Bonding Part 4

Eight Months ago.

The last few nights Peter slept at home. No, not home. Aunt May's house. Her home, not his. Not anymore. She was still in the hospital. Hadn't seen her yet. MJ was under house arrest. Hadn't seen her yet either. Didn't have the guts to look her in the eye after what she'd been through. Because of him.

He felt like an intruder in his own home because of that. Not his home, May's. And who could blame her? Everything that he brought into that house, every tragedy from Ben's death to George Stacy's to Gwen Stacy's… almost came full circle with May's. It had with his. He watchedhimself die. Twice. He was going to need so much therapy for that.

He hadn't spoken to anyone since... that girl version of him skipped town. Things passed in a blur after that. Came home- back to the house. May was gone, Fury's cleanup crew was clearing out. The lawn was fixed. Neighbors ushered back into their homes.

Fury was there at the end of it all. Peter snapped, told him to leave and never come back. His fault, he said. SHIELD's fault. But Peter wasn't their responsibility. His problems weren't. The problems he made weren't, they were all his. It wasn't SHIELD's fault that May suffered a heart attack, or that the thing that murdered Gwen Stacy came back to haunt them. It was all Peter. Realized that halfway through and Fury just gave him this look before he did leave.

Sue Storm herself had come around after that, dressed casual. Incognito. Sat him down and filled in the blanks of what happened to his 'father'. The clone that thought he was Richard Parker. He withered away and died on a rooftop.

Peter had barely said a thing after that. Managed to die three times in a single night. That was… that was great. Sue saw herself out.

He hadn't left the house since. A week or close to it had passed and May was still in the hospital. He was too scared to see her, too scared to make things worse. After that, mail piled up. Peter packed and repacked his bags again and again. Could still hear everything she said. Not welcome in her house. He hugged his dad then, thought he was alive, thought he still had family. The night was… going downhill, but hey, Gwen was back! Dad was back. Maybe Harry would come through the door.

And then it was all just taken away.

He left on a Saturday night. Ran through the motions, brushed his teeth, brushed his hair, showered. Looked outside, saw the lights from MJ's room. She called, he hadn't answered, couldn't. Anna Watson had her under lock and key, and for good reason. Who knew how many insane clones of Peter Parker were waiting in the rafters to snatch his ex-girlfriend up?

He left the suit behind. A costume, catalyst for problems, that was all it was. Brought the mask, the webshooters, for… he didn't know why. Maybe he'd need to play hero. That was rich.

From Queens he walked through the darkened streets for a bit. Weird, not unsettling. Could defend himself. Seemed he was the only person he could defend. Couldn't even do that right, though. Not when he'd been shot to death and impaled on a wall like a corpse-themed X-mas ornament, and faded to dust in downtown Manhattan rooftop.

Peter was already at the bottom of the barrel and took to the skyline, made his way up and across the rooftops where no one could see. Headed downtown where he told himself he'd go for the last couple of days but hadn't managed it. Sue had asked him to stop by, check in. Had that same look of pity that Fury did. He went over the excuses in his head. They'd understand. The last week had been crazy, couldn't blame him for having time to himself. Not after he died three times and found out there was a version of him with a labia instead of foreskin.

It wasn't until the Baxter Building came into view that he realized he was in Manhattan already. He remembered it had to be after midnight. Wondered if they expected him. If he was welcome or if he'd be a burden. The second one probably.

Peter remembered what happened the last time he had landed on the window of the 'building with the highest security on the planet'. He hung from an awning by web, absently splat the windows with webbing and watched it sizzle and bubble as it was electrocuted. It gave him an idea for grounded webbing that he could use but he wasn't in the mood for inventing things.

In his reflection he saw himself. Dressed in regular clothes—sweatpants and a t-shirt and jacket—with his mask and that was it. Left the costume on his bedroom floor.

Then he saw Johnny Storm. The youngest member of the Fantastic Four waved at him, caught fire, and sped to turn off the security measures and open the window. One did open and Peter squeezed through before opened all the way.

The inside of the Baxter Building was nice. Like someone mixed a laboratory with a rec room. He hadn't managed to scope it the last time he was around, carrying… himself, and all. With everything going on he forgot about the last clone—gave him a headache-and promptly made himself forget again. Another insane clone? MJ was so screwed.

"Hey man!" Johnny greeted. "What's going on, how ya been?" He caught fire. "Burning the midnight oil, eh?"

Peter smiled faintly at the joke. That was a polite way of asking 'How do you ever go back to normal life after finding out you have clones?' Peter supposed.

