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章節 188: Arc Seven. Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Eight. Waking Up Is Hard To Do

Peter had been given a clean bill of health. As the first sample they took had no adverse reaction to the air and lasted much longer than normal, it was a success.

After several hours of testing. First, on his basic bodily secretions which he was left to tend to himself until the all-clear was given and then on his tissue and then his symbskin. All were given a pass and all were now heavily infected. It was as planned though, and the infected cells were stable and the virus was now part of his cellular make-up.

The original Extremis virus was now a part of Peter, Like the ancient Mitochondrial Eve, Peter was a new organism. He had kept both abilities, he could generate a strong blast of heat, causing his webbing to ignite and he finally could reproduce the stunning taser webs that Huntress liked to use, although his was a lot stronger. His symbcells could be modified into the napalm he sprayed earlier and as well as expelling it from his mouth, which was cool but impractical. His most impressive power was the sticky gel-like webbing he could now make, which like Gwens chemical whips could explode with the heat he generated.

Not only that but now his healing factor was accelerated to an incredible degree. His body could produce symbcells and rebuild missing tissue almost immediately, and much to Curts dismay, Peter removed a finger to have it grow back seconds later. While unwilling to test it to an extreme everyone agreed that a missing limb or organ would regrow, although the ultimate test, his head, would be left unanswered.

And then of course they had another problem that needed addressing. Infection. Unless Peter created a symbiote and gave it to a host they had no idea if any new symbiotes would be affected by the virus, or if the current batch would succumb to the original or the new strain. It would be a simple test to find out, but the results would lead to death or worse for anyone who volunteered.

As samples of symbiote tissue seemed to happily absorb the newer cells it was finally time for a live test. It was Gwen who decided to be the first test subject, as her natural ability through Poison to absorb and contain various extremely harmful substances seemed to be the best choice.

Strapped to the gurney, Liv carefully injected her with a small sample of Peter's blood and stepped back as Poison moaned and covered her, "more! More!" She yelled and laughed, giddy from the infusion. It was obvious to all what Poison was going through and Curt turned away and eyed the ceiling until the pair calmed down

As she strained against the straps Liv and Peter both let their armour slip out but Poison shook her head and eventually calmed down.

"uh, I'm fine. The cells are absorbed by Poison with no side effects, well, uh. Poison wants more, it's like," and as she looked over at Curt, she wasn't about to admit it was like being injected with liquid orgasms and the Symbiote had gone crazy. If she hadn't been strapped down, she would have been riding Peter like a horse right now. "The symbiotes get a bigger kick out of it, so uh yeah."

"It's not the worst thing I've ever seen. I did attend college with Liv after all." Curt said, chuckling softly

Peter looked up, "wait, did you two?" and Curt hastily shook his head,

"Oh no, but a very drunk Liv bursting into my dorm room, rather naked, and then puking in my shoes is not something you'd forget, even if I have tried."

Liv cleared her throat, "and why am I the one being picked on when it was Gwen-" and Peter cleared his throat,

"Can we move on from the embarrassing part, and get to the is Gwen sick part?"

"Right then, more blood samples. Curt, start up the mass and let's crack this," Liv ordered and Peter sat back down, uncovering his arm. "And if Gwen is right, then you are free to indulge again," and as she moved in closer, "and you can start with the one person running your company," and Peter laughed and kissed her on the side of the cheek.

For the rest of the day more and more tests were run, with Gwen acting as an isolated specimen she allowed herself to be exposed to more of Peter's bodily fluids, and after each test, a comparison of Poison's cells was made. After the assimilation, it was clear that Peter was no longer infectious and that there was no change to Poison herself, other than a renewed desire to indulge in Peter.

While Nat was still unresponsive, and Widow was dormant they had time to properly test out Peter's new symbcells. Her vitals as reported by the armour were stable and she seemed to be in a coma more than any danger. It was still unsettling for Peter. His biggest worry that someone would be hurt always came true, even if it was a choice they made. As he ran a hand over the cold exterior of the War Machine armour he sighed,

"Whatcha thinking Petie Pie," Gwen sang at him, giddy after a serious session left her and Poison both riding a high. As Peter had left to let her sleep, he had come down to check on Nat and once her legs had stopped shaking she had followed him.

