Arc Six. Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Five. Sudden Death
Peter was out of it. Dosed on the best pain killers and psychic drugs a telepath could provide gave his body the chance it needed to recover.
He was healing and even as Gwen checked the bio bandage she had sprayed on him she could watch as his stomach and intestine repaired themselves and knitted back together at a visible rate. He didn't heal as fast as Laura but within an hour he should be back to normal, and within a day be fully recovered.
He had sent out a message and even with her Rescue suit, a forgive me gift from Tony, Pepper had prepared the company helicopter to get them to and from the tower. The pilot waved and tapped his headset, and once Gwen had one on "Uh hey, I'm getting a flight path crossover warning, do you guys have someone who can fly?" and as Gwen shrugged, he pointed out the window, and Gwen saw the rapidly approaching black and grey dot, and she pulled down the mic. "Land, anywhere, fucking land. That's a hostile." While she had never seen the War Machine armour up close she had been given a tour of the Iron man factory by Tony, making sure to point out she should rub it in Peter's face. Gwen had just snorted, and leaned over, whispering that Peter loved it when she rubbed it in his face and she had left with Pepper, red-faced and hiding a grin.
Gwen looked out over the door, tapping the pilot on the shoulder and then down. The warehouse was not too far, close enough they could hole up there and defend themselves.
Peter had reinforced the roof, hoping to add in a sunroof or shaded area where, during the summer they could sit out, and the helicopter should be safe enough. As the pilot landed the windshield exploded and he slumped, blood trickling from multiple wounds, shit, Poison slid out and she saw the snipers on the roof opposite, it had been a trap, a place to get them to land, that Rumlow was waiting for them.
The door to the helicopter screeched as it was torn free, "hello dear, you and Peter need to come with me," and Octave grabbed the stretcher and pulled it out towards her.
"Uh, Liv?" Poison asked as War Machine flew closer,
"It's fine dear, he's with me. You should go deal with the snipers. I guess that Hydra was waiting for us to arrive," but Gwen shook her head,
"And you know that how?" and as she reached for the bed Octave put a bladed tendril across Peter's throat,
"Ah, ah, ah. Poison dear, No sudden moves, no sneaky plans. We wait until Brock gets here and we finish this." Octave motioned to the others with another "and more? I mean, really. I now know what his Aunt meant, another one, Wanda and Laura were bad enough but her too?" and Octave sighed. "I should have never gotten mixed up in this. Brock was right, stupid infatuation, a daring rescue. I'm acting like a love-struck teen."
War Machine landed, the faceplate opening, "good work doc, see told you this would be easy," and as he spoke the three giant airships, the helicarriers rose above the skyline. As they dominated the air in the New York sky the fighting began. One was assaulted by a score of drones and the red and gold Iron Man suit could be seen flashing and sparkling in the sun. A giant green blob landed on the other, followed by a second tan blob and soon after more explosions echoed over the city. The heroes had responded to the call and were taking out the trash.
"Shit Doc, gotta go," but as War Machine pointed his repulsors downwards they sputtered and died, "what the hell?"
As Rumlow stared at Liv, a small smirk crept onto her face as she walked up to the frozen War Machine armour.
"I did warn you about sabotage Brock, you just never listened." and he snarled,
"Why? doc why?" cause of some fuckin kid? Hydra will do great things, will make the world a better place. You just gotta follow orders is all, it's just-" but Liv shut the faceplate with a click of her remote,
"Peter saved me, Brock. There is nothing I can ever do to repay him for that, and your orders meant killing innocent people. I learned the hard way how wrong that is. But as you made this personal, You attacked my HOME! You dared to make me feel like shit because I love more than one person. You made me feel like they weren't good enough. I love each and every one of them, they forgave me, they took me in and forgave me, and you will never understand that. You are too narrow-minded, too petty. There is one more thing you forgot, see, I am a very open person" and Liv leaned forwards and she whispered,
"Peter has the largest cock I have ever had the pleasure of being fucked with, and damn does that boy know how to use it," and she smirked as she imagined him screaming in rage at her in the armour.
"Goodbye Brock," and with the press of a button, the armour shot straight up.
"Uh Liv, what did you do?" and she held the remote up with one hand resting its elbow on her other hand,
"The armour will ascend to 30,00ft and then the faceplate will open, should only take a few minutes for him to freeze to death, the armour will stay up there though, just in case."
Peter shook his head, it wasn't the nicest way to go but with the death count rising and Hydra taking no prisoners, he really didn't care if that asshole died painfully.
As he lay on the cot the rest of the women stared at each other. Liv's whisper hadn't been that much of a whisper and those who were already intimate with him were now getting glances from those that were not.
"Sorry dears, but you really should take care of the soldiers now. I'll protect Peter, plus, I would like a moment." Octave asked, her symbskin retracting and she shuffled down on the ground next to peter.