He took his mask off. Enough people knew his identity already. It felt good not wearing it, not being Spider-Man… he could get used to that. "Been… Y'know."

"Yeah," Johnny nodded. "Crazy stuff, right?"

"Right."

Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. "…We were on a living planet."

Scrounging up what good cheer he had, Peter managed to smile. "I don't know how to break this to you matchstick but… we're on a living planet right now."

Johnny shoved him. "No, come on! Seriously! Different ecosystem-"

"Solar system."

"-Galaxy or whatever. It talked!"

"It- a planet talked?"

"…I think it talked."

"Maybe the Native Americans were onto something," Peter sighed. "Or maybe you were smoking something."

"I'm always smokin', man," Johnny said proudly.

Talking planets, what was next? Genetic abominable chimeras that sucked the life out of people. Coming this fall. The last few days went through his head and wiped the smile off his face. "Well I… I fought vampires, so there's that."

"No freakin' way!" Johnny exclaimed, immediately believing him. After everything Peter wasn't sure how to deal with that kind of trust. "An actual freakin' vampire? Reed says they're fake! Well, the ones vulnerable to garlic and everything. "

"I said that they're a product of constantly changing stories, Johnny," a voice said. Reed walked in from one of the hallways. "Vampires do exist… in the scientific sense. Parasites. Hello, Peter."

'Yeah, I know about parasites. I'm one of them.' Peter waved.

"Yeah, well this guy fought one!" Johnny said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"More than one," he said.

"More than-"

"A few," Peter said tightly.

"No way."

Peter rubbed his neck at that and felt the scar tissue where the vampire's fangs had sunk into his neck just the week before. The bite hadn't completely healed and he wondered if it ever would. Still wondered if he'd wake up sucking blood from someone's neck too, but at least now it couldn't be the people he cared about. Ben was dead, Gwen was dead, Harry was dead. Aunt May was in the hospital, almost dead. MJ was… better off without him and Kitty could phase through him. He could still walk in sunlight though so that was nice.

"Holy crap!" Johnny shouted. "That's amazing!"

"It really kind of isn't," he sighed. "Friend of mine got bit and I... I was almost the reason he got turned into a vampire. Permanently."

"You can turn into a vampire? They don't just eat you or get born into it? Turn you into a ghoul?"

"…Ghoul?"

"I watched Vampire in Brooklynn," Johnny said proudly.

"Well you must be just the expert on all things Eddie Murphy then," Peter snipped.

"He used to sing, you know. I bought a record of his."

Peter shook his head. Didn't even have enough money to buy new clothes for the most part. "…Well, you can turn into- I can't apparently, but-" he swallowed. "What kind of movies have you been watching?"

"Underworld, man!"

"I've seen that. Cute girl, leather. She wasn't born a vampire."

"…Well I think you're wrong. Probably only read the book anyway. Nerd."

"Did you spend the entire movie looking at her butt?"

"You didn't? It's a good butt."

"What I did isn't important," Peter said. A genuine smile started to form on his face. "…There is no book."

"Sure there is. You would know. Nerd."

He couldn't stop himself from grinning. "I wish I had the last ten seconds of my life back because of you."

Johnny nodded. "You're welcome!"

As he laughed, Reed stepped forward, wearing a labcoat like a bathrobe. Peter could see him doing something like that. "You say you were bitten by an actual vampire?" He asked. "Not some person who just believed they were a vampire?"

"They wiped the floor with me, so-"

"That could simply mean they were stronger and faster than you. Curious that they could be both—your particular set of abilities is quite favorable… but that doesn't make them vampires." Peter pointed at his neck, not sure if he should be flattered or annoyed. "Delusional," Reed said clinically. "Believing themselves to be vampires they could have bitten you. Psychosomatic."

"I can heal from a gunshot wound in less than 24 hours. Getting bit on the neck by a random person wouldn't make this happen. They turned into smoke and wolves, Reed! And bats. Old timey vampire lore!" Peter snapped, surprising him. "They bit me, bit my friend, then they spat my blood out like it was poison! …Then they kicked my ass."

Johnny put a consoling hand on his shoulder. "Ouch. Bit and beat by a glitter monster. Sorry, man…" He was right. All Peter could do was laugh at himself.

"What is all this noise?" The one feminine voice he knew of said and Peter stiffened.

