Bab 109: Art // Rio Morales

(***R18 Start***)

No, this was some next level type of thing. It was perfect. Art, some would say. She needed to give some lessons because what Felix was experiencing was magical.

Felix gasped and heaved, his hands gripping her hips like drunken sailor losing their grip. The morning light filtered through the blinds. Birds chirped outside, but inside, the only sounds were of labored breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh.

Rio Morales, a Latina MILF with the best ass in New York, was riding him like she owned him. Her toned, round ass moved in a mesmerizing rhythm, each rock and roll driving his cock deeper into her tight, velvet pussy grip.

They had been fucking for so long. She blew him, she sucked him off, she rode, he plowed her from behind, they kissed, and they showered. No matter what it was, the both of them were godly at it. Rio didn't bounce on him willy-nilly, she grinded. She took and understood his cock. Even now, as dawn broke, they were still going strong. Her passion for riding did not diminish.

Felix Faeth, being literally Spider-Man, had never imagined a night like this. He expected to break her. Overwhelm her with his rapid, womb-kissing thrusts. That did not happen. His cock, thick and virile, was buried to the hilt in her pussy, every inch of him stretched to accommodate her voracious appetite for more. Rio looooved his cock. She loved getting fucked. She did not break, she enjoyed and fell deeper and deeper in love. He watched in awe as she stared into his eyes, her brown gaze intense and unwavering. There was no kissing, just an unspoken connection.

Lying down, head on a pillow, a brown ass riding him like there was no tomorrow. Booty flexing, breasts brushing up his chest over and over. Nice and slow, then suddenly, faster and faster. She alternated and smiled and did so with ruthless ecstasy. Her eyes were rolling back and yet she remained committed.

"Felix, your cock... Dios mío, it feels so good," Rio moaned, her voice husky. She came closer, inches away from his face. "So good and deep…mmmmm~!"

Her smile. Her damn smile. So cute and innocent and wonderful on her.

She went faster, faster, faster. That ass started to bounce instead of grinding and yet her face barely moved. She had that arch. You know, the type that a woman could only be born with. If anyone was watching, they would think this woman was a goddess. Everything about her technique was equally slutty, hot, and graceful.

"Mm, you're so big, so hard~! Haahhh~!" Her boobs, hardly C-cups were so close and delicious on her figure. He wanted to grope them. Out of some strange desire of respect that didn't make sense during sex, he kept them to her hips. "Fuuuuck…! I'm cumming again…" She inched closer, foreheads touching, and nearly kissed him. "Are you?"

He had always been respectful of her boundaries, mindful of the fact that she was a single mother to Miles, her young son. But last night, something had snapped, and their mutual attraction had exploded into a wild, passionate encounter that neither of them could resist. Was it alcohol? It was, wasn't it? The alcohol had loosened their inhibitions and now they were fucking like animals.

Now, hours later, they were still fucking. Rio's ass, the best he had ever seen, was a work of art that he couldn't stop admiring or groping. Man…

Fuck it. It was toned and round, the perfect shape for him to grip and pull. So that was what he did. He grabbed those soft booty cheeks and clenched them like they were stretchy mounds. Her ass grabbed, she continued to ride him, her gasps and moans echoing.

"God…! Fuck, fuck, fuuuck~! Mm, you're just SO amazing, Felix!" Each orgasm was more intense than the last, her figure convulsing around his cock. She would look down at him, her eyes wide with wonder, and murmur praises in Spanish. He didn't understand and he didn't mind that.

"Lord, Felix, you're amazing. Mmmm...! Your cock is rewriting everything I ever felt." Haa…haahh! She was so close again! "It's better than anything anyone has ever given me~!"

Hearing her say that made his heart swell with pride and so, he started thrusting. With a gasp and a smile, her ass smacked down harder. Their pace quickened. Rio's booty was a blur of motion, before suddenly stopping for an oldie.

"Fuuuck!" Her ass was gyrating on his cock with a precision that left him breathless. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the need to release growing stronger as she clamped down on him.

"Felix, I'm so close," Rio panted and smiled. "I'm going to come again. Your cock…"

He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her closer as he prepared to give her the release she craved. "Cum for me, Rio. Let go. I'm right here with you."

With a strangled sound between a cry and a gasp, head thrown back, she did just that. She arched, her back bowing as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. How many were they at this point?

Seeing her lose control like that pushed him over the edge. Grunting, Felix let go and his cock pulsed and completely filled her up with his thick, virile cum. It was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever needed. The creampie was overwhelming, rewriting her memories. No, not rewriting it, marking it. Showing there was something new.

