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Capítulo 184: Arc Seven. Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Four. Full House (NSFW)

ean had the foresight to call ahead and the chain-link fence had been opened, allowing Ororo to drive her car into the side parking spaces by the warehouse. As she let Laura and Jean run into the warehouse, she found and moved her own car, parking it next to the one she had borrowed from Charles. She hadn't unpacked from travel and most of her things, barring a few personal items, were still in there.

As Peter opened the side door to the warehouse his face fell once he saw Ororo.

"Are you just dropping them off?" and she shook her head.

"I am here to make sure they are okay, to clarify a few things and then I would like to stay, only for a few days before I head back to Wakanda." and Peter nodded. He and Liv had talked, and whatever powers Miss Munroe had, she was testing Peter, not attacking him, and he was going to give her another chance.

An excited Laura threw her bags to him, "Catch Monkey," and then darted inside to stake her claim. Wanda had arrived as well and reluctantly agreed to wait for Laura and Jean before the trio picked their homes.

"Monkey?" Ororo asked but Peter shook his head while Jean laughed,

"It's a long story," and even as he sighed, "but come on then, if it makes this easier for them, then I guess it's okay."

"I would like to talk privately while the others are settled if you don't mind. I am not here to fight, I would like to talk, please." and Peter motioned up the ramp to his house,

"Uh Liv, can you stop these two from killing each other while Ororo and I have a talk?" and Ororo looked over his shoulder, Laura had staked out a house and Wanda was using some kind of red energy to grab her back, the pair were yelling about who got the home and she had to laugh. So far, everything was perfectly normal here. Two young women arguing over living space was not unusual.

Inside Peters home, Ororo was surprised at not just its design but space as well. Peter motioned to one of the couches and as she sat down he took a seat across from her.

"Please, do not take offence. First I am sorry. I was given incomplete information and my own assumptions led me to do something shameful. I only want the truth, even if it is just your truth." and Peter shrugged,

"You killed John," and Peter frowned,

"We've been over this, that was an accident."

"But you have killed someone?" and he nodded.

"Someone who was a threat to the people in my home, and the agents they send after us. Nazi's masquerading as Shield, few drug dealers," and Peter thought about it for a moment, "yeah, scumbags and assholes. But that's not what you want to know is it?"

"Did you do it for fun or revenge? Was it easy, or do you have nightmares?" and Peter shook his head and pursed his lips.

"It was easy. A choice between anyone downstairs and a scumbag, that's not a choice. Did I go out of my way, look for them and kill them from spite, no. Everyone I've killed came for me or my family. Do I regret their deaths?" Peter stared up as he thought, blinking a few times, and then leaned forward, "maybe Alexsi? He did a lot for me, but the rest, no. Rapists and abusers don't deserve my sympathy." but as he looked over, Ororo was nodding.

"And neither should they. We all have blood on our hands, Peter, it is how we deal with it that makes us human, and regardless of what anyone else believes. You are human." but Peter shrugged,

"I don't care what Charles or any of those hypocrites think, Ororo. You all judge me but I don't see anyone else out there fighting to keep people safe." but Ororo raised a hand,

"That is not why I am here Peter. I only want to make sure Laura and Jean are safe. What you do for Shield or on your own is none of my business. Even your love life, which unfortunately Laura had made quite a telling of in the mansion, is none of my concern. Only that you are not using your powers to create a group of slaves."

"Uh, damn, you know?" and Ororo nodded.

"A demonstration, please. I want to know how you influence them so that others are not trapped." but Peter shook his head,

"That's a really bad idea. We have air-con, with thick filters designed to take the pheromone out of the air installed all over the warehouse. A neutraliser spray and sprinkler system, Noone does anything they don't want to. People can call me a lot of things, but a rapist is not one of them."

Ororo shook her head, "I do not think it is as bad as you say. I will not hold anything that happens against you, but I must know." and Peter snorted,

"Liv," he shouted, "come here a moment," and after a few Liv stuck her head around the door. "Ororo here wants to know how potent the pheromone is, and won't take no for an answer. Please, either explain or persuade her." Liv took one look at Peter, frowned and shrugged.

