Spider-Man: A New Spiral

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Flashback.

Harlem.

5 November 2012.

Evening.

A black SUV pulled up outside the Cherry Rose Club. Four dark-skinned guys got out of the car laughing and yelling loudly. Joking and swearing at each other, they enter the club.

In the next street, leaning against the wall, a tall, stout guy in sunglasses was waiting.

- Will you be long? - throws the bulky man a line into the back alley.

- Finished," a guy in a yellow and green suit comes out into the streetlight.

- Danny, do you have any idea how stupid you look in those pyjamas? - Cage arches an ironic eyebrow.

- Firstly, it's not pyjamas, it's Kun-Lun's warrior's attire," Rand explains importantly and a little condescendingly, "and secondly, are you talking to me about looking stupid, the guy in the dark glasses? - finishes the kung fu master also ironically.

- What's wrong with glasses? - Lucas asks in confusion.

- Have you heard the parable that only the blind and a contingent of people with no intellectual ability wear them at night? Guess who?

Meanwhile, the duo had reached the SUV.

- Come on," Luke rolled his eyes and tapped on the window.

A barrel peeked out of the lowered window frame.

- A live one at the club? - The big guy asked the question calmly.

- Are you fucking nuts?! Get out of here before you splatter the carriageway with your brains! - screamed the driver.

- And the bandits are getting more and more brazen, - philosophically said the blond leaning on the front wheel.

- Yeah.

Luke grabbed the bandit's arm and squeezed the limb with the gun, breaking the driver's palm. A sharp cry of pain filled the street.

- Shouldn't we just call them? - Danny asked grudgingly.

- Relax," Silach said, "Is the live one in there?

- Y-yes," confirmed the bandit, who had been pulled by the collar by the street hero.

- Thank you," Luke punched the criminal in the face, sending him into unconsciousness.

- Besides his arm, you probably broke his jaw with that punch," the blond commented.

- He's a dirty drug dealer dealing in my neighbourhood, sorry I didn't give him a cushion," Cage justified his brutality, not for the first time.

- "Violence begets violence," said the kungfuist.

- Says the guy who knocks out opponents with his ninja tricks and mystical hand," Luke replied.

- Our path is thorny," Rand sighed.

- I don't get it, did we come here to beat up criminals or argue about methods, flower child?

- Arrest and gather information," Fist answered seriously, "violence only if they attack.

- Whatever you say," Luke smirked, opening the door.

Inside the room there was kumar and light music playing. Most of the customers were partying on the dance floor or spending time at the bar or on the occasional sofa. A group of especially noisy customers, who could be heard even through the music, occupied the VIP-seat.

The partners went inside. As soon as the eyes of the guests came across the heroic duo, people preferred to leave the room immediately. Luke Cage was known in Harlem. Respected and feared. But the gangsters he fought were more feared.

As soon as the heroes approached the special place, many behind their backs chose to leave the club. Danny glanced up at something gleaming on the ceiling, but what was happening made him return his full attention to the group of bandits.

- Well, well, well, well, the famous Luke Cage, who's your girlfriend? - spoke loudly, the apparent leader of the group.

The others burst into laughter.

- Zippy, please, just once, tell us where Shieldbearer is and then we'll take you to the police in peace.

- Pretty blonde, will you share with your brothers? - the criminal continued his song, grinning disgustingly.

- I'd advise you not to piss off my friend.

Danny's hand shimmered and in the next second, the Shu-Lao winner calmly smashed the heavy wooden table.

The jumped-up bandits raised their guns, and Zivchik stopped smiling.

- So a super freak like you, Cage? Do you have any idea how much you, that Hell's Kitchen motherfucker and Spiderbot make life difficult for us?

- It makes my heart warm to know that trash like you don't sleep well because of us," Luke said with a smile. - Where's Shieldbearer?

- I'm not big enough to know where the boss is, tough guy," the thug stood up, "and if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Things are getting heated.

- So it's a bad way.

