49: Symkaria Pride Parade

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After Tony's suit was ready, he quickly equipped it and flew to the bombsight, and took the crumbling buildings and structures in his eyes, etching the destruction caused by his weapons into his brain so that he wouldn't ever forget what he'd—willingly, or unwillingly—done. Then, he blasted every terrorist that came into sight.

There were tanks he obliterated; people, no they weren't people, he terrorists he killed, and many more things. But, as Tony watched the corpses of the terrorists he'd killed, he felt nothing. No sense of accomplishment, no sense of achievement. He felt nothing.

He just sighed and flew up to the clouds as military Humvees started swarming the place.

Meanwhile, Peter was sitting there, staring at everything from the start. This was probably the best time; he could gain Tony's trust easily. Thinking so, he opened a portal to Tony's house and left as well.

Peter teleported to Stark Industries' Headquarters, turned on his camera function so that he won't appear in the cameras, and cast an invisibility spell as well. Then, he infiltrated Stark's office, download all the data from the computer to a flash drive, and teleported to Tony's house, waiting for the man to arrive.

As he sat on the sofa, Peter pondered.

This would definitely cause a ripple effect. Big enough to change many, many things. Like this, Iron-Monger won't be born, and Tony would get Stane handed to the authorities too. Though Peter would still make sure that Tony ended up as Iron Man; he'd force the guy if he had to.

Peter wanted the cannon stuff untouched. After all, without that, he wouldn't be able to get a hold of the Infinity Stones.

Just then, Tony arrived, still in his suit.

"Hmm," Peter hummed while activating his Batman voice.

Tony turned over to him and raised his hands, readying his repulsors to shoot a beam at him at any given moment, but stopped once he saw that it was Spider-Man.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "You do know that you've infiltrated private property, right? Twice at that."

"Cut the bullshit, Tony." Peter sighed, tossing him the flash drive. "Has any and every dirt you need on Obie. He isn't what he appears to be; so be careful around him."

"What?" Tony was confused as he caught the flash drive.

"Anyways, I'm out," Peter said and turned invisible before he got out of Stark's mansion and opened a portal to Symkaria, more specifically, to Silver. He was in his Spider-Man suit, so there wasn't any problem with the guards or servants, so he could easily move about and ask for her whereabouts. Though, as it turned out, she wasn't there anymore.

"Where is she?" Peter asked the butler.

"Sir," the butler replied respectfully. "You have not been here for a while now, so you do not know, but she's left for New York City. There is a Symkarian Pride Parade going on in New York today."

"What?" Peter frowned under his mask.

He didn't remember anything like that, but it could just be that he hadn't just noticed due to being busy with Iron-Man stuff.

"Is that so?" Peter muttered, and got back into his room in the mansion before teleporting back to New York.

He just remembered there being a scene where Silver kissed Spider-Man. Edward had presumably read this issue of the comics because it was famous due to a single reason. Silver kissed Spider-Man.

But that kiss wasn't what Peter was worried about, he would like the kiss, actually. He was worried about the fact that there was a bomb in that parade, and Spider-Man had stopped that bomb. Since Spider-Man wasn't there right now, the bomb might just go off and kill countless people, including Silver herself.

Peter didn't care about some people, actually, he did, somewhat, but he cared about Silver dying because of that. He'd already worked on her so much, he wasn't going to let her die like that.

So, when he swung across New York and got to the place where it was supposed to be—it wasn't really difficult finding the place since it was quite famous right now due to the parade. When he got there, he purposely let himself be seen by Silver, who frowned upon seeing him and signed her men to move.

Peter, too, moved behind her.

Silver Sablinova frowned when she saw her student swinging towards her. He gestured at her, conveying something, and she understood that something ought to be wrong if he did so. So, she commanded her men to be on the lookout as she conversed with the mayor of New York.

She vanished from the car and followed Spider-Man, which lead her to Flash-Smasher, a criminal.

"How much time do we have?" Flag-Smasher asked one of his men.

"Ten minutes, Flag-Smasher," answered the man. "More than enough to get clear of the blast and fall out."

"Goo-" Before Flag-Smasher could say anything, Silver walked towards them, frowning hard.

"Or ample time for me to disable it," Silver said. "And plenty left over for a good thrashing."

"Silver-Sable!" Flag-Smasher gritted his teeth. "You Imperialistic bitch!" he growled and started running towards her, ready for a fight.

Silver wasn't in the mood, so she quickly made good work of them, and thrashed them around.

Flag-Smasher backed away for once and prepared to strike her from behind, using his robotic arm. Flag-Smasher was confident he could turn her into pulp with his arm, and that's why he swung, hard enough to fell elephants—probably—but couldn't hit Silver, as Spider came swinging and stopped him.

"How? How are you doing that?!" Flag-Smasher cried. "My robot arm has the strength of a hundred men!"

Spider-Man didn't listen to the man's bullshit and tore his robotic hand away. Then, he slapped the Flag-Smasher with it, sending the man tumbling away while Silver worked on the bomb to defuse it.

"Stop playing with him, I have work to do." Silver said as Peter stared at the robotic arm before storing it inside his [Inventory] for later research. "These imbeciles have no idea what kind of yield this bomb has. It could wipe out most of Manhattan."

"Is that so?" Peter asked, not in the least bothered.

