(Awkward) Family Reunion Part 2

It was a quarter to noon. Peter had a feeling his afternoon was going to suck.

All the power, none of the responsibility? Complete bullshit. He was wearing something that belonged in the trash, instead it had been stuck in the bottom of his bag of memorabilia. Spare pair of shoes that didn't fit. Old toothbrush. Dried up webshooters. Picture of the Parker family. Nothing he used anymore.

Peter didn't think he could feel more stupid than stopping a crash with his body in the middle of the day, but swinging off to save a mutant girl from a fire while wearing a black mask with red eyepieces, a black tanktop sewed to a red bodysuit with black shoulders was a good contender of stupid things to do, and that's exactly what he was doing.

It won the gold because of the red spider on the chest and back. Took platinum with the mask. Made him want to laugh at himself because it barely fit anymore and looked more like it was painted on than spandex.

He didn't know why he put it on, just knew this was the last straw. His final good deed, his third strike. After this he was done with Houston. He was going to take his money and go Mexico. Maybe buy a beach. Sip margaritas with bartender girls that didn't look like MJ. Be a pain in a druglord's ass or something.

"Or after this will you finally get started? What's this really the last straw for?"

He ignored It. Took him less than five minutes to get to the HMC. If he felt like admitting it, it would be less than three. All he could think about was the girl, the nightmare he had. Officer Layton and Doctor Donald little more than burning corpses while the girl shacked up with arachnids as a last bid to lose her virginity on her deathbed.

Had he seen the future? What, was this a power of his now? What a shitty fucking thing to see if it was. He had enough issues already and adding premonitions of innocent people being murdered. This wasn't something he wanted, but really, when was the last time he ever got what he wanted? The night before? Should have known it was too good to be true.

And then he thought of Jessica. If he was dreaming of the future, somehow, well… he wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not.

There were at least fifty people stuck inside the HMC. The firefighters posted up outside and kept it from spreading but never managed to keep it down inside for long. The few that could get in didn't get out. Peter saw it all from a bird's eye view. Trapped in a breathless heat trap of a place.

He thought of the corpses at the dock. People he couldn't save, much less help, and launched himself from an opposing rooftop and slingshot into a window at random, hoping the fireball that broke out of it was the biggest problem he would have to face. His spider-sense ringing said it wasn't.

The glass sprinkled down around him as he hit the floor in a three point landing. His garbage homeless–made suit was already ripped and the window led to an on-fire hallway. He was probably fucked. Wished he had some sort of self-repairing suit.

"Dio."

He turned, hearing the thick accented voice of someone and his spider-sense started to ring. Peter looked him over and his spider-sense started to ring even more. Could have been the way the fire started to surround him while he scoped them, or the fact that the guy was nearly as big as he was and inked up like a pissed off tattoo artist got to him while he was passed out drunk. Or maybe it was the fact that his hands were on fire and he didn't seem to care. That was probably it.

"Another one?" Peter barely heard him. Long hippy hair, free the nipple body, ugly jeans ands and ugly ass tattoos. He was going to call him Burning Man for sure. "Who are you supposed to be? Escarlata araña?"

Peter didn't answer. Behind the mask his eyes scoped the room. He could see someone, the Doc, behind the Burning Man. Just his luck that his luck went to someone else so they could die horribly.

"Are you with- Look! Get him out of here! There are hundreds of patients still inside!" The doc managed to cough out. The world was burning around him and all he cared about were the people inside.

Peter thought of the people that had been inside the containers, packed like rotting fish. The doc's human decency was refreshing. He made sure to thank him. "Shut the fuck up and run!" He did.

With just the two of them, Peter connected the dots. The dream, the girl. The fire. This guy was after her, caused the fire. Didn't care about the lives of anyone. Not Layton, not the doc- where was Layton?

A pit settled in Peter's stomach. Layton had been a good person. All he wanted to do was help him and Peter was too late to help him, just like all the rest. Great conclusion, Parker.'

Peter crouched low, clenched and unclenched his fists so hard his knuckles cracked. Felt his eyes… do something. All he could see was red. Because of the eyepieces. The plan hadn't changed. Do something stupid, save people, and save the girl. He added kick this asshole's teeth in, out, and down his throat and solve everything to the list. For Layton.

"The girl," Peter growled, circling the burning man. "Where is she?"

He grinned. "You come for her?" he asked. Peter was thinking of ways to make fun of him and jokes to crack. He was thinking of the best way to break him. Make him scream his apologies. "Her champion? You?" Peter didn't know what he was talking about. "Araña escarlata? No… Hombre araña?"

Peter shifted. He knew the first hit he was getting was going to be his knee in the guy's kidney. "I've always wanted to fight a superhero."