As his balls spasmed and shot up her womb, he rose up, reached up to cup her face, and pulled her for a deep, searing kiss. Her C-cup breasts pressed against his chest, their bodies melding together.

Kissing someone while cumming inside them. There wasn't a better feeling in the world. His cock was still buried inside her, twitching with residual pleasure as their tongues danced together. His cum slipped out from the corners of her cunt.

The moment they broke the kiss and his cock stopped breathing, they could stare.

"Wow."

That was Rio and she giggled.

"You're still hard, you know."

Felix flushed. Maybe having such a high libido was bad. Maybe finality was—

"I like that." Her forehead touched his. "Lots of women complain about their guys cumming fast and going soft. Guess with you, there's no issue."

Alongside that remark, she reached back and massaged his balls.

"Such good boys, hm~?"

"Yeah…"

"What do you feed them? Pineapple?" she joked, giggling.

"Diet, sleep, and oysters. It's zinc-rich."

She kissed him on the lips again. "Nerd."

Rio's giggles turned to a hitched breath when she slowly slid off Felix's still-throbbing cock. "M-mmm…so big…gosh…!" She trembled from the aftershocks. Just his cock leaving her caused so much stirring in her pussy. Her walls were lonely, all of a sudden.

That didn't mean it was over.

She knelt between his legs, her dark eyes locked onto his, a tender, mischievous smile playing on her lips. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over her flawless, caramel skin. "Let's end this with a clean up, hm?"

"Sure. Whatever you want, Rio."

Giggling, her fingers traced the length of his shaft, which was fully fucking hard despite hours of fucking and creampies. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. She grabbed the base and went all the way up. Schlap, schlap, schlap! Wet from her cunt and his creampie, it was an easy thing to jack off. Felix smiled and asked, "Are you here to clean up and make me cum again?"

"Is that what you want?"

"I have work, so alas, as much as I'd like to cum all over your pretty face, I can't."

"Nice to be called pretty." With deliberate slowness, she jerked him one last time and swallowed the head of his cock into her mouth. Felix let out a low, guttural moan. When it came to blowjobs and riding, Rio Morales did not have an equal. It just wasn't close.

Rio's technique was nothing short of divine. She alternated between gentle licks and firmer sucks. Her lips were like velvet, enveloping him in warmth and wetness. She took more of him into her mouth, her throat contracting around his length as she deepthroated him expertly. Felix's hands clenched the sheets, his entire body tensing with pleasure.

"God, Rio," he gasped. "You're amazing at this. Just…amazing!"

She pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his member. Her eyes sparkled with pride and lust as she smiled up at him. "Only for you, Felix. Only for you."

She promptly resumed her worship and went for the deepthroat approach, her head bobbing up and down his length. After some wanted groans, she switched to sucking, cheeks hollowing.

'Fuuuck! She's just so good at switching!'

While sucking the tip, she used her hands to stroke the base of his shaft, ensuring every inch of him was enveloped. She did not spare a single inch.He could feel his arousal building once more, his cock growing harder and his balls bursting from the seams of his sack.

He just wanted to cum. When it came to Rio, the only option was to nut. Just nut and don't think about it.

To have that kind of effect on him, literally Spider-Man, it should have been impossible.

Sluuurp!

Rio Morales made the impossible possible with those lips of hers.

Rio's free hand strayed lower, cupping his ballsack gently. She massaged them with just the right amount of pressure, her nails lightly scraping the sensitive skin. Felix groaned loudly, his back arching off the bed. "Fuck, Rio…! Y-you just…can't s-stop, huh!?"

Her response was to leave his dick and clean his balls with her talented tongue, licking and nibbling delicately. She made a show of swallowing each one, her eyes never leaving his as she did so. Tongue cleaning, her hands still jerking him off. She was making sure her saliva was making everything nice and clean.

Felix froze up from everything. It was like…damn! Damn!

"I'm going to cum soon…!"

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and hunger. "Do it, Felix. I want to taste every drop."

Her words were his undoing. With a final, powerful thrust of her head, going down to base, nose pressed to his pelvis, Rio brought him to the brink. Felix's orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed into her eager mouth. Rio swallowed every drop, not missing a single precious release. Her own body trembled with the effort, her pussy twitching in sympathy.

When the last wave of pleasure ebbed away, Felix lay back, spent but utterly satisfied. Technically, he could get hard but seeing the way Rio lips on his cock…

Pop!

