Author's Note: Before we begin, I have just done a bit of re-editing on the first chapter of Disney Princesses: Extermination. I kind of felt like that chapter of that story was too long winded and didn't sell the rest of it very well. But Disney Princesses: Extermination is probably my best fanfiction. It's an action-packed fantasy epic where the Enchantress from Beauty and the Beast is trying to kill off every royal in the world, starting with the Disney Princesses. The story is already complete. It has over 100,000 words and there's a shorter spinoff which is also already finished. AND I'm thinking that my next fanfiction after Never Break is going to be another Disney Princesses story which will be mostly about Encanto. If you're enjoying my work, I highly encourage you to check out Disney Princesses: Extermination.
Spider-Man and MJ: Never Break
Chapter 7 the Attacker
MJ opened the window for Spider-Man right before he got back from fighting the Developer. "Nice job, Tiger," she said as he climbed back in.
"Thanks. That was a good idea to get that guy to confess. It's a shame that she got away, though."
MJ didn't think it was such a shame, but she wouldn't say so. "What matters is that you got the truth out."
As soon as Peter got back into his caul clothes, he got a text from Aunt May. "I'm sorry I forgot to tell you sooner. We got a letter for you yesterday. It should be on the kitchen counter."
"I've got mail," Peter told MJ before going to the kitchen to find it.
"What is it?" MJ curiously asked.
"It's a letter from a friend," Peter said, opening it up and walking back to the living room.
"An actual paper letter in twenty twenty-two?" MJ asked, sitting backwards on the couch and leaning on the cushion. "Must be a pretty serious relationship for that kind of formality. Do I have some competition?" she asked jokingly. Well, she was half-joking, but she made it sound like she was fully joking.
"Well, the communication options are a little limited in a juvenile detention center."
"You have a friend in there?"
"Yeah. A lot of prisons let you send emails, but his doesn't. I don't mean to ignore you, but I want to read this now," Peter explained apologetically.
"Please. Don't mind me."
"Thanks. It's Eddie and he doesn't-"
"Eddie?! As in . . . Venom-Eddie?"
"Yeah. He made a few mistakes-"
"Like trying to kill you?"
"But he has a lot of excuses. He lost a lot because of me. And the symbiote messed with his brain. He's been on good behavior and he forgave me for . . . things." It hurt just to think about what those things were. "I visit him sometimes on top of our writing letters to each other."
"I remember Eddie being so nice before he became Venom. That's actually really nice to hear," MJ said.
"Do you want me to read the letter out loud?"
"Sure."
Peter read off the letter, saying, "Hey, bro. I've been getting popular around here by letting my fellow inmates borrow the books you've been sending me; the fiction ones, anyway. They weren't interested in the science papers."
"You should send him porn magazines. That'll boost his reputation," MJ suggested.
"Do you think they would allow that in a juvenile detention center?" Peter questioned.
"If they don't, I have a few fashion magazines they might get off to. There's some pretty sexy pictures in there," MJ said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"You collect magazines?" Peter asked curiously.
"Yeah. I know it's considered outdated to buy magazines, but I like to support the industry since I want to be a model."
"Well, that might not be a bad idea." Peter lifted Eddie's letter back up and read aloud again. "I got in a fight recently. Don't worry, the other guy started it. Well, he threw the first punch, but it all happened because I yelled at him for insulting Spider-Man." Peter lowered the paper and spoke for himself. "I wish he wouldn't do that. I've got enemies in there. It's not safe for him to side with me." Peter lifted the letter back up and said, "I tried telling them it was his fault, but I think this is going to affect my good behavior record. But we both knew I wasn't getting out of here for a while anyway. I wanted you to hear about it from me first. I was afraid some security guard would tell you that I beat him up for no reason."
"I'm sorry, Tiger," MJ said soothingly. "We should write him back. Maybe he would like to hear that you have a hot, new girlfriend."
"I'm not sure if I want to remind him of what I've got and he hasn't," Peter said, dejected. "He'll get out of there eventually," Peter said, trying to be a little more optimistic. "I'll write him back later. It doesn't have to be right now."
"Okay. I'll get you those magazines soon."
"I might look through those myself before I send them over," Peter teased, sitting down next to her on the couch.
"You should," MJ encouraged. "You might get a few gift ideas for me."
"You think so? How many models should I buy for you?" Peter joked.
MJ took a second to think that question over. "However many you think I can handle in addition to you, I guess."
"Handle?" Peter repeated, his brows lifted. "What exactly does 'handle' mean in this particular context?"
