Warning, mature content ahead.

"Good morning Captain, how may I be of service today?" Spider-Man lands on the ledge of the Police Department building right next to the Captain. Yuri huffed and threw another Nicorette in her mouth.

She wrinkled her nose, "What is that smell? It's like burnt plastic."

"Sorry, I just stopped a fire." He inhaled deeply. "Nothing like barbecue in the morning."

"I am being to think Jameson is right about you having a few loose screws."

"Yuri, how could you?!" He felt hurt.

The police captain chuckled; a moment of lightheartedness was what she needed at the moment. That soon disappeared with a sigh, "Sable lost three transport vehicles when one of their warehouses were raided yesterday. We tried our best to track the cargo but came up cold. Now some of the journalist are trying to do a hit piece on how incompetent we are to cover up for Sable's mishandlings."

"Oh no. This is bad." Spidey clutched his head. "Do we know what is in the vehicles?"

"Sable tech. Weaponry. Things like their jet packs and exo-suits."

"Definitely not good." 'Sable and I left on such a good note. She trusted me.'

"You can say that again. We could have really used your help." Yuri sounded disappointed.

"Sorry Yuri, I was busy stopping a shootout in Hell's Kitchen. I couldn't make it in time. I am so, so, sorry. Did any one of your guys get hurt, anybody at all?"

"I have a guy with a bullet graze, he'll live. However, seven Sable Agents..." She shook her head.

Spider-Man got down from the ledge and stood beside Yuri. Even with the mask on the policewoman could tell the superhero felt guilty for not being able to prevent the crime and murders. She knew him for years now, and it always managed to surprise her how much he deeply cared for the city populace and people in general. It didn't matter whether they were good or bad, he treated life with respect and that was enduring. It isn't his job to keep the people safe, yet he did it anyways. Yuri had to admit; Spider-Man is a reason she got up to work every morning with hope. He truly is an inspiration. The police officer hesitantly placed a hand on his slumped shoulder, they didn't make physical contact often, but this was a special occasion. "It's not your fault or responsibility. You can't be everywhere at once."

He sighed. "I wish I could though."

Yuri patted him on the back. She could tell he was taking it pretty hard. "If you want to bring the men that did this some justice, the warehouse is still being investigated. You should give it a check when you have a chance. Maybe pick up something we didn't. Don't be too hard on yourself."

"Thanks, I am going to do my best to track down the missing cargo." The wall crawler receives a ringing in his ear. "Looks like another crime I need to take care of." He quickly jumped off the building and into a web swing.

After stopping a minor car chase, Spider-Man stopped at the Stable warehouse that was raided.

"Doesn't seem to have that much security, I guess there isn't a reason to have many people look over the place if there isn't anything worth guarding. I need to call MJ." Peter taps the side of his mask and waited for the call to go through.

"Hi Pete, what's up?"

"Hey MJ. I am guessing you heard what happened?"

"Yikes. Yeah, a raided Sable storage facility and three missing vehicles. You just can't seem to catch a break. Though I heard you and the Devil had quite a team up."

"Just my luck. Next time he offers to buy me Chinese food I am getting a to-go. Anyways I am at the warehouse right now. Do you know if anybody from the Bugle or one of your sources have any information or pictures of the crime scene before it was cleaned? It would be nice to know what the place looked like, or if there are any clues."

"Yeah, sure. Sending you files now."

"Wow, that was fast… Wait, MJ you didn't?"

"Sorry, it just so happens that I was at the right place at the wrong time."

"You should have told me I would have zipped over there in a heartbeat, you are safe right. Nothing happened to you?"

"Yes Pete, I am fine, thanks. By the way, I did try to call. Though my phone had no reception, must have been a network jam. These guys that are stealing from Sable are highly skilled. Have you found anything on our friend Jack yet?"

"Looks like he sells weapons and techs to the highest bidder. Stolen or self-made. That could be anyone across the globe, though Yuri had told me that some of men I have stopped are linked to Hammerhead, could be a partnership or Rollins has started to branched out of the typical employment pool."

"Interesting, I'll look for more info. Anyways, the files are sent now, tell me if you need more."

"Thanks MJ will do. Don't go crazy with the investigation."

"Yeah, stay safe Pete. Later." There is quick tapping noise and the line goes dead.

Spider-Man skims over the pictures that MJ sent. "Hmm, looks like the getaway vehicles these guys came in had some really dirty tires. I need to take a sample of the mud, maybe I can find a trail, track for any residual chemicals."

