Charity:


Wanda hoped for a very good holiday with Peter. To put the stress and trauma of the past year(or five years, the snap caused a lot of confusion), behind them and look forward to a brand new year, full of interesting possibilities.

With Peter, Wanda did not feel too much pressure to make things the best. However, she wanted to make this Christmas special for Peter, given the fact he lost his aunt last year. Senseless, that, and he sacrificed his entire past to save his friends.

Wanda could give them back their memories, if Peter asked. But, the problem, and Wanda understood is, was the nasty domino effect it could cause.

She rifled through her things and found a picture of herself and Pietro through happier times. Family, it was something that was closer to the heart around the holidays. Especially the ones that were lost.

Wanda's phone went off. Perhaps she was feeling a bit charitable today, but she answered the phone, despite it being an unknown number.

"Wanda Maximoff?" the woman asked on the other end.

"Yes, who is speaking?" she asked.

"My name is not important, what you need to know is you're in terrible danger," the woman on the other end of the phone said. "The Mutant Response Division has acquired the plans for Stark's EDITH system and is planning to use it to create a program called Master Mold, which will regulate an army of giant robots called Sentinels which will hunt down and attack mutants. All mutants. Which includes you and Spider-Man."

"What?" Wanda asked. 'Is this some kind of joke?"

"I don't joke about something this serious," she said.

"But, Spider-Man is not….and I'm not either, I got my powers when HYDRA experimented on me," Wanda said, more to herself.

"Your powers were only activated through HYDRA's experiments, as was your brothers, and your father was experimented on you before you," she said. "And Spider-Man, Peter Parker if you prefer, his parents, Richard and Mary Parker, were experimented on by HYDRA, and it was only the spider that triggered his gifts, much like HYDRA's experiments did with you."

Wanda felt her blood run cold. She knew who Peter was. But, how? Who was this woman?

"My father wasn't…you're crazy," Wanda said.

"I'm not, I know him," she said.

"You knew my father?" Wanda asked skeptically.

"I know your father," the woman corrected. "His name is Erik Lehnsherr, and he's…"

"Look lady, if this is a prank call, it's not very funny," Wanda said. "My parents died, the people I loved as my parents. My birth mother died and I assumed my father always did. So whatever you're selling, I'm not interested."

Wanda realized there were items floating. She had to dial it down.

"Just look into him. Ask SHIELD. They'll know. Daisy Johnson can find out."

"Goodbye!"

Wanda did not mean to be so short, but this crazy woman calling her, was not putting her in a good mood. She wondered if she even bother Peter for something like this. He was currently looking into a job, to be an assistant at the lab of Doctor Curt Connors, and she really hoped Peter got it, after working so hard to achieve his exams.

Wanda made sure all of the room was in order and she breathed in heavily The phone rang again and Wanda recognized the phone.

"Hello, Agnes," Wanda said.

"Wanda, dear, I felt like I call you up, and wish you a Merry Christmas."

No sign, she was not the quirky sitcom neighbor that Wanda left her as. However, perhaps it was just experience, but Wanda really felt she needed to be on her guard. Just to be careful.

"Merry Christmas, Agnes," Wanda said. "So, how have you been?"

"Oh you know me, just keeping out of trouble," she said in a bubbly voice. "There's some strange man moving around outside."

Wanda wondered exactly who Agnes was talking about.

"What kind of strange man?" Wanda asked. "Did you call the police?"

"Oh, they're not interested in anything that's not at the bottom of a donut box, dear," Agnes said. "Besides, he'll go away. He's a rather stylish fellow. Green cloak and he's wearing a metal mask."

"Agnes, lock the door, and don't do anything," Wanda said. "I'll be right there."

"Oh, hon, you're there with your new boyfriend, you don't want to get involved in my business," Agnes said. "His hands are glowing….oooh…."

"Where is the Darkhold?"

The gruff rumbling voice echoed. Wanda quickly wrote a note to Peter, telling her where she was going, and teleported off to Agnes's house. She dropped down to the ground.

No one was there. Not Agnes, not the man in the metal mask, not anyone else. Wanda noticed the scorch marks on the carpet.

Wanda decided that she would not bother Peter when he's in the middle of orientation for a posisilbe job. However, she had someone else on speed dial she could use.

"Hey, Monica, we've got a situation," Wanda said. "It's Agnes."

"What happened?" Monica Rambeau asked.

"Get over to her old house in Westview and I'll explain the situation," Wanda said.


Peter Parker had the Spider-Man thing going again, but the Peter thing just suffered here. He was waiting for a meeting with Curt Connors.