"What do you think 'handle' means?" MJ whispered breathily, leaning close to him.
"What I am thinking is not something to be said out loud in my very PG-13 home."
"You perve! 'However many I can handle' just means however many players I can beat at innocent board games!" MJ stared at him with a disgusted expression.
"Wait, you . . . I just-"
"No, I'm kidding. 'Handle' did mean what you were thinking," MJ said, dropping her fake expression of disgust.
"You . . . One day, I am going to learn to know when you're messing with me," Peter vowed.
"Never gonna happen, Tiger. We've known each other for two years and you're still a sucker for me."
''You know, one day, you're actually going to be mad at me and I'll think you're joking."
"You should just always assume that I'm mad until proven otherwise," MJ advised.
"That way I'll always fall for your tricks?"
"I knew you'd understand." After a bit of thinking, MJ asked, "Hey, uh . . . do you wish I wouldn't mess with you like that?"
"No, of course not," Peter said without hesitation. "I love that. I just wish I wouldn't fall for it."
"Would it help if I throw something at you whenever I'm actually mad?"
"Yes. That would be very helpful," Peter said, nodding.
Peter was thinking about the Developer when he went to bed. Sure, he saved lives, but the Developer got away. MJ had tried to assure him that the outcome was acceptable, but he got the feeling that she did that because she didn't care about the lives of any horrible boss that the Developer would target. Still, he had to thank her for suggesting the idea of getting a confession in front of the camera. Not only did that convince the Developer to use non-lethal weapons against him, it also did a lot of good for many other game developers out there. An interesting thought was that maybe it was good to have someone with such different perspectives. He kept thinking about it until he fell asleep.
Peter was suddenly awakened by his spider-sense. Rattled by this never before experience way to wake up, Peter's eyes shot open to see an intruder about to plunge a dagger into his heart.
Peter grabbed the wrist of his attacker to stop the knife. Peter quickly ripped off his covers and kicked him in the stomach. The attacker grabbed Peter's leg and threw him against the wall. It was too dark to identify his attacker. All he knew was that this person was strong and likely knew he was Spider-Man.
The attacker came at him, plunging his fist forward. Peter jumped high enough to avoid the fist that punched a hole in the wall. Peter stuck onto the ceiling, not knowing if he should have. If that attacker didn't know his identity before, he did after seeing that.
The attacker jumped up to meet him, but Peter blocked the incoming punch and grabbed hold of him, hanging him up there. Peter hit him with his other fist while keeping him up there. The attacker tried to strike back, but Peter let go of the ceiling and the fall distracted him from an attempt at a counter attack. Peter landed on the attacker and hit him again on the floor.
The attacker plunged his knife at Peter, only grazing his chest as he dove back. The circumstances were suboptimal for Peter. Since he had been woken up mere seconds ago, having only gotten four hours of sleep, his vision was blurred and his thinking was foggy. On top of that, he didn't have his web-shooters on; they were in the drawer next to his bed and he didn't think he would get a chance to get them out. The attacker grabbed a trophy Peter had won in a science fair and threw it at Peter who managed to catch it. The attacker ran at Peter and tried to stab him again, but Peter used the trophy to knock the blade off course. Still running forward, the attacker crashed into Peter and slammed him against the bedroom door, breaking it open. They landed on the floor and the attacker quickly rolled off of him. Peter got up and found the nearest light switch in the hall. When he flicked it on, it took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light. His attacker was seen in light that was hard to look at. And what Peter saw made him question just how warped his vision was. It couldn't have been what it looked like at first glance, could it?
The attacker was clad in dark green body armor from the waste up and dark purple pants. His almost motorcycle like helmet was dark purple apart from the dark green mouth piece and the yellow lens. If it wasn't the Green Goblin, it was at least someone who took heavy inspiration from the Green Goblin. Peter couldn't handle the thought that this could be Norman Osborn himself, but who else would have known to find him here in Peter's home? The costume was different from what the Green Goblin wore before, but there could be any number of reasons for the change.
Whether he was the genuine article or a wannabe, the sight of him filled Peter with both fear and rage. Peter came at him and punched him over and over. The attacker tried to stab him, but Peter used the trophy to hit the fingers that held the knife, causing him to drop it. Peter dropped the trophy and used both fists to hit the attacker furiously, pushing him into the living room.
The attacker backed up, grabbed a couch and swung it at him. Peter caught the couch and pushed it into a collision with the attacker. The couch clattered to the side, next to the attacker who laid on the floor.
Aunt May ran into the hallway having heard the fighting. "Peter! What's going on?!"