"Just worried." and Gwen wrapped her arms around him,

"She saved the world Pete, and the brain activity shows she's fine in there. Fury said that asshole shot her in the head, and yet, she's still alive. She's a fighter, just like all of us, so quit being a mope." and with a grin, Gwen leant over the armour, "Hey Nat, took your spot and Pete pounded me till I couldn't walk, missing out staying in there, better hurry up or Pete might find another sexy spy to take your place." Gwen sang-spoke at the armour but there was no response.

Peter laughed and shook his head, "You know she can probably hear you, coma, not deaf." and Gwen shrugged,

"Then she'd better wake up so she can try to kick my ass," and Peter laughed again.

"Come on, let's go give everyone the good news, and then work on Killian's cure. We also need to decide what we're telling him, oh and I think Hammer is coming for the glider tomorrow, so clean up." and Gwen groaned,

"Shower then? or work." and Peter shook his head,

"Work first, we both know what you want in the shower," and as they linked arms Peter and Gwen left Nats home. Unheard the armour shifted slightly, a small 'Thbbft' noise coming from the inside.

Cleaning the warehouse was a chore that nobody enjoyed. It was a huge area and even with superhuman abilities it still was tiresome. With Felicia and Emma familiarising themselves with the running of the Black Cats, Gwen was on suspension as nobody wanted a staff member working in a highly sensitive lab who was quitting, and MJ was still figuring out if she wanted to stay working or not, it was up to Gwen and Peter to clean. As Jean, Wanda, and Laura had just moved in they were still busy with their own places and it felt unfair to make them start chores immediately. Only in the short term of course, once a housemate had settled then it was business as usual.

"So, do we share or do we hide?" Gwen asked as she drank her coffee.

"Well, the symbiotes are becoming more and more widespread. I mean, Sword is practically up my ass about it and once I gave them the brush off it's only legal threats that stopped them from coming after anyone else." Peter had made a list, one side was the pros of telling Killian, the other was the cons.

"If we tell him, it's not like I'm going to give him one, that's already been established, no one gets a symbiote without discussion. And no one experiments on them period. We can make waves with the Asgardians if they start pulling that kind of bullshit, and I have no doubt Carol could come back and kick ass if we needed her,

Gwen laughed, "oh I bet you're thinking of her ass," and Peter laughed, "but you are right, I don't see any reason not to, he'll find out eventually anyway, even if it's not from you. We did let it slip that you aren't entirely human, so it's not so much of a leap to guess that you aren't a hulk or a super-soldier." and Peter nodded.

"But, I want to make it official Parker Incorporated business," and Liv leant forwards, idly spinning her own cup,

"I agree. If we make sure the symbiote research is completely legal and patented then nobody can touch it except us, or at least nobody can touch it without breaking the law."

"We also have to test your new Extremis biology." and she took a breath and sighed, "and I think you should spawn, safely, with a host in mind for the express purpose of making sure that the virus isn't going to make it crazy or worse. We can't risk ignoring it and then someone gets hurt and you expose them and us to something much worse."

"But who?" and Liv shrugged,

"I think Maria has expressed an interest. She was rather shaken by her friend's death, and as callous as it may seem, it is a good way to make sure that no one you care about is hurt if it goes wrong."

Peter frowned and half shrugged, "seems fair, tell her that's the deal. She gets a symbiote but it might go really, really wrong. Tell her everything, Killian, Extremis, the lot and let her decide. If she says no then ask Fury. I'm sure he's got agents lining up to kick Hydras ass and one of them might say yes," as Peter spoke Liv was tapping on her phone,

"Miss Hill agrees and in fact," Liv sat with her buzzing phone, "oh yes, she's on her way, and uh," Liv looked over at Gwen, "she asking if she needs to fuck him first, or if sucking him off will do?" and Gwen burst out laughing.

Peter stared at Gwen who was holding her stomach as she laughed, "oh my god Pete," and she snorted. "Venom, the scourge of the underwear, hunter of wet pussy, and slayer of virginities," and even Liv was holding back her smile.