Superheroes weren't planning to do to him what Peter was. "Bad news then."

"Bad news then!"

Something, someone, darted from the side and speared the Burning Man in the side, tackling him down the hallway and handspringing away just before he got up and roared, fire streaming out of his mouth, nose, and eye.

Peter vaguely recognized the voice but didn't need to. Her costume was enough. "Dance with the one who brought you, Gecko-face!"

Standing in the hallway the doc had run down was Jessica, in all her glory. Her costume was soaked, her hair was covered in white stuff. Webbing. It was almost enough to make Peter do a double-take.

"I mean really, I know we didn't have the best first date, but I promise to impress you this time! You're into girls, right? What's this guy got that I don't?" She looked around the pyro at Peter, and Peter realized she didn't even recognize him. "I dress better, I make better jokes! What can I do to make you see that I'm the one you want to kick your ass? Not some guy who belongs in a cosplay convention."

The Burning Man wasn't impressed, Peter could see it in his eyes. He was excited, amused. He thought this was fun, thought killing people, killing Layton was fun. He laughed and outstretched his arms and Peter saw red. "La panocha y la imitación! es mi día de suerte!"

Peter grew up in Queens, not Manhattan. He barely knew enough Spanish to say "Go fuck your mother," but this he understood. The guy was wrong. "Lucky day? We'll see about that."

Peter was on him in a second, blitzing him faster than he could see and a blur of black and red. Exactly as he promised his knee speared the Burning Man right in the kidney after he wrangled around his neck. Kept it fast and hard so he couldn't let another fire blast out. Jessica would get the girl and he'd the guy. He was straight, but he'd enjoy this.

The next thing he knew he was being yanked away. Twin thwips on his back had him halfway across the room before he fired off one of his own to bring down another red fist right in the Burning Man's face fast enough to rip some skin away.

Then someone pulled him around and tossed him back to the other end of the hallway. He really was seeing red right now because he almost charged at her. At Jessica. "Who the hell are you?!" She asked, then ducked to the side as a ball of fire sailed past her. Peter was moving already, jumped to the wall and ran on it to avoid it. "Another clone?! Come on!"

Peter was almost there, almost back again to bury the guy's face in the floor, when his spider-sense went off. Loudly. He was falling when the Burning Man spit a blood from his mouth and the rest inside… caught fire. "Dead man," he whispered. "Arana muerta."

Peter didn't care. He wasn't going to die before he got a few more hits in anyway. His knee fell right on the Burning Man's face and he twisted on instinct, moving faster than the fire could touch him to bend back and slam his head into the ground over and over again. He felt he was on fire but didn't stop. He saw red. Saw Layton, saw Ben, saw Gwen and George and everyone, and he didn't stop despite the screams.

Then he realized he was screaming. The fire had eaten away at his back, the scar from the carcrash had burst open and was soaking his suit in blood. A webline hit him square in the chest as he somersaulted to rip off the suit and then he was flying toward the window at the other end of the hallway, right where he came in.

Just before he went through another one snagged him and he took a hard right into a hallway that had working sprinklers. He acted on instinct and immediately made his way to one of them, dousing himself. The haze of red he saw was drowned out just like the fire.

"Itsy bitsy spider~" All Peter was thinking about was why he hadn't taken the fight down this hallway first. "You always have to make things harder for yourself," It said.

"Hombre araña?"

Peter turned, halfway in between ripping what remained of his suit apart to get as much water as possible. He ignored the pain and then ignored thoughts of Jessica because he heard, "Peter?"

It was the girl. Dressed in a hospital gown, barefoot and hair soaked to the scalp she looked like something out of a horror movie. All Peter could think about was that she was safe. He was glad she was safe, unlike Layton. And he hadn't managed to save either fucking one of them.

"You came," she said, looking up at him. She started to smile. Peter felt like throwing up.

He darted past her, back into the fight. "Not in time."

He got around the corner just to see Jessica put her foot in the guy's stomach, barely staggering him. Fire like snakes lashed out at her and then she was on fire. Peter gave her good turn one of its own and sent her down the waterway all while Itsy-Bitsy was playing in his head. Jessica was going too easy on him. He would be too hard on him.

Peter cracked his knuckles as the Burning Man stood straight and collected fire in his palms. His extreme was better. Hell, the flaming fuck would probably like it.

The Burning Man's voice was like fire. "Where is the girl, Escarlata araña?"

"Her?" he asked, thinking of Jessica and knowing he meant the telepath. He cracked his neck next. 'Round two.'

"And here I thought you were actually into guys. I'm all you need, Gecko-Boy."