"Stay in your room!" Peter shouted.
May was stunned when she saw the attacker, recognizing the similarities to the Green Goblin. Peter Pushed her back into her room and closed the door before turning back to the attacker.
The attacker struck Peter in the head, taking advantage of the distraction. Peter backed up as the attacker kept hitting him. Peter grabbed his incoming fist, jumped over him and landed behind his back, still gripping his fist. Wanting to get him away from May's room, Peter threw the attacker back into the living room.
The door to May's room opened and she emerged with a firearm in hand which she pointed at the attacker. The attacker looked at her, contemplating what to do. It was hard to imagine what was going on in his head due to his silence and concealed face. The attacker launched himself out the window, shattering it on his way out. He moved so quickly that May didn't even bother pulling the trigger, knowing she would miss. Peter ran to the window, hearing a faint yet familiar humming sound drift away. Peter poked his head out the broken window and looked around, trying to find him. But the attacker was already gone.
Aunt May breathed, "Was that . . ."
"It wasn't him," Peter said shakily.
"How do you know?" May asked incredulously.
"This guy didn't talk. The Green Goblin would never shut up. And this guy was way too easy to fight. The real Green Goblin was way tougher."
"Maybe he can't talk after what happened. Maybe it was just easier because you're more experienced now."
"He's dead!" Peter insisted, almost having a panic attack. "He's dead; he hast to be," Peter whispered.
"Peter, you . . ."
"Whoever he is, he knows I'm Spider-Man. For all I know, he might know about MJ. I have to make sure she's okay."
A loud knock pounded on the door. "NYPD! We heard there was some noise!"
Peter looked at May in panic.
"I'll take care of it. Go," May whispered.
"But they . . ."
"I've got this," she whispered, rushing to the door. On her way, she placed her gun on a counter so the police wouldn't be freaked out by her holding it.
Peter went back to his room and quietly closed the door. May opened the door only once she was sure Peter's door was closed. Well, it was at least as closed as it could be after it had been broken open.
Peter quickly and quietly dug out his web shooters and put on his stealth suit. He didn't want to use his regular suit because he wasn't sure if the attacker might follow him to MJ's house. As he changed, he heard a police officer ask, "Is there anyone else who lives here?"
"My nephew. But he's out tonight," May said.
Thankfully, the attacker had previously left the window open, so Peter wouldn't have to make any noise by reopening it. He finished changing into his all black, stealth suit and exited through the window just in time to escape the officers who entered his room to investigate.
Spider-Man swung his way to MJ's house, constantly looking around for followers and zig-zagging through obscure paths to throw off anyone who could've been watching.
When he arrived, Spider-Man crawled up the back of MJ's house, looked through the window of MJ's room and saw her sleeping peacefully. Spider-Man clutched his racing heart, sighing in relief. The attacker hadn't gotten to her; at least, not yet. Spider-Man took one more look at her just to be double sure. He worried that this might drift into stalker territory if he kept watching her sleep for much longer, so he crawled up to the roof. He looked around, watching for any attackers, but finding no one. Spider-Man sat down, unsure of how long he would be on that roof.
"Who was that guy? It couldn't have been him," Spider-Man thought. "He's dead. There's no way. But what if it was him? Is he gonna kill Mary Jane the way he killed Gwen? NO! I'm being paranoid to think that there's even the slightest chance. But if it wasn't him, how did he know my secret?!"
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Back Up Story
Thor and Hulk: False Pantheon
Chapter 4 Too Early for the Final Boss
After signaling to Thor the idea of asking Hulk for help, he told Heimdall, keeper of the bifrost, "My son may have need of the bifrost. Send him where he asks to be sent. Do not tell me where and do not ask him why." Not that Heimdall didn't know why. But he didn't ask questions when he sent Thor and Hulk to Oblious, right in front of the palace.
"So, you think we should start gathering freedom fighters or something?" Hulk asked.
"No need to waste time like that. We're just going straight to the king," Thor said, walking into the palace. Once inside, Thor and Hulk caught a lot of eyes. None of the guards did anything to stop them; they had been told that Thor was a god, and they considered it not their place to interfere with him.
"You think we might need some kind of plan?" Hulk asked.
"We're following the plan. The plan is go to Midgard, ask the Hulk for help, go to Oblious, and kill all the false gods."
"That part's air tight, but I was talking about after that. These people's government is run by their pantheon. There might be chaos when they're all gone. Just because the pantheon will be out, that doesn't mean the right people will be in charge or that they'll be able to function without a government."
"We'll find someone. And we'll put them in charge."