"If she is stupid enough. Peter, stop thinking like we can't take responsibility. If she says it's okay, then go ahead, by now you should realise we all expect things like this to happen, but try not to be too loud dear," giving Ororo a once over, "she does look like a screamer."

Peter shook his head, "Oh come on Liv. Liv?" but his door just closed. "You know Gwen designed a female viagra based on this right? And so far everyone it's been used on has given it a thumbs up."

Ororo had no idea, "I am an adult Peter, and I do not believe" and it hit her, and in a flash, she was on his lap, she kissed him, feeling his lips on hers she moaned. Tugging at her blouse it was split open and her breast spilled out from her bra she ripped open at the front.

Peter could only stare as Ororo threw herself at him, he had directed it the best he could and hit her with a full dose and in only a breath her hands grabbed his and pressed them into her breasts. As large as Felicia, they swayed as he rubbed them, their chocolate coffee colour perfectly complemented by their much darker round nipples now hardening under his fingers. While he couldn't see her skirt was lifted up and she rubbed herself on his growing erection. He knew this was not what she wanted and he refused to allow himself to spring free,

"Please, in," and one hand rubbed over his groin. She moaned as she felt just how large he was and ached to have him inside her. Looking down she had moved her panties to one side and was rubbing herself over his now drenched pants, "please Peter," but he shook his head. Instead, she thrust her chest into his face, finding his lips with her erect nipples, for a brief moment, Peter took one in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before regaining his composure and pushing her back.

Reaching over he grabbed a bottle of neutraliser, each chair and table had one velcroed to it for emergencies, and he sprayed it in her face.

Pulling her close he let the spray work and her breathing calmed, "you can let me go now," and as he did she leaned back, uncaring she was still exposed. She sighed and as she arched her back, he could feel that she had come, even from the simple rubbing she had done. Unhindered, she let the shaking subside and then leant forwards placing a hand on his shoulder.

"So, is it like that for them all?" and Peter tilted his head and shook it.

"No, only Laura and we doused the whole place when we realised." and leaning back he stared up at the ceiling, "but uh, could you?" and Ororo laughed.

"It is a bit late for that Peter. I believe that embarrassment is unbecoming, especially when I can feel you are just as willing as I was." While Ororo seemed unfazed Peter wasn't. As he drank in her beauty he shook his head,

As his erection was pressed against her, trapped between her toned thighs Peter sighed, "yeah, but, I wasn't joking when I said this was a bad idea, aren't you like engaged to the king of Wakanda. I like sex, I really like this but I don't do the cheating boyfriend bit, even for you. So please?" and Ororo laughed but nodded, sliding herself back off his lap.

"I think T'Challa and I may not be as close as I thought. He is very insistent about you and that is an argument waiting to happen."

"Yeah, but still not going to screw his fiance to prove a point,"

"There is no need to be crude, and I can safely say that even if T'Challa and I reconcile, this would not have gone much further would it?" and Peter frowned,

"Oh come on, another test? And what if I'd gone through with it? What if I was balls deep in you right now. You weren't stopping, and it's not exactly a secret I had a crush on you, shit," Peter lifted himself out of his chair and stomped over to the door, "and you wonder why I don't trust you guys," and he swore and muttered under his breath. "Getting really tired of these games"

"I was not playing and I was not going to stop you," Ororo shrugged, "I am not an idiot nor am I a weak toy for someone to play with. I expected what could happen, and I can defend myself if it was something I was unwilling to accept. I had faith however that you were telling me the truth, you are not a rapist and consent is very much a big thing." but Peter was still shaking his head, opening the door the fresh air of the warehouse cleaned out the sweet smell of the almost sex, "And even if you were, as you said 'balls deep' inside me, I would not be complaining. I am not a child and can deal with the consequences of my actions."

As she looked at the expression on his face, and the bulge in his pants. She considered for a moment allowing him to continue. He was attractive and the pheromone he gave off had turned a small spark of attraction into a raging fire of desire. Under other circumstances, if they were the same age, or if she was not already engaged she could see herself with him, but as he rightly said, she was still engaged to T'Challa, no matter how short that might last.