"Hello, again."

Peter almost jumped halfway in the air when he came face to face with a grinning Gwen Stacy.

"So, Peter Parker?" Gwen asked. "Nice to know that there's a name to the face…and the cock."

Gwen kissed Peter, which he returned.

"It was amazing, the other night," Gwen said.

"So, you were let out of the safe house?" Peter asked.

"Well, I'm being watched, closely," Gwen said. "Dad's even more stir crazy than I was. He doesn't do hospitals all that well."

"Peter Parker?"

Peter turned his attention to a rather attractive redhead woman dressed in a lab coat, a button up blouse, and skirt.

"Yes," Peter said. "Ms…."

"Doctor Martha Connors," she said. "My husband will be meeting with you. He's just finishing up a meeting with one of the backers."

"There's no trouble is there?" Gwen asked.

"No, just standard problems," Martha said. "Thank you, Liz, I'll take it downstairs."

Peter sweared if this was a sitcom, there would be a record scratching sound. He came face to face with Liz Allan.

"Peter Parker, Liz Allan, Liz Allan, Peter Parker," Gwen said. "Or have you already met?"

"We've met," Liz said, with a frown.

"Yes, we've met," Peter said.

"How many women have you met, Peter Parker?" Gwen asked.

"A lot," Peter said.

Liz just looked at him.

"We'll talk later," Liz told him.

"We should clear the air," Peter said. "Didn't know you worked here as well."

"Small world," Liz said.

A sandy-haired man appeared at the edge of the steps. The most distinguish feature of him was that he was missing his arm.

"Peter Parker?" the man asked. "I see you've met two of my best volunteers, Ms. Stacy and Ms. Allan."

"I have, and you're Doctor Curt Connors," Peter said.

"You're going to ask about the arm, so ask about it," Curt said.

"I don't mean to be rude…."

"Well, as a scientist you should be curious, Mr. Parker," Curt said. "I served in Afghanistan. Lost the arm when it became infected and I have to get it amputated."

"Oooh, I'm sorry,' Peter said.

"Don't be, Peter, you weren't making that decision," Curt said. "Come in, and we'll talk. I've been looking at your test results and I've been rather impressed."


Curt nodded in response.

"You can start after the first of the year," Curt said. "I might not be able to pay you much money, for a while, but every bit helps."

"I'm just honored for the opportunity," Peter said.

"Careful, young man," Curt warned him. "You talk like that too much, and people will take advantage of you. There's a fine line between being modest and underestimating your worth greatly. You shouldn't talk that much."

"Well, it's an honor to work with you, sir," Peter said.

"It's an honor to work with you as well, another Parker," Curt said. "Your father was quite the genius back in his day."

"Wait, you knew my father?" Peter asked.

"I worked with him, along with Norman Osborn, to create a super soldier formula that had the potential to be even greater than Captain America's," Curt said. "Unfortunately, your parents died in a plane crash and Norman double-crossed me. Although the bastard got blew up for it, and it couldn't happen to a nicer person."

Peter remembered the Norman Osborn he met, who was responsible for his aunt's death. He wondered how different he was. Then again, this Connors was different, as in he was not a giant lizard man.

"Of course, given my financial problems, Oscorp still has majority share of the company, and they have rights…to the work I do," Curt said. "Hardy is the fairest, Anatasia Hardy. Fisk and Fiers, I would watch my back around them."

And with that, Curt's phone went off.

"I told you everything I had," Curt said. "There's certain lines we shouldn't cross and working with someone like Warren and his sketchy history is crossing a line….fine, I'll be there in an hour."

Curt just swore.

"Sorry, I've got to go," Curt said. "Enjoy the lab, if you need anything, Martha would be happy to help you…or Gwen and Liz….or someone. And I'll see you at work the first Monday in January."

The two men shook hands and Curt left the office. Peter really hoped everything was okay. However, he could feel a pair of arms wrap around him.

"Hey, Liz, we have to…."

Liz smashed her lips against Peter's and kissed him. The beautiful woman made out with him and ran her hands down his body, teasing every inch of his body. Her hips ground around him, teasing his manhood through his pants. Liz glided her fingers down his body and slowly gyrated against him.

"I know there's a reason," Liz said. "But, we'll talk about it…first I need this cock.

Liz almost closed the door, but Gwen stopped her and slipped in. Gwen grinned.

"Well, looks like we're each other's alibi today," Gwen said. "Martha's down in the lower lab. We're the only three that are up here…as long as we clean up afterwards…no one will have to know."