Hulk was getting uncomfortable. "You know, I'm starting to realize that, normally, the good guys in a story aren't the ones trying to invade a foreign land to kill all their leaders and rewrite their government; at least the good guys aren't the ones who started it."
Thor argued, "Ideally, governments change internally. But this government is stagnant. The same people have been in charge for hundreds of years. The only way this government can change is with new leaders. And the leaders they have are never going to give up their power."
Thor pushed open the door to the throne room, finding Xaxius right where he left him. With him was Dreya, false goddess of light and Llution, false god of the forests. Absent were Xaxius's concubines; apparently, whatever they were talking about 'wasn't for mortal ears'.
"Why have you returned to us, Thor Odinson?"
"We have come to free Oblious from your rule."
"Such an act of aggression. And I thought that there was peace between us and Asgard."
"Your war is not with Asgard; it is with me. . . . And him." Thor gestured to Hulk who waved at them awkwardly.
"Then it shall be a war most brief." Xaxius remained seated, not considering them worth his own trouble. "Dreya, Llution, take care of this."
Around Dreya's eyes were black lines that pointed outward like simplistic drawings of light emanating from the sun. Her long hair glowed white; as did her gloves and her bikini like clothes. Llution was covered from head to toe with red moss and black bark.
"Outside," said Llution with a gurgling voice. "Take us to forest."
With a flash of light and flick of her wrist, Dreya teleported all four of them to forest. Now in his element, Llution sank into the ground and borrowed his way through the dirt. He sprang back up right next to Thor and extended a series of tendrils that wrapped around him, lifting him up and constricting. Thor ignited with lightning, electrocuting Llution through the tendrils, forcing him to let go.
Llution extended his arm by twenty feet and morphed his fist into an oversized log to act as a hammer. Llution swung the hammer down at him, but when Thor swung his comparatively small hammer up, it was Llution's hammer that cracked and was knocked back, staggering Llution. Thor charged up Mjolnir and used it to shoot Llution with a continuous stream of lighting, causing Llution's body to burst into flames.
Llution thought fast as his body burned. He sank into the dirt again, smothering the flames.
Dreya flew through the air, shooting laser beams from her hands which struck Hulk from many different angles. Dreya flew just close enough to shoot a well-placed surge of light directly into Hulk's eyes. It would take a few minutes for Hulk's eyes to fully heal; for the moment, his vision was darkened and blurred. Dreya flew around and shot at Hulk again, this time worrying even less about him being able to retaliate.
Hulk quickly figured out her flying patterns judging by which directions the lasers were coming from and predicted where she was about to be. Hulk clapped his hands together with enough force to create a shock wave that knocked Dreya out of the sky. After she landed, Hulk ran at her, having heard her screams. Dreya created chains made of light that bound Hulk's wrists, anchoring him to the ground. Hulk thrashed about, yelling and pulling on the chains, but they didn't break. Dreya smirked as she floated near to his face, creating a blade made of light as she went.
Hulk broke the chains that bound him with ease and grabbed Dreya who made the mistake of floating right in front of him. Dreya was shocked to see Hulk shatter her strong chains with a single pull; especially after he seemed to be struggling at first. Of course, Hulk could have broken free from those insufficient chains at any moment. He was just pretending to be subdued so she would come closer. Hulk compressed his grip on her shoulders, crushing her ribcage and the organs within. Dreya's head craned back and light shined out of her eyes and mouth as if the light was being squeezed out of her. When she was dead, the light ceased; including the glow that had been on her hair and clothes.
Llution forged large boulders and threw them at his opponent. Thor knocked the boulders to the side as they came until one boulder got lucky enough to strike his upper body. Llution threw yet another boulder, but this one was caught by the Hulk who threw it back with far greater force, knocking Llution back. Llution sank into the dirt and popped up behind Hulk, about to strike. But Thor wrapped his arms around Llution and ignited with lightning. This time, Llution was unable to escape the flames due to Thor tight grip. And so, Llution burned to death.
Thor dropped Llution's charred remains and said, "Two down."
"But where are we?" Hulk asked. They were in the middle of a forest with no clue how far away they were from Xaxius's palace.
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter where we are," Thor assured him. He looked to the sky and called out, "Heimdall!"
The bifrost took them to Asgard. And then they had Heimdall send them back in front of Xaxius's palace. They walked right back in and found Xaxius in the same place as always.