"Mmmm…!" A finger went into her mouth and stretched out a long strand of cum. It was a lengthy, seductive moment that ended when she popped her back in. Rio looked, smiled, and went to sit at the end of the bed. She was smiling, facing her bathroom door, and adjusting her hair.

"Going to take a shower?" he asked.

"Want to join?" she asked with those classic fuck-me eyes and smile.

Yes was Felix's answer.

***

The bathroom was small but cozy, with tiles that felt cool underfoot as they stepped inside. It was a little smaller than his own, actually. Rio turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the steam began to rise, creating a warm, intimate haze. Felix waited with his hung flaccid dong.

Once the shower was to her living, she put one foot in. Although the second was not placed. First, she peered over her shoulder with that old, erotic husky smile.

"Coming?"

"I'm pretty good," he joked, patting his sack. Rio laughed and went in. Felix went in a moment after.

"Sheesh." Rio looked over at his dick. "You are hung like a horse. It makes the textbooks seem inaccurate."

"It is what it is. Call it a blessing."

"Then call me a blessed girl."

Rio tilted her head back to soak her hair under the water. Her curls relaxed in the heat, dark waves cascading down her back. She squeezed a dollop of shampoo into her hand and began working it through her hair, her fingers expertly weaving through the strands.

Felix watched her for a moment, then ogled her ass, a small smile tugging at his lips. God, what a divine ass. The same way his cock was.

As the laughter subsided, Rio grabbed her conditioner and worked it through her hair in sections, her fingers deftly detangling as she went. Felix reached for the soap again, but his movements slowed as he glanced at her. There was something so natural, so grounded about the way she carried herself, even in a situation as mundane as this.

"My Mami's gonna flip when she finds out I'm bringing home a white boy. And a nerd at that."

"I'm not that much of a nerd."

Rio peered over her shoulder, water streaming over her shoulders. Felix had a sleek, muscled look. He was pretty tall too, hovering at that six-foot-range. "I suppose not. You are…hung. Ah, sorry, m-muscled." She flushed and looked back.

Felix grinned. "Will the money soften the nerdy white guy look?"

Rio giggled, shaking her head as she rinsed the conditioner from her hair. "Definitely. She's practical like that." For a moment, the humor faded, replaced by a quiet thoughtfulness. Rio glanced at him, her expression softer. "Felix… what are we, exactly?"

Felix paused, soap in his hands. He looked at her, trying to read her expression. "What do you mean?"

"Are we… in a relationship? Like, officially?"

Felix put a hand on his hip, the seriousness of her question grounding him. Despite, you know, his cock hanging out. "Is that what you want?"

Rio hesitated, then gave a small nod. "I…I think so. I mean, I'm not against it. I like you. I like you a lot."

"Thank you but I hear a but there."

"S-sorry." Rio seemed so guilty—more than she should have been. They were adults, they could talk and negotiate. "But I'm busy, Felix. I've got a lot on my plate—trying to get into med school, working toward something I've wanted my whole life. And you… you've got your own stuff going on. Buying a house, whatever it is you're doing."

Felix blinked, caught off guard. "Wait. Med school? Since when?"

Rio laughed lightly, tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "I've been working toward it for years. I used to be a nurse but that was, well, just a substitute. And teaching was… I did it for Miles. Picking him up, dropping him off, doing activities for the summer, it was perfect. Since I was a girl though, I've always wanted to be a doctor. It's just...taken me a while to get here."

Felix stared at her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You've never asked," she said with a smile. "And…how do I say this? I don't mean to offend. Some nights Felix, you're a bit…intense. I know when to leave a man alone when they're scowling like that. My husband and brother-in-law were cops."

"...right."

A cop. A thief. A criminal. A superhero. Rio's luck with the men in her life was...

He didn't know what came after him. Without thinking, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

Rio blinked in surprise, then laughed softly, her voice muffled against his chest. "What's this for?"

"For encouragement," Felix said simply.

"That's…" Rio laughed, leaning into the embrace. For a moment, the world outside the bathroom didn't matter. It was just them, sharing a small, intimate moment in the midst of the chaos of their lives.

Until her hands found his cock.

"Rio…" He looked down at her and he saw what was the most innocent-guilty smile in the world. Rio Morales, Latina hottie, jerking his soft cock. A soft grip with a soft up-and-down motion.

"What? That massive thing is impossible to ignore when it's pressed up against me like that."

'The same could be said for your boobs.'

Felix closed his eyes. Her hands were magic and he groaned, the sound deep and guttural. "Rio," he breathed.