"You know, most women would be upset when someone asked if sucking off their boyfriend was acceptable," and Liv laughed,

"Yes, and the all-women foursome we had last week without you was against your wishes?" and he frowned and shrugged,

"Uh, what?" and Liv nodded,

"See, we don't ask if we can, and as long as we're okay with the person, you don't need to either." but Peter shook his head,

"No, you're right, I don't mind, but which four," Gwen pointed to herself and Liv, "Fel and Ele. Oh little Pete got an invite but as you said you weren't too happy with Elektra we didn't invite you," but he nodded,

The only reason he was mad at Elektra was he was pretty sure she was cheating on Matt, and that was his no-no. Cheating killed trust, and lack of trust killed a relationship.

"Can't argue with that, so uh, Wanda?" And Liv nodded, "Ororo" and another nod, and the final one, that even he wasn't sure about "Selene?" and as Gwen and Liv shared a look, Gwen nodded. "So Maria is fine?"

Gwen looked over "We actually think she's gay, and that's why Sharon's death hit her so hard but sure, she's pretty hot Pete. I mean, I would."

"If she's gay then you volunteered, not gonna get upset either," he admitted,

"And then there is Sword. I'm getting the vibe they won't leave us alone until we throw them a bone. Maybe have a scientist work in tandem with you?" Peter asked Liv and she huffed but nodded,

"If I must, but the second any jumped up little shit thinks they can give orders in my lab they will be out the door dear."

Peter grinned cheekily, "your lab?" and Liv laughed,

"Of course, who's lab could it possibly be?"


章節 189: Arc Seven. Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Nine. An Extremis Cure

The trio waited until Maria arrived. As she stumbled through the warehouse doors, Peter knew she had been drinking as she looked like hell. He could smell the cheap whiskey, and her skin had an unhealthy paleness from someone not sleeping or eating properly.

"So, pants off or do I just bend over?" she slurred, and Peter knew she was drunk.

Looking over at Liv, "We'll do this in a bit. First, Liv is going to give you an injection, to prepare you okay?" and as Liv took her away Peter knew the next hour was about to be hell.

He could hear her being sick as Liv depowered her first. The anti-power serum was needed to stop her own enhanced body from reacting to the new Extremis, and being drunk was definitely a no-no. Thankfully the formula would take care of both problems and as Peter came back in she was curled up on a gurney with a yellow glucose bag attached to her arm,

"Hate you," was all she said as she curled up, but he shrugged,

"Yeah, I get that a lot, but that's just the sobriety talking." and she scowled at him and pulled the blanket up higher.

"Do I?" And he shook his head.

"Do you want to?" And she looked down and pursing her lips shook her head, "Then we don't, not gonna force you into anything, you might have a different attitude when we bond you though. Did Liv say anything?" and Maria sat up,

"No, but uh, why?" and Peter sighed

"Okay, I was exposed to a new formula, Extremis and it's different." he clenched a fist and it glowed, "More volatile and definitely more powerful. We don't know if the new symbiote will be unstable or not, you could get mood swings, be violent, or just go crazy. We really don't know. So, girls or boys? Cause we can do both, or just let you punch things till you calm down." and Maria looked at the pair.

"Seriously? You're asking if I'm gay or not?" and Peter shrugged.

"Each symbiote birth has been followed by sex, barring one and that was a lot more violent. So you got someone you can call or a preference say now. I'm not letting a crazed newly hosting agent run riot in the streets." Maria stared at him as if he was crazy as he continued, "and no one here gives a shit of your gay, Liv is Bi, so's Gwen, Felicia is gay and Laura is straight, I'm straight too. So what's your poison, it helps."

Liv cleared her throat. "We hypothesis that a newly born symbiote craves certain brain chemicals, adrenaline, dopamine," but as Maria's eyes began to glaze over, "uh yes, but sex provides them with all that in one handy package, so to speak," and Gwen stifled a laugh. "It's much safer than violence and the outcome is a calmed symbiote which can then eat, further destressing both the host and the newborn. We have prepared a few things but if there is something you would really like then we can get it for you."

Maria sighed, "Peter is fine, and anything. Pizza is normal but no anchovies or pineapple," and Peter laughed,

"See, told you it was gross."

"I like it, just allergic to pineapple," Maria stated, sitting up and making herself more comfortable.

"Right. Peter dear, it looks like you're," and she raised an eyebrow, "up, and Gwen please order a few. Might as well make it pizza night, especially if we're here for a while."

Maria nodded and slipped the blanket down. Peter hadn't expected to be naked underneath and as the pale-skinned and muscular woman unashamedly stood and moved over she knelt in front of him. "So this okay or do I need to do more?" she asked, looking up at him expectantly.