Sue Storm walked from the same place Reed had. Maybe the bedroom. Reed was a lucky enough guy. Smooth digs, government backing. Swanky. Peter wasn't jealous. But Reed's girl could make forcefields small enough that they could probably isolate bacteria. The sheer potential for her power's application was amazing. Reed didn't need his clone to try to protect her and turn her into a furry. No one was a threat to Sue Storm.

She noticed him. He felt like a squirrel, frozen stiff. "Oh… hi Peter," she waved at him with an odd look on her face. Peter wondered if she was seeing his dead clone that thought that he was his own father. Sure knew that seeing another blonde had made him think of Gwen and the monster with her face.

"Hey… Sue. Sorry it took me so long to… stop by. And so late. Thanks for your help with everything." he said. Almost said with his father, but he caught himself.

Sue gave him that look again. Peter wanted to crawl into a hole. "Peter, it's no problem. We're happy to have you at any time." He doubted that at the moment.

"Sue! Peter says he was bitten by a vampire!" Johnny exclaimed. "He's got the neck things! It's legit!"

"Bite marks," Peter corrected.

Sue raised her eyebrows, already more accepting of that. She walked over to Peter and asked if she could inspect him too. He let her. "You're not going to turn into Nosferatu and kill us, right?" She joked.

"Let's see him get through dis rocky but loveable exterior," a gravely voice said goodnaturedly. Ben Grimm walked out and immediately went to the fridge. He waved without looking. "Heya, webhead."

Peter just hoped he hadn't woken them up and they were pretending like he hadn't. They probably were. "Hey. Uh- so-"

"You said they turned into wolves?" Sue asked kindly. Her hands traced the marks on his neck. The skin was sensitive there. Her soft hands didn't help. Wondered if she used her powers to keep herself so… smooth. Hormones. He raised his eyebrows. She smiled. "I overheard."

"You were aurally stalking me?"

She put her fingers together, looking cute. "Only a little."

"They turned into bats too," Johnny added.

"I was going to say they could have the ability to shapeshift. Mutants, perhaps," Reed said. He didn't sound skeptical, just science brained. Peter understood but had always been more open minded when it came to science. It was more fun that way and he could crawl on walls. "That ability has been documented… but unless they secrete a venom that can hinder his healing factor-"

"You know what else has been documented?" Johnny asked, annoyed. "Vampires!"

"Is there something wrong Johnny?"

"You had me drink your pee Reed!"

Peter's eyes bulged. "What the-"

Sue pushed him away from the two as they got into a one-sided argument. Johnny's "That's sick!" and Reed's "It was perfectly safe," were the last things he heard before they were muffled as Sue put up a force-field around them.

"Reed does have a point," Sue muttered, her eyes still on his neck. The attentiveness made him uneasy. "Could just be delusional shapeshifters with a sub-ability…"

"Wish I had a sub ability," Peter said. His stomach groaned at the thought. "Sandwiches everyday…"

Sue giggled. "Not that. Dork."

"Sorry," he said. He was sorry for a lot of things.

Her look softened. "No, it's- it's fine. It's cute. You're cute." To Peter she was like a school-nurse. Even sounded perfunctory. The compliment went over his head.

He sighed. "They turned into smoke, Sue. And they were so fast… punched me straight through a wall, tossed me around like I was nothing." Just like the good old days. Tossed into lockers by Flash and his flunkies. At least that hadn't changed.

She saw the look on his face. "You got up though, right?" She asked kindly, running the bite marks with her thumb. A shiver ran down Peter's spine. He nodded. "Hey, look at me. It happens. You just got to get back up. You can't be the strongest or the fastest all the time Peter. "

He looked down. Sometimes he wished he was. "My Uncle used to say that to me. I know."

Sue was quiet for a few seconds before she pulled away. Peter hadn't noticed how nice she smelled until she was gone. Her scent was trapped in the bubble though, and he realized that he was 1. Thirsty, 2. Pathetic, and 3. Had a girlfriend. That he was doing a bad job at being a boyfriend to. And then it was back to 2.

"But… Smoke, huh? That's strange. Weird," she said.

Peter snorted derisively. "Good weird or bad weird?"

"Well these vampires bit you, a pretty good kid I think, we all know." It was a compliment, but it made him flush and bristle. "And your friend. A friend of you has to be a good person, so that's bad weird. They can turn into smoke… and that's just worrying."

"You… believe me?"

Sue Storm was smilingat him. She wasn't that older than him and he wondered if she was being the indulgent older girl, like a student-teacher. "Why wouldn't I? You wouldn't lie to us…" She popped her lips. "Smoke and bats… The wolf thing goes back centuries. Smoke too, I think. I thought bats were just Hollywood. Vampires aren't really my thing. I prefer beakers honestly."