The heroes attacked the nearby bandits at the same time. Luke tried to attract the most attention of the criminals, because he, unlike Danny, was not threatened by bullets. But the kung fu master wasn't far behind either, as he got closer to his opponents, Iron Fist pushed one of them away, kicking him into the wall. The second, who was aiming a pistol at him, was hit by Rand's Iron Fist, breaking his ribs. At the same time Cage, deliberately slow, approached the bandits who were shooting at him, intending to crush them morally. Grabbing two of them by the heads, the jock knocked their heads against each other.

Zippy was left alone.

- You sons of bitches can't take me so easily! - shouted the bandit, pulling a gun from his holster.

Luke stood calmly in the line of fire as Danny moved in close and knocked the weapon out of his hands.

- Good work, bro," Cage said, shaking off the torn T-shirt from the small-calibre shells.

- I bet you just like the way bullets rip through clothes, don't you? - Rand answered, twirling the gun he'd taken away on his finger.

- I do," Luke answered his friend, "Where's Shieldbearer? - Cage lifted the bandit by the throat.

- I-I really don't know! - The criminal tried to loosen the grip on his throat, which had become even tighter with the answer.

Luke let go of the drug dealer, who fell to the floor and began to cough.

- Where can we find him?

- His group has a hangout in South Harlem, he usually stays there, I'm telling the truth.

- Wouldn't you say, Iron Fist, you called the cops?

- Oh, right, sorry," Rand turned to the bartender and his assistant hiding behind the counter, "you can use the phone, and don't worry, I'll pay for the destruction.

Calling the cops, the heroes left the club.

- Seriously, you'll pay?

- Peacefully did not work out, but need to fix their destruction. It's not the club owner's fault these scumbags decided to spend time on his property.

- I still don't understand why a millionaire like you would want to be a hero.

- Would you stop taking to the streets if you had my money?

- No.

-That's the answer.

- All right, let's go after the bone man, huh?

- Your neighbourhood, lead the way.

As the drone hovering on the wall of the club crawled to its master.

*

Same place.

Spider-Man.

I pick up the Spiderbot and begin reviewing its sensor footage.

Still, I have to thank Nick for the Shield's resources, with the help of which I was not only able to reduce the size of the drones and increase their performance, but also to increase their number. There's now one Spiderbot in almost every place that matters to me.

Even in Bugle. Jonah would be thrilled if he knew that.

So, apparently, Strongman and Iron Fist are tracking the Harlem King, Cornell Stokes, the Shieldbearer. I've got info on him from both Shield and his "shadowy workplace." Tombstone gave me a more detailed picture of his dealings.

To me, hunting Stokes is a worthy cause for familiarisation and teamwork.

I'm jumping off the roof and heading to South Harlem.

By the time our dynamic duo gets there, I've got time to find this bonehead myself. After all, I have experience as a Rukt. And I know exactly what kind of den Zippy was talking about.

The only cesspool that even Rukt couldn't get the criminals out of. I'd scare one and another would take his place, no matter how hard I maimed them, it was no use.

I landed on the roof opposite the building.

What's the reason? The very first criminal element to occupy this building had done what many generations of Harlem criminals would long remember him for: tearing down almost all the walls separating flats from each other wherever possible. And necessary.

Basically, the space inside the brothel is one huge viewable area for several floors. If it weren't for my ability to crawl the walls and hide in the shadows, it's unlikely I'd be able to even get inside. Still, the place is too favourable for a siege. I wondered how Luke and Danny would try to get in, but I'd make it easy for them.

I get up to speed and fly up to the roof of the building.

- Caco-" I gagged and tied up the guard.

The bandits aren't so stupid, they even left guards on the roof. I take the kicking criminal and hide him deep inside the roof.

I carefully open the entrance and crawl down through the ceiling.

Thankfully the ceilings are high. I always feel a little uncomfortable when they're not. Sort of spider claustrophobia.

Crawling around, checking out the perimeter. There's groups of thugs drinking, smoking or playing consoles. In one remote room, a dozen guys are screwing a few girls. It's disgusting.

I cross the distance of several floors and see one of the rooms closed on four sides. That's probably where the leader of the whole mess is located.

The sounds of fighting come from downstairs, and confusion begins.

