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Once again, Peter is the size of a mite. At least he now knows who's in danger.

And yet...it'd be easier for him if he knew the other ex-husbands' names and locations. And, he's back to protecting his late uncle's widow until he figures out where to go from here. One thing's for certain: at some point, the Sacrilegious Six will come try to kill Ms. Reilly. And when they do, Spider-Man will be there...to whatever end.

Through the pine canopy of the forest, Peter sees a billow of smoke. KAREN can't identify it from where Peter is, so he swings towards it.

It's a cabin. There are SHIELD agents outside it. And there's a boat under a cloth. Spider-Man isn't sure he'd recommend that.

Simmons/Deathlok is on duty outside the back door. Her prosthetic arm is a rotary cannon.

Her prosthetic eye is a microscope. With it, she spies on grains of pollen as they land on flowers' pistils and pollinate them. She switches the eye to X-ray mode, and watches the pollen fertilize the eggs while they're still inside the flowers. She moves over to the plants' leaves, and watches the chloroplasts absorb minerals, water, sun, and carbon dioxide, and transmutate them into glucose: the life potion of all plants.

Peter switches into stealth mode, and swings past Simmons, best he can. He talks a lot, and interacts with KAREN.

Simmons perks her ears. KAREN notices, and deploys the Iron Spider effects just in time.

Simmons looks Peter's way. She sees a strange-looking mite. It seems like an oddball, in a habitat where most mites avoid at this time of day. She magnifies her eye, to get a better look.

Part of the mite is tucked behind a leaf. She can't quite tell what it is...

Peter hides next to the leaf, and tries to remain calm. He doesn't hear a word out of KAREN.

Finally, Simmons's eye moves away from the leaf. It falls on a fly, that's crawling around on the leaf nearby. Simmons smiles, and returns to her patrol. Seems like these days, mites will do just about anything for food.

After a huge sigh of relief-which he's lucky for Simmons not to overhear, Peter reenters stealth mode. He swings through the bedroom window, and tries to keep speech between himself and KAREN-or to himself, even-to a minimum until he's inside.

He recognizes some of Ms. Reilly's possessions. He's found her; now he can protect her.

SHIELD looks like they've got it covered. But then, they always do...until a supervillain, alien, or god attacks something they're guarding, and the next thing they know, the Avengers have assembled...

It doesn't look like she's home. At least they finally got her to unpack...

Peter swings around the room, like a web-spinning mite. Ms. Reilly's got a nice room. Part of Peter wishes it were his. But then, he'd have a target painted on his back too...

Ah, what a nice back Ms. Reilly must have... Peter's uncle sure chose right in love, back when he was alive.

A bra hangs from the collapsible mirror. Peter swings to it, rolls down into one of the cups, and takes off his suit. He's only in his briefs now. Ms. Reilly's bra is comfy.

Peter's hard now. He knows he shouldn't sleep while on guard duty, but... Ms. Reilly's got some MAGNIFICENT breasts. It's almost hard to believe that in the future, they relieve the stress of Mel Gibson, Adam Sandler, and Matt McConaughey, to name a few...

He wakes. Two metal staffs are pinching his midriff. Like a crane, they lift him out of bed. Funny; Parker's never been moved by a crane while drowsy.

He falls. He lands in something soft. If he wasn't awake before, he is now. His surroundings smell good.

He looks up into a pair of big brown eyes. Her lashes are so long, he could do pull-ups from them.

Her lips are huge. He could get stuck on one of them.

It's Ms. Reilly. She's caught her late husband's nephew in her bra.

She can tell that the Frontier has been rough to Peter. She's flattered that he would come all the way out to Toynbee to protect her.

She doesn't seem overwhelmed to find out that Peter's Spider-Man. But then, Peter remembers he's not wearing his suit.

Peter tries to climb out of her hand. He's got a post to get back to, and...

He screams like a girl, when he realizes it's such a long fall from where Ms. Reilly's holding her hand to the floor of her bedroom. And Peter's not wearing his suit.

A pair of huge fingers pinch Peter's ass, and drag him back into the palm of Ms. Reilly's hand. Peter's almost seduced by the gentleness of her squeeze; he's the size of a mite.

"Now's not the time to go back to work, Peter. I was SO worried about you when you weren't at home when I got there after we had pizza."

She buries him under her finger, nearly suffocating him. Peter wonders why it doesn't hurt as much as he expects...

A widow can get lonely after a while, she tells Peter. And having to raise a pubescent male all alone has a way of...enhancing the sexuality.

Peter's eyes bug. He can't believe Ms. Reilly is driving at what he thinks she is. Not that he's criticizing; he's glad she is. But...is she crazy?

She dumps Peter on her fingernail. It's painted pink, and as big as a ball field. This time, its owner is looking right at him. She's hardly a major corporate CEO...but she's not hard on the eyes, either.

Ms. Reilly flaps her brown hair, and adjusts her sleeveless top. Peter creeps to the edge of her nail, to see if he can see her downblouse...

Somehow, Ms. Reilly has always dreamed of this. And what better place to be a cougar, than in the seclusion of witness protection in the Frontier?