"I… like books," Peter said awkwardly, swallowing. "Beakers too? I-I guess, Uh, there was another one though, a guy, good guy. Kind of. He helped me… also kicked my butt. But get this. Said he was the son of Dracul."

Her eyes widened. "Well points to Hollywood for authenticity. …Just what kind of life are you living, Peter Parker?"

He wore a smile that didn't feel like it fit. "Oh, you know. The best kind."

At the suggestion of Reed and the gentle coaxing of Sue, Peter took a bloodtest. Sue suggested that if they were old vampires they could have carried harmful diseases with them, suggesting in no uncertain terms that he could have been chomped on by the vampire version of Typhoid freakin' Mary, and Reed muttered about how spectacular of a genetic abomination Peter was while he sat on an examination table. Supposed that was a compliment.

Sue rubbed his shoulder and said that he had no speck of remotely parasitic, vampiric whatever in his blood, or disease, when it was through. She had to dumb it down for Johnny.

Johnny was going on about how cool it would be if he did become a vampire. "You could fly! Vampires can fly, right?"

"Why don't you watch Underworld again and tell me."

Johnny shoved him again. "Seriously, man. Sure, you could, I don't know, turn into a monster and try to suck the life out of people-" he didn't notice Peter freeze like a spooked cat. Sue did. "But what if you didn't? You're strong enough I think, and you could be like a good vampire. Helping people!"

"He already helps people, Johnny," Sue said comfortingly.

"Yeah but people hate him. People love vampires nowadays!" Peter's shoulders slumped. "Sorry. People're stupid."

"And apparently so is my little brother."

"Been telling you dat for da longest, Sue," Ben said. "Can't expect no tact from flamebrain over here. Probably burns the oxygen out of the air every time he flames on and gives himself extended brain damage."

"That… actually explains some things."

"Hey!"

Ben stuck out his fist and Peter pounded it. "Don't sweat it webhead. Matchstick's right. People are stupid."

Peter didn't deny it. He was people too, so it fit. "They do love vampires though," he muttered. "My girlfriend sure would've loved it if I told her about it."

"Who's your girlfriend?" Sue asked.

"…Kitty Pryde."

"The X-Man?"

"If it's not sexist to say," he said. "No offense, but X-Woman sounds like… a mouthful."

"No, it's not sexist. Something euphonic about X-Man. Holds the same connotation. Don't worry." She laughed. "What's wrong with you two? Lover's quarrel?"

"I wish. I told my ex first."

"Ooh," Ben hissed, backed away like he'd catch some bad mojo from him. "Ey, ey, no! No. Ya don't do dat."

Peter groaned. "I know. I tried calling but she was off… being an X-person. Man. Thing."

Ben chuckled. "Yeah?"

That kept Peter smiling. "It's not going so good between us. Haven't talked to her since…" he trailed off. They all knew what he was talking about. The weight of their sympathy made him feel like crawling into a deeper hole. He was just as bad a boyfriend as he was an ex-boyfriend and friend.

"…How are things?" Sue asked. He wished she hadn't. "At home? With you."

"Patching things up, you know." He lied through his teeth. "Kind of uh… hard to get back into the swing of things when I saw myself die. Twice. And my ex was turned into a furry, so."

"That was your ex?" Johnny asked. "Ooh, man… ouch."

"Johnny!"

"He's right though. This is... weird. My fault."

"No, it's not," Sue said. "It's not your fault that some callous, heartless people decided to play with your life and make an experiment out of you, Peter. That is not your fault."

But that wasn't what he was talking about. His fault Gwen died. His fault he cared so much about MJ that his insane clone took it up to 11, experimented on her like a spider-powered Mr. Hyde. His fault that the vampires had done so much. Stuck his head where it didn't belong. Should have minded his own business.

And where had he ended up? Intruding on a family that probably had bigger, worse problems of their own just so he could get a… whatever this was. A pity party.

"…Thanks," he said. Everything just felt… heavy. Too much to carry. "I appreciate it, guys."

"So who was that chick that scooped you up? And the red thing too, man that was weird! Turned into a chick!" Johnny asked, tone-deaf. "She your sister or something? …She got a number?"

Peter put his head down. Sue groaned. "Johnny…"

"Come on, it's a legit question! She looked… cute."