Here comes the cavalry, by the looks of it.

- What's that noise? - shouts a Negro with an afro haircut coming out of the room.

'It can't be.

- 'Boneslayer, sir, there's some freaks downstairs, they've knocked out some of our men and they're coming this way.

- Who are they?

- One's definitely Luke Cage and the other's some bloke in a yellow and green suit.

- Cage?! I don't care if it's the Pope, this place is impregnable, the Shieldbearer's counting on us, so send all the lads down!

Just as the guy with the walkie-talkie was about to report the order over the walkie-talkie, I shot a web over his mouth and grabbed a second strand and threw him into the wall.

- So, so, so, so, Bone, how many years, how many winters, and it seemed to me not so long ago I caught you in the pawnshops, and now you command a gang in Harlem, - I wipe a nonexistent tear of emotion, - you have become quite an adult.

I'm going down headfirst on a spider web.

- Yes, arthropod, I haven't seen you for a long time, a lot of water has passed, but I'm not the same as before, - the enemy reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a Digl, - now I've replaced brass knuckles with something more practical.

Having finished speaking, the criminal opened fire.

As soon as I heard a click I stopped dodging and got closer to the enemy.

- Yes, I've learnt something too, and now I know how many rounds are in the standard magazines of the most common types of guns on the streets.

I grab the Bone Thrower and throw it at the ceiling.

The remaining bandits in the room start coming out of the rooms.

I shoot webbing at the unorientated criminals, blinding them and blocking their attempts at any movement.

I grab Boneslayer and snap his arm.

- Wait a minute," I slam his face against the wall.

Aiming at the empty space where the walls should be, I seal it with a dense cocoon of spiderwebs, closing off the largest passageway from which the bandits can attack.

- Do you like it? - I point to the stream of webs, changing cartridges. - New formula, more web strength at less cost, took me a year to perfect.

- What do you want? - wheezes the old enemy.

I lift Kostolomol up by the collar of his jacket.

- Where's Shieldbearer?

- Are you serious?

- No, fuck, it's like "knock, knock, who's there?", - I hit the wall next to the enemy's head, cracks start to creep along it, - don't piss me off, where's your boss?

A commotion has started to be heard near the lifts at the end of the room.

Either it's Luke and Danny or a new wave of bandits, and judging by the buzzing of Sense, it's the latter.

- Let's stop for a moment.

I tie up Boneslayer, and remember to put a spider web over his mouth. The unhappy mooing was a joy to hear.

The sound of footsteps signalled that they were close. I set up my web shooters and prepared to fire another recent development into the doorframes.

As soon as the first bandit appeared in the doorway, I shot two dense clots of webbing into the frame, and when the room was already filled with a dozen bandits, the clots burst, flooding the room with a sharp and powerful burst of light.

The mask's lenses, set to a slight dimming setting, kept me from being blinded.

The first thing I did when I got access to Shield technology was to modify my mask, adding a small electronic terrain analysis system, lens control, and a built-in communicator. Little things, but nice to have. After all, I don't need an AI in a suit, I'm not Iron Man.

Meanwhile, the disorientated bandits opened fire, but they were either shooting at the ceilings or at each other, the latter happening all too often.

Having readjusted the spider fire mode, I begin to weave a spider net of rather large size, finishing it, throwing it over the criminals. The size allows me to envelope everyone. As soon as the bandits start trying to get away, with mats and curses, I reconfigure the throwers again, selecting the electric spider web mode. I fire the strands, through which the shock begins to pass, shaking the criminals. Some of them are knocked unconscious immediately, others begin to convulse, but the result is the same: they are no longer fighters.

The picture on the floor is as follows: I'm in the centre of a spacious room, at the only room on the floor, which is surrounded by four walls; at one of these walls lies Kostolom, bound and mooing because of the cobwebs, trying to break the threads; the right part of the space is almost completely covered with several dozens of meters of dense cobwebs, blocking the passage; on the left, in the only wide enough passage leading to the lifts, there are now 5-7 bodies blocking the entrance.

- I've put up a pretty good defence here, haven't I? It's like a medieval fortress," Kostolom wouldn't answer even if he could. - All right, jokes aside.