The superhero jumps down to the entrance of the warehouse and scans the ground. "Skid marks." He touched the dried-up dirt on the floor. As Spidey began to test the material, he realized he was almost late for work.

XXXX

"I am so lucky that Dr. Kaminski gave me this position even though I am not a student. Doesn't pay much, but it takes care of rent." Peter couldn't afford to come in too late.

As the mini centrifuge began to spin, Peter waited patiently in the private bio department lab. Besides him and four other student assistants attending Empire State University, it was mostly empty. So, he knew it would be safe to conduct a little "super" work at the same time. Peter waited for the centrifuge to separate the chemicals and materials in the mud, he took the time to read over the project update and tasks reminder in his email memo that he forgot to do in the morning.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "No way… I got to talk to Doc After this."

After the mud particles separated, he took the small vial and tested the blue particles. "Pentaerythritol and nitrate. Hmm. Common things found in explosives, what are these guys up to?"

Peter knocked on the office door.

"Yes come in." He heard the man on the other side with a mild accent say.

The nerd opened the door and put on a friendly smile. "Good afternoon, Dr. Kaminski."

"Ah, Peter. Early today too, what is up?" The Professor was originally from Russia. He's a late middle-aged man with a receding hair line and a sharp nose that is very noticeable. Many student's say he looks like a less slimy Vladimir Putin, though the comparison may be a disservice to the man since he was actually a very laid back and funny guy.

"Oh, just making sure I got the right memo this morning. It says that we are going to prepare for reference tests on the new chemicals. I thought that was weeks away?"

"That wasn't a mistake. The reports that you have been spending in recently have been spot on, excellent I must say. They were just what I needed to convince the science board that preparations for a small trial can be commenced."

Peter nearly forgot, until recently he had been trying to conceal his Spider-Man identity to Wanda so he would occupy himself with actual work when they hung out. This had given him time to keep ahead of his tasks instead of behind. It looks like he had been doing a little too good of a job. "Okay, that's cool. Also, what's this that there is a bidding war for partnership?"

"We'll originally this project was partially school funded and through donations from Oscorp. You knew, that right? We'll since the whole Devil's Breath Incident, the school has been trying to *sever ties. * It just so happens that Stark Industries wants to be our new partner; we got a letter from, get this, TONY STARK this morning!"

"Uhh… That's great!" However, that was far from the truth as Peter was internally having a nuke go off in his head. 'Oh no, Tony Stark must be toying with me right now. What is he up too?'

"I am hoping Stark Industry pulls through. Oscorp is pretty good on donations, but Stark Industries is loaded. I mean 100 million dollars to MIT loaded. If we can get ¼ of that money, it means the biological science department can finally afford to get some new equipment, maybe we can even give you guys a raise."

"That's… great." Peter tired his best to look happy for the Professor. "Uh, I'll get back to it now."

"Sounds good. Keep up the work Peter." Dr. Kaminski gives his assistant two thumbs up and a quirky smile.

XXXX

"Spider-Man, did you get any clues from the crime scene?"

"Yeah, getaway vehicles had high amounts of nitro content and Pentaerythritol attached to its tires, the stuff they use to make PETN, explosives. They give off a bigger bang than even TNT. I am thinking old abandoned factories or building that have some unfinished demolition work."

"Hmm. I'll check my database for an unusual chemical shipments and look too see if any construction companies have lost inventory."

"Sound's good, I'll check up with my own sources and see if I can't find anything else." He taps the side of his mask to close the call. As Spidey began to swing back to his apartment to compile some of his findings he receives another phone call.

"Hey Maxi, how's your day going?"

"Boring. Steve, Nat, and Sam said that they had personal matters to attend to, can I come over?"

"Oh, hm. I heading to my place right now, where are you?"

"Standing at your door."

Wanda sat crisscrossed on Peter's bed as she watched him pace back and forth. Peter was fully suited in his Spider-Man outfit with half his mask casually lifted to the nose, there was an irritating crunching noise that filled the apartment as he began stuffing his face with cereal. The Scarlet Witch was beginning to see how hard it was to keep a normal relationship with him as this was the third time in two weeks that he had done this. For the past month ever since Peter revealed his secret to her, Wanda had felt like she was dating Spider-Man instead of Peter Parker. Sure, they are one in the same, the only difference now is that he runs off in the middle of a date to save people or more often than not he's in his suit when they are alone.

"Are you going to be in that all night?" It didn't bother her that he had the costume on, in fact after a few times she got used to the skintight suit. It left little to the imagination as the material clung to his muscles, all well-defined and practically shaped to perfection. She never understood why Peter dressed up in such baggy and plain clothing, but now she thanks him for doing so since it probably meant he wouldn't be ogled at by other girls every time they go out.