"I believe she was wearing a full body spandex suit, Johnny. With a mask," Reed interjected. "The only thing someone with as many volatile hormones as yourself would notice is that she's in the same stage of life as you, presumably. Unless you're talking about the 'red thing'. I believe it would have killed you by evisceration. Or worse."

"…You trying to say I was perving on his sister?" Peter put his down further. His stomach turned. "Not cool, man. Bro-code!"

Reed ignored him. "What was that creature, by the way? It was truly fascinating."

"A mistake," Peter said.

It was. And that had been the real shapeshifter. Made him think it was Gwen. How many times had he been lied to in a single night? He actually was dumb enough to think his father was alive. Hugged him. Hugging girl-him had been awkward, yeah. He even dreamt about it. Kind of nice. But the sad brainwashed clone that thought it was his father? That had been the most pathetic hug in the history of the world.

Sue was right, he was a kid. Dumb and naïve. And he was done with being the center of a pity party. Peter pushed off the table. He intruded enough. "Thanks for having me guys. For the help, I appreciate it. Got to go," he said curtly.

"You sure? It's only 1:30," Johnny said. "I got this new game and-"

"Have you eaten?" Sue asked. "We were about to have dinner. You could join us," she said, but Johnny had just said it was 1:30 in the morning. No one ate dinner at 1:30AM, not even the Fantastic Four.

"I would like to run some more tests…" Reed said. "And to talk with you about your powers. I noticed-"

"Ey, I wouldn't mind sharin' a sub with ya, webhead," Ben admitted. "If ya can put it away. I'm talkin' real quadruple deckers here."

"No, thanks… I ate a big dinner at home!" He lied and pat his stomach. "Stuffed. My Aunt, she- we had meatloaf. Wheatcakes. Ordered pizza. Good stuff."

"Oh… alright," Sue said with a small frown. "Are you going to be okay?"

He shrugged. Maybe too hard. "I'll get up." Pointed in the general direction of the window he'd come in through. "Mind opening the window? My Aunt's gonna clobber me if I don't get back soon."

"So she knows," Sue said flatly.

"Oh yeah, she… she knows."

Sue opened the window. He jumped up to it and waved at them. "Come back around, Peter. You're always welcome here."

That made him laugh. He already made up his mind. "I'll try not to be a burden," he said, and jumped.

Back outside, he limited how many webs he used. Didn't know where he was going to go, only that he needed to make them last. 'Didn't have any money to make anymore. Was going to leave his paycheck to Aunt May. Would need it for the bills. His fault. Wouldn't have a lab to make it in. Had to think ahead and be responsible. 'Be responsible…'

He hadn't made it back to the house until 3 o'clock in the morning. Manhattan was gummed up with webs by then and he was panting from how much he'd swung through the city. Back to back to blow off steam. Felt nice, using his powers—well, not his powers, the webbing was man-made. But acting like that, with no responsibility, it felt good.

Someone was sitting on the front steps when he got back. Peter landed on the roof of the house out of sight, looked over the roof to see her long, brown hair. For a second he wondered if it was the girl-him, Jessica. Because one more weird thing at this point could only make things better. But it wasn't her. It was Kitty.

Her legs were tight together and she had her fingers over her knees. She sighed, looked at the sky, her watch, and tucked herself into her jacket. It was 3:00AM. What was she doing here? Oh, right. She was his girlfriend. Good girlfriends check up on their boyfriends. Good boyfriends do the same. Unfortunately for her Peter was learning he wasn't really good boyfriend material.

"Hey," he whispered.

Kitty jumped up from the stairs with a loud, "Gah!" and looked up at him on the roof with wide eyes. "…How long have you been there?" She asked with a hand to her chest. "Seriously, dick move, Peter!"

She was smiling while she said it. Started to laugh too. Peter tried to smile. "Sorry," he said. "I just got here."

"Where were you?" Kitty wondered. He knew she meant for the last few days when she called, just like MJ.

"With the Fantastic Four," he said. "I uh… got checked out." She tilted her head. "The- the vampire thing."

Her face fell. "I'm sorry. About all of that I am sorry. I didn't- I was being jealous, and stupid, and selfish. I just- I just thought that- I thought you liked your ex more than me." She looked down. Could have sworn she started sinking into the ground.

He slid from the roof and that was odd. His powers weren't letting him stick. Figured he did have a sub power he didn't know about: intermittent sticking. Woo.

Peter went over to her and wanted to hug her but could only manage laying a hand over her shoulder. Didn't feel like he deserved to. She hugged him. "Kitty, I-"

She kissed him. She was a great kisser. "Can we go inside?" Peter blinked his mind out of the clouds and nodded.