"Uh, you get the symbiote first, not after" and she just sighed,

"Oh," and shrugged, "well, might as well get started then," and standing, "but I am not the only one freezing their asses off, naked," and Peter smiled and shook his head, letting his clothing let away. Maria nodded and whistled, "So how do we do this?" and Peter held his hands up and gently took her in his arms,

"Like this." and as his symbskin connected them he felt her pain.

Sharon had been her best friend since the academy. they were inseparable and her death hadn't just hurt Maria, it tore a hole in her. He could feel the silent rage bubbling underneath the grief and it was all aimed at Hydra.

He let her feel his own emotions and she was slightly shocked at the amount of intercourse the group seemed to have but didn't even bat an eyeball at the violence.

To her, he was an amateur and the few times he had killed she would have done the same. As they shared, you know that agent was Shield right? and watching her memories she found her thinking of two agents, missing after trying to apprehend Black Cat, who then mysteriously vanished. Of course, hunting and trying to kill both Felicia and everyone involved marked them as Hydra, but with no way to interrogate them, and no proof, it didn't really matter.

She snorted, Felicia, yeah, they hid that well enough, so, issues, problems, gonna do me like Liv just to get a what do you call them, adorable little snot monster of my own? And Peter laughed,

"I can do anything you want, it's a partnership, not a pet or a toy," and as his symbskin retracted she was already wrapping her legs around him as he slid inside, moving her back to a wall he pumped and thrust into her, filling her at once and she leaned back and cried out in pain and ecstasy.

"We are Vengeance," she cried out and a thick black symbiote covered her, "And we accept you," and she pushed him to the floor and began to ride him once more. She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her chest, squeezing her breasts, and began to move faster. As she gave him one final thrust she came, "we are hungry," and without a care, she slid off him, stood and stretched. Maria's symbiote changed into the Shield jumpsuit she normally wore. Looking down at him, as he leaned on his elbows, "I know why you have six, but one time only," and as she walked away, he stood and shrugged,

"Just uh, don't explode or anything," and as he clothed himself he went down and sat at the table with the rest while they ate.

Liv fussed, taking sample after sample and Mariah morphed her new armour into different forms, each one with a singular pitch-black colour. "Well, that's a rush, and yeah, fucking pervert. but uh," and as she stared at the pizza on her plate, "thank you, I mean it. Sharon would be," and she gave a bitter smile, "Sharon actually liked you you know, from your files. We got drunk one night and laughed as she wondered exactly how good you were. She even stole Widows file, the one on the bathroom and she'd never believed you were actually that big." and she wiped a few tears away, "stupid fucking," and as Liv handed her a tissue she leaned back and shouted, "got him for you," and laughed, "I got him for you."

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence as Maria, the normally stoic and stern Agent Hill bounced between laughing to herself and crying, all while being comforted equally by Gwen and Liv. As the night went on she began to perk up,

"I, yeah, we're fine. Vengeance," and she shook her head, "Sharon would call me so pretentious for that, but she's fine, but uh, cream, we know and I want some. I'm not coming here every time I get horny," and Gwen laughed and left to prepare a bag.

"One last freebie, Fury, and I are quitting, Fury'll take care of Sword for you, but after that, we're gone. Shield might be there but it's a hollow shell. Hydra was in deeper than anyone knew and Cap and his team are cleaning up the small fries. We, well we're going to find the more high profile ones, the ones that hid and the ones that never showed themselves." and looking at the group, "you know what?" and she leaned over and grabbed Peter's face and gave him a huge kiss, letting her tongue invade his mouth. "Sharon would have rocked your world," and lifting a slice of pizza, taking a bag from Gwen, "and she didn't mind the others," and with that admission, she turned and left.

As Gwen tidied up, Peter had a freshly swabbed arm and Liv was busy extracting the newly formed Extremis symbcells from his blood. Even at a low dose, they should give Widow the last jolt she needed to wake Natasha and finish the healing.

After they had been separated and injected into the armour it slowly opened and a pale and frail-looking Natasha climbed out, "well, yeah, let's not do that again" and Peter lifted her straight out of the armour and into his arms,

"Is, is he crying?" and Gwen snorted, "yeah, big softy," and as Liv took her away to make sure she was fine, Gwen patted Peter on the arm,

"You okay?" and he nodded,

"Need some alone time though." and as she pursed her lips she rubbed his arm and let him walk away, hearing the roof hatch open.