'Wow- Wanda, don't be one of those girlfriends.'

Peter pulled the mask off and set it on the table. There hadn't been any crime alerts for the past hour, so all he had been doing was researching possible housing locations for Sable's stolen tech.

Wanda wiggled her eyebrows. "Maybe we can get the rest of the costume off too." She used her magic to pull the mask into her hands, feeling the mesh in her fingers and wondered what it was made of. Peter swallowed dryly as he watched Wanda scoot closer to the wall and uncrossed her legs, it didn't help that she was only wearing a red velvet summer dress. Extra low cut.

Wanda chuckled, she loved it when Peter was nervous. He acts all innocent on the outside since he's a very modest person. However, the Scarlet Witch had looked a couple of times into his mind, and the private thoughts that went through his head when they were making out were vivid enough to even make her blush. "Why does this smell so… smoky?"

The sound of the washer turning on and pouring water into its cavity echoed across the laundry room located in the basement of the apartment complex. It a little passed 8:00 PM on a Thursday so it was just Peter and Wanda there watching the clothes spin. "Two weeks Peter, that is disgusting." Wanda criticized.

"Sorry, Maxi. I am just super busy." He tried to defend his bad habits. They continued to stare at the timer. "I think I put in enough dirty cloths so that no one will notice."

"Do you usually just sit here and wait till your cloths are done."

"Yeah." He shrugged. "I mean, I usually sit down here with my laptop and use the time to catch up on work. But I can't now, because you split water all over it."

"Sorry. I said I will get you a new one." She covered her face with her hand, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Peter couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she was. "That's okay, it's kind of old any ways."

"Let's not talk about that." She changes the subject. "So, how was work today? Not Spider-Man."

"Good actually, they liked the analysis and reports that I have been turning in, so trails are moving on ahead of schedule. What about you?"

"I haven't been doing much these few days. The other Avengers are off on their own separate tasks, so I am just left alone to hang out at the facility. I just got so bored today; I couldn't wait until the weekend to see you." Wanda explained.

Peter felt a warm tingling build up inside of him, it made him happy that she wanted to spend time with him. It also made him feel a little bad that he's been too occupied with Spider-Man things to give her more attention. "Oh, actually, that reminds me, I keep forgetting to ask you. So… um, how close are you with Mr. Stark?"

Wanda raised an eyebrow. "I tolerate him. Why?"

"We'll he knows."

"Knows?"

"I am Spider-Man."

"What!?" Wanda cocked her head at him. There was a hint of anger in her eyes, she hated when Tony got nosy. Now she was especially irritated, "How does he know, when did you find this out?"

"It was at Captain America's birthday party. Right before we snuck off."

"Why didn't you tell me? How could he?!" She felt her hands balling up. She was definitely going to have a word with the billionaire the next time he comes around.

"No, no, it's okay." Peter grabbed her shoulders and calmed her down. "He actually saved my skin. There is a video out there of me without my mask on and he prevented it from going public. I just remembered to ask since… it seems like he's planning to help fund the school's science department."

"Oh…" She nodded. "That's good?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to let you know. If he ever drops by the facility, give him my thanks. My boss really wants him to win the bid against Oscorp."

"We'll that is oddly nice of him. I was about to say; I can try and erase his mind if you wanted." She jested.

"Woah! You can do that?" Wanda felt his hands slightly go cold from anxiety.

"I don't know. I haven't tried it yet." She laughs. "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Haven't done anything to you."

Peter smiled. "Thanks? It's nice that you would do that for me though." He leaned in for a kiss, Wanda gladly recuperated it. His lips were especially sweet, she didn't know whether it was the Lucky Charms he was gorging on or just that it was nice to have Peter Parker sitting besides her and not Spider-Man. The two identities were beginning to slowly merge into one, but for the moment she really needed the comfort of the nerd she was initially captivated by.

She pulls back just a few inches. "So, are we ever going to finish what you started the other night?"

"Hmm?" He looked at the timer on the washing machine. Peter felt his hands gently trailing down her shoulder and onto the side of her hips.

She placed her right hand on his thigh.

"So… lights on? Off?" Peter had wanted to go further with Wanda but always had trouble initiating the first move. Obviously, he knew that she wanted it too, but he didn't want to come off as needy or for a lack of a better term, horny.