The Burning Man opened his mouth and the entire hallway erupted in flame.

Eight months ago he had been about to turn 16 and a half. Life was better than it used to be. He wasn't bullied… as much. He had a house… that he had to sell pictures of himself to help keep up. He had a girlfriend… that broke up with him because he might get her killed. He had a friend that died.

Another girlfriend that wasn't afraid of dying. Their first serious date involved being hunted like animals on an island thousands of miles away from home. She was a great kisser. Her family could probably kill him if Jean Grey didn't put his mind in a fucking hedgehog or something beforehand.

Then he found out he had a clone. Shit went downhill from there. Zero to what-the-fuck real fast.

Now, if he had known he was going to spend the day falling out the window on after being on fire he would have stayed in bed. Watched another documentary on spiders. Jerked it to sticking it up Jessica's ass before going to sleep and dreaming about sticking it in her mouth and playing hide the sausage while she bent over and gave suggestions while all of his jizz ended up in his sheets.

But he didn't. His life kind of sucked that way.

The explosion chased after Peter as he jumped backward and out of the window. He was on fire and saw red again. Fired two weblines that dragged the Burning Man with him all that way until he hit a speedbump, the wall. That took Peter down at a right angle. He pressed himself to the wall, just avoiding the rush of snake-shaped fire before he pulled hard.

"Out came the fire and dried up all the rain~"

The Burning Man cartwheeled out of the window like a ragdoll. Peter yanked him back like a yoyo and slammed him in the chest, his fists meeting the tatted up face until they hit the ground.

The guy could take a hit and that was turning out to be very bad for him. He started to get up. Instead of wondering why he wouldn't "Stay down!"

Peter wrenched him by the hair and used him like a flail, hitting the ground and a flagpole with him before loosing him into a wall. And he still wasn't through. Neither of them were.

"You think you can kill me, Spider-Man?!" Burning Man screamed. "I was given fire by my God you worthless insect! Yours are dead! They will not save you from m- mmph!"

A heavy splat of webbing hit him square in the mouth, but it didn't come from Peter. He watched as Jessica descended from the window with far more grace than he had cared to do before landing in a crouch, coming up to his waist. She stared for a second and he was suddenly aware that the costume was really undersized.

She looked at him more, then looked up at him and waved. "They didn't have one in your size…?" She muttered. "Thanks for the save, big guy. You friendly? Habla inglo?"

Peter didn't know what to say to her. "You-"

"If you're not we can fight later, " she said, standing up. "Got webs, right? Know how to shoot them?"

Peter shook his head. "Webs versus fire – not the best matchup."

Jessica interlaced her fingers and pushed out her arms, cracking her knuckles. She started to stretch as the Burning Man started to smoulder and his hair started to catch fire. Kicked one of her legs up over her head in a perfect split. Peter could do that too, but… it looked better when she did it.

"Tell me about it. Webs – like, 10. Fire?" She looked him over, pat him on the back. "…Well you'll learn."

It was good to know, but he was still looking down at the wet, puffy mound that showed through her suit. He knew it wasn't the best time, as if there was ever a good one to crotch gaze her of all people, but he had been on fire earlier. "Hey, big guy, my eyes are up here. Don't be weird. We all come from the same place."

She still didn't have a clue. He actually managed to laugh. Seeing her was quickly turning out to be the best part of his day. "Good to see you too, Jess," he said. She was visibly caught off guard. He looked down again. "Really good to see you."

"Wh-"

"Araña escarlatas!" Both their heads snapped to the Burning Man. Peter didn't doubt Jessica's spider-sense made her look His sure as hell did.

He managed to tear off the webbing but it was warped around his hands like rubber and didn't seem to be doing a good job of melting. His face was bloody and Peter realized the webbing had torn out his beard. The blood caught fire. "Sangre araña. La Panocha araña. coño araña. I have had enough of you."

Peter could hear his and Jessica's voices at the same time. "Oh fuck."

The world erupted into flame. Probably said something about his priorities that the first thing he did was grab Jessica by her ass, put her face into his crotch and his into hers, and then jump.

"In case you were wondering, she won't eat you," It said.

Peter could hear the voice echo inside his mind, less like the girl's because it was there and almost physical. "Although you might just eat her. You've been wanting to do that for a while, right? Munch right down on her. Very cannibalistic of you. Incestuous. A cannibal and a sister fucker? You do have problems."

His wrists tingled from the amount of webbing that was fired from them. Jessica, quick thinker that she was, added her own into the mix. If the webbing was fire retardant like she said it was their best option. Their only one.

