Chapter 6

Peter looked around his cramped, cluttered apartment, the boy knew that something had to change.

A bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room mixed with a kitchen were all he had to work with it. Not much space but it was the best he could get after selling her aunt's house.

The boy should have kept it but there were too many memories in that place, it was too painful to live there.

He'd always been fascinated by science and technology. During his time as Spiderman, Peter accumulated a plethora of tools, gadgets, and equipment that he used to tinker with and create new things, most notably his web shooter. But with everything strewn about, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to work on his projects.

So he decided it was time to organize himself. The boy spent a few hours cleaning and decluttering his living room, reserving a small corner as a dedicated workspace. He brought in his workbench, set up his tools and equipment, and began cleaning everything. Or at least in that small section of the place. The rest could wait.

It was a lot of work, but as Peter put everything in its place, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Finally, the boy had a proper space to work on his projects, and he was determined to make the most of it.

The workspace included a workbench, various tools, and electronic components and parts. There were shelves and cabinets full of tools and gadgets, such as a soldering iron, a multimeter, an oscilloscope, and various hand tools like wrenches, pliers, and screwdrivers. On the desk, a large computer monitor displayed various data and schematics for Peter's current project. There were also a number of books and manuals scattered throughout the workshop, which provide a wealth of information and inspiration for his work.

Despite its small size, Spider-Man's workshop was a place where he could escape the stresses of his daily life and focus on his passions. It was a place where he can experiment, tinker, and create, and it was a constant source of inspiration and ideas for him.

He'd been thinking a lot about Venom's flaws and how he could fix them. The boy had always been a bit of a DIYer, designing and building his own suit himself. It was now time to put that skill to use for someone else.

"Can you tell me why you're making another suit? I'm not good enough for you? Did I make a mistake?" She inquired, deeply offended. One of the pencils he was using to sketch his new work was even taken by a small tentacle.

"Oh no no no, this is not a suit for me. Is a suit for you," he said with a calm tone.

"What?" The voice in his head was confused.

"You always protect me so it is my time to do the same. This will give some safety against fire and loud sounds."

An exosuit with a layer of fire retardant cloth and sound insulation foam underneath. The suit also had small airlocks in key locations where Venom could hide in case of sonic or fire hazards. It wasn't the best solution because of the poor quality of the materials, but it did provide some protection for the alien.

"It's the least I can do." Peter smiled at her even if he wasn't looking at the alien directly.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, huge tentacles emerged from the suit. Peter's heart raced as Venom grabbed hold of him, her powerful limbs encircling his body and pulling him closer. As the alien's tentacles wrapped around the boy's body, he could feel their slimy, muscular surface pressing against his skin. The members were so strong that they felt like steel bands, constricting around him and making it difficult to move.

"Easy there, girl!" The boy exclaimed, surprised.

"Nobody has ever protected me before!" She said with a tearful tone.

The alien hugged him tightly, and the boy couldn't help but be shocked by her sincere thanks. He'd never seen her so before, and it made him happy to have been able to do something so meaningful for her. Peter encircled her, returning the hug and feeling her warmth and love. He felt a sense of contentment wash over him as they stood there together. It was a memory he would never forget, and the boy was grateful to have brought a little joy into the woman's life.

He began sketching ideas on a piece of paper as he considered the various possibilities. The boy kept an eye on the clock while he worked. Peter knew he didn't have much time; he needed to be back on the streets of New York City as Spider-Man in a matter of hours. But he's dead set on getting this right.

The first thing to get was some solution for Venom's vulnerability to loud sounds. From experience, he knew that this was one of the main weaknesses of the alien.

He browsed through the shelves of the home improvement store, looking for the soundproofing foam he needed. He finally found what he was looking for and picked up a large plate of the sound foam, feeling its soft, spongy texture between his fingers.

Peter couldn't help but feel excited as he approached the checkout counter. The boy was always nervous, happy, and thrilled when he was making a new suit. He paid for the rollout and eagerly carried it to his car, eager to begin his soundproofing project.

For the next component, Peter needed to cash in some of his reputation.