"Shh," she hushed him, her thumb brushing over the tip of his cock. "Just relax, honey."

She continued to stroke him, coaxing him back to full hardness. His cock swelled in her hand, heavy and thick, and Rio couldn't help but marvel at its size. It was perfect, just like everything about him, and she wanted to savor every moment of this. When it reached its full size, it was pressed between their stomachs.

"Mm…" Rio licked her lips, one hand palming the wide crown. Her other hands roamed lower, cupping his balls and gently massaging them. Felix shuddered, his head falling back

"Y-you really want to do this?"

While he looked up, Rio's eyes never left his. "Why not? It's a ladies job to empty their man's balls," she replied, her tone possessive and loving all at once. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before trailing her lips down his arm. Her mouth found his nipple, and she flicked it with her tongue, eliciting another groan from him.

Felix's hands found her waist, pulling her closer. He needed to touch her, to feel her skin against his. His fingers traced the curve of her hips, then dipped lower, delving between her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy hot and ready for him. He slipped two fingers inside, pumping them in and out as she continued to pump his cock.

"Felix," she gasped. "Y-you…"

Her reaction only fueled his desire. He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her. Rio's breath hitched, her body arching as she rode his hand. She didn't understand it. She whimpered. "H-how…?"

"How am I so good?" He laughed. "Let me guess: you've never orgasmed from getting fingered? Is it a first?"

She clenched tightly. He took that as a yes. She gasped and her grip on his cock loosened. She lost this. Her orgasm was building fast and hard and his godly fingers were responsible for it. She didn't understand that being the famed Spider-Man, the Wall-Crawler, his fingers possessed a certain "property" to them.

A property that let him climb walls and finger women like they were blushing Victorian-era maidens. Rio could feel it coiling in her belly, tightening with every thrust of his fingers. She bit her bottom lip while her legs shook.

"Gonna cum?"

"Y-yes! Yes!"

She hardly heard as she went over the edge, crying out in between a gasp and a moan, legs shaking as she came around his fingers. Her orgasm tore through her. She clung to him, her legs weak, her vision swimming.

When the tremors finally subsided, Rio looked up at Felix. "Y-you really…"

"Are a nerd?"

Rio let out a sound between a laugh and a satisfied sigh. "Yes…mm…" She relaxed and closed her eyes, head to his chest. She wished to relax forever.

Unfortunately, a big cock was poking her pussy for attention. Situated between her thighs, the angry member felt neglected. Rio giggled and her eyes fluttered open.

"Mami won't understand. But you know, sometimes, you have to ignore your parents."

The smiling babe pushed away from him, arms spread to expose her sexy body. The C-cup boobs, the child-bearing hips, the navel, and the brown complexion. All of it served on a silver platter. She put a hand on her hips, blew a kiss, and then turned to offer her pussy to him.

Was there any time to waste?

CLAP!

In a single second, his cock filled her completely. Rio gasped, palm pressed flat against the shower wall. This was a tight shower stall in Harlem. A tight place for a tight fuck. "Ngghhh~! Feliiiix~!"

Every inch of him stretched her, teased her, made her feel things she had never felt before. He was big, so damn big, and she loved it.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Raw, animalistic thrusts. He wanted that booty to clap. He wanted to hear her squirm and whimper. Felix gave it everything he had here, the same way she did for him. Maria Hill had taught him to do a build-up.

Hell no. Not with Rio. Not when all that mattered was each other.

"Love it, love it!" Thrust, thrust, thrust from Felix! Gasp, moan, whimper from Rio. "You're so tight!"

She nodded, totally at his mercy. In doggy-style, in this shower, after a whole night of fucking, she could not smack her ass back. "Only for you," she panted, her words a breathless confession. "Only for your cock~!"

He continued to fuck her in that same primal manner. The water cascaded over them. Rio's legs shook from every intense, love-making thrust. Every womb-crushing fuck. It was like he was claiming her pussy for himself. It was different from the creampies. This was all about loosening her up. Stretching her so that no other man could fuck her.

"I-is this because—ngghh~! Because I said we shouldn't date immediately!?"

"What do you think?"

"I—oohhhh~! Ngghhh~! C-cummiiiing~! I-I'm cummiiing a-and…gosshhh~!" She tilted her head back, almost as if to make eye contact. "I-I won't! I won't talk to other men! I-I promise~! Promissshhhh~!"

This raw fucking, bootycheek-clapping sex was stopping her from speaking. "F-Feliix~! Feliixsshhh~! Feliiisshhh~! I-I can't~! You're too gooood~!"

