Chapter 11 An 8 legged scare

Peggy's point of view

After the viewing of those memories, Queen Shuri said

"We can take the rest of the day to process the memories."

Howard and I went upstairs… we were like a pair of horny teenagers

Once we are naked, we climb under the covers and once again we begin the act of cementing our physical relationship. Another tender romp begins when his lips gently nip at the sensitive flesh under my neck. I whimper, aching with desire, begging for release. Soon he has me melting and seeing stars… I recover, and return the favour. Next, he reels me in close, our lips meet. A seismic shift takes place, he's throbbing and weeping as he plunders my depths. Our thrusts in sync, hardening, accelerating, deepening. The moment comes, and the dam breaks, shrieks of ecstasy from both of us. Recovery comes, and with it the blissfulness of sound sleep. When we wake, we do it again, twice.

Soon enough, Okoye comes to escort us to the viewing room. Pepper is sitting on Tony's lap. Howard pulls me onto his lap.

"OK, you're not going to like this memory very much… it'll be quite scary"

"You mean it contains an 8 legged monstrosity?"

"Yes"

Howard and Tony both shuddered. I took Howard's hand and Pepper did the same with Tony.

*Memory 8*

Howard's point of view

Peggy was away at the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference. I was home alone… Ana and Edwin were on holiday in Boston.

I had assured Peggy that I would be OK on my own for a week, and I would have been if it hadn't been for one thing… the one thing I hadn't considered…

I breakfasted every morning at Wolfie's diner, I ate lunch at the office — Cecily brought me lunch every day the same way as she did for Obie. I ate dinner with Obie and Maria every night. Edwin had left me enough work clothes to last a week.

The one thing I hadn't considered, sneaked into my office.

I was working, typing out plans for the Stark Expo,

when I felt something crawl up my arm. I glanced, at it, it glared beadily up at me with its 8 creepy eyes and its hairy knees… It was sitting there bold as brass on my bicep, as though daring me to find the courage to flick it away… even though it knew I wasn't brave enough to do that. Did spiders have such thoughts? Were they even capable of conscious thought? Did they think at all? Were they the sort of creatures that made plans and had ideas, and… spider psychology shouldn't be this interesting to someone who is arachnophobic, right?

Obie's point of view

I heard a terrified scream from Howard's office and ran along the corridor as fast as I could…

"Where is it?" I asked, and then I saw it… the size of a silver dollar… 8 beady eyes, 8 long hairy legs and two sets of pincers that were snapping like fingers on a human. Howard was very pale and he was shaking uncontrollably.

"All right, let me handle this… sit real still, Howard…"

His breathing grew a little more laboured. I grabbed a glass, and a piece of card. I used the card to manoeuvre the beast into the glass and dropped it and the glass out of the window. Both the spider and the glass fell 5 storeys to the ground below. The glass broke with a loud tinkling crash. There was a thud behind me. Howard had fainted. I rushed him to the hospital. Then we got a call that sent both of us to the edge of a panic attack…