Spider-Man swung through the city, he came across a firefighter station. Without hesitation, he shot towards the building and made his way inside.

"Oh, hey Spiderman. Do you need something?" One of the firefighters asked as they were making some coffee.

"Do you have by any chance a broken firefighter suit? I need to get some protection." He asked with a cheerful tone. It was nice to see Jake out of the hospital and Louis' new tattoo on his arms was extremely cool, dragons never go out of fashion.

"Wait! Are you telling me you weren't fireproof?" Jake asked with a worried tone.

"No, why?" There were a few seconds of silence in the room as the firefighters looked at each other.

"So you rush into buildings on fire with just spandex?" Louis' eyes were still wide open.

"It's like when you move your hand really fast over a candle." He moved one hand quickly in the air as if he was doing what he described.

"For god sake, Spiderman, take this." One of the men went rushing to the lockers and gave Peter a brand-new firefighter coat.

"Wow. . . are you sure?"

"They really adore you!" Venom whispered in his mind with a prideful tone.

"As far as I am concerned, you are an honorary firefighter." Luise placed one hand on the boy's shoulder while he grabbed the suit.

"Thanks! See you next time!" He quickly got out of there ready to craft his new toy.

"Counting on you Spiderman!" They finally said goodbye to him.

Peter sat at his workbench, surrounded by piles of fabric, tools, and spare parts. It was time to work with the help of his new assistant.

As he sewed together the final pieces of the costume, he couldn't help but to have a goofy smile on his face. Doing a suit for another person felt different, also, it was always exciting finding technical solutions for problems.

He finished affixing the spider emblem to the suit's chest and stood back to admire his work.

It was bulkier and more heavily armored, with large, interlocking foam plates covering the chest, shoulders, arms, and legs. The suit was mostly black, with white accents and web-like details on the armor's surface.

The suit's chest plate stood out, with large, angular lines running across the surface and a pale spider emblem emblazoned in the center. Large, rectangular plates extended out from the chest to protect the shoulders and upper arms were also heavily armored.

The suit's arms and legs were also covered in thick, interlocking plates of soundproof armor, with white accents and web-like details on the surface. The suit's gloves and boots were also black with the same pattern.

The full-face mask covered the entire head and face, with two large white eyes framed by black lenses. It was made of the same material as the rest of the suit and gave Venom more room to hide inside.

Peter gains:

Spider Armor MK 1: An exosuit designed to protect the Venom symbiote. It limited her shapeshifting abilities while providing her with resistance to fire and sonic attacks.

"Do you like it?" He asked, looking at himself in the mirror. That was an extremely productive morning.

"I love it! I can get in and out of it in less than a second!" she exclaimed, testing the small airlocks all over the suit, allowing Venom to easily move around it. Now she had a safe place to protect herself and keep helping Peter at the same time. However, she would be outside, working as a bulletproof coating for the hero as she mimicked the suit look.

Peter's heart skipped a beat as his cell phone made the unmistakable sound of getting a text message.

"Hey, come home to talk with dad," the message read. The boy couldn't help but smile at the idea of moving with her. His girlfriend was his best friend! It was like living in an eternal sleepover.

"Coming now!"He quickly typed out a reply.

"Do you really need to woo her? We can just invite her and fuck her for 4 hours stray. Cheaper and more enjoyable," Venom protested with a tired tone.

"If we are gonna do the whole Casanova deal I will be a gentleman." As his uncle had taught him, a man needed to take care of his girl.

"Fine, you can have your little fun." The alien gave in. She got a little touchy but he could deal with that while on his date with Gwen, or at least he expected that.

Gwen's living room was a cozy and warm space, with a fireplace burning brightly in one corner. The room was flooded with natural light from large windows that offered a view of the snowy streets and buildings outside. The furnishings included a comfortable sofa and armchairs, a coffee table, and a dark red rug over the wooden floors. The walls were a mixture of photographs of Gwen and her dad.

Peter, Gwen, and her dad sat around the coffee table drinking hot cocoa.