He grunted and grinned. This was incredible! These orgasms, this tightening pusy, this was everything he could want from his neighbour. To be honest, he didn't care about the whole, "Let's decide later." He was fucking Spider-Man, of course he needed time to think.

"I-I won't let any othhhher cock fuck me! Never! Ever! No other cock but yours~! YOURS~!"

But this was fun to hear. Rio wasn't breaking like his other women did. She was genuinely talking to him. She was wholeheartedly making this suggestion in good conscience.

"Cumming, cumming, cumming~! Cummingcummingcummiiiiiing~!"

Okay, maybe not in complete good conscience, but like eighty-percent. Her cunt was squeezing him as if it hadn't been fucked in a decade—which it hadn't. Felix's balls decided that was good enough. He went balls-deep and came. White pelvis pressed to her caramel ass cheeks, his superhuman cumshots painted her walls white, making sure that the shower would wash it all away in the end. Rio's legs shook and she let out a guttural moan. Following him filling her up and his cum leaking out, she whimpered.

"Haah…!" He slapped her ass as he unsheathed six inches. The jiggle affect of her ass was burned into his head. "As amazing as always, Rio!"

"Y-you…tooo…hngghhh~!"

Eyes rolled back, cheek pressed to the wall, heavy breathing, and tongue lolled out. A classic ahegao. Rio Morales, a Latina, had the expression down.

Finally, Felix pulled out, stepping back as he caught his breath. Rio leaned against the tiled wall, eyes closed, her legs still shaky from their exertions. His cum flowing and getting wiped by the shower, she exhaled loudly. "That was... amazing. Nghhh…!"

Rio opened her eyes, jittered and turned to face him, only to fall.

Except Felix caught her, foreheads touching and holding her up by her ass. Laughing, he kissed her. Rio broke the kiss with her own kiss. This was nice.

(***R18 End***)

Felix stood in Rio's cozy kitchen, utterly naked, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows and highlighting every inch of his lean, toned body. His swinging dong was in full view. Across from him, Rio stood in nothing but an apron—a short, frilly thing that only emphasized her curves and barely covered her pussy and tits.

She looked over her shoulder at him as she worked the stove, frying up some eggs and bacon. Her smile was playful, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Enjoying the view?" she teased, flipping a strip of bacon.

"Can't help it," Felix replied with a grin, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "But I gotta say, this feels like a health hazard. Grease splatter and all."

Rio made a pointed look to his cock. "Most women would say that thing is a health hazard."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not with you on the helm."

"I'm glad." Felix smirked. "Say, if you want to keep cooking in just an apron, I'll invent a flameproof one."

Rio couldn't help the small giggle that escaped. "Are you always this much of a smartie in the morning?"

"Only when I'm inspired," Felix quipped, pushing off the counter to walk over to her. His hand slid around her waist, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her shoulder. "And you, Ms. Morales, are very inspiring."

"Uh-huh," Rio replied, clearly pleased but trying to play it cool. "You're just buttering me up so I'll make you pancakes."

Felix grinned. "Is it working?"

"Maybe."

They flirted and bantered as they cooked, Felix occasionally stealing bites of bacon and earning giggles from Rio. She did mind at all. At one point, he stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist as she stirred pancake batter, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"You know," Rio said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, "this would be a lot easier if you actually helped."

"Hey, I'm providing moral support," Felix said, his lips brushing against her neck.

"Moral support, huh? Then you can morally support me by checking the door. My Amazon package might be here."

Felix smiled and let go of her. "Yes, ma'am!"

"Such a good boy." She patted him on the head and he went on his way.

Still very much in his birthday suit, he cracked the door open and peeked out. No package. With a shrug, he closed the door and headed back to the kitchen. Did he forget to lock the door? Yes. Did it really matter? Not really. Birthday suit or not, Felix could kick anyone's ass.

"Nothing," he announced.

Rio sighed, mock-pouting. She took off her apron. "Guess I'll just have to wait for my new mixer. Tragic."

Felix laughed and leaned on the table, arms crossed. "Are you trying to get me to buy one for you?"

Rio was done with making everything and putting the plates and such on the table. She eyed him with a smile. "Is it working?"

"Yes."

Arms behind her, boobs intentionally pressed forward, she cutely asked, "And how about a house for me?"

He stroked his chin, thinking, then put his hands on his hip. "Depends on how big."

"Hm…" She looked down, smiling widely. She relished the view of his hung, sculpted physique. "As many rooms as there are inches of your cock?"