"Can we trust her?" Wanda asked and Gwen nodded,
"It was a set up," and she frowned and half shrugged,
"We have to get payback," and as she lifted Laura across to the other roofs the screams of the soldiers could be heard.
Liv took Peter's hand while Emma stood and watched. Liv cleared her throat and Emma rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'll, I'll check the perimeter," and with a huff, her skin faded into a sparkling diamond and she dropped from the roof.
"Please, never make me do that again, I can't stand it, to be-" but Peter ran a hand over her face,
"I'd kiss you but I can't feel my face," and Liv snorted and shook as she laughed,
"You ridiculous man, why me?" and as the tears ran down her face, all Peter could do was listen to the screams of the unfortunate soldiers and run his hand down Livs back.
"Because I love you," and it was Liv how stretched forwards and kissed him gently,
"You can get more, once you've healed," and standing Octave stretched out and she vaulted over the side of the building to help with the cleanup.
"Well darling, as we're alone, I want my reward." Emma stepped out from behind the water tower, "oh yes yes, simple illusion, most telepaths can make them, especially if the target is wounded." and as the world shimmered Peter found himself sitting on a beach.
"My mental landscape, and yes I know, 'how trite', but no one hears this." and sitting on a white sun lounger he shrugged.
"Really don't care, too stoned and too sore. So, let me guess Shaw's scheme, I've to say yes?"
Emma laughed and moved over to sit next to him. Her clothing morphed and she was wearing a very tight and very revealing swimsuit. Like most women who took care of themself she was toned, muscular thighs and not an inch of fat anywhere except for the two very prominent grapefruit-sized breasts she was currently pressing against him.
"Shaw? Hell no, I want you. I watched your little group take apart trained soldiers, a gaudy Iron Man and walk away like it was another day. Let's be honest here, Shaw is a dinosaur, I know he's over a hundred and he acts like it. Women should be seen and not heard blah blah. Business is for men, blah blah. I want his head, and you'll help me, you'll get the others to help me. Afterwards, I will speak to Ms Hardy and I can be a white cat to her black. I'll provide business expertise while she can provide the muscle. And maybe the use of that exquisite pool room you have, a nice massage or maybe pose oiled up for me, minor things."
Peter laughed "You know my love life is by committee now?" and Emma laughed.
"Who said anything about that? I hitched a ride with Natasha on plenty of occasions and I am well aware of how you live. I'm not whoring myself out to you, I want a partner. Darling, with my looks I can have any man I want, any time I want. No offence, but while you are an attractive twenty-one year old with an exquisitely sized penis, I'd rather have Venom and Huntress on my side."
Peter sat up, bringing his legs up and resting his arms on them, "and how do I know you won't betray us? More mind control or worse?"
"You do know that the women you've," and she paused, "gifted are immune to my telepathy. Only Natasha was susceptible and that ended the moment you gave her a little friend. I suspect Xavier was only able to do anything as you didn't know. You let him walk right in but now you've learned to shut the door. Although having seen what you can do, I am willing to maybe stretch a little, if one of those creatures is on offer I can throw you a bone," and she slid a hand down his back, "or you can give me one?" she whispered in his ear.
Peter shivered, "not a pet Emma, and not for sale either." She leant back, raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged.
"I need to talk to Felicia, can't say anything about her business, but sure. Shaw seems like a dick so I have no problems removing a problem for Felicia and yourself. Business is Felicia again, the cream is Gwen, so it's not just me."
"Wait, the femifire cream is you?" and Peter nodded, "Oh my god I fucking love that stuff," and she coughed and composed herself. "I am open to negotiations. So? Do we have a deal?" and she held out her hand.
"Partner," Peter took it, and as they shook the world shifted and he was back on the warehouse roof, Emma holding one of his hands.
Poison cleared her throat, "While I don't mind Pete, wait until you're healed first." She didn't say anything but Gwen had similar tastes in women to him, and the tall, very slim, busty blonde had Gwen drooling, at least on the inside. She just hoped this one, as Carol made it perfectly clear she was straight, was a little bit more open.
He was too tired and too sore to deal with that right now though, his stomach was healing, and he could hear the group take apart the hydra soldiers sent to ambush them. As the noise settled, he heard Laura approach. She had snuck over and lay on the roof next to him, and he reached over and gently ran his hand over her hair,
"Sorry," she whispered, and he patted her head,
"No need, all the symbiotes are a bit crazy to begin with, birthing pains. Nothing to apologise for," and she took his hand and held it to her face,
"Still, you hurt because of me, spoke to rest, know how to make it up to you, just need to wait though," and she nuzzled her cheek against his hand.
"Wait, you spoke to the rest?" but she didn't respond. "Laura? You spoke to them about what?" but she just shushed him, "that's not funny Laura. Tell me."