They went inside and he shut the door behind him. The house was quiet, the living room dark. He hadn't turned on a single light once. He watched her walk over to one by the stairs and turn it on. "What were you doing out there?" She asked, looking at him.

Peter closed his eyes. "…Watching you. Like a creep."

She smiled and walked to him, pulling him to the couch. "Not a creep. My boyfriend." She kissed him again. "Need I bring up that I have, like, an entire room full of pictures of you? I'm like a superstalker. You should fear me."

"Should be the other way around," he muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

She held his face in her hands. They weren't as soft as Sue's, but were… ghostly. Like clouds. "Hey, look at me," she said, all kind, all caring. Made him feel better. "You okay? I came around a few days ago after… everything. You weren't here."

He echoed his last words to Sue. "I'll get up. Been better though."

"What happened?"

He wasn't about to tell her about the clones, about the chimera, or the fact that he couldn't go five minutes without seeing his impaled, six armed corpse. Deal with it himself. Last thing he needed was his problems hurting someone else again.

"A lot. Stuff," he said.

She wrapped her arms around him. "I… brought my toothbrush. Do… you want me to stay the night?"

For the first time he realized that it was so quiet. Just the two of them in the house. He wrapped his arms around her and fell to the couch. "I'd like that."

He woke up in his room. Kitty was laying on top of him, sleeping under a blanket. Peter laid still. Could smell her hair, hear her breathing, and for the next few minutes everything seemed normal. Well, for that felt nice. Just a guy and his girl, in bed. Together. And his penis was erect, so morning wood was still a thing. They hadn't done anything. Totally normal.

That was why he hadn't moved. Kitty did though. In her sleep her leg grazed the inside of his thigh. Perfectly at home with being so close to him she tucked herself in deeper for warmth. His sweatpants started to tighten before he could do anything, and by then it was too late. The full brunt of his hard cock was pressed flush against her leg and Peter could only watch like he was on death row as Kitty blinked her eyes open.

She looked down. "Holy…. God. Wow, that's…. um, mn, is- is that for me?" she asked sleepily. Peter didn't say anything. Her knee nudged at his turgid length and she hissed at the girth of it. "Because it feels scary. Like it is."

Peter closed his eyes. "I slept good," he said, and felt stupid.

Kitty straightened herself and laid herself on top of him. Climbed onto his lap. "I did too. Really well. We should sleep together more often."

She put her crotch against his and kissed him, and morning breath or no, Peter kissed back. He felt better. The world just melted away and he wasn't a bad boyfriend, nephew, or even a screwup of a friend. Just a guy with an erection while his girlfriend sat in his lap. It was a nice change of pace.

Kitty started to rock against him. Her hands went down to her waistband and then they just weren't there. Peter watched her pull them up through her body as she phased through them, She tossed them to the corner and leaned back, doing the same to her top. He stared at the smooth, creamy meat of her thighs, lithe and with the barest curve that compressed around a pair of immaculate pink panties. And her bra… well, she wasn't wearing one anymore.

She held her shirt close to her chest, not covering her breasts, but close to. Peter could see the wide, pink forms of her areolas, her nipples, so hard from being exposed. Or maybe it was him. Probably not. She looked bashfully up at him. "They're… they're not too small or weird or anything, right?" She asked. She sounded so cute and pitiful he wanted to kiss her.

Peter looked at them in awe and grabbed one slowly, and then the other. He gently squeezed the delicate and pert flesh in his hands. It was just enough to fill past his fingers. Kitty wasn't Black Cat up top but that didn't matter. She was his.

His fingers acted of their own accord and flicked at her nipples. She seemed to like that, so Peter did it again. He kissed one, then the other, and then her. "They're perfect," he said, and kissed her, and she smiled all bashfully against his lips.

He could feel her through the fabric of his pants, through her panties. Kitty was starting to get wet, steaming through her underwear and seeping into his pants while his penis- his cock was flat against his stomach, ground and caressed by her lips, her pussy as it glided up and down the entire length of his shaft. She held one hand of his and put the other back to her breast, eyes closed, a quiet moan escaping her mouth as she started to rock, getting more confidence when he groaned at the feeling and his hand slowly fell to her waist.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to Kitty," Peter said, but he could barely hear himself speak.

"Good to know," she said, "Because I want to."