Felix poked her heart—or her boob. Whichever you preferred. "That's pushing it, lady."

A laugh ensued, and within that laugh, the sound of the front door creaking open.

Both of them turned their heads toward the living room, confusion and mild alarm flickering across their faces. Felix's enhanced hearing picked up the faint sound of footsteps.

And then, creeping from the doorway and into the living room, was a thief in ordinary clothes.

Aaron Davis.

The tall, dark male looked over at the kitchen and his jaw dropped. The nude Felix, his swinging appendage on full display, and Rio, also nude and with her ass jutting out.

Rio let out a shriek and ran behind Felix, who did nothing but stand there in shock.

'That idiot, what is he doing here? Doesn't he remember—!?'

"Aaron?" Rio gasped, looking over Felix's shoulder. "Aaron!? Is that—? How—? What are you doing here?"

Aaron immediately turned his back on them. "S-sorry! I-I didn't mean to…it was open! I thought a burglar might have come in!"

Felix, caught between mortification and shock, grabbed a dish towel from the counter and attempted to cover himself. It was...semi-effective.

"Y-you're supposed to be missing! No, dead! H-how…" Rio peeked out from behind Felix, her face beet red. "Aaron, just how are you here!?"

Aaron stiffened. "T-that's…"

Rio stepped out from behind Felix, her apron back on but doing little to restore her dignity. "Aaron Davis," she called out in anger and disbelief. "I thought you were dead! I thought you and Jefferson were gone! And now you just show up out of nowhere and—" She gestured at Felix. "—walk in my apartment as if you own it!?"

Yep, that was why Felix was so shocked. He thought Aaron was keeping his distance. So why break that rule? Why approach now after years of distance?

Aaron held up his hands defensively, back still to them, not daring to look. "Hey, I didn't know this was happening! And trust me, if I did, I would've stayed far, far away!"

Felix, still holding the dish towel over his crotch, finally found his voice. "Okay, look, can we all agree that this is not how you two wanted to meet and we should, I dunno, chill the fuck out?"

Aaron snorted. "You think this is how I wanted to come back into her life? I was expecting, I don't know, tears, hugs, maybe some coffee!"

Rio groaned, covering her face with her hands.

Aaron took a step back, pointing toward the door. "You know what? I'm gonna pretend this didn't happen. I'm gonna walk out that door, and we're all gonna forget about this, okay?"

"Please do," Felix muttered.

Aaron turned on his heel and marched toward the door, muttering under his breath.

As the door closed behind him, Rio and Felix stood in stunned silence for a moment. Then Rio let out a nervous laugh. "Jefferson is alive, Aaron is alive…those damn brothers. They don't make things easy. Haah…hahhh…" Steady breaths. Her heart was racing fast.

The same could be said for Felix.

Felix let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping. "Definitely not how I thought my morning was gonna go."

"Sorry, you don't know him but he's...my dead brother-in-law."

Felix pursed his lips, acting like he didn't know the thief. "Dead?"

"It's...a long story that I..." A sigh from Rio. "I don't know. Sorry. Sorry for all this."

From the pursed lips, he smiled softly. "I'm a big boy, I can handle it."

"Emphasis on big." Rio laughed again, circling in front of him and resting a hand on his chest. "But you handled it well. All things considered."

"Really?"

Rio grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Really. At least he knows I've moved on."

Felix laughed again and pulled her into a hug. Then, slowly, she started crying. All Felix could do was comfort her.

***

Captain America observed the situation with her arms crossed. She had been here all night.

Yes, all night.

All.

Night.

Because justice.

She shooed Marcus Johnson away because as a Super Soldier, only she could stay up for a whole night. Ordinary men would lose their effectiveness no matter the training.

"Aaron Davis…" Leaning back on the leather chair, her fingers tightened on her arms. A flash of genuine investigative thought crossed her instead of the, well, guilty-horny thoughts. "Pretending he doesn't know Davis...interesting."

It was...moderately suspicious. From her understanding, Fury gave a strict warning to Felix to be tight-lipped about the incident. When ordinary people like Felix were given that order, they tended to be jumpy. They slipped up. So was it that suspicious? Not really. Especially because Felix was apparently close friends with Aaron Davis because they hung out at a club.

Whether it was 1940s or 2020s, the negative connotation of men going to the club lingered. Women didn't like it and men hid that fact from their women.

Still, she was curious about Aaron.

