50: Jessica Jones [01]

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After a somewhat awkward training session—for him anyway—Peter returned home, and slept soundly for the first time in a while; he didn't have any work to do today, neither did he have any project to work on. He was not in the mood to fuck May either, so he just slept like a log and woke early in the morning.

He did his morning rituals, and got to school; Gwen had another of her routine check-ups today, so she wasn't coming. Which only delighted him as he could go on another of his 'Midtown Hunt' but oh well, it wasn't so much a hunt as it was making progress with two certain girls.

Mainly, Jessica Jones, and secondly, Michele Jones—not so much on her, since she was quite an innocent little lamb; she needed a slow approach. Jessica, well, he was her crush, so it wouldn't take much effort. Probably.

Peter had to wait till lunch break to do anything though, but even in the lunch break, when he tried to spot her, he couldn't. Michele was sitting with them as usual, but Jessica? She couldn't be spotted anywhere. Actually, now that he thought of it, he hadn't seen her around for a while now. Sure, he probably could be wrong since his attention was rarely in school nowadays.

Peter sighed, and turned to Ned, finding his chubby fellow kissing Betty.

Peter grunted, "Can you not do that in front of me, please?" Peter asked.

Ned and Betty stopped kissing, with the latter a bit more flustered than the former.

"Well, you and Gwen certainly get lost in your world, it's fine. When I do it, I become unbearable?"

"Ned," Peter sighed.

"I'm kidding." Ned chuckled. "Or am I?"

"Enough with the bullshit please," Peter groaned. "Remember that girl who spies on me often?"

"Oh," Ned's eyes darkened. "That yandere?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah her. Where is she? I haven't seen her around much."

"Not much, you shouldn't have seen her around at all." Ned shrugged.

"Why?" Peter narrowed his eyes. Did something happen?

"Well, apparently," Ned said between bites of food. "She was on a trip with her family. They got into an accident."

"What?" Peter was surprised. He didn't know anything about that. Then again, he'd been a bit too busy lately, so he wasn't even sure as to what was happening around him anymore.

"Yeah," Michele chimed in from the side. "She's in a coma. Her family's. And the students call her: Coma Girl."

"That's horrible," Betty muttered.

Peter was surprised that this was happening already, but that wasn't what had him worried. Now, if he remembered it correctly, In the comics, Jessica was in a coma and woke up to Galactus wreaking havoc and the Fantastic Four face off against him. Meanwhile, in the series, there was nothing like the Fantastic Four involved, nor Galactus.

So, Peter was a bit worried.

The Fantastic Four were in this world, and so was Galactus. Now that begged the question; is this going to be similar to the comics, or the series?

Peter would definitely prefer if this was like the series, as he wouldn't have to worry about Galactus if that were to happen. He could only hope and prepare if Galactus were to arrive. Actually, what was even there to prepare? he wasn't ready for Galactus, not in the slightest.

Peter sighed, and continued eating his meal while his mind wandered about aimlessly.

His mood got foiled, so he didn't make any move on Michele, though he did compliment her a few times.

After school, Peter got home and booted his pc. Then, he started poking around to find any information he could on the internet, or hacking NYPD's database, coupled with some more stuff.

After an hour or two of typing and looking around, he managed to find what he was looking for.

Apparently, Jessica and her family were on a trip to Disney World, and on the way back, their car hit a truck that was filled with chemicals. There was no information on what chemicals they were, but Peter suspected that those chemicals would have a hand in her powers—just like in the comics.

She was, right now, in a hospital in a coma.

Peter leaned back on his chair and sighed, an idea popping in his head as his gaze flickered. The system panel appeared and he looked over the information on a certain skill.

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[Intimate Healing]

Skill type: Passive

Description: The user can heal or repair any 'damage' of a female by performing acts of intimacy (hugging, kissing, sexual activity etcetera). The 'damage' in this case, denotes physical injury, wounds, psychological or soul damage, or emotional damage—if you would.

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…He could use this to his advantage, no?

Peter rubbed his chin; sure, he could go ahead and fuck her in a coma, and she'd probably fully recover, but Peter was repulsed by the idea. He would try with hugs and kisses first, if they worked, good, and if they didn't… he would leave her be and would just go there, kissing her occasionally so that her healing would hasten up.

No way is he fucking her in a coma.

Peter chuckled for no reason at all and stood up; he was going to check up on her.

It wasn't hard to find her location, so he made his way to the hospital she was kept at. While on the way, he bought some flowers too. Anyways, when he got near the hospital, Peter got in an alleyway and summoned his suit before activating the anti-camera feature. He cast an invisibility spell on himself and got into the hospital through many of the windows.