"It was still stupid, and I was stupid for going along with it, and for the love of god please button up your blouse." Ororo stood, her skirt around her waist, both breasts bared and Peter could see the light wisps of pubic hair sticking out from very wet panties, pushed to one side, showing her very wet and excited pussy.

He gulped but could not drag his eyes away. It was rude, and he knew it was rude but she was gorgeous and the first woman, the first older woman he had ever had a crush on. As his eyes travelled up, he took in everything and as they met hers she gave him a small smile with beautiful blue eyes. Unashamed she just shrugged slightly,

"You are not giving yourself enough credit Peter, you are very handsome, and even I know for a pheromone to work there must be an attraction."

Peter slumped back down in his chair. "Go downstairs, tell Liv what happened and take a shower." Peter rubbed his hands over his face. While he was not going to say no, and damn that was amazing to see the first person he ever crushed on, it was also draining. His patience and willpower were both at a tipping point and he needed some alone time. "But don't expect an apology. You were warned and I'm tired of dealing with stupid shit like this. Next time I won't stop."

Ororo raised an eyebrow, "Next time?" and Peter just rubbed a hand over his face, grinned, and shrugged,

"I'm not the one half-naked, with her skirt around her waist, and her panties pushed to one side. Once is a mistake, twice in an invitation," and as she looked down even she laughed.

Buttoning her blouse, she took her panties off, unwilling to wear something that was wet and balled them up and pushed them into a bag in her purse to deal with later. Peter had already seen everything, so she had no illusion of modesty anymore, and undressing to be more comfortable was more important right now.

"Maybe, but this time was a misunderstanding. I am sorry Peter," as she adjusted herself and became decent, "but this was my fault and while you do have a huge effect, I cannot say this will ever happen again. As you rightly said, I do have a fiance, and like you, I would not cheat."

As Ororo gathered her things she opened the door and Wanda was stood there, looking guilty and rubbing her hands together, "uh Peter, Laura, Jean, and I have picked out our homes, Liv has asked if everything is okay," and as she sniffed, she spied Ororo's hastily buttoned clothing,

Once downstairs, Liv shook her head and grinned, "Have fun dear?" and Ororo sighed,

"I am sorry Miss Octavious, I was wrong and," but she paused and shook her head, "I will be back to check on Laura and Jean later, if that is okay?" and Liv nodded, watching as a despondent Ororo left.

Once she was out of the warehouse, Liv burst into laughter, "stupid woman."

As Ororo drove her car back to the mansion she expected a phone call and was not disappointed. As her senses had been cut off when she entered the warehouse she became aware of the smallest line, a single thread-thin pulse that stuck into the warehouse like a needle, or in this case, like a worm.

As she hit the hands-free on the steering wheel,

"Ororo, may I ask what you have been doing?" It was T'Challa, and Ororo had expected this.

"I dropped off two of my students at their new home, and how are you my love?" she asked him innocently,

"I am not good. I hear what you say but I do not believe what you are saying."

"Then why did you ask?" she spat accusingly. The trap had not been for Peter.

She knew full well what sort of person he was, having spent enough time at school trying to help him. As for herself, she had expected his power to affect her. Growing up knowing mutants enlisted there had to be some with that ability. She just hadn't expected it to be as potent.

There was definitely a thrill as his eyes devoured her, and even the thought of him ravaging her was enough to bring her to a tipping point. If he had not stopped, she would have let him and gone back for more. She felt his gaze linger over her as he took in everything, and she had to admit that his desire had made her feel not just beautiful, but wanted as well.

"I was hoping that you would admit your wrongdoing and that we could find a way to work together on this." T'Challa sounded upset and angry but so was Ororo. He had her and the warehouse under surveillance, and she was not happy about it.

"My wrongdoing? How long have the Dora been following me? How long have you had Peter under surveillance?"

She heard him sigh over the phone, "He is a threat Ororo, and you are my fiance. Even if you do not like it, you need to be protected against the enemies of Wakanda."

"Do you remember how we met?" and there was a slight pause,

"I do not-" but she interrupted him,

"Do you remember?" she asked more forcefully,

T'Challa sighed, "My father had you rescued from a warlord in Kenya. You were to be his bride, as a chosen of the Goddess. By having your pre-pubescent virgin blood he would have obtained godhood and ruled for a thousand years."