Captain America rolled to another monitor and typed. "Interesting. Just an hour ago, Maria Hill put in a word for Aaron Davis," said Marcus Johnson. "His profile changed. On Maria Hill's advice, he is orange-flagged and a Low Threat. Hm. MIA cop that returned to SHIELD eyes with a property owned by the Kingpin...navigation in the underworld...no impressive tech...calm and rational but certainly willing to turn to crime for justice. Orange flag is a bit much though."

Flags designated how volatile and reactive the target could be. Threat levels spoke for themselves; how much of a threat an individual was to a certain population with their full abilities. Captain America had seen her own profile: she too was orange-flagged but her threat level was a Significant Threat. From top to bottom, the threats levels went as so: Low Threat, General Threat, Significant Threat, High Threat, and Omega Threat.

Spider-Man, for example, was a red flag and a High Threat. Capable of escaping her and a whole squadron of SHIELD agents while injured, shot, and poisoned. Less than a week later, he managed to steal back his lost blood from a SHIELD helicopter via a hired mercenary (or so they presumed). Point was that Spider-Man's influence and physical might was among the highest out of any sole individual in the history of SHIELD.

Felix Faeth was a green flag and a Low Threat that…

"I mean, with that cock, he could be an Omega Threat," Samantha Wilson muttered. Saying it out loud, she flushed and went back to the camera. Except, by coincidence, Felix stopped hugging Rio and his dick was hanging out. Again.

Captain America reddened, looked away, took a peek, squealed, and then shut the camera off. Silence ensued.

"I need to get laid."

***

Aaron Davis was the type to wear a classic smirk that said, "I told you so." He also liked to outright say, "I told you so."

"So…I was right. Dating. Told you so."

That was the first thing Aaron said to Felix when they brushed past each other at the front door. Rio was waiting in the kitchen for the anticipated explanation for the deadman walking.

Felix inhaled. In a black coat and black slacks, he looked calm and cool. "It's…"

"Complicated?" Aaron cackled. "Yeah, right. Unless what? You're the pump and dump type?"

His brows furrowed. "I'm not."

"Didn't think so," Aaron said. "Don't worry, I won't take up a lot of her time. You can go back to plowing her cheeks in a jiffy."

Felix face-palmed. "Seriously, dude?"

"That was my shitty brother's wife and my nephew's mother so I'm rooting for ya."

"Alright, I'm leaving."

Felix planned on leaving soon anyway. His Spider-Sense had flared up here and there during the night. SHIELD was watching. They had not removed the cameras.

'Bunch of pervs.'

Although the cameras had not changed, the matter of spies following him had. There was no way. Going down the stairs and standing outside his apartment, he felt nothing.

'Obviously. I'm no suspect. I bet SHIELD and Fury are pooling all their resources towards finding evidence against the Chameleon.'

Felix checked his phone. "I wonder if Maria out yet." He doubted it considering her elevated role in the matter. She was the mastermind and the main character in whatever report SHIELD would write about this incident.

"Or Kate...?"

Kate had been kidnapped. Even if she was out, she probably needed to stay at the hospital.

He thought about calling Yuri Watanabe or going to the lawyer to see what specific assets he inherited. In the end, he decided to call a taxi to go to Daxter Labs. It felt like it had been months since his last visit, when in reality, it had been a week.

The taxi pulled up to the building once owned by a dead, alternate Reed Richards. On Lexington Avenue and East 58th Street, Felix stepped out, tipping the driver quickly before closing the door behind him. He adjusted his coat as he approached the front entrance.

As always, it appeared abandoned. Especially the door and the card scanner.

Stopping in front of the door, Felix spoke clearly: "Algorithm Sigma, Phase Delta, Authorization: Faeth-One-Two-Seven."

The doors clicked open. Felix strode inside, bypassing the sparse furnishings and heading directly to a brick wall on the right-hand side. Whether it was SHIELD or a casual observer, it was an ordinary brick wall.

Placing his hand against the cool surface, he said, "Biometric clearance: Faeth Alpha-Three-Nine."

There was a soft hum as the bricks began to rearrange themselves, retreating into the structure like puzzle pieces. The highly advanced elevator opened up which Felix stepped through without hesitation.

Down, down, down, he went.

The elevator doors opened. He was back. The Fantastic Computer at the back, the left wing for storage and the right wing for work. As well was the training chamber. Everything was it was prior.

Felix didn't have to wait long. A familiar metallic voice called out, "Dr. Faeth! You're back!"

From behind a workbench, a small, spherical robot zipped into view, arms extended. Little Herbie, with his glowing yellow eyes and endearing smile, flew straight toward Felix and hugged his leg.

