28 New Goals

As Gwen and Peter strolled down Fifth Avenue, their skin could not help but graze into each other every now and then. It was almost noon, and their growling stomachs reminded them that it was time for lunch.

They glanced at the fancy restaurants nearby but quickly dismissed the idea, doubting if they could afford a meal there. Instead, they decided to hit up good ol' Burger Queen around the corner.

Leaving the swanky atmosphere behind, they entered the humble joint. The place was oozing with the aroma of sizzling patties and fresh buns.

The decor was simple, decked out in red and yellow, sticking to the classic fast-food vibes.

When it was their turn to order, Gwen went for a no-nonsense cheeseburger with a side of crispy fries.

Peter, feeling a bit more daring, decided to go all out and chose a barbecue bacon burger with onion rings and a milkshake on the side.

Tray in hand, they snagged a cozy booth by the window, settling in.

Gwen could not help but orgasm as she ate the burger. She savored each bite with pure satisfaction.

"God, I love cheeseburgers."

Peter chuckled as he snatched one of the crispy fries from Gwen's tray. Holding it between his fingers, he playfully dangled it in front of her eyes, moving it in circles.

"You know I made a song the other day. I mean write lyrics for one."

Gwen's eyes followed the tantalizing dance of the fry, a mix of amusement evident on her face as she spoke.

"Really? What's it called?"

Peter looked away for a moment, slight embarrassment flickering on his face.

"I call it Shape of You."

As Peter hummed the melody and softly sang the lyrics to Gwen, his fellow music enthusiast, her focus intensified. She listened intently, absorbing every note and word with great concentration. A smile slowly spread across her face as the song reached its conclusion.

"That's... really... good, Peter," Gwen praised, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "Like, real good."

Peter chuckled wryly as he scratched his neck, a hint of unease creeping into his expression.

'It should be... it's plagiari- borrowed from my previous life.'

Abruptly Gwen's spider senses blared. With a swift motion, she stood up, her hand clutching the half-eaten burger. A knowing smile played on her lips as she addressed Peter.

"Duty calls."

As Gwen turned to run, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. In a surprising and playful move, she leaned towards Peter, her lips briefly touching his cheek in a teasing peck. With a sly smile, she whispered,

"This is payback."

Peter was left dumbfounded, a mix of surprise as he watched Gwen dart off, her agile form disappearing into the distance.

The unexpected display of affection left him momentarily stunned, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he muttered to himself.

"Duty calls indeed,"

Soon Peter relaxed back into his seat, he found himself momentarily alone, surrounded by the remnants of their gathering. Looking at everyone else around with their friends, family or lover, he felt a little lonely.

Shaking his head, he took it as an opportunity as he reached for Gwen's abandoned plate of fries. With a devilish grin, he began to devour them, relishing in the indulgence.

Savoring the taste of the stolen fries, Peter's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction before all of it disappeared as he munched on his burger.

'What should I do now?'

A small smile crept onto Peter's face, he extended his palm, creating a welcoming perch for a translucent lizard. Delicately, the creature crawled onto his hand, its presence both intriguing and comforting.

"Well, Ms Speepee. How are you doing today?"

In response, the lizard smiled cutely, gently rubbing its small neck against Peter's skin. With a chuckle, he entertained himself by playing with the lizard before retrieving a notepad from his pocket.

It was the very same notepad he had used to jot down his goals on the first day of his transmigration. The pages were adorned with an intricate map of the sewers, along with rough sketches of sound and smell barriers.

In the end, Peter had made the decision not to establish his organization in the sewers, but rather far beneath it. He had gone so far as to plan a lift service that connected to his house and a private underground metro system.

While he had a few more ideas in mind, Peter chose to postpone further contemplation on them for the time being.

With a pen in hand, he began scribbling on the paper, nodding to himself as he jotted down a few goals.

[1)Recruit Members

2)Make a Base.

3)Have Ms.Speepee spy on the spy, Black Widow... then infiltrate into S.H.I.E.L.D. and gimme all the info, data..blah... blah....etc...etc.]

With a smile, Peter rose from his seat at the fast food joint and strode with determination towards a specific destination... and when he finally reached... his figure suddenly vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed in the first place.

A few minutes later, the door to shop in a shady looking alley opened again. A man emerged from it, clad in an elegant kimono that draped gracefully around his form with a striking fox mask adoring his face and a cowboy hat perched upon it.

As the man walked out of the alley and into the evening, his figure could be completely seen. His hands held an unexpected arsenal.

In one hand, he gripped two rifles, their polished barrels gleaming in the light. Across his shoulder, a rope of nine pistols was meticulously aligned and strapped to his body were a few grenades.

Before anyone could even catch a glimpse of the heavily armed individual, he suddenly vanished into thin air.

Not long after the man vanished, the owner of the shop he had been standing near came rushing to the spot. Realizing that he had fallen victim to robbery once again, the owner's frustration erupted, and he began to repeatedly bang his head against the wall.