Inside a spacious room, sunlight streamed through tall glass windows, bathing the occupants in its warm glow as several women began to stir from their slumber, followed by the sounds of city life muffled.

Tracer groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes, love..." she muttered drowsily.

Kiriko sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as consciousness returned. Her vision cleared and confusion immediately set in. "This... isn't my room," she whispered to herself.

Glancing around, she took in the unfamiliar yet impressive space—clean and modern, aside from various articles of clothing scattered across the floor. She realized she was on an enormous bed, beneath a large blanket, surrounded by several other women. Tracer, Mercy, D'va, and—Kiriko's eyes widened in shock—Widowmaker and Sombra?!

"Huh?!" she exclaimed loudly, unable to contain her surprise.

Her outburst finally roused the others, though Sombra merely grumbled something unintelligible and continued sleeping.

D'va squinted at Kiriko with irritation. "Why did you have to wake me up? I was having the best dream..."

"What's wrong?" Mercy asked, concern evident in her voice as she sat up.

Tracer sighed through her nose, about to complain about her disturbed sleep when her gaze locked with Widowmaker's. Their eyes met for a brief second before both women leapt off the bed in synchronized alarm.

Tracer snatched a lamp from the nightstand. "You!"

Widowmaker armed herself with a hardcover book. "Overwatch," she hissed.

Mercy's eyes widened in alarm. "Both of you, stop this at once!" She scrambled off the bed and positioned herself between the two rivals, arms outstretched.

"Are you blind, Mercy?" Tracer demanded incredulously. "That's Widowmaker standing right there!"

Widowmaker merely grunted, her golden eyes narrowed. "I am equally surprised to wake up among Overwatch's salopes."

D'va and Kiriko rushed to the kitchen area, returning armed with a kitchen knife and rolling pin respectively.

"I know Widowmaker is here," Mercy said calmly. "She's here because she was invited."

Everyone froze at this revelation.

"Why would we invite Widowmaker?" Tracer asked, bewildered.

The assassin's expression mirrored Tracer's confusion. "That is what I would like to know."

"Um, guys?" D'va interrupted, her cheeks flushing crimson. "I think we should focus on the fact that we're all... naked."

Another moment of stunned silence descended as each woman looked down at herself. Sure enough, they were all completely nude. Arms flew up to cover themselves—all except Mercy, who only covered her chest with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Bloody hell!" Tracer screamed. "Why am I naked?!"

Widowmaker seethed with embarrassment, a hint of purple darkening on her blue cheeks.

Kiriko bent down to pick up a shirt from the floor, trying to maintain some dignity. "What's this...?"

D'va's eyes widened as she noticed the distinctive red and blue fabric with black web patterns. "Wait, isn't that—"

Everyone stared at the unmistakable garment.

Mercy sighed deeply. "I believe we all had too much last night," she admitted. "As for why Widowmaker and Sombra are here..." She began to explain, but was interrupted by a new voice, a male groaning.

"Man, what hit me?"

"Mmm, five more minutes, araña..."

All eyes turned toward the bed where Sombra, still half-asleep with a contented smile, lay draped across the chest of a man. Not just any man—a shirtless Spider-Man, his masked face the only thing identifying him.

Spider-Man blinked behind his mask, confusion evident in his body language before realization hit him. He quickly covered his eyes with his arm. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

The women scrambled to retrieve clothes from the floor, desperate to cover themselves. Kiriko and D'va blushed furiously at being caught nude by their favorite superhero, while Tracer and Widowmaker exchanged looks of utter disbelief.

"Why the bloody hell is Spider-Man here?!" Tracer hissed.

Mercy's blush deepened, but instead of retreating, she dropped her white coat and approached the bed. She climbed onto it and crawled toward Spider-Man, who shifted uncomfortably.

"Dr. Ziegler? What's going on here?" he asked, his voice tinged with nervous confusion while trying to avoid looking at her nude form.

To everyone's shock, Mercy reached for his mask, gently rolling it up to expose his lips before pressing her own against them in a tender kiss.

The room fell silent, jaws dropping in collective astonishment.

Sombra, finally fully awake, groaned irritably. "Move aside, perra. I was comfortable," she complained, reaching out to pull Spider-Man closer. "I want to snuggle with my favorite héroe some more."

Breaking away from the kiss, Mercy smiled warmly with a whisper. "Good morning, Peter."

"G-good morning, Angela," Spider-Man replied with his characteristic awkward charm, a nervous smile playing on his exposed lips.

The sight made the doctor giggle softly.

Tracer ran her free hand through her spiky hair while the other clutched Widowmaker's catsuit—much to the assassin's continued annoyance and embarrassment.

"Will someone please explain what happened last night?" Tracer demanded. "And why is Spider-Man here?!"

Widowmaker nodded in rare agreement. "For once, I share the same question."

Few minutes later…

After everyone had managed to put on some casual clothing, Kiriko and D'va begrudgingly tidied up the room.

"Why are we stuck with cleanup duty?" D'va grumbled as she picked up scattered cushions.

Kiriko sighed, gathering empty glasses. "Just our luck, I suppose."

Across the room, Tracer and Widowmaker sat beside each other on separate chairs deliberately looking in opposite directions, their postures rigid with mutual distrust and dislike.

Meanwhile, Mercy and Sombra flanked a still shirtless Spider-Man on the couch. He wore nothing but his boxers—adorned with tiny spider symbols—much to Kiriko and 's barely concealed amusement as they stole glances while cleaning.