George Stacy was a middle-aged man with short, dark hair and a mustache. He was of average height and had a stocky build. He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt and faded jeans. His shoes were a pair of comfortable, well-worn sneakers. He looked like someone who took care of himself and took pride in his appearance but was not particularly concerned with fashion. Despite his casual attire, there was an air of authority proper for the current police captain of New York.

"Well Peter, I must say that when Gwen came back all shaken that night I was really worried." The old man let out a tired sigh.

"Sorry, we went a little over the top with our meeting." Peter laughed nervously, hoping she didn't tell her dad all the details.

"Don't worry Peter, I did the same. I have the memories of both timelines. . . getting resurrected was quite an experience," he said with a calm tone.

What? So he was a mix of the two George? Is that possible? So, the man knew his secret identity. This was worrying, how many people knew the pair's secret?

"So you are like a fusion of both?" He asked with a curious tone. There could be a lot of persons around him that were an amalgamation of multiple versions of themself.

"Indeed," the old man nodded.

"So what you said, dad, can I move in with Peter?" Gwen asked with a nervous smile.

The nerdy girl was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a soft, well-worn white t-shirt with a print of two red d20 on the front. She had paired the casual outfit with a pair of comfortable sneakers and a beanie pulled down low over her head.

"I would be fuming with other boys, but with Peter? Sure, go ahead. If you want independence you can have him as a roommate," he said with a complicit tone. The man had an incredibly calm attitude for someone that would have his 18 years old daughter living in a small apartment with another teenager.

"Don't worry Mr. Stacy, I will take good care of Gwen." Of course, he would! She was his mate after all.

"I will take care of you!" Gwen hugged Peter.

"Well, you have my number. Remember to not rough up those criminals too much." George let out a small laugh.

They decided to go on a nerdy date to a local museum with a new quantum mechanics exhibit. It was a nostalgic trip for them because they used to go there when they were kids. Furthermore, quantum theories may aid them in comprehending the nature of the multiverse collision.

As they walked through the museum, Gwen and Peter couldn't help but get excited about all of the fascinating scientific concepts they were learning about. They spend hours debating various theories and catching up on each other's lives.

Gwen and Peter decided to take a walk in one of the sections of Central Park that ended up in front of the museum after they finished exploring the exhibit. They sat on a quiet bench and continued their scientific discussion.

Peter couldn't believe how much fun they were having as the evening progressed. It felt exactly like good old times. But now, since they both knew what they had lost, there was no time to waste.

"Hey, do you remember when we used to spend all of our weekends at the library, reading every fantasy book we found?" Peter said as he sat closer to Gwen.

"Yes! I can't believe how much time we used to spend there. Remember when I told my dad that I wanted to be a wizard?"

"And he told you that magic didn't exist. That aged like milk." He let out a small chuckle.

"Hey! I'm sure he only knew about the strange creepy magic used by the murders cult."

"Yep, should we kick the ass of one? I am sure that Doctor Strange would be really thankful for that."

"Oh, I hope he rewards us with a Nightmare."

"I think those horses only exist in fantasy books."

"Come on! How hard could it be getting a huge flaming horse!"

"Other girls prefer unicorns. Also, I didn't know that you were a horse girl." He made a small smile, Peter would give her a lot of things to ride.

"Working on that, give me a week or two," Venom added.

"They are just cool." Gwen nodded and before she could react, Peter slowly slid his hand toward his objective.

The teenager couldn't wait any longer, the lust born from the constant hormones injected into his body begged him to do one thing. It was fine, after all, Gwen enjoyed it as much as him.

He began to squeeze the girl's behind with all of his might, using only one hand while shielding the action with his body. The man's grip strained the fleshy lower back, and he could feel some of his lust dissipate with each squeeze.

Gwen's face turned bright red, and it was clear that she was embarrassed. She looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear.

"So, do you want a big and strong stallion?" He whispered with a commanding tone.

He continued to squeeze that cheek harder and harder, making Gwen let out small squeals as the boy could hear her heart racing.

"Peter . . . we are in public."

Gwen's eyes were downcast and averted, with a small amount of moisture present as the shame of doing something like this in public was too much for her. The girl crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to conceal what was going on.

"Then we better go somewhere private," he whispered, ready to do some warm-up before tonight's patrol.

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