"Victorious?" Xaxius asked, surprised and curious. "I thought Dreya and Llution would be up to the minor challenge." Xaxius finally rose from his seat. He clenched his fists and two giant, black gauntlets appeared at each of his sides, floating in place; each gauntlet was far bigger than Xaxius's entire body. The gauntlets mimicked his hands' movements, but only when he wished them to. Xaxius made a punching motion and the right gauntlet flew at Hulk, hitting him hard.
Thor rushed Xaxius, using a swing of his hammer to move him quickly. When Thor attacked, Xaxius was quicker to strike, knocking Thor back. After Thor landed, Xaxius raised his left gauntlet and hammered it onto Thor's back.
Hulk pushed the right gauntlet away. It rose up and pulled back as if winding up for another punch. Hulk prepared to hit the gauntlet next time it would come, but instead, the right gauntlet arranged its fingers like a gun and shot an erratic storm of energy that agonized Hulk.
Xaxius raised his left gauntlet about to hammer it onto Thor again, but he dove out of the way and threw Mjolnir at Xaxius who quickly dodged it and ran toward Thor with surprising speed. Xaxius hit Thor over and over, not letting Thor get in any hits of his own. Thor called back Mjolnir. It was supposed to hit Xaxius on the way back, but Xaxius grabbed Thor and moved him into position, causing Mjolnir to strike his back instead.
Hulk rushed in and struck Xaxius's head, having caught him off guard. Hulk hammered both his fists down on Xaxius who held up his arms, blocking the attack. Xaxius ducked and sent both his gauntlets to collide with Hulk, sandwiching him between them. Xaxius moved the gauntlets away and hit Hulk with his regular fists a few times. Hulk swung at him, but Xaxius dodged out of the way while sending his gauntlet to hit Hulk again.
With both Thor and Hulk laying on the floor, Xaxius had both his gauntlets assume gun configuration and unleash a storm of energy upon each of them. Thor and Hulk both screamed in agony as Xaxius kept the storms raging against them. They weren't sure how much more they could take. But then it stopped.
Xaxius held his chin, looking at them, intrigued and contemplating something. Xaxius pointed his gauntlet upward and shot a storm of energy through the roof, into the sky. He seemed to be sending a signal.
Xaxius willed both his gauntlets to dissipate and he marched out through the back door. "Come back here!" Thor demanded as if he could still defeat him.
"No! Don't listen to him! Keep going!" Hulk whined. They were both brutalized and were lucky to have Xaxius leave.
"Oh, goodie! I'm the first to respond to the summoning!" said a giddy voice. It was a short man with crooked limbs. Concealing his eyes were a pair of glasses with red, circular lenses. He wore an overly tall top hat and a matching, red trench coat; an odd clothing choice considering the lack of cold weather. "Greetings! I am Skalbar, God of Fools."
"Fools?" Thor questioned with a grin that defied his injuries. "You seem proud to be one."
"Tell me, Thor, are you a thunder bolt? I think not. You don't have to be a something to be the god of it."
"So what's your definitely not foolish reason for coming here?" Hulk asked, getting up from the floor.
"Who said I'm here? What stands before you is a hallucination from far away. But to answer a more proper version of your question, I am talking with you because King Xaxius has sent a signal for any god who notices it to come here if convenient. So really, you should be telling me why I'm here. You're clearly enemies of Xaxius. What grudge have you with him?"
"We are here to end the false gods' rule over Oblious," Thor said as Hulk helped him up.
"AH! Then you are enemies of all gods of Oblious!" Skalbar said excitedly. "Splendid. You must come to my home so we can have it out. Let me show you the way." Skalbar, or more accurately, the hallucination of Skalbar placed his fingers on Thor's head and Thor was flooded with a series of directions and images.
As the hallucination faded, Skalbar told them, "I look forward to your assassination attempt! I'll be sure to have a warm welcome ready for you. Now, you may want to leave. Any number of other gods could have seen Xaxius's signal and you're in no condition to meet them."
After Skalbar's hallucination was completely gone, Hulk said, "He's right. We barely got out of that alive. I think we need a little rest before we go god hunting again."
Thor wouldn't have taken a break if Hulk didn't suggest it, but he would have been foolish to keep fighting. "Right. We'll go outside and Heimdall will take us back to Asgard," Thor agreed for Hulk's sake.
The bifrost took them back to a golden room at the end of a multicolored, shining bridge. "No questions?" Heimdall asked, looking at their burns.
Thor nodded. "No questions."
Author's Note: That's what they get for trying to beat the final boss too soon. I assure you that there is an actual reason why Xaxius left them there instead of killing them; a reason that makes more sense than "It's not their time," or "Killing them is beneath me."
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