32 The Deal

"So, Mr. Parker, have you made a decision? Will you be joining S.H.I.E.L.D. as a third-party collaborator for the research project 'Radioactive Spider Isotopes'?"

Peter observed his teacher as they stood on the school terrace. Natasha was wearing her sleek Black Widow skintight suit, accentuating her curves. On the other hand, Peter was dressed in his usual attire, although it appeared to be more drippy than usual.

"I have, actually. However, before I provide an answer, I must point out that you haven't mentioned what I stand to gain from this collaboration. You've only vaguely mentioned 'benefits'."

Natasha chuckled, placing a hand on her waist, a smug smile surfacing on her face as she began to speak.

"Well, as for the benefits, let me elaborate. Firstly, you'll receive a lifetime tax exemption as long as you remain a citizen of the United States of America. Additionally, you'll be granted a payment of $200,000. Furthermore, if you choose to stay with us, you'll be offered the role of a probationary police officer, complete with all the accompanying benefits and more."

Peter gazed at the woman with a contemplative expression, then shifted his gaze to the afternoon sky. A sly smile formed on his lips as he spoke confidently.

"I accept."

Natasha smiled, leaning closer to Peter as they both admired the skyline and the bustling traffic below. In a friendly gesture, she extended her hand, offering a handshake to seal their agreement.

Likewise, Peter reciprocated with a firm handshake, acknowledging their agreement. However, as Natasha released his hand, Peter's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed a note left in his palm.

He turned to look at her, but to his astonishment, Natasha had already changed back into her regular teacher attire.

Noticing that Peter was watching her, Natasha playfully twirled her fingers and waved lightly. "Bye, Peter~" she called out before opening the door to the staircase.

As she walked away, her hips swayed gracefully, her heels clicking on the floor, but it's important to maintain a pure tone in describing her movements after all, I would be then called a pedophile, and black widow too would be.

Peter stood there, his mind swirling with curiosity and intrigue. He opened his palm, studying the piece of paper with the coordinates, date, time, and day meticulously written on it. It specified Sunday at 7 am.

"Couldn't she have just told me?"

Peter glanced at the open door of the terrace and then turned his attention back to the bustling scenery below. A chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned against the railing, silently lampooning.

"I guess that would defeat the purpose of distracting me and changing clothes to impress me,"

Peter let out a light whistle as he found himself lost in a daydream, imagining Black Widow's alluring presence once again.

"Goddamn, though," he muttered, a mixture of appreciation in his voice, "Black Widow, in real life is undeniably sexy."

Peter remained on the terrace for a few more minutes, lost in thought. Eventually, he retrieved his notepad from his pocket, flipping it open to a specific page. With a sense of accomplishment, he made a tick mark next to the third goal he had previously jotted down.

...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.] Check √.

Peter carefully added a new goal to his notepad:

[4)Join S.H.I.E.L.D. to establish trust and demonstrate that Peter Parker is not a threat to humanity and the world. Gradually initiate recruitment from within S.H.I.E.L.D. for the mysterious organization, leading to a rebellion with the ultimate aim of assuming leadership over S.H.I.E.L.D...]

A smile spread across Peter's face as he nodded to himself, filled with a sense of determination.

'This is an awesome plan. My father always told me, 'Dream for the Universe, to get the World.' However, this is not a dream... but a goal.'

Taking a deep breath, Peter felt a surge of energy coursing through him, causing his eyes to briefly flash red before returning to their usual brown color.

He leaned away from the railing and started descending the stairs, his mind filled with thoughts of the future and the steps he needed to take to bring his goals to fruition.

With prom only a few hours away, the regular classes had been suspended, and the school was buzzing with activity as students came together to help decorate the venue.

The halls were filled with laughter, music, and the sound of decorations being put up, creating an atmosphere of excitement.

As he made his way down the stairs, he couldn't help but notice the bustling crowd of students who had temporarily abandoned their classrooms.

Among them, his eyes caught sight of a blonde-haired girl with piercing blue eyes, scanning the crowd as if searching for someone before being 'surprise motherfucker'd by Mary Jane and her bandmates.

Peter put a hand into his pocket as he continued to descend, unbothered.

'If I am going to be living a second life, at the very least, I would like to enjoy it... my way.'

With a smug smile, Peter confidently approached Gwen and casually draped an arm around her shoulder. Leaning in, he glanced over at Mary Jane and the other members of the band, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"So... what's happening here?"

Mary Jane's demeanor turned tense, and she directed a steely gaze toward Gwen. Her words carried a hint of frustration as she responded, annoyed.

"Think about it,"

With a final disdainful glance aimed at Peter, Mary Jane turned on her heel and walked away, her guitar in hand. The other members of the band followed suit, casting curious glances back at the duo before joining her.

Peter turned his attention to Gwen, a quizzical expression on his face as he inquired about the recent encounter.

"What was all that about?"

Gwen let out a sigh, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation.

"It was nothing, really. They were just trying to convince me to play the drums and leave you hanging,"

A smile spread across Peter's face, and he couldn't help but chuckle at Gwen's explanation. Feeling a surge of affection, he pulled her closer by her waist, holding her sideways, and gazed into her captivating blue eyes.

"But, you wouldn't actually do that, would you?"

Gwen playfully rolled her eyes, though the hint of a smile lingered on her lips, showing that she was only teasing.

"Come on now, Mr. Parker, let's not get too confident,"

Peter playfully shove Gwen's and then revealed two drink options in his hands.

"Water... or cola?"

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I watched No Way Home again for y'all. It's gonna be amazing.... at least in my head.