Mercy sat with perfect posture, a serene smile on her face as she took a delicate sip from her steaming mug. "Did you enjoy yourself last night, Peter?" she asked with casual intimacy.

The Wall-Crawler rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I, uh... yeah, I did," he admitted, his voice slightly hoarse.

Sombra growled playfully, draping herself across his shoulder. "You were so rough with me, araña," she purred. "I enjoyed every second of it."

Every woman in the room, except Mercy and Widowmaker, reacted with varying degrees of shock. D'va nearly dropped the vase she was holding.

"Alright, enough!" Tracer exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "Can someone please get to the point? Why is Spider-Man here? Why are we sharing space with Talon operatives? And what exactly happened last night?"

Sombra burst into laughter. "You really don't remember? That's hilarious! You all forgot the best night of your lives!"

Mercy cleared her throat delicately, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I suppose I should explain. Last night, I invited Peter over as a... personal thank you for saving our lives multiple times. I thought he deserved a special reward." She glanced at Widowmaker and Sombra. "And yes, I extended invitations to them as well."

"You've got to be joking," Tracer said, scratching her head in disbelief. "Why invite them? And more importantly, how did you manage that?"

"Oh, that's where I come in," Sombra interjected with a mischievous grin. "Before the invitation, I intercepted some rather interesting messages between our doctor and the spider here."

Peter's eyes widened behind his mask. "Wait, you hacked my phone? I spent weeks designing that security system!"

Sombra's grin widened as she tapped her cybernetic fingernails together. "I have my ways, cariño. Makes you think I'm pretty hot, doesn't it?" She flashed him a seductive look.

"It's, uh... impressive," Peter admitted with an awkward chuckle. "Kind of hot, yeah, but also really concerning."

"One of those messages," Sombra continued, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, "was a picture of our angelic doctor here in a white lingerie."

Kiriko and D'va froze mid-cleaning, joining Tracer and Widowmaker in staring at Mercy with undisguised shock.

Mercy's pale complexion turned a deep shade of pink. "I was merely... teasing him," she said defensively. "Though it eventually progressed to something more intimate."

"When I saw that," Sombra added, "I messaged the good doctor directly. I suggested we throw a special party for our favorite web-slinger."

Widowmaker blinked slowly, processing the information. "First off, I can't believe you would do this. Sombra, I think she could, but you," she pointed at Mercy, who blushed embarrassingly, "I am shocked."

Sombra shrugs, "Eh, guilty as charged."

"But, that still doesn't explain why none of us remember participating in this... orgy." Widow pronounced the last word with clinical detachment, though it made everyone else blush furiously.

Sombra snuggled closer to Peter while Mercy explained, "That part is actually your doing, Widowmaker. When you and Sombra arrived, you deployed one of your gas bombs—"

"Which I switched out beforehand," Sombra interrupted with a smirk. "I replaced your poison gas with aphrodisiacs because I knew you'd try something like that."

"You did WHAT?!" Widowmaker shouted, her golden eyes flashing with fury. "Why would you sabotage my equipment?!"

Sombra shrugged, rubbing her face against Peter's muscular shoulder. "Because I wanted to have fun. Simple as that."

"Plus, you all went wild when you rode him~." She giggled as she swirled her finger at his chest, while Kiriko and D'va finally remember what happened last night, both turning into tomatoes in the process.

"Oh my god…"

"We actually did it… with Spiderman!"

Tracer groaned loudly, covering her face with both hands, though her fingers parted just enough to steal glances at Peter's well-defined chest and abs before shaking her head, "But how did you and Mercy remember everything? And why were Kiriko, D'va, Widowmaker, and I even here in the first place?"

"I originally invited you three for a normal girls' night—games, drinks, nothing sexual," Mercy clarified. "The... other activities were supposed to be after you left and what happened was an unexpected development thanks to our Talon guests."

"As for why we remember," she continued with a slight blush, "I have some... private experience with counteracting certain aphrodisiacs."

"And I have cybernetic enhancements," Sombra tapped her head, "that keep my mind intact even during intense... physical activities."

"Let me guess, so you could either send it to the internet or keep it in your private gallery?" Widowmaker folded her arms while wearing a deadpan look.

"Yep."

When the explanation finally concluded, an uncomfortable silence settled over the room. Everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts until Peter awkwardly cleared his throat.

"So... what happens now?" he asked, looking around at the assembled women.

Widowmaker groaned in exasperation. "I'm taking a shower and leaving. And I'm certainly not reporting this incident—I'd never live it down." Without ceremony, she tossed aside the borrowed clothes and strode naked toward the bathroom, ignoring the stunned stares following her.

"Right," Tracer said, rubbing her temples. "We tell absolutely no one about any of this. Agreed?"

Everyone nodded solemnly.

"Unless," Sombra said with a devilish smile, "we want to invite more girls next time?"

"NO!" Tracer shouted, while Kiriko and D'va exchanged wide-eyed glances, still processing the revelation that they had been intimate with their favorite superhero.

Mercy simply blushed, catching Peter's eye with a warm smile, which he returned nervously.

How did my life take such an unexpected turn?, Peter wondered, looking around at the extraordinary women surrounding him. Between saving New York from supervillains and now this... situation with the Overwatch crew, his life had certainly never been boring.

Looks like our friendly neighborhood hero has gotten himself in quite a web. If you guys are inspired by this one-shot and decide to make your own and publish it, please do it! I want my boy to have some more love in his life after his comic run with Paul the Cuck. I'm honestly interested if you guys decide to make any and will be probably fun seeing our web slinger have fun with Overwatch's girls.