thighs and her eyes were a lovely green. Finally, Asia looked far too innocent and pure by half. Peter was half expecting the girl to have a halo she gave off the vibe of that level of purity.
"It's so nice to find someone who speaks Italian here in Japan. My name is Asia Argento… or is Argento Asia over here?" Asia beamed up at her rescuer clearly unaware of the thought processes going on in his head.
"Sorry, I am Parker Peter if you use the local customs." Peter said after a moment, thankfully it wasn't long enough to be considered weird. "So, are you alright? I didn't accidentally hurt you, did I?"
"Oh, I am just fine, Peter-san. I fall all the time." Asia waved off that worry. "But I could use some help. I am lost. Could you help me… please?"