Gwen kissed her way down Peter's body. She joined Liz in being down on their knees and worshipping the thick cock of the man before them. The man they knew was Spider-Man. And they could not resist getting that cock into their mouth again, sucking him off.

Peter lowered Liz's lips down onto his cock. She sucked him hard while Gwen sucked his balls. The two beauties worshiped Peter's rod and balls like it was their job. Their mouths worked him over. They made a lovely sound when they popped around his rod.

"The two of you…you're too much," Peter said.

Liz slurped, feeling that cock going into her mouth. She had a feeling something was very familiar about Peter. But, there must be a reason why she could make the connection. Gwen joined her in taming this big fat cock. Peter pressed his rod down into Liz's mouth and with another push, he emptied into her mouth.

Peter unloaded in Liz Allan's mouth. It was without warning, but she took him. Peter pushed his rod down into her throat and filled her, with an immense amount of batter. Liz lowered her lips down onto Peter's tool and sucked him, as loud as possible, letting him echo through the room as he finished deep inside of her mouth. Liz wrapped her lips around him and finished sucking him as he spurted into her warm, delicious mouth. That cum finished flooding between her lips and into her mouth.

Gwen slammed her lips onto Liz's with a kiss. Even after that insane encounter she had with Peter and Wanda the other night, she wanted more. Peter was willing to give it to her. His tongue slipped into her pussy from behind and he devoured her pussy, making her shake and moan when Peter ate her out. Peter's tongue danced back and forth between her lips and made her insides just drip when he slipped his tongue down inside of her. The web slinger made out with her nether lips and made her shake.

That cock was hard, once more. Peter leaned in and slipped his cock down into Gwen from behind. Gwen lowered her mouth into Liz's pussy and ate her out. Peter slipped his hands down her body and thrusted down into her. His balls swung back and forth.

Gwen enjoyed that big fat cock slipping deep inside of her from behind. The web slinger shoved his rod down into her. Gwen's pussy tightened around him. Liz grabbed onto Gwen's hair and guided her mouth down into her pussy.

"Get me…good," Liz breathed. "I can't wait to ride that big fat cock. Yes, oh yes!"

Liz came hard for the thought of Peter's cock inside of her again. She had thought about him constantly and the fact she would meet him again, was impressive.

The second Peter pulled out, Liz climbed onto her lap. Her eyes flared with lust when she lowered down onto him. Liz's hot box tightened around him. Peter groped her ass.

"We should have done this a long time ago."

Something clicked into her mind. The sheer force of Peter obliging her made remember everything she needed to. The lust she felt for him, just burned up her body. Peter kissed her nipples and sucked him. The faster Liz bounced, the further his rod slammed into her. Liz tightened around him and milked him hard.

Gwen watched Liz ride their man vigorously. They tested the durability of the desk. Liz rose and dropped onto him. Her skin slapped against Peter's balls and rocked him.

"Make her explode on your cock," Gwen said while licking her lips.

Liz let out another cry when she exploded all over his cock. Her pussy milked him hard when she rained those juices down onto him. Peter kissed those nipples, making her just explode for him.

"I needed this for way too long."

Gwen took Peter's cock, fresh with Liz's juices into her mouth and sucked on it. Those warm lips just bobbing up and down on his length felt another jolt going through his body. The web slinger slipped his rock hard rod down into Gwen's mouth.

If the durability of the desk was tested by Liz riding Peter, it was really tested by Gwen doing likewise. Gwen lowered herself down onto Peter's cock. Gwen let out another cry, biting down on her lip, as she descended down onto his cock. She rose up and down onto him and Peter pounded the hell out of Gwen as she rose and fell onto his manhood.

The second Liz recovered, Peter was on top of her and fingering her. He pulled out of Gwen and slammed deep into his first crush. Liz tightened her walls around him.

"I don't know why I lost those…."

"Reality warping spell," Peter said. "Although, there's a fault in it, apparently. I'm going to have to ask Wanda….when I get home tonight."

Liz thought that was fair enough. She only responded by feeling Peter going into her. He turned her and had both her and Gwen on all fours. Peter took turns fucking them both doggy style. Gwen and Liz kissed each other, enjoying getting to know each other just a little better.

It was funny how bonding over a common interest could work out well. That was the thought that entered Liz's mind as Peter's big fat cock slammed into her body. Peter pushed down into her and rode the hell out of Liz, making her pussy tighten and wrap around him.

Liz did her best to milk Peter's big fat cock. However, Gwen wanted it just that much more.