Sitting in the crisp air of the chilly autumn night, Peter stared up at the lights of New York City. Today had been strange but he was glad to have Natasha back.

For now, he had three separate but pressing problems,

Shield was back up and running, even if Maria said it was just a shell. A new division, calling itself Sword, had been set up, Strategic World Observation and Response Division. As the Asgardians had made good on their promise and a diplomatic channel had been opened, bringing news of more species in the galaxy than just themselves, a civilian-based organisation had been created with a more diplomatic mission. Of course, even Peter knew that was bullshit as one of their remits was to acquire and integrate alien technology with earth-based tech, they just weren't advertising that fact.

The newly re-organised World Security Council had taken a small bite of Shields power and set up the department to deal specifically with otherworldly threats. Officially Peter was still a Shield agent but there was a hint he was going to be transferred, As Natasha, Laura, and Wanda were all human, it would be him alone moving to the new department.

What had riled him though was an addition to the paperwork. There was also a small and unobtrusive clause in his new contract. Peter would be expected to submit himself for medical examinations and provide blood and tissue samples for analysis. After reading that he almost caused the contract to burst into flames and sat alone for a while on the warehouse roof.

It was Widow that swung up to the roof to check on him, carrying with her a few bottles of Gwen's homebrew. "So, sulking or brooding, or making a super plan?" she asked as Natasha slipped back into slacks and a T-shirt, popped the top of a cider and handed it to him,

"First two. The last one, not so much," he said sullenly as he took a swing.

"Yeah, kinda figured. I mean, a lot of people forget you're only 21, so Nat to the rescue," and she took a swig of her own beer. "You're now a CEO, start your own group. Even if you think Fury's about to let them poach his superstar it's always an option. He'd rather fire you and let them spin that actually give you over to that group of assholes. Carols the same, well, if she ever comes back to Earth."

Peter had forgotten that under the New York Accords private companies could host their own supergroups, as Tony kept rubbing in everyone's face. So why couldn't he? "Think they'll let us all out of contract?" and Nat tilted her head and half shrugged.

"Only you and I are actually agents. Laura and Wanda didn't pass, so they can just drop out, and nobody likes me anyway. Well, Clint, but he retired." She took another swig of her beer. "With you, they'll pull some bureaucratic bullshit, tell you you're too important, too volatile, but as all your records have been expunged, thanks to Fury and Liv, they can prove dick. Hell, even as Venom you could walk down Fifth Avenue tomorrow and nobody can say squat. It's all clean since Hydra."

Peter laughed, taking another swig of his cider "then we'll do that, I'd kiss you but you might explode"

"Wait, that was real?" and Peter nodded,

"Shit, I thought it was a joke."

Peter put down his bottle and clenched a fist, as it burst into flames Natasha looked in awe.

"Fuck, I want that too." and she slipped out of her symbskin bodysuit.

"Woah, Woah, Woah. What are you doing?" and Nat stared at him quizzically,

"Isn't this one of these things where we get our powers from having sex with you?" and Peter shook his head,

"Well, yeah but here? I mean-" and Nat kissed him to shut him up,

"I'm fine, and, Mr I fucked Fel from behind against the water tower, don't give me that prude crap, pants off, no arguing, Widow wants an upgrade. Plus, I figure I've been asleep for what a week or so, so it's not just Widow that wants it, oh and don't think Widow didn't tell me about Gwen's little brag." and she kissed him again as she straddled him, already willing and wanting for his touch.

"There is also,"

and as Peter looked at the naked Natasha, "what?"

"I'm leaving." and Peter frowned and as Natasha stalked away and bent over by the water tower, "I know its sudden," and she wiggled her ass at him, "but Fury needs someone," and as she parted her legs "we're hunting Hydra, and they owe me, Pete," and hearing the anger in her voice. This wasn't a goodbye, she just wanted one last memory before she left for a mission and Peter smiled.

"No, not like this." and as she stood, looking hurt and betrayed he grabbed her, lifted and slid into her, he ran, leapt off the building and sent out a web line, covering them both in an invisibility cloak before swinging out into the city.

"Let's make it memorable." and as she pulled herself closer to him, she laughed and they swung out into the night.


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