Then, it was just looking around for her in the hospital. Though this took some time, it wasn't nearly as much as he'd thought it would take, and in just a few minutes, he found her room. Peter entered through the door when a nurse got in to check on Jessica. After the nurse left, Peter dropped the bouquet on the place where the others' presents were.

Peter sat down near her bed and wondered why he decided on coming here.

To heal her?

For that, he needed to kiss her, or hug her.

Hugging was easy.

But kiss?

Peter didn't know why, but he felt weird. He just sighed and stared at her face. She was quite pale at the moment and seemed a bit malnourished as well. Her brown hair rested on the pillow, and her eyes were shut. Peter would admit though; she was pretty.

From the looks of it, she was a mixture between the comics version's Jessica jones and the series' version. But that combination somehow made her even prettier than she was. Peter sighed, leaned towards her, and hugged her body gently.

Why was he doing this again?

For sex?

For some System Points?

He wasn't in love with her.

Far from it.

So, was it just so that he could get points from her when she would eventually recover?

Or was it because he'd get to have sex with her when he'd woo her?

Now that Peter was thinking about this, she was one of his initial targets for the 'Midtown Hunt' thing he did back then.

And surely, he would've used her as a cum dump in some bathroom today if it weren't for the fact that she'd been in her accident—in which her family died—and she got in a coma.

But looking at her fragile figure right now, Peter couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted at himself. Though that disgust made him chuckle; so there is still some of Peter left eh?

Peter just kept hugging her gently, his mind wandering around. He did wonder if this would even work. As far as he knew, having sex was what healed the most. Hugs and kisses healed too, but he wasn't sure how much exactly, and if it was even enough to heal her.

How much time would it take for him to heal her?

Peter didn't know, though he promised himself that he would heal her.

Peter didn't know why, but… he just felt bad. He knew what would have happened to Jessica if he didn't intervene in her life—she would've come to know of her powers, trained, try and be a hero, and eventually been forced to suffer as a sex slave of Killgrave (Purple Man) and have PTSD even after escaping.

He did feel a bit bad. Even more so when he was about to go ahead and use her like Killgrave anyway. Peter chuckled again; why can he be so bipolar?

Anyways, Peter wanted to change this girl's story, by quite a big margin too. For one, he wouldn't let her suffer under Killgrave. Though it was hypocritical of him since he would still use her anyway, and would fuck her too. But, maybe he could treat her a bit better? Like Gwen? No, actually, he couldn't treat her on the same level as Gwen.

Peter loved Gwen and May on a whole another level.

Yuri was there, but Peter didn't love her.

Silver? No love.

Black Cat? No love.

He couldn't love someone so easily. But at least he could try.

Peter just stayed there for as long as he could, which might have been a few hours at best, and then, he stood up, kissed her on the forehead, and jumped out of the window.

Peter swung across the city and got back home before sitting down on his chair. All the procedures revolving around money were dealt with, and Peter could finally get the money he earned through his games.

For instance, Peter had earned over $10,000+ just in two days after the initial post and had been earning even more with the increase in players. Ad revenue and the amount he earned through the shop feature were good too. He had yet to have the premium feature, which would disable the ads would the ones who would buy it, but he'd earn either way.

Anyways, Peter hadn't been able to get his money due to there being some paperwork he and May needed to deal with—the boring stuff. And now, Peter could finally get the money he wanted so much, which was already nearing a million dollars, by the way.

Peter would be a millionaire; that was good.

Peter smiled and leaned back on his chair, yawning.

After that, he teleported to Kamar-Taj, it had been a long time since he'd visited that place. Not really.

Peter continued with his schedule, which included training—with Silver or Magik—school, and projects—such as [Temple Run] and [Flappy Bird])—healing Jessica, fucking one of his girls in the night—be it May, or Yuri.

Gwen was still not ready.

Actually, he could just go ahead and have sex with her, and she wouldn't mind as their relationship was so much better now, but Peter wanted her to be the one taking the lead this time around.

Anyways, by the end of the week, he already had a lot of points.

[22,850 /50,000 SP]

Right now, Peter was inside Jessica's hospital room and was hugging her on the bed.

She was quite better now; her complexion wasn't so pale anymore, and she appeared healthy.

Peter knew that it was only a little bit of time before she woke up.

So, after he was done with today's healing session, Peter jumped out the window and swung to his house. He didn't notice the slight twitch of her fingers when leaving.

Anyways, Peter had been on the lookout for any news revolving around Tony for a while now, but there wasn't any news like that. Peter was wondering if Iron Monger really wasn't made this time around due to his intervention.

He frowned under the mask. What if Tony didn't become a hero? Sure, he had the Iron-Man suit, but would he not become a hero since Iron Monger wasn't there this time?

Peter just shook his head; he'd do something about it.

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