The brainy blonde shoved herself down onto Peter's cock and bounced a little faster, a little hotter, a little tighter.

"I swear, I want to clear a day to test your limits," Gwen gasped.

"I'll help," Liz said.

"Well, I doubt there's going to be shortage of volunteers," Gwen said. "Cum for me, stud."

"Oooh, yes," Peter groaned.

The walls of this blonde minx wrapped around him. Gwen rocked back and forth around him, her tight walls tightened around him and squeezed him. Peter worked his hips against her while casually fingering Liz to a finish. He pulled her over and sucked on her nipples and then Gwen's.

The trio came together. Peter blasted a huge load into Gwen's pussy. She screamed when he filled her up. Peter drained his balls into Gwen's tight pussy. Her eager walls hugged him and released his seed inside of her. Peter grunted and finished filling her up.

The moment Peter pulled out of her, Liz started to tease Peter's cock with her lovely legs and feet. Lust burned through them as, Peter flipped Liz over and slammed down into her. Liz clawed into his back.

"Oooh, Pete, if I knew you were like this, I would have never let you go so easily!"

Liz dragged her nails down Peter's back. It would be a miracle if no one heard her, especially with Gwen and Liz both vocally screaming for Peter's prowess.


Martha Connors had been gobsmacked, and yet at the same time, rather intrigued, the more she saw Peter Parker in action.

Curt was a good man with a lot of demons. But, there were certain aspects of their marriage that he neglected for a long time.

When Gwen remarked that there were no shortage of people that would want Peter to experiment, a naughty little devil on Martha's shoulder said "sign me up."

No, she was a married woman and a mother. She should set a better example. A good example. Infidelity was not a good example for anyone.

Then again, Martha could not resist watching and dreaming. Surely, that was not a crime? The lustful redhead MILF moved to the break room before she was caught with her hand in the nookie jar.

How big was he anyway? Martha wanted to measure Peter fully stimulated. For science.

For science.


"It's the good shit, bro."

Out behind a warehouse, the Tracksuits were busy moving some crates. At least until several lines of webbing shot down.

"Looks like you're in deep shit, bro," Spider-Man said.

Wanda was busy helping out a friend, at least that's what her note said. This gave Spider-Man more than enough chances to fight with his old friends, the Tracksuit Mafia.

"It's Spider-Man, shoot him!"

"Really?" Spider-Man asked. "Quick trigger? What does your wife think of that?"

The guns closest to Spider-Man failed, and it was obvious why. Black Cat dropped down to the ground and knocked one of the goons down to the ground. The others fled, but unfortunately they hit a corner in the truck and the merchandise fell out of the truck.

"This is mine now," Black Cat said.

"Felicia," Spider-Man said reproachfully.

"Kidding, kidding," Black Cat said. "So, what do we have here?"

Something fell out of the pocket of one of the Tracksuit goons. She looked at the memo.

"Oh, the charity auction tonight," Felicia said. "The gala….Mother dearest will have a flip out if I'm not there."

"Right, family drama," Spider-Man said.

"Although, this is more interesting," Felicia said. "Seems like the criminal underworld is having a black market auction tonight. And there's going to be a lot of big stuff. At the same time, under ground. Lots of stolen goods, lots of really bad people. Seems like the type of thing that Spider-Man would break up."

"Are you serious?" Spider-Man asked.

"Very," Black Cat said. "And I'm currently lacking a plus-one. So what do you say? I'll get you a suit, and we'll be good to go. And then we'll sneak downstairs and see what the big guy is doing."

"The big guy?" Spider-Man asked.

"Well, he's called the Kingpin, nothing gets done without him," Black Cat said. "Never directly dealt with him, only his underlings. But, he's a big deal."

The Kingpin, well Spider-Man heard a rumor regarding a big time crime boss. And Captain Stacy did get a bit too close to the action.

"I think it's time to get to the bottom of this," Spider-Man said.

"Well, with the scum at that auction, the bottom can be pretty low," Black Cat said. "Now, let me see if I can find you a suit that fits…my secret lair is close by."

"Secret lair?" Spider-Man asked.

He was completely incredulous about the entire thing.

"What, don't you have a Spidey-Cave?" Black Cat asked. "Fine, it's my penthouse, happy."

Spider-Man watched Black Cat lead the way, the skintight outfit fitting her ass greatly. He texted Wanda to tell her where he was going.

Just another night of web slinging. He and Black Cat made their way to "The Cat-Lair."

Did not seem right in his head.

To Be Continued.