Wanda would be lying to herself if she wasn't a bit anxious. There was a wave of worry and excitement that was boiling in her core. She had wanted to have sex with Peter since their first date but now that it's actually about to happen, she didn't know how to properly compose herself. Wanda still wasn't sure exactly the type of man Peter was in bed, the brief glances into his mind only told her that he was very pent-up and highly experienced.

Some time when they would make out, she would use her mind reading abilities to peak at his residual memories. To her horror, she discovered many visions of him and a woman with silver hair go at it behind a rooftop or how delicate he was with Mary Jane. Wanda could only handle the imagery for so long until she either became extremely aroused or jealous. Maybe a bit of both.

Ah yes, Mary Jane the girl that still has quite a lock on Peter's heart. Peter had casually mentioned his ex to her before, apparently, she acts as a source of information for him in his superhero life. Peter had yet to properly introduce the redhead to her, of course Wanda was apprehensive when he told her about their partnership but how could she forbid him to see MJ when they had so much good history together. 'Ugh, why am I even think about his exes. He never even asked me about mines, damn it Peter! The things you do to me.'

"Maybe leave that one on." She told him.

Peter nodded and closed the lights to the room but left the one on his desk on. There were just enough bright rays to see everything visibly, but enough darkness to feel the sensual atmosphere thicken. Peter turned his attention to Wanda who is standing in the middle of the room, and with a few strides made his way to her.

'Man, it's like my first time all over again.' He though to himself as he stared into the Sokovian's eyes. He didn't want to screw their first time up, he contemplated whether to take her hard and lustful like Felicia or loving and passionate like MJ. 'I think she's the first type, but maybe I need to reconsider.'

She gave him an annoyed look. "Peter?... Stop thinking about your girlfriends, you are really pissing me off." She said sarcastically but with a bite.

"Hey, stop looking into my head!" He faked offenses but let out a semi-forced chuckle.

"Sorry, it's been a while since… My powers aren't totally in control right now." She admitted; it was hard to concentrate on the task at hand when so many things were happening in her mind. "Just let me focus." She lets out a deep breath, "јеботе, ово се стварно дешава. (Fuck, this is really happening)." Finally, after a few seconds she shook some of her nerves away.

With a hurry, she makes the first move by cupping his face and forcefully smashing her mouth to his. Their lips crashed and she could barely hold back, weeks of anticipation radiating inside her as their tongues danced.

Peter felt his cock harden as he lost any reservations of where he should be touching her and traced his hands down to Wanda's ass. It was as if the low-cut dress wasn't even there as his fingers slid passed the fabric and grabbed onto her soft skin, he gave her a much-needed squeeze and slapped both of her cheeks. This caused the Witch to gasp, unprepared by his rough action. Peter didn't care one bit as he lowered his hands down a little further and pulled her up against the bulge trying to escape his jeans, she locked her legs around his hips as he pulled her up and moved to the bed.

Wanda knew that it must have been the affect of her magic. Maybe the sexual frustration she had built up had trickled onto him as it was a little hard to control her powers due to the exhilaration of the moment. Even if it wasn't her magic that was giving her boyfriend increased libido, it made her feel wet just thinking about how she turned Peter on to such an extent. That he wanted her.

She felt the air get knocked out of her lungs as Peter held her up with both hands and effortlessly drop her onto the bed. It made her feel powerless, and at the same time made him that much more powerful. Peter looked down at her with hungry eyes, his usual bubbly, innocent expression replaced with desire. He unbuttoned his plaid shirt, making sure to do it in a slow pace so that Wanda had to wait that much longer. If he played his cards just right, then she would unable to walk for the rest of the night. He was going to make lover to her like his life depended on it.

After the first layer of clothing, he pulled this t-shirt over his head and threw it onto the ground. He loved her reaction to see his naked abdomen, especially how Wanda couldn't help one of her hands unconsciously moving closer to her womanhood. She had been teasing him for the past month, and now it was time to return the favor.

Wanda eyes were glued onto his well-defined chest, the ripples of his eight-packs, the broadness of his shoulders and tone in his arms. She thanked that damn radioactive spider that bit him, and whatever divine deity that allowed her to cross paths with the dork. She propped herself up on both elbows and reached out to touch him. Wanda was denied such pleasure when she felt both her ankles being cuffed by his heated hands, with a pull, she fell back onto the soft mattress as her legs draped down to the edge of the bed.

He hovered over her body and took her lips once more with his. Felicia had taught him well, women aren't men. They are biologically different, emotionally different, while men could get it off just by penetration, women more often then not needed foreplay. And he aimed to satisfy. Yet again, when the Witch expected him to continue kissing her, he pulled way. A smile made it onto his lips as he heard her whipper in disappointment, the thumping of her racing heart pounding in his ears.