I approach the bound criminal and lean him against the wall. Claws come out of my fingers, which I show to the enemy.

Judging by the running eyes and a small drop of sweat, the desired effect is achieved.

I bring my fingers closer, but the thug pulls his head away, mooing louder. I grab him by the jaw. He can't pull his face away now, no matter how much he wants to.

I slice the cobwebs from the criminal's mouth with a light movement.

- So, what did you say?

- My information won't do you much good anyway," I recognise the old Bonesaw now, frightened and stammering.

- Well, that's for me to re...

I'm interrupted by the sound of fiddling in the corridor. But judging by my silent gut, the dynamic duo had finally made it to the top of the tower.

A mumbling Luke Cage appeared in the doorway, shoving aside the thugs in the way.

- Spider-Man? - he asked in surprise.

Iron Fist, who'd ducked out from behind the big man, looked equally shocked.

- Hey, guys, what's up? - I waved to the heroes as I continued to hold Bonesaw.

- What are you doing here? - Danny's question was calm and collected.

- Oh, standard patrol, I heard a rumour that my old adversary, Bonesaw, was running the building, so I couldn't pass up the chance to see an old friend.

Lying, not a good start to an acquaintance, but a little trickery, the choice of a wise commander. Besides, if you take away the point about the patrol, everything else is true.

But the heroes obviously didn't care much about how I got here.

- Is that him? - Luke asked, nodding toward the guy with the Afro on his head.

- Exactly.

Cage calmly walks over to us and intercepts the criminal from my hands. If I were a proud man, I'd certainly fly into a rage at such disrespect, but it's a short-sighted reaction.

Fist, on the other hand, cast a slightly apologetic glance at his partner.

Strongman, meanwhile, continued, grabbing Kostolom by the collar of his jacket and lifting him off the ground.

- I'm telling you that this information will hardly help you, - the strongman continued not so confidently.

- And I said that it's up to me," I continued, and with a quick glance at Rand and Cage, I decided to correct my words, "or rather, it's up to me and my colleagues.

Fist looked at me surprised, but not suspiciously, while Lucas looked only at the bandit.

- Okay, okay, Shieldbearer pretty much always stays in his domain in the centre of South Harlem. The Snake Eyes Club, but be warned, if you thought there were a lot of guys here, you'll be unpleasantly surprised at the amount of security the boss has," the criminal revealed.

- We'll see, okay, big guy, we have to send him to the cops, - I tap Cage on the shoulder, he, even if a little unhappy, lets the bone man go.

I dial the Spiderbot's code to call the police through the communicator, transmitting the coordinates.

- The guys in blue will be here soon," I share information with the dynamic duo.

- Then it's time to leave," Kun-Lun's apprentice gives a logical thought.

Luke nods. We walk together with a couple of partners to the stairs. At each opening, we come across the bandits that Strongman and Iron Fist knocked out on their way up.

- You guys had a lot of fun," I whistle a little.

- It looks like they've thrown all their main forces at us," Cage said, shrugging his shoulder ambiguously.

- That's what it looks like," I confirmed calmly.

Danny Rand remains an island of calm between the disgruntled Luke and the phlegmatically detached me, though there's a storm of the same discontent raging inside, and I can smell it in Cage's arrogance.

Let's go outside.

- Okay, why are you here? - Carl finally can't help himself.

I think I've messed up my cover story, but Sylacz's further claims are a little comforting.

- Harlem's my neighbourhood, so next time I'll give you a heads-up," Luke folded his arms across his chest.

Danny tried to reprimand his friend for his lack of gratitude, but I was first.

- Oh, I'm sorry, man, I just thought we were different from all the criminal rubbish because we don't divide the city into zones of influence, we help people wherever we can, you know, protect the innocent, that sort of thing.

I seem to have chosen the right words, because instead of a new boil, Cage seems as if he's woken up.

- That's right," the tough guy frowned slightly, "I'm sorry, Spiderweb, it's just been a rough night," the invulnerable one sighed.