"And after your father watched me kill that man, after you watched me walk barefoot and bloodied into your home, still gripping the stone I used to cut open his throat. Do you for one second think that even without my powers that I need your protection?"

T'Challa took in a breath and sighed. "It is not a matter of what I think, the council voted that as my Queen you are to be protected, whether you like it or not. As am I, and as is Shuri. Every Wakandan royal travels with guards, and you are no exception."

"Oh, and are you not head of that Council? As King, do you not have the final say?"

"I happen to agree. You are my Queen, and no one shall touch you as long as I live."

Ororo snorted, "Your Queen? I already told one man today that I am not a toy to be played with. That includes you T'Challa, call off your Dora or I will not be returning to Wakanda."

"Ororo, please. The records we have stated quite clearly that the devourer is a danger to not just those around him but to the Earth itself, be reasonable. My Dora Milaje are there for your protection and have orders not to interfere, it is a security detail, nothing more."

Ororo was still unhappy though, "I understand that T'Challa, but right now, they are not. You spied on me, you broke a trust. How am I to trust you in the future if I know you are watching my every move? How is this any different from going through my emails, or my phone calls?" and the silence on the other end of the phone was telling,

"Oh, I swear by our ancestors T'Challa, if you have-"

"I have," was all he said and Ororo yelled in anger at her phone and cut the call.

Pulling over her car into the emergency layby, she clenched her fists and bashed them against the steering wheel, crying out in frustration and betrayal.

He had always been there for her. He was there when she walked barefoot and scared into the palace. He was supposed to be her rock, someone she could always turn to when she needed guidance or just a simple ear to listen. The guards she could understand, it was the lying she hated.

In one afternoon her world had been broken, and as she clenched her fists she vowed to herself, from then on, it would be her world, and no one, not T'Challa, not Charles, nor anyone, would tell her how to live her life.


Capítulo 185: Arc Seven. Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Five. AIMing Higher

Basking in the glow of three new housemates, a new pool room that they had figured out a rotation and explained the flag system so he didn't walk in on either Jean or Wanda, life in the warehouse had settled down once more.

Wanda had been brief, she had a slightly glazed look on her face but once Peter refreshed the air and sprayed more neutraliser she smiled, patted him on the shoulder and left, leaving him confused. Gwen just smiled and winked as he came down from his place, and he guessed while she was unwilling, Wanda had ventured up to see if he and Ororo had crossed a line.

Jean had been given a grace period. While she had picked a home, she was still wary of what the professor could do to bring her back to the mansion, something Peter wanted to have a strongly worded argument with him about, but as it was her life, Jean was perfectly capable of doing that herself.

With the Hydra forces mopped up. There was only one issue that needed to be dealt with. Shaw. Before he could even deal with that, another landed right in his lap. As to what the mess would be, Peter still had no idea.

As he sat at the very expensive looking table, crisp white tablecloth and a very expensive steak with roast potatoes in front of him, he listened to the very eloquent and very well dressed man speak.

Aldrich Killian had introduced himself and while Peter first impression was snake oil salesman, not helped by the fact that Justin Hammer was here, the more he spoke, the more it piqued Peter's curiosity.

Aldrich was handsome, greeting hair swept back over a widow's peak. "You see, after some investigation into Stark's new product line we both noticed that while Stark Tech was on the box, your name, or Miss Stacys was on the patent." He was busy enjoying the same steak as Peter while Justin had a more unusual hamburger and fries. He was a small unassuming man, and Peter would never have guessed, looking at his pencil thin figure and narrow face that sat across from him was supposedly the third richest man in America.

"So, after some digging, I realised that Stark, as always, had taken someone else's idea and ran with it. Acquiring patents from Oscorp and screwing both yourself and Ms Octavious out of a rather large amount of money."

Peter nodded, unwilling to interrupt the man who seemed to be reciting a speech.

"So, Justin and I are looking for a partner, one who shares similar, let's say, feelings towards Stark. We know about the video, Miss Potts's indiscretion is of no matter but the way you got back at him, was immensely enjoyable. Myself, he had me arrested in a parking garage, and Justin, well, there are still pages with the world's smallest-" but Justin cleared his throat, "ah yes, of course, sorry Justin." and Aldrich smiled. That snake oil salesman smile.