He began to trail wet kisses down her neck, a long lick to her left collar bone that sent shivers down her stomach and all the way south to her sex. Peter could feel goosebumps flutter out of her pale skin as he slid his tongue down to the bottom of her cleavage. With a demanding pull he parted the top of the dress, her ample breasts bounced out of their constraints.

Peter had waited so long to see her in this state. Even though the room was partially lit he could make out every curve: beautiful, perfect, and sexy. He couldn't describe the pleasure his eyes were witnessing as he cupped her with his hands. Feeling the nice mounds in his palms, there was just enough mass to feel some of her skin move in between the cracks of his fingers. He messaged her, watching as Wanda arched her back and closed her eyes. Huffing in pleasure.

There was no going back, Peter told himself. He let go of her breasts. Getting off of the bed and down on his knees, he slid his hands elegantly down her stomach and thighs, moving the dress aside. He wanted to touch every single part of her body until all she could think about was him. As he reached her stockings, he wondered how Wanda wanted him to take it off. "These aren't your favorite pair of stockings, right?"

Wanda shook her head in response. Hastily, he grabbed the thin fabric and pulled it- producing a loud rip! Another pant escaped Wanda's mouth as she felt the heat rush up to her cheeks. As expected, black panties. It was all that was left to remove before he could see all of her. Peter let out a hoarse breath, all he wanted to do was tear those off too, but he had plans. He used his index finger and curled the insides of fabric. As she felt his finger grazed her lips, her walls dripped in anticipation. The Sokovian arched again, his soft touch sending pleasure coursing through her body. He pulled the panties a little, testing the elasticity, with a little tug he let it go, the band slap her pussy. "Ahh-!" Wanda moaned while grabbing two fists full of the bed covers; the teasing was torture, she wanted him in her to badly.

He continued to tug and pull at the panties, making sure the fabric rubbed her clit and pressed between her labia. Wanda bit down on her lips, desire filling her mind as her body became one huge sex organ that was skillfully being played by Peter. After a few more minutes of pulling the fabric, Peter backed up and paused so that he could have a good view of her. Laying on his bed, her stockings still cling onto her feet while the dress was all crinkled up around her stomach, breast fully uncovered. Her eyes were still closed, yearning for his touch again. Content with the work he had put on her. Peter lowered his head and placed another kiss on her stomach, trailing downwards.

Wanda's eyes shot open when she realized what he was planning to do.

"Peter!" She moved his head away and threw the fold of her dress back in place. Wanda was terrified, they were getting pretty hot and heavy, but she wasn't expecting him to go down on her. In fact, never had one of her multiple partners done so with her or she with them. It was frightening, she didn't want to feel obliged to do the same. The act of oral sex in her mind just seemed dirty and too intimate.

He took her hand on top of his head and lightly moved it away. Peter watched her with attention. Wanda stared at him with conflict, she could tell that Peter wasn't willing to do anything she didn't want, the sincerity in his eyes melted any doubt. She trusted that Peter knew what he was doing, closing her eyes again she gave him a single nod.

He only partially enjoyed the act; the real thrill came from hearing and seeing the way his partner reacted. Peter didn't go straight for the kill, instead he began at her knee cap. Planting a precise trail of kisses down to her inner thighs. He could feel the trembles in her legs as he moved further in. Finally, he planted a soft caress on the outer bounds of her moist panties, gradually he moved the fabric aside to witness her bare in front of him, so wet and ready. He kissed her right lip, then left, using his hands to hold her legs down as they uncontrollably jerked.

Nudging his himself between her, he places her legs on top of his shoulders and down his back as he continued to tease her to no end. Paying no attention to her opening. Frustration was what the Scarlet Witch was feeling as she let out needy moans, Wanda didn't know just how much she needed a man's kiss on her womanhood until now. "јебено то уради! (Just fucking do it!) " Wanda demanded.

Peter had no idea what she said, but he loved it when she spoke Sokovian for no apparent reason. Her accent so sexy, the way she spoke was so sinful. The love taps on the sides of her lips stopped; Peter breathed at her entrance. The warmth causing her pussy to spread open itself. Sticking out his tongue, with great control he pressed it at the lower ended of her vagina. He felt her struggle in his grasp as Wanda dug her head back, her hands grabbing at his hair. She lets out a lovely grunt.