- I understand, and I don't hold a grudge, I know Daredevil and I understand what it means for some people to fight for their native neighbourhood.

-You know Daredevil? - Rand asked loudly.

The martial arts fans seem to have a mutual respect for each other.

- Yeah, we've been working together for six months now, dealing with the invasion of New York City by uninvited ninja guests.

- Ninjas? - glanced at Danny Cage. He responded with a "I had nothing to do with it" look.

- A group or rather a cult of mystical warriors from Japan. Weird shit.

- Really," Rand confirmed, "Need any help?

It seemed Luke, like me, hadn't expected Danny to be so quick, to gain...trust, or something? But I knew it would be a lot easier to connect with the blond guy.

- Thank you for the offer, Iron Fist, but DD's help was a bit of a squeak, so we'll wait until better times," Rand nodded understandingly, "Besides, you're dealing with the Shieldbearer, and I'm sure it'll be no less of a challenge to throw the King of Harlem off his throne.

- Yes, the information we got was useful, but what's the use of storming the Shieldbearer's base like this place? - Danny began to speculate.

- Why not? - Cage exclaimed in bewilderment.

Iron Fist looked at me for the obvious reasons. I'll bet the sensible Rand was tired of explaining the obvious to Mr Unbreakable Skin.

- Luke, maybe you've forgotten, but not all people are bulletproof, and with Shieldbearer hanging out in a PERSONAL nightclub, you'd think there'd be a lot of civilians there, too," I described the picture, "you know that going into a place like this with a ton of thugs would be like signing their sentences?

Cage stopped talking.

- I understand everything," he said, "I'm just so sick of it. I just want to send that bastard to the darkest, smallest cell in all of Rikers!

I put a hand on the annoyed hero's shoulder.

- I understand that, big guy, but it takes time and a solid plan to do this right," I looked at Danny and Luke in turn, "I'd be happy to help if you'd accept my help.

Fist and Strongman look at each other.

- We'll let you know if we need to talk to your partner," Cage decided.

- I understand, but either way," I extend my hand, "we work well together.

After a moment, Luke shakes my hand with confidence.

- Yeah, it was good.

- If you ever need help, you know where to find us," I shake hands with Rand.

- Yeah, have a good night, guys," I salute, clinging to the roof.

End of memory.

- Yeah, but it's been quiet ever since," I rub the back of my head.

- It's not your fault that Shieldbearer has gone underground, - ordinary criminals don't fall under Shield's jurisdiction, so Natasha's awareness of my affairs.... is a little tense.

- We'll catch him too, - I get up from the bench, pulling myself up a little, - it's late, I should rest.

- I'll meet you in a fortnight, don't forget you'll be at the finish line, you'll pass all your exams and become a full-fledged field agent, - Widow explained the state of affairs in a mentor tone. - Also, Fury asked me to tell you that your team's missions will also begin in a fortnight.

- Got it, Mummy, no need to remind you.

- As long as I'm your handler, I'll do it," Romanova lightly poked me in the shoulder with her fist.

- Okay, I'm off, see you later.

- See you later.

I take off my Shield uniform and take a quick shower. Putting on my suit, I move towards the exit.

Time to go home.

*

North Central.

Evening.

Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson's flat.

Flying in through the building's window, having looked around meticulously before, I plop down in my chair tiredly and take off my mask.

It's been a long, long, long day.

A year.

Involuntarily I begin to look around my inexpensive one-bedroom flat.

There's a reason I decided to invest the money I got from Tombstone and Shields in property.

As soon as we got out of school, my first thought was:

"I've got to get a flat."

Still, as much as I love May, the superhero thing started to require leaving home often and returning late, moving became the best solution. Still, it was worth considering telling my aunt about my identity....

My musings were interrupted by the creak of the door leading to the bedroom.

- Welcome home, Tiger," said my favourite voice erotically.

I turned my head and felt the fatigue begin to recede and the blood rush to my privates.

I won't be able to sleep tonight.

Mary Jane stands leaning against the doorframe, wearing her shortest sleeping shorts and a tight white tank top.

Swaying slightly from heel to toe, the girl began to slowly approach me, swaying her hips sexily as she moved.