She reached between her legs to pull her panties aside, positioned right above the frightening eclipse of his tented dick. Then she thought better of it and turned, swung her legs over his head so that her soaking pussy was positioned right over his face, her smooth pink lips glistening from the sunlight and the taut globes of her ass in perfect, tantalizing position for him to squeeze. She looked at him from between her legs.

"Hope I'm not too heavy," she said, and dropped down.

Then the fucking phone rang.

The suddenness of it made her go right through him. Kitty went rigid as Peter jumped up in surprise, landing on the ceiling as she fell through him, the bed, and the floor. Almost instantly his powers gave way and he dropped. Heard a thump from downstairs, flew out of bed and got there just in time to see her bolt up from the couch. She looked as surprised as he did, just as frustrated, and even a little embarrassed.

"What was that?" She asked. They looked to the phone and Peter picked it up. No one.

"That would be me," a voice said. Peter could hear it in his brain.

"….Jean?!" Kitty exclaimed. "What the freak are you- seriously?"

"How did you even get my number?!"

"Hello, mind-reader," Jean tapped the side of her head, or he got the feeling she did. ""Telepath, remember?"

"Why?!" Kitty exclaimed.

"You weren't answering the normal way."

"Since when is telepathy normal?"

"I was with my boyfriend!"

"So do you seriously just not know the meaning of privacy or does this freakin' amuse you? First the mind swap thing, now this?! What the fuck!"

"I… apologized for that."

"Whoopdey freakin' do!" He snapped. "You weren't exchanged for a two-hundred year old fucking mutant because a telepath had a point to make!"

"Well, that's kind of racist." Peter was beyond caring at that point. He strangled the air. He could hear the chiding teeth-sucking noise, see the metal image of Jean Grey's face like she was looking right at him with her short red hair and green eyes. "You don't mean that," she said dismissively. "You didn't come home last night," she said, obviously to Kitty. "We were worried."

"I was with my boyfriend."

"I can see that," Jean said. She turned to Peter, sort of. "And you-" Peter could feel her going through his head. That was the last straw.

"Stay out of my head,"he snapped. "You've done enough. Stay out."

Momentarily shocked by his vehemence, Jean retreated. "Jean! " Kitty yelled. "Really? Can you just stay out of his head for once and not make me want to die of embarrassment?!"

For a second Jean looked right at him. Peter scowled at her, nostrils flared. "Sorry, I- I- I'm sorry, Kitty," she said, looking ashamed of herself, at least. "The Professor needs you to come back."

"I'm kinda busy. We are. Or we were."

Jean crossed her arms. Or didn't. This was confusing. Peter hated telepathy. "You're not now. So now, Kitty. Your boyfriend is alright, it's time to come home. We'll pick you up." She looked at him one more time before finally going away.

The two of them were left in the living room, Kitty's soaked panties askew and her breasts on full display, and his hard dick poking out like an idiot. Peter took a shaky breath as the weight of everything came back and reality fell on him and settled as a cool feeling in his stomach like bad milk.

"Well… this is a good morning isn't it," Kitty said.

Jean Grey was falling on his list of tolerable people quicker and quicker. She was slightly lower than J. Jonah Jameson at that point. They would have been neck and neck but Jonah never swapped his mind with anyone.

Peter suggested they eat breakfast together. Because fuck what Jean wanted. It was spiteful and petty, and he enjoyed it. Hard cock and all he walked into the kitchen and got cereal and milk, poured them a bowl and sat down. Kitty was all for it and had floated back upstairs and collected her things. She floated down with her pants half on and her t-shirt thrown over her head, wanting to have as much time with him as possible.

She stopped when she was what he was doing. Sitting down with a single bowl of cereal and a still stubbornly hard cock. They looked at each other. "Um. Uh?" She asked stupidly.

He pushed out his chair, suggesting in no uncertain terms where she'd sit and what she'd eat. Swallowing a melon, she delicately walked over to him, half barefoot and half… wearing Spider-Man socks. She sat down in his lap, nestled herself in her seat with his cock eclipsing her cheeks, pressing hard and hot against the tight curves of her ass.

Peter held her there possessively, trying to get some semblance of the feeling he got before. It worked long enough for them to finish the bowl, Kitty passed him a spoonful and he did the same, her slight, quiet rocking and insistent pressure on his cock ensuring that his pants were soaked and her panties were too. They had no idea what they were doing, less humping that it was rutting, but it felt fucking good.

And then the phone rang. Again.

"As romantic as this is… and pervy, Kitty, we're here," the voice of Jean Grey said before disappearing. They groaned. Kitty's eye twitched. "…Was she really just spying on us?"