He slowly moved the muscle in his mouth. The wetness from his saliva and her juices mixed as he lapped upwards. It must have taken over fifteen whole seconds to finally get to the top. Reaching the tip, he gave her clit a quick flick with his tongue before finally entering into her. Wanda let out an Earth-shattering scream, her hands yanked at Peter's hair in sexual pain. Orgasming on his mouth.

Peter popped his head upwards. "Shh, my neighbors may h-." Without warning, Wanda pulled him back down. She didn't want to hear it; his neighbors can go fuckoff for all she cared. The brunette needed this; it wasn't like anything she had experienced before. Actual care and love, that's what she had been missing all these years, and she wasn't about to let it get ruined. She began to trib against his mouth, as his tongue continued to go in deeper. Occasionally he would take a break by sucking her bead. Wanda's hips began moving at their own pace, taking control of how fast she wanted to go. One hand gripped Peter's head in place while anther covering her mouth to muffle any more screams.

She felt another object enter her; it was Peter's finger. Gritting her teeth and tightening her eyes, Wanda seized Peter's pillow and yelled Sokovian profanities into the cushion. She hated him, hated how he had now spoiled foreplay for her. She felt his digit move at an increasing pace, the inside of her walls gripping his finger. Suddenly, he turned and began to scratch. "Cвето јебено срање Peter!" She grunted, unable to control herself as she felt like a balloon that was about to burst. With a violent quiver, she wasn't able to warn him in time as she squirted copiously on him.

Peter was taken back, he wanted to move but her thighs were like steel bars hold him in place. He felt the warm stream splash on his face, shocked, he let her finish the orgasm before breaking away from her grasp. The nerd wiped some of the liquid off his face with the palm of his hand. "You didn't spill water on my computer, did you?" He joked.

Wanda had no response, her body still trembling from the orgasm. Panting away, naked but clothed, and red in the cheeks from embarrassment. Her skin was beginning to get sticky from the sweat that had developed. Wanda positioned her forearms across her face to hide her shame but let out a giggle. "I'll get you a new one."

Peter laughed; he couldn't believe how sexy she was. He got back on top of her and the two moved to the center of the bed. "Do you still want to continue?"

"Yes." She breathed, though unsure how much more she could handle.

Peter reached over to the drawer and pulled out a small box. He scanned the labels, "looks like they aren't expired yet."

The brunette let out a laugh. "You are seriously concerned about that."

"Safety first." He said playfully but with true intent. He reached out and pulled the rest of the dress off Wanda. She then wiggled out of her ruined stockings and panties, fully naked for his viewing pleasure. Peter's confidence abruptly began to fade as he began to worry about what she would think of his little friend. He didn't know how many boys she had been with; he wasn't curious about that part of her past. However, he still had this aching feeling in the back of his mind that he wouldn't live up to expectations. Besides, he's only been with two other girls, and those two were the exact opposite of each other. MJ would never tell him if he did something wrong, while Felicia would scold him all the time, be it a playful manner. He let out an exhale and unbuckled his belt. Pulling down his pants until he was only wearing his boxers.

Wanda let out another laugh. "Really?" She pointed at the Spider-Man themed underwear.

"They are very popular, and silky smooth for your information." He gripped the elastic band holding the fabric in place. There was a moment of hesitation, 'this is really happening' he shook his head and finally pulled them off. His near fully erect penis springing loose.

The Witch eyed him, impressed. He was on the larger side when compared to her previous partners. Sex wasn't a big deal for her, there was no spoken taboo about sleeping with people before marriage in her country. A lot of Eastern Europeans just found it as a way of expressing passion to their partners, or a way to escape the desolate reality of their lives for a few minutes or hours. For a split second she wondered which group she would fit in. No, this was definitely the first one. Right?

With eagerness she reached out to touch him. Her fingers sent shivers jolting through Peter's cock as she gently began to move back and forth, taking it on with both hands as he grew. Her man let out a low huff and peeled the wrapper to retrieve the condom. Once he was fully erect, Peter began putting it on.

Wanda sensually scooted back until she rested nicely on his pillow. She gracefully divided her legs and gave him a quick little show as she licked her pointer and middle fingers, seductively moving them to the entrance of her pussy, giving her lips a spread. She was at peak arousal, the Sokovian wanted him to see how she played with herself. Peter could feel his head get a little light from the rush of blood filling his cock as he crawled over to Wanda and gave her a deep kiss. Making sure to take in her lavender shampoo smell, and light strawberry perfume.

Peter trailed his knuckles across her right cheek, moving a strand of damp sweaty hair that clung to the side of her face to the back of her ear. He peered at her with care, as she looked at him with reassurance. Getting closer, he positioned himself until he felt the tip of his cock touch her entrance. Wanda bit down on his lower lip, a wheeze coming out of her throat as she felt him push deeper.