"So, I get that," Peter said, "but why me? I mean, you both are famous. Hammer might not get the best press but you still get press, and while I don't know who you are Mr Killian, someone influential enough to know what I've been doing and bribe their way into the records office to get my file, you must either have connections or money and from your suit, both."

Aldrich smiled, "please, call me Aldrich and it's simple Peter. You are smart but more importantly, you are young. An upcoming talent that no one has heard of, well except Stark, but he's hell-bent on crushing you. We want you to work with us, not for us. We start an umbrella corporation, one under which you can restart Parker Incorporated, my one company, FuturePharm and Hammer Industries. All sharing data, all working to further humanity, and of course, make a lot of money. Advanced Idea Mechanics. One goal, One AIM. nice huh. I think marketing tracked it as scoring positively amongst the general populace."

"Again, why me? I've no capital, no investors, nothing to offer." and as he took a drink of his coke, Hammer and Killian shared a look and Aldrich smiled,

"But you do have ideas. The CLS is brilliant, Olivia Octavious still holds the patent for her arcstar reactor and her harness. Gwen Stacy holds the patent for her Stacy formula, that's what we want. Money isn't an issue, a million or two is worth the investment on the hundred million we make back. Even ten or twenty million is nothing Peter. You are the next Stark. We want that. We have money, we need ideas."

Peter carefully chewed the very nice steak and swallowed. "I need to think about it. I have Shield as well, and Gwen works for Stark, there might be a noncompete clause in her contract. It's a lot Mr Aldritch, really, I mean, you're expecting me to trust you when Stark took one look at me and punched me through a wall, so forgive me if I'm a little hesitant."

Justin snorted and Killian laughed, "how about a tour of my latest project. It's what I want Liv to have a look at. We have another of Tony's ex and disgruntled employees, Maya Hanson. If Miss Octavious has heard of her that should speak for itself, as for non competes, well, we wouldn't want to get Gwen in trouble or jeopardize a new relationship. Say, next week?" and Peter nodded. He had his meeting with Shaw in a few days but as he expected that to come to nothing other than yelling he would be free. As Killian offered his hand to shake it Peter felt something being slipped into his pocket and taking the man's hand and smiling, he ignored it.

"Great, Great. I'll send a car for you, don't worry we know where you live." and he gave that smile again, Peter couldn't make up his mind if it was genuine or fake and really didn't want to get into the habit of using his powers to tell. He had seen where it led Xavier and he didn't want that to be his future as well.

As they watched Peter leave, Adrian sipped the last of his wine, "you think he'll figure it out?"

Hammer dipped a triangle of fries in ketchup, "I hope so, and before it's too late," and Adrian shrugged.

Lifting the vial out of his pocket he pulled out the stopper and sniffed, noting that the liquid smelt slightly like machine oil and left a silvery film on the inside of the bottle. Shrugging, he put the lid back on and stuck it back in his pocket. Whatever it was he would get Liv or Gwen to examine it later.

As he made his way home, Peter noticed a tail but thought nothing of it. It could be Nat, testing him, as he shook his head it could be anyone and he ignored them. Back at the warehouse, a party was in full swing, with Wanda teaching Laura how to dance, while Liv and Gwen were sitting together.

"Good news?" and Gwen shouted,

"Hey, Pete! Guess who graduated?" and Peter frowned. Gwen had been getting credit for her work at Stark Industries but he had no idea it was this close. Deciding to tease her a little, he pointed at himself,

"Well, I have been working hard, and you guys threw a party." and while Liv chuckled to herself,

Gwen pouted, "me, you ass." and Peter nodded and lifted her from Livs lap, pulling her into a close hug and kissing her,

"Congratulations, you deserve it." but Gwen pulled back,

"Eugh, what have you been eating?" and Peter shrugged,

"Steak, I had that meeting with Hammer and Killian today. They bought me lunch," Peter was quite pleased, in fact, the meal alone had been worth meeting them, and their proposal had merit. He would wait though, if Gwen was graduating then it should be her day.

