69: What The Fuck?

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Peter stared at Felicia, she seemed to be trying to say something, but was distracted by the sunset.

So, he didn't ask anything either, and simply enjoyed the scenery. After some time, it appeared as if she wanted to speak.

"Hey," she spoke up, a complicated but serious look flashing on her face.

"Yes, Love?" Peter joked, feigning seriousness.

She scowled, and Peter barely held back his laughter.

"Can you not call me that?" Felicia said. "It sounds dirty."

"As you wish, love." Peter nodded, ignoring her glare.

It was almost as if she wanted to kill him but Peter was sure that she was just troubled in her mind about something.

"Anyway," he said. "What did you want to say?"

Felicia was seething in anger, Peter thought as such, so he let her calm down. After she calmed down, she opened her mouth; it seemed that she wanted to speak now.

Peter smiled slightly. It was so much fun messing with her, more so after she tried her luck with Jessica, blamed him for sexual harassment to Black Widow, and treated his homie, Ned, like trash.

"So…" Felicia said, trailing off. Peter just stared at her but didn't say anything, he wanted her to speak her mind, so he waited.

"Stuff happened," Felicia said, rubbing her forefingers together. "And…" she murmured something, which wasn't really audible, but Peter was able to hear it thanks to his, well, super hearing.

"I want your help," That's what she said, shy for some reason. Not as if he were going to bite her, for God's sake. He was a hero, not a fucking villain. Well, actually, thinking back to how he'd been treating her, it was quite possible she viewed him as a villain.

Peter sighed.

"...If you can, of course." She finished her sentence.

"Of course, I will help you; I'm a superhero, you know? It's my job." Peter shrugged, and Felicia seemed to visibly relax.

Peter found her reactions cute.

"What did you want my help for? can you tell me?" Peter asked, staring at her with an unreadable gaze.

She was beautiful, that much was so very certain. She was pretty. The way she behaved was so cute that he wanted to fuck her right there and then but Peter, being the man he was, forced himself not to think with his dick for once, and decided to think with his brain.

"Help?" Peter asked. "Help with what?"

"Well," she trailed off. "There is this girl I know, I'm not her friend or anything."

"In fact, we barely know each other. But I'm certain that she was ràped by a student I know, and I want to punish that bastard." She looked at him determinedly.

"If possible, I want your help with it." She stared straight in his eyes, even though she couldn't see his eyes as they were covered behind the mask.

"And, well, after I am done with him, we can throw him to the authorities for ràpe." Felicia shrugged, and looked at him expectantly. "That's it. So, will you, pretty please, help me?"

Aww…

How cute.

Peter wanted to pinch her cheeks so much right now but he refrained himself.

Instead, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Sure, of course, I can help you; in fact, I will help you since I don't really have anything to do right now," Peter said reassuringly, and she visibly seemed to relax.

Now, Peter had a guess as to why she was so fixated on punishing this man, whoever he was. If Peter remembered correctly, in the comics, she was ràped. So, it was fairly possible that she'd developed some sort of PTSD, or something else due to that.

But the thing is, she wasn't ràped. He could see that she was a virgin, both anally and vaginally.

No, seriously, he could see it since he was using [Sexual Sight] on her.

She was a virgin.

Even better.

Peter smirked under his mask, while he asked her some questions on the outside.

"Anyways, who is this person you speak of?" Peter asked. "The one who ràped the other girl. Can you tell me their names, if possible?"

Felicia stared at him, then as if realization hit her, her face brightened.

"Yes, yes! Of course, you can know. Damn, why did I forget to tell you such a simple thing as their names?" She frowned. "Anyways, the girl's Jessica Jones, and the bastard's Peter Parker.

…What?

Peter frowned slightly. Why would she think he ràped Jessica? As far as he knew she'd only seen him teleport with Jessica. How the fuck did she come to the conclusion that he ràped get?

Right now, when she asked for his help because she wanted to beat a ràpist, he was thinking that she was referring to some supervillain she couldn't face since she wasn't that strong.

It was far away from his mind that she'd want to beat him because she thought that he'd ràped Jessica.

Peter sighed.

It is what it is… he'll just have to play her somehow, and reveal that 'Peter', in fact, didn't 'ràpe' Jessica, but helped her instead.

Which was true, actually, since Peter hadn't really touched Jessica inappropriately… yet.

He planned on doing so if she took too much time to make a decision, though.

"Okay," Peter agreed. "Jessica Jones, I know her, I think…" Peter muttered, rubbing his chin, feigning that he was trying to recall how he remembered Jessica.

"What? How do you know her?" Felicia squinted her eyes at him.

"Aha!" Peter slammed his hand on his palm. "Yeah, that flying girl I helped some time ago."

"Oh…" Felicia murmured absentmindedly. "Yeah, I've seen her fly. She's a super. You helped her?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded. "I saved her when she accidentally fell into a river when she discovered her powers for the first time. I trained her for a bit so that she could control herself and not be in trouble. In fact, I still help her from time to time."