I thought about standing up, but the redhead was close enough to me to press her foot lightly on my chest. She'd always had good stretching.

- Sit up, love," Watson ordered in a half-whisper as she moved her foot down, touching my cock lightly with her fingers at the end.

A slight growl escaped my chest. But it wasn't time yet. Let's play by her rules.

The girl only smirked, sitting on top of me, riding me lightly. MJ started rubbing my groin and wrapped her arms around my neck.

- You must be so tired," the girl whispered into my ear, biting my lobe lightly.

I just burrowed into her loose hair and breathed in the scent. Light wild berries, the shampoo Carrot had changed last month.

I tug Watson's locks into a bundle and pull them towards me, pulling the girl away from my neck.

The sight before me was beautiful: a slight blush on her usually pale face, with an unusually contrasting scattering of freckles; the look of emerald eyes slightly clouded with lust, pupils dilated; pale orange lipstick on her lips, and a thin string of saliva dripping onto her voluminous, heaving breasts.

The sight of her completely blows the brakes, and the only thing stopping him from grabbing his woman in his arms, carrying her to her room, throwing her on the bed and pounding her into the mattress all night is the drawing of the Spider mask on her T-shirt and the flickering thought "I'll get there in time".

The Spider's essence began to dominate and the desire to enjoy the "prey" became stronger than the banal animal instinct to "sow a seed".

I bring my right hand to the glove and pull it off with my teeth, exposing my palm. I gently place my hand on the redhead's cheek and stroke it lightly, releasing the bunched hair.

Mary immediately starts to caress the limb, continuing to rub against my groin and moan slightly at the sensation.

Abruptly I slap the girl's buttock, eliciting a half moan-half squeal. I repeat my "abuse" a few more times, starting to feel Mary's juices seeping through my shorts.

I tucked the redhead's mussed curls behind her ear and placed my thumb on her lips with an obvious hint.

Meanwhile, I pull the glove off her left hand with my teeth.

MJ eagerly begins to suck my thumb. I dig my left hand into her shorts and start stroking her pussy through her panties, eliciting muffled moans from the girl.

It's getting a little stuffy, even though I didn't close the window.

Finishing my preparations, I reach my hand out and pick up the redhead, who responds with a light, gleeful laugh.

- Ready, beautiful?

- I'm all yours," Mary replies, kissing me passionately.

I carry the girl into our bedroom.

Opening the door with my foot, I reach the bed, unclenching my hand, leaving my favourite to gravity, which gently lowered the redhead directly onto the mattress.

Biting her finger lightly, Mary starts stroking my groin with her foot.

This time I intercept the foot, gently kissing the little toes.

I take off my suit, leaving me in just my panties, barely managing my erection.

- Don't you think they're unnecessary? - MJ asks without taking his eyes off my groin.

- 'My eyes are higher, sweetheart,' I lightly 'flick my nose' at Watson, 'and not while you're wearing clothes.

Before my lips could even say "you're wearing" my t-shirt flew to the far corner of the room, followed a second later by my shorts. And, of course, there was nothing underneath the house clothes.

With her legs tucked slightly under her, leaning on the bed with one hand and the other beckoning to her side, MJ settled down on the mattress.

The picture made the guttural growl intensify. In one motion sending the last piece of fabric into the corner of the room.

- Wow...

I ignore the redhead's exclamation. I move in closer and take a position on top of her, forcing her to lean her elbows on the bed and lie on her back.

Mary runs her fingers over my torso, lightly scratching it with her fingernails.

I spread the girl's legs apart and run my tongue along her labia, breathing in her body odour. Watson shudders and moans long and hard. I speed up my tongue and feel the palms of my hands on the back of her head pressing me deeper, clearly asking for more. My fingers find her clit and start stroking it. Increased moans let me know I'm on the right track.

After a while, I start to feel a tingling sensation in the back of my throat. It's an old and familiar feeling, but in this situation it warns of something completely different. With one last loud moan, Mary Jane arches her back, reaching the peak of pleasure, whitish streams spurting out of her pussy.

- I still can't believe I can make you squirt with my tongue," I smirk.