"Quite," Silver reprimanded him. "This device is very amateurish," she said, looking over two leads on the bomb. "Either of these leads could set it off. Have to pick the right one-"

Peter sighed and approached her, patting her on her meaty behind.

"Maybe let me do that?" Spider asked her, touching her bum as he did so. Silver frowned.

"I think of the two of us, I have more experience in disarming explosives." She snorted.

"Well," Peter caught her by the waist before pulling her behind. "I'm the guy with super senses."

After saying so, Peter caught the two leads before using his spider-sense to his advantage, easily defusing the bomb.

"Spider," Silver walked up to him, a complicated look flashing across her eyes.

Peter was expecting the kiss she gave Spider-Man; to be completely honest, this was the reason Peter even bothered coming here.

"Yes?"

"Thanks." Silver said simply, and walked away.

'What? No kiss? Bummer…'

Peter sighed and stared at the window beside him. Just now, when she came walking towards him and their eyes met, Peter had used [Sexual Sight] on her.

And now, he was looking at the changes, somewhat annoyed that she didn't kiss him, but happy with the progress nonetheless.

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Affection: 30% (She considers you her student, is proud of your achievements and feels indebted to you for helping Symkaria by saving them today)

Love: 35% (Your flirty nature doesn't fit right with her, but the spark seems to have been blown into a little fire)

Horniness: 0% (she has absolute self-control)

Fear: 05% (You're stronger than her, so of course she'd fear you, plus your monstrous growth in a single day.)

Loyalty: 40% (Won't stab you in the back.)

Trust: 69% (Her trust in you has increased a lot)

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Peter followed behind her.

"Where now?" he asked her.

"Home."

"I can drop you there," Peter said.

"Well, I have a faster plane than anything you might have." She rolled her eyes.

"I mean, faster than a second?" Peter questioned and she stopped, turning to give him a look.

"You're joking." She crossed her arms under her breasts.

"Shall I give a demonstration, then?" Peter asked, walking closer to her. "Pardon my rudeness, but it requires physical touch." Peter bullshitted his way towards her waist, and caught her, grabbing her firm behind.

"You do know that I can destroy your nuts, right?" Silver question.

"You don't have to," Peter said and opened a portal behind her so that she won't be able to see, and got inside, closing the portal just after.

"See?" Peter said as she looked around, seemingly in shock.

"That was…"

"Impressive?" Peter asked. "My lady, you don't even know half of what I can do."

She stared at him, seemingly pondering over something before she cursed and walked up to him, and removed his mask halfway up.

"On behalf of the people of Symkaria, accept this reward." Saying so, she kissed him on the lips.

Peter was a bit surprised, but oh well, he leaned into the kiss, shoving his tongue inside her mouth. They kissed for a few moments before Silver backed away, and without saying another word, walked out of the room.

[Task complete! Kiss a woman who is not a "Permanent Partner"]

[+50 SP]

[16,350 /50,000 SP]

Peter sighed, and pulled the mask down. That was a bit unexpected—especially since he was expecting that she'd kiss him, but then, she didn't, and then she did—but he didn't mind; he quite enjoyed it, so not like it mattered anyway.

Afghan Desert.

There, in the scorching hotness of the desert, was a camp of the Ten Rings. There were different kinds of tents in there. Many black SUVs drove through, towards a certain tent before coming to a halt.

Obadiah Stane walked out of one of the SUVs, his bald head gleaming in the sunlight.

"Welcome. Compliments of Tony Stark." Raza said, wincing slightly; his brunt face still stung, quite badly so.

"If you'd killed him when you were supposed to, you'd still have a face." Stane mocked, angry that they hadn't managed to kill that brat. It would've been a lot easier if they had killed him.

"You paid us trinkets to kill a prince!" Raza growled, angered by the bearded man's words about his face.

"Show me the weapon," Stane didn't have time for this, so he just asked for what he was there for.

"Come. Leave your guards outside." Raza said as he and Stane walked inside a tent in the middle of the camp. "His escape bore unexpected fruit," Raza commented.

Obadiah Stane stared at the worn-out suit, the Mark 1 Iron-Man suit. His eyes glinted with a plan. It didn't matter how battered this suit was, with capable engineers and minds, it could be made into something that'd work.

"So this is how he did it," Stone commented.

"This is only a first, crude effort. Stark has perfected his design. He has made a masterpiece of death. A man with a dozen of these can rule all of Asia." Raza sounded quite hopeful. "And you dream of Stark's throne. We have a common enemy. If we are still in business, I will give you these designs... as a gift. And in turn, I hope you'll repay me with a gift of iron soldiers."

"Technology," Stane said, patting Raza's shoulder as he brought and used a small handheld machine to stun the man. "It's always been your Achilles' heel in this part of the world. Don't worry. It'll only last for 15 minutes. That's the least of your problems."

After that, Stane walked out of the tent, and towards the cars before getting inside one; it was fucking hot in here.

"Crate up the armor and the rest of it. All right, let's finish up here." He said to his men, who immediately complied, and did what they were asked of.

Obadiah Stane sighed, taking out his phone as he dialed a number and brought it to his ears.

"Set up Sector 16 underneath the arc reactor, and I'm going to want this data masked. Recruit our top engineers. I want a prototype right away."

It was time to make a robot.

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