"I missed you!" Herbie exclaimed. "Has SHIELD left you alone, Dr. Faeth?"

Felix chuckled, crouching to pat the robot's shiny head. "Missed you too, buddy. And yes, they finally have. They're too busy with the Chameleon now."

"Chameleon?"

"I'll explain later. Have you got them for me?"

Herbie gave a mechanical nod and opened the small compartment in his chest. From inside, he produced a sleek pair of advanced glasses, their black frame glowing faintly along the edges. "The Advanced Glasses 2.0. Same features except twice as durable."

Felix took them carefully, turning them over in his hands. "Thanks, Herbie. How are our resources?"

"We are completely out of wiring and metal!"

So nothing. "Luckily, I'll be getting us lots of stuff."

"Sounds exciting, Dr. Faeth!" Herbie spun in a circle, clearly pleased with himself. "Want me to boot up the Fantastic Computer while you settle in?"

"It's been shut off?"

"It has been in sleep mode. After all, as you instructed me, in my spare I should be working on that super secret project."

He smiled. Right, that. "Yes. Good. Very good."

Felix walked to a chair positioned in front of an imposing screen. The Fantastic Computer, the heart of Daxter Lab's operations. He slid the glasses onto his face as he sat, their interface syncing instantly.

"Alright, Herbie," Felix said, leaning back. "Tell me—anything major happen while I was away?"

Little Herbie went elsewhere. The Big Herbie who controlled and echoed throughout the lab booted up.

"Hello, Dr. Faeth. We have been detecting high amounts of radiation across the city. Locations from erratic locations."

Felix frowned. "Radiation? From what?"

"Unknown."

"Okay, let's think then. Where has there…oh, right. This should be obvious. The factory explosion. The radiation probably latched onto them. Workers, CEOs, Emma Frost, Felicia Hardy, me…over the past week, it must have increased." Felix leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Question is: is it dangerous?"

"Likely varies on the quality, quantity, and the person themselves. Dr. Faeth is certainly unaffected due to other radiation already in your systems." The spider-bite, put simply. "Ordinary people may not have the same immune response."

"Hm…I've seen Felicia and it has been a while since the explosion. If there are effects, we would have heard of them—unless Oscorp is suppressing people. Hrn. Check emails. Is that possible?"

Loading, loading.

"Emails of the injured have been sent. However, while common symptoms have been found, they pertain to burns and physical injuries such as broken arms and such. Oscorp has agreed to pay via their insurance branch."

"So it's likely not a health crisis. Otherwise, at least a couple people would be listing known radiation symptoms and Oscorp themselves would report and email it; something I have complete access to." Felix leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "But…this does give me an idea for FEAST. The way Bobbi died, the way Clint couldn't get a proper attorney despite being a former SHIELD agent…Homeless people, low-income families, kids, veterans. I want to set-up a program that connects these people to skilled attorneys. That and the homeless shelter program. And the private healthcare program. And the funeral program. God, there's so much I want to do now."

"You are eager."

"I am. I…I caught the spy. I caught the traitor that was responsible for the attack on Oscorp. I'm winning and I feel great and I want more. I want to help people. I want to keep helping them."

It felt good to be good. To make people smile. To bring truth and justice.

"I wonder…is this what it really means to be Spider-Man?"

He inhaled, exhaled, and smiled.

"Well, first thing's first. I should—"

"Reminder," Herbie suddenly said, "The deadline for Emma Frost's request to steal JARVIS's schematics, destroy JARVIS, and is coming up fast. You promised a month. A month is ending."

Oh. Right. That.

Emma Frost was a rich billionaire with a strange personality yet an undeniable need to get rid of the dirty rich. The type of woman who could support him in his charity endeavors. Call it optimism from his recent victory but the two of them really could do a lot of good.

"We know where Project JARVIS is, right?"

"Analyzing Stark Industries' network and servers..." Loading, loading. A negative beep. "Following the Oscorp factory explosion, Anthony Stark has gone rogue with Project JARVIS. Location is unknown."

Dammit. The Chameleon and her ripple affects. Always causing trouble for him.

"It's a big ass supercomputer. Those things take up thousands of square feet of space. There's likely only a select few locations that he could choose to move it. Ah, but shit, Stark is the type to make underground bunkers and secret locations. It could be at an island resort for all we know."

Anthony Stark was an egotistical man with a keen sense of business and flare. The total opposite to Norman Osborn. This was going to be harder than he thought, especially because he only had five days to do it.