"I see, cool," Felicia said to him, and then quieted down, staring at the sunset.

Meanwhile, Peter was thinking. How should he, or 'Peter', be proved innocent?

He didn't need to prove his innocence to anyone since he'd really not ràped Jessica, and even if Felicia reported him to the police, she or the police couldn't do anything; there was no evidence.

After all, Peter hadn't ràped Jessica.

But, since Peter wanted to woo this mommy, he needed to prove himself innocent. Otherwise, things would be much more difficult. He didn't really want to use [Beast's Scent] on her.

This girl had no mind protection, other than the spell he just placed on her secretly, so it wouldn't be difficult to make her horny and fuck her mind out. But Peter didn't want that. He wanted to win her 'heart', so to say.

There was no fun in cheating his way through, after all. Though he'd cheat anytime he deemed things to be out of hand. He wanted to enjoy his time for as long as he could, but he didn't want to remain unprepared for what the future held for him.

"Okay," Peter said to Felicia, standing up. He stretched his body even though he didn't need to, and offered his hand to her. "Come on."

Her attention steered from the scenery to his outstretched hand, and she frowned. Probably thinking something along the lines of: why is he offering his hand?

"Come on," Peter rushed her. "We need to go talk to Jessica, and hear what happened from her. Maybe you could comfort him since she's a girl? Anyway, let's go, that Peter fella can wait, he ain't going anywhere."

Felicia scrutinized his outstretched hand for a while, but in the end, she relented and grab it with her hand.

Peter couldn't help but feel the texture of her soft hand. It was plushie soft and pretty small in his hands. Peter wanted to hold onto her hand a bit longer but since he didn't want to appear creepy to her, he let go of her hand.

Though it was quite ironic since he was just that, a creepy man to her.

Anyways, Peter twirled on his heel and gestured for her to climb onto his back.

He'd done this once, it was phenomenal. He wasn't going to let go of this chance; he'd be an idiot If he did so.

Felicia made a face, but sighed and climbed on his back.

Peter grabbed her fleshy butt, squeezing it slightly. Enough for him to get a feel, and not do much for her to retaliate and hit him or something.

"Keep your attention on the task, Spider," Felicia grumbled against his ear, tightening her hug around his neck.

Peter sighed; he'd still feel her up though.

Peter jumped down the building.

The hug tightened.

"Tell me the way!" Peter yelled.

He knew where Jessica lived, heck, he could've straight out opened a portal there, but what was the fun in that?

On the way to Jessica's home, Peter made sure to get a firm grip on her butt, feeling It up for good.

Felicia did protest, but was too afraid of falling down since they were way too high. She hated this, that much was certain, so Peter stopped after a while.

She relaxed after that, so Peter didn't touch her after. He was feeling like a scumbag, really bad.

And this, he didn't know how or why, reminded him of a particular memory from the past.

A particular memory of him, when he was a kid, and a man with a blurry face that had molested him. It was his dad, or more specifically, Edward's dad.

The man seemed drunk, and reeked of blood. That man had molested him, just that, nothing more than it. But it seemed that it had left a scar on Edward's mind.

His mother had left the man, running away with Edward.

They'd lived happily, but one day, his mother had vanished. Just like that. Edward had searched her everywhere, but hadn't found her.

That's what led to the memories he remembered from [Memory Fragment – Edward [01]]. To the mission, and then it stopped. He didn't remember anything after.

Peter gasped, his grip loosened on his web and he fell down on a building's terrace.

– Thud!

Peter and Felicia rolled on the terrace, coming to a stop after a while of skidding. Peter was mostly fine, but Felicia seemed injured.

He quickly stood up, dusted his suit, and swiftly walked up to the groaning Felicia.

He squatted down beside her, and picked her up, hugging her tightly.

Fuck.

How did he mess up?

Why the fuck was he suddenly so distracted?

More importantly, why the fuck did the memories before Edward's Memory Fragment decided to barge into his head?

Yes, every memory from his childhood, that any normal person could remember, were back in his head.

Up to the point where Jacob recruited him for the mission.

Peter hugged Felicia tighter, hoping that her injuries would heal. She was badly injured. More so, she seemed unconscious.

And Peter was worried.

It was his fault that fell, and got injured.

For fuck's sake.

If his memories wanted to pop up like that, at least they could see the time!

The progress of the [Assimilation] was at [08%]. This roughly meant that he had every memory up to the point where he left off in the Memory Fragment, but that's the thing, they were just, there.

Not living through them, nothing fancy; they just popped up.

Which was weird since he didn't feel any different from how he was before.

He was still 'him'. Nothing changed; it was just that he had more memories now. Which were useless more than anything.

While pondering over different stuff, Peter kept Felicia in his hug, hoping with all his heart that she'd heal.

She was, apparently, but it was a bit slow.

Anyway, check out my pa treon

/Lord_Kismet