He wondered if she felt the same thing in her fingertips. He knew that she was feeling something else. They jumped together and spun, encasing themselves in a cocoon of webbing just before the fire roasted them alive. Peter had never let so much out before but it obviously wasn't affecting him negatively. Not with his hard cock jabbing Jessica in the neck.

Her pussy ground against his face while she spun. Wouldn't have been a problem because she unfortunately smelled like low tide, but the soft meat of her thighs squeezing around his head and the feeling of her ass on his face did him in. They had to act so fast neither had moved, only stuck out their arms, spun like their namesake while she screamed out a muffled noise of what-the-fuck, making every vibration went to his cock. She was too wet up top for him to know if she was getting anything from this like he was, but it was probably better for his sanity and morals not to know.

"You have my blessing, in case you were wondering," It said.

Peter groaned to himself just as Jessica groaned into his cock. She was saying something but he couldn't hear her and they both had the sense to keep still. Wrapped in a thick layer of webbing, the both of them were waiting until their spider-senses stopped ringing.

Peter heard footsteps and went rigid. Jessica heard them too and…. Started to writhe as he went rigid in her face. She moved her face around, no doubt to not get a face full of sibling-spider-dick, but never managed to get far enough. He felt kind of bad about that even though it felt… really fucking good. He almost wanted her to keep going. "Americans and their super heroes…"

Peter felt a shift in the webbing. Jessica was nodding. He nodded right back. Of course they'd have the same idea!

He ignored the shallow, wet pressure on his cock because they were packed tight and the fire made them break out into an instant sweat. He could feel it on her too, at the sides of his head and on his face where her sweaty thighs and soaked camel toe pressed tightly against him. Peter didn't give it a second thought.

'Three…' He counted down, sure she was doing the same.

"Killing the spiders was easy. Relics of a dying tribunal…"

'Two…'

"Hn? What is…."

'One!'

It sounded happy. "Out came the spider~"

Peter's hand ripped through every layer of webbing like paper and seized the Burning Man by his throat. Slammed him to the ground in less than a second and didn't let up until his eyes were swollen and black and blue. With every punch webbing erupted from his wrists almost with a mind of its own, wrapping around his beat form until it was up to his eyes. Peter ignored it, ignored the twisted version of 'Itsy-Bitsy' in his head. Kept punching, kept hitting when the smoldering dots of fire appeared in the webbing and kept hitting when they snuffed out.

He finally stopped and pulled away, heaving. "And the itsy bitsy spider comes out on top again…" He double tapped the bastard in the balls one last time. "That was for Layton."

He looked around for Jessica – hadn't seen her in the blitz – but only saw a crowd of people. Half-expected them to start jeering at him. They weren't, but it sure as hell wasn't cheering.

Wide eyed like they just saw a murder – good, he wasn't about to rip a hole open for the asshole to breathe – but why were they pointing at him with their phones out? His hand went to his mask, but it was on, so why-?

The wet pressure was still there for some reason, then something slithering. Peter heard a rip. Suddenly he lurched forward as the feeling of something hot and wet surrounded his… he looked down and saw Jessica. With his cock. In her mouth.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. She opened hers and his cock the length of her forearm came in spit-city while she knelt, on her knees, her mask pulled up and her hand cupping his balls so she could slurp on his cock like it was a popsicle in the Houston heat. Her other one was rubbing a friction fire between her legs while the long, fat thing jerked and throbbed on her tongue, while her tongue slathered it in spit like it was on fire.

The sound of her soaked pussy making everything click for him: she looked good like that, his cock in her mouth. Right. He already knew that from the dreams, but this was… something else. As his balls tightened, he felt Jessica nodding, moaning desperately and bobbing up and down on his fat cockhead. She knew exactly what she was doing and had no intent to stop even while the wet noise of her fingers rubbing her pussy into dust reached a fever pitch.

"Oh fffffu-!" He wasn't sure which one of them said it but he knew he had better not be fucking dreaming again. He came hard, not wanting to close his eyes if it meant waking up, and watched Jessica's cheeks balloon with every drop of the viscous goo that seemed to build up in his balls if it meant having her suck it all down. It coated her face, her chest, and her mask while she slathered it all up and grinned stupidly. He grinned back, beneath his mask, and ran his hand through her long, brown hair. She could pull it off far better than he could.

That was about the time he heard the cheering and the sound of photos snapping. The crowd was cheering. For him. While he cock sucked. By his clone. By his sister. It all sunk in and she kissed his tip and burped, and he knew it was all in her stomach. He came again because of that, coated her face with it. It covered her mask completely but she was the one cheering.

"Oh, fuck." Peter closed his eyes to pretend the shutter sound didn't exist while it deafened everything else. "…Houston."