"Nuh-uh, you taste like ass. Unless you've been eating garbage, what did you eat?" and Peter shrugged,

"Really, we were at the new place, uh Cafe du Mer, the food was great." Gwen motioned to Liv, who sniffed at his mouth,

"No, I can smell it too. Are you sure it was good? Sorry dear but I need to borrow him." and taking Peter by the hand she led him into her new home, with a small work surface she used for her PC and lab work. "Arm," and Peter, used to the routine, presented his arm and as Liv fitted the rubber tubing she took a small blood sample. To test the first one she just left it in the sample tube and they both jumped when, rather than dissolving, it burst into flames.

"What the bloody hell?" Liv shouted as the tube burst. As they watched the black powder slowly consumed itself and burned with a small bright blue flame. "And you think that your steak was maybe overcooked?" and Peter laughed.

"Nothing tasted off though, so unless Aldrich dosed me, I have no idea." and thinking he took the stoppered vial out from his pocket. He sighed, the lid had come loose as he walked, and there was only the smallest amount left in the bottom. As Liv saw it she shook her head and stepped back, grabbing a sample bottle and placing it on a cart, she wheeled it over to him and he dropped it in and screwed the lid shut.

"I need you to see if you can purge yourself of any foreign material, Peter. If your blood sample burst into flames then we can't risk taking more. Can you, I don't know, see if you can feel whatever that sample was." and frowning Peter sat with his eyes closed.

Normally he could feel his cells, he knew enough about his biology now that he could make symbcells at will. He still lacked the fine control that Gwen had with Poison, but she had a cheat, Poison herself. He could only, and he paused, there it was. Venom spread out across his skin, covering him in a dark black sheen, which bled a strange orange coloured liquid. "There we go '' and Liv ran a sample swab over his skin and dropped it into a test tube. "I'll be upstairs dear, I'll let you know what I find, but for now, please don't set fire to anything," and thinking that his blood was flammable, she sighed, "or anyone." and Peter got the message loud and clear. No sex until they figured out what was going on.

Liv held a test tube full of orange liquid. "It's a virus and a very nasty one at that." and as the group stared at Peter he shrugged.

"I don't know, I thought I was immune to any viruses. Shouldn't my immune system have taken care of it." and Liv nodded,

"It did." In the loft meeting room, Liv pulled out a series of images and began to display them one by one.

"Whatever this virus is has integrated itself into your immune system. If I can hazard a guess, it's a viral serum. Designed to work in tandem with a person's body but ultimately being curable, and therefore reversible. Unlike the original super-soldier serum."

"So wait? I have more powers now?" and Peter flexed but shrugged, "I don't feel any different."

"That's the problem," and Liv clicked her mouse again, moving over to the next slide. "The virus is now active, it co-oped your current powers and it's mutating. We need to find out who infected you and get the cure. Look,'' and as Liv pointed at the slide, they could see the normally black blood cells, his co-opted immune response was now orange, and worse, there was a sign that his blood was full of them, more than normal. "I think, for want of a better term, you are sick. Isolation might be the best course, but as your immune system is already compromised, we have no way to cure you or figure out what effects it will have. No powers. Remove the Mind Stone from your body, just in case, and under no circumstances are you to even touch any of us. This is affecting your symbcells, the symbiotes are probably not immune to its effects and you may infect us."

"Uh, should I be sitting here then?" and Liv shook her head,

"It's not airborne and from its size, probably never will be. This is a man-made bloodborne infection. Someone dosed you, and as Aldrich Killian runs a pharmatech company, I will bet it was him."

"So, phone him to get the cure or you play the bad guy?"

"Do we want to warn him though? If this was intentional then we have to assume that he's probably watching us, to see what effect it has on you." and peter huffed

"I was being followed, but as they didn't follow me all the way here I thought nothing of it, just Fury being an ass or a stupid fan," and Peter took out his phone,

"Yeah, tell Killian I found his shitty virus. I want the cure or he gets it and his name plastered all over the web, and if he thinks that me fucking Pepper made the internet sing, wait till they get a video of me fucking him," and Peter hung up.

"You really need to work on your threats dear, that sounded incredibly homoerotic." and she smirked, "not that I'm complaining of course." and Gwen laughed as Peter shook his head.


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