First the head, and then with a little effort he thrust into her.

They both let out an airy grunt as Peter moved an arm under her back and pulled her closer. Her walls were ever so tight, it felt like he could cum right then and there. Gritting his teeth, he fought the urge and just had her sit on him, not moving at all. Wanda straddled him, letting her legs slip behind his hips to give him more entrance. She let out another sweet moan of pleasure as her insides began to take his form. It's been years since she had done this, and she is having one hell of a good time.

He kissed the bottom side of her left ear and then rested his head right above her breasts. Giving her nipples some attention as he tugged with his teeth. His hands cupping her plentiful ass as he started to slowly move her back up and down. It wasn't full length thrusts as he wanted to have as much of him inside her as he could. Only allowing for exact movements, a centimeter at a time. Peter felt Wanda embrace him harder, squeezing him closer to her chest. He could hear her heart jump in rapid succession, it was so loud to him but quite to the world.

They continued with their semi-thrust-and-grind for a few minutes until Peter was used to the clenching of her sex. Affectionately, he shifted positions and placed her back against the bed until they were in missionary. His thrust becoming longer and deeper. He closed his eyes, feeling such unbelievable pleasure. He missed this feeling; it's been a nearly a year since he had done this.

"Погледај ме." Wanda cupped his face with one hand.

Peter knew exactly what she meant as he peered into her warm blue eyes. She adored the feeling of his muscles and abs rubbing against her stomach, and the solid foundation that was his back. The Sokovian moved her hands to grip the side of his lats. With each thrust she had to squeeze harder to not be overwhelmed by the sensation, digging her black polished nails into his skin. She wanted to watch his face, to see the way he reacted to her. Especially, his eyes, his warm, loving eyes that told her that he was willing to take on the world if it meant doing what was right.

Peter moaned; it was music to Wanda's ears. Feeling his tip pulse as it reached the end of her entrance, Wanda felt another wave of pleasure run through her. Arching her back and head, she grunted. Peter kept one hand focused on her breast while another holding her head to keep her eyes on him. His movements got more intense, faster, deeper, bolder.

"I- I am- I…" Wanda was about to blurt out the three words that he dreaded and loved at the same time.

"Don't say it." He told her. Every time he got intimate with Felicia or MJ and they said those words it instantly made him lose control. He couldn't help it, and he was not going to allow that to happen now.

The command made Wanda even more excited as she obeyed. Her mouth opening wider to taking in air with each trust. Her breaths got heavier, the sweat from her forehead running wild. Peter watching in pure joy as she rolled her eyes in pleasure. To his surprise her eyes began to light up. At first the pupil started to flicker with red, gradually the blue iris became a crimson, and finally her whole cornea. "Ah-!" She yelled in delight, giving into to another orgasm.

Peter sped up, faster and faster, until he let out one final push. He felt like melting into warm jelly as he came an inhumanly amount of semen into the condom. Feeling the rubber flood and his fluids ooze out a little. He continued to pump into her, until finally exhaustion had taken its toll.

How different of an experience this was, usually fucking was fucking, nothing more for Wanda. However, this was in a league of its own. She wondered is this what making love felt like?

"Hi Peter." She huskily repeated the line at the pizza place where they had dinner so the first time. The pickup line which brought them to this moment. She felt him give off a chuckle before touching his forehead against her's, the two stayed connected well after their orgasms, catching their breaths. Peter felt let his upper half go weak as he pulled out and slid down, finding a place to rest his head against Wanda's breasts. Her soothing fingers playing with his wet brown hair.

No words were exchanged for a while, until Peter pulled the condom off and threw it into the trash bin near the bed.

Peter was worried that he may have gone a little too far earlier or worst- disappointed her. He made a small movement to peer at his girlfriend's face, trying to read her thoughts. Wanda was looking away, giving her attention to different objects in his apartment. Her eyes dancing around the pictures of Peter and his friends, science posters, Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Lastly, focusing her gaze on several boards lined with Spider-Man related news clippings. She was lost in thought. Her beautiful face perfectly lit in the dark thanks to his lamp. Her damp hair a little messy, but irresistibly draping down her neck, and the slight twinge in her eyebrows that signaled something was troubling. All so beautiful to him.

More than anything she wanted to tell him that this was perfect. Though, if that was the case it could only mean one thing, and that was a line she wasn't ready to cross.

"Don't look too long, you might find something you don't like." She muttered.