Peter growled. "I am starting to hate her."

She smiled at him, kissed his cheek. "You don't mean that. Try living with her."

"Please don't give me nightmares," he said. "I have enough of those now." He did, and the only interruption was dreaming about hugging his literal girl-self. Yeesh.

Their breakfast interrupted, Peter got dressed and they walked to the same place he first met the X-Men. Or X-Girls. Could feel Jean Grey poking at his head, trying to talk even after Kitty told her to stay away from him at his request. Sounded like she was apologizing. Peter didn't care.

When they got there it was a blast from the past. He was only wearing his mask and simple clothes, and three girls of the X-Men were there. This time Kitty was with him. Peter wasn't sure if the look they were giving him was to kill or if he was being paranoid.

"Ororo… Jean," Kitty sighed. "You know Peter. My boyfriend. Rogue, Peter. Peter, Rogue," she said to the last girl, one with a white strip in her hair. Peter wasn't in the mood for introductions.

"So we just gon' ignore how they smell like sex?" Rogue asked.

"We didn't do anything!" Kitty said.

"Yeah, right. Whatever."

Jean looked at him. "Hi, Peter. Sorry."

He frowned. "Bye, Jean."

She cringed. "Come on Kitty," she said, waving her way into the X-Jet, making herself scarce. Storm nodded to him and Rogue followed after her, giving him a look. Then it was just the two of them on the rooftop.

"…How is it that no one notices the big ass jet floating in Queens?" Peter asked.

Kitty smiled. "Telepathy and stealth. She's blocking their perception, or something."

"Right. Must be nice."

She swallowed. "You gonna be okay?" He wished people would stop asking him that. "I'm sorry about all this. This- such a mess."

She really had no idea. He hadn't forgotten what he planned to do. What he still planned to do but he couldn't just skip out on her. "I'll get up," he said, confusing her. "I… I'm going out of town for a while. That's why I wanted you to stay."

She looked disappointed, sad, but understood. "Right. With the- everything. If Nick Fury was in my neighborhood I'd want to get outta dodge too."

That made him laugh. "Yeah."

"So, your aunt? She knows?"

"She knows."

"If you need any help, you know," she took his hand. "Just…. Stop by. Drop a line or just… drop in, kay? Just…" she trailed off. Peter nodded, but there was no way in hell he was going to burden her or the X-Men with his problems. Not like he'd down to the Fantastic Four. "I'll miss you."

"No you won't," he said with a glued-on smile. She thought he was joking, kissed him before letting go of his hand, walking backward toward the ramp to the X-Jet while waving goodbye. Peter watched them fly off.

By the time he got back it was close to noon—didn't realize until later they had slept in. Peter looked at the house. The pictures of the Parker family, of him and Gwen, MJ, Kitty—she had left her toothbrush. He collected his things—bag full of clothes, some food, his mask and webshooters… just in case.

Then he left. Fury had eyes on him everywhere. From the second he got his powers. Or so he said. Peter wondered how much of that was true—with a name like the 'One Eyed Eagle' maybe it was—and how much of it was that he was in his parent's hometown where it was easy to keep an eye on him like some sort of experiment. Wondered how easy it'd be to track him in, say, Albany. He was about to find out.

By 2 o'clock he was at the bus station ready to hop on the first bus out of the city. Stopped by the hospital to see Aunt May but couldn't manage it. She was still hooked up to the machines, looking weak and frail, just so unlike her. But then kicking him out seemed so unlike her too. Didn't want to risk making things worse for her so he just left like she told him to. He had caused enough problems.

While he was waiting for the bus, he took a seat. Five seconds later someone sat next to him. Surprised and annoyed Peter turned to look at them. It was a girl. Asian, long black hair, pale skin, short and petite. She was smiling at him.

"Hi," she said, stuck her hand out and shook his while he looked at her. She told him her name. "Cindy. Cindy Moon. What's your name?"

There was… something off about her. She was small but felt… heavy. Big. He couldn't stop himself from telling her his name. "Peter… Parker."

She smiled wider. Peter watched as she started to play with her fingers next to him, like they were good friends. He'd never seen her before in his life. His eyes widened as she started to make an Eiffel Tower out of what he thought was string. It was webbing, softly twirling from her fingertips. Just like the girl-him. Like Jessica.

She held it out to him and Peter took it in shock. "I've been waiting to meet you Peter. I think you'll find we have a lot in common."

A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. Posted from my phone. I'm about half-sorry for any errors.