- What can I say, you do them wonders, Mr Parker," the redhead replies with a puff of breath.

With a slight sense of self-importance, I feel the palm of her hand begin to stroke my cock.

- But I haven't satisfied you yet, Tiger," Watson says vulgarly, squeezing the shaft slightly.

Fucker.

Pointing the head towards her pussy, MJ wiggled her hips invitingly.

Taking the girl by the sides, I sharply "put" her on my cock.

A prolonged growl and a loud moan merged into a single melody that filled our bedroom.

Feeling the tightness of MJ's slit and the muscles of her vagina squeezing me, I gave in to my arousal and began to thrust deeper, speeding up my thrusts.

The redhead, meanwhile, had surrendered to her arousal, clutching the sheet in her palms, the girl moaned with her eyes wide and her tongue hanging out.

I felt the desire come very close and, with a stifled groan, I poured inside Mary, causing her another furious moan and a violent orgasm.

Coming out of the girl, I sink down onto the pillows.

- That was just great," MJ says contentedly, resting her head on my chest.

- You're just gorgeous," I stroke the girl's back, occasionally switching to her curls.

- There's no merit to sex, and yet the best part of our duo is you, Pete," Mary says, flicking me lightly on the nose.

Before I can resent it, I'm gently kissed and hugged, settling on my left shoulder.

"What are you doing to me?".

I think, lovingly kissing the girl who has managed to fall asleep on the top of her head.

Making myself comfortable, I close my eyes. 

***

Shield aircraft carrier.

Same night.

Natasha Romanova.

The Black Widow strode confidently towards Director Fury's office. The agents gave her various glances. Most of the men, lewd. Most of the women, envious. The eyes of those with more professionalism than the rest expressed nothing but respect for her accomplishments.

Natasha's history in the Shield was long enough, but to many she remained a mysterious figure, far more mysterious than the same Clint.

Stopping at the door, Romanova caught sight of Maria Hill exiting her office.

The Deputy Director only nodded slightly, continuing in her own direction. The women could not be called friends. There was no animosity between them, but there was no warmth like there was with Coulson.

After knocking on the door and receiving permission to enter, Natasha walked quietly into the room.

The director of Shields was sitting in a high chair at his desk, showing with all his appearance that he held this position.

demonstrating that he held this position, obviously not for specific humour.

- Report," Nick ordered calmly, folding his fingers in a house.

- Everything is going according to schedule, even ahead of it.

- What's your opinion? - The man asks with a raised eyebrow.

- The guy is clearly a nugget. Despite his unseriousness, he has the mind of a true strategist, Peter's learning ability is amazing, in just a year and a half he has reached the level of an experienced Shield field agent, even in theory, and I'm not exaggerating, - Widow smiles lightly, remembering the boy, - you have chosen an outstanding candidate for the role of a leader for the special unit.

- Yes," Nick smiles slightly, "it's in his blood.

- Excuse me?

But Fury ignored Natasha, shaking his head slightly as if warding off an obsession.

- What about the other skills? - The Headmaster returned to the point of the discussion.

- Strange as it may seem, Spider has made the most progress with cold and firearms, though he still refuses to use them in his patrols.

- I think the guy has a plan.

- Dr Stell can't get enough of his medical advances," Fury noticed how Romanova gritted her teeth at the mention of one of Shield's best medics.

- What's wrong with Mia? - The Director clarified.

- That predator wants to take Parker to bed! - The spy throws up her hands in indignation - it's as if she senses that the guy is only nineteen.

Fury barely managed to keep his mouth shut and not say "mommy's overprotective of her son", indulging in a joke he'd heard from Spider's mouth, but realised that if he did, he might get a kick out of Natasha, who wouldn't be deterred by the fact that he was her boss.

- Is that all? - The chief agent of the Shield could barely hold back a smile.

- In principle, yes.

- Then you're free to go.

Natasha left the office of the Director, who turned round and stared out of the observation window, obviously deep in thought about something.

***

At the same time, a meteor carrying a hibernating member of the Klyntar race swiftly passed near the planet Neptune.