Confused by her response, Peter nuzzling his head back into a comfortable position between her boobs. He wanted to say something to her but decided against it, he had not pushed her for information and wasn't going to do so now. Maybe she would eventually let her hard-shell crack, but not today. Peter was curious about her upbringing, a subject she rarely wanted to discuss. Maybe Wanda was caught up thinking about Pietro - whoever he is. Peter expelled the thoughts out of his mind. For now, he took the tender caress of her fingers in his hair as a good sign.

Little did Peter know, Wanda was actually used her mind reading powers to see what he was thinking, his thoughts made her smile.

'All I see is you'

XXXX

The two lay in bed, Wanda still caressing Peter while he rested on top of her. Not sure if they wanted to get up and take a bath, talk about something, make love again, or go to sleep. As the minutes trickled by, it looked like the last option was the definitive choice as Wanda felt Peter's thumping heart slow to a peaceful rhythm. She touched his sleeping face, wondering why in God's green Earth was this man with her? Wanda huffed and closed her eyes, bathing in this one moment. Hoping that it wouldn't end but knew that she was asking for too much.

Like clockwork, Peter's phone began to vibrate along the drawer. The half sleeping Peter instinctively reaching out and grabbed his device. He squinted at the caller ID. "Hello Captain, you found something?" He answered.

"Spider-Man, I got a lead on The Maggia, I need your help."

"The Maggia? That's interesting, a dying breed if I do say so myself."

"We'll thanks to you they were, but also thanks to you, when we took out Fisk and The Demons, there has been a power vacuum yet to be claimed. It seems like one of the families are about to make a move."

"Why can't we ever catch a break Yuri?"

"It's part of the job I am afraid. Last month the Feds raided one of the gang's warehouses. Found a very nice painting called The Maria, now it's in the Manhattan MOCA for display."

Wanda gave Peter a 'come on, just stay in bed' look, but Peter did the exact opposite. "Anything important about the picture I should know about?"

"It's worth millions for starters, could represent some kind of Mafia token, all I know is that they want to steal it back- tonight."

"Shoot, we'll why don't we send some of your patrol over there to guard it?"

"I have one unit there; I would send more but we are all spread loose trying to find Sable's equipment. Think you can drop by and give it a check, at least for a little bit?"

Internally, Peter made a groaned as he looked at the naked Sokovian shaking her head at him. The temptation to stay was beyond irresistible to most ordinary men, too bad he wasn't ordinary. "It's what I am here for Yuri, I'll keep a watch."

"Thank you, check back with you in a bit."

The line goes dead.

"Peter, come on." Wanda grabbed his face, wanting him to stay. He kissed her wrists and got out of bed, leaving her body feeling cold and lonely.

"The Maggia is no joke, I have been fighting these guys for years and it needs to end, now." He rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.

"You haven't even put your suit in the dryer yet." Wanda reminded him, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

The sound of boxes being throw around and the thuds of Peter hopping in the bathroom rang across the apartment. He had a backup suit, but this was the first time he had tried it on. "It's a little tight on the chest, but this will do." Emerging, he made a power pose. "Whaddya think?"

Wanda raised her eyebrow at the new outfit. It was a full body black suit; the only other color was the white of his eye lenses and a giant white spider across his chest. "Where did you get that?" She crossed her arms.

"Uh… it was a gift from an ex." He rubbed the back of his neck.

Wanda felt a vain in her forehead ever so slightly swell, deep breaths she told herself. Being too well spent to ask any further, she wiggled a finger, gesturing for him to come closer. Peter walked over and bent down, the Sokovian reached out and gave him a kiss on the mask "Be back before I wake up, or I will get mad." She warned.

"You just stay right there. I'll come right back." He gave her a salute and jumped out the window.

Wanda sighed, not knowing whether he intended to use that pun or not. She pulled the blanket over her exposed body and settled into the bed. Sleep would slowly take her that night as invasive thoughts plagued her mind, could she ever build up the courage to tell him how she truly felt?

Well I hope the first chapter to the new arc didn't disappoint. Took a little longer to get started since I am still not sure how crazy I want to make the plot. That's the first lemon I ever wrote, took some time as I wanted to have it to be steamy but sincere at the same time. Pretty vanilla compared to some of the stuff I found on this site.

Will there be more smut in the future? Not sure, I think this one scene served its purpose. But we'll see. Also, I know the suit Felicia gave him in the game has a red spider and lenses, but for creative reasons I turned it white. Thanks for reading and the support, drop a review if you can.

Next chapter… the reappearance of an old flame.