With her other hand, Ms. Reilly pours a shot of vermouth. With her tweezers, she nearly drowns Peter in the pelagic depths of the wine. A minor, and hence a pathological teetotaler, Peter vomits it the first time Ms. Reilly tempts him. Ms. Reilly laughs.

"It's an acquired taste, Peter. I don't doubt many cougar baits don't get used to it prior to their first time."

"First time? What do you...?" Before Peter can finish, Ms. Reilly submerges him in the wine again. It may be just his imagination, but it seems she keeps him down there longer and longer each time.

Funny; the wine doesn't start to taste like anything. And yet, Peter's dick is hardening...

She sits, giggles, and sets him on her bare upper leg. She leans back, nudges Peter with her giant finger every now and then, and asks if he knows who wants her dead.

Peter divulges. He's after six supervillainesses who call themselves the Sacrilegious Six. They want to turn Deseret into a utopian Afroasia. And that wouldn't be so bad, except for a couple of things.

Peter's distracted by Ms. Reilly's boobs. She giggles, and asks him to continue.

The first, Peter continues, is that the Mormons love their religion, and won't take too kindly to becoming forced to worship Allah and/or Yahweh. The second is that the Sacrilegious Six plan to transmutate every Mormon in Deseret into a Semite.

Ms. Reilly reminds Peter that from what anyone's heard, the Mormons don't do so well with non-Mormon white people. Maybe they NEED to be transmutated?

Peter just can't relate. He knows he might be weird, but he likes himself the way he is. He admits that there were times, before the radioactive spider bite, where he thought he would've loved to get transmutated into Justin Bieber, or a Jonas brother, or someone of a similar sort. But even without Spider-Man, he's still caught the eye of beautiful women (Ms. Reilly smiles down upon him, and adjusts her top, when he says this), and he's also pretty sure that no one would get used to him if he ever forced himself to look like someone else.

Ms. Reilly asks how this 'Sacrilegious Six' plans to accomplish all of this. Deseret is a big place, and from what she's heard, the pioneers are having an impossible time colonizing it at it is.

Peter tells her about the steam factory Mr. Stark has operating in Deseret. To the Mormons, it looks like an eternally-burning campfire. But if one ventures past the "KEEP OUT" signs, they find themselves in a pocket universe, where the factory is. And the only thing inside the factory is the Reality Stone, one of the six Infinity Stones.

Ms. Reilly laughs. And she thought SHIELD was bad at abusing the Infinity Stones, she says.

She presses her finger really hard, every now and then, against the fat of her upper leg. To Peter, this sends shockwaves that keep making him fall over.

Ms. Reilly asks Peter that if the Sacrilegious Six plan to use the Reality Stone to make their dream come true, can't they just modify all the negative minutiae to where this "New Afroasia" doesn't require anyone living in it to be miserable.

Peter reminds Ms. Reilly that the Reality Stone is an Infinity Stone. He knows that there are six of them...but they're women, and Peter's pretty sure none of them have handled an Infinity Stone as a collective, let alone as an individual.

Ms. Reilly admits he might be right. She appreciates Peter's efforts to stop them. She also thinks it's amusing that he's confident enough to fight six women without fear of hurting them. But then, if they're truly evil, they've been hurt to such an extent that one more punch won't make that much of a difference, right?

Peter shrugs. He's never thought about that, but...it makes sense.

Ms. Reilly just hopes Peter gets to the Sacrilegious Six before they get to her or Liz. That'd certainly be a dream come true for both her and Liz.

Peter looks up. He asks what Liz Allan has to do with this.

Ms. Reilly giggles, and reveals that she didn't know either, until the day before yesterday. Liz witnessed a murder in Oregon City, and SHIELD's protecting her in a cabin in Toynbee's twin town, Humboldt.

Peter remembers the newspaper headline Ms. Potts read back in New York. So, it was LIZ who witnessed Sandgirl's and Huntress's attack on that ex-husband in Oregon City... Peter hoped it wasn't. Although that's not to say he's ENTIRELY disappointed...

Ms. Reilly smiles, and sees that Peter longs for her softer parts. She reaches towards Peter, with her huge hand...

Peter tries to walk away, down her leg. He's not sure if he can do this to his Uncle Ben yet.

Peter gets to her knee. It's a long way down her lower leg...and he's almost forgotten he's Spider-Man...for some reason...

Ms. Reilly tells him not to worry about that. She pinches him between her huge thumb and index finger, peels her top away from her right boob, and leaves Peter just inside. It's really warm in there. Peter would love to stay...

Ms. Reilly assures Peter that she's over Ben Parker. She's ready to move on. Her lonely parts are ready for some man flesh again. They're ready for some mite-sized cougar bait...

She presses her finger against where he is, beneath her top. Peter still doesn't get why he doesn't suffocate, or hurt when she does that...

Ms. Reilly sings an aria to him. Peter had no idea Ben Parker's widow had such an enriched voice...

She stands, and takes off her top. Peter slips down her boob...but somehow stops, before falling off.

Peter hasn't seen Ms. Reilly so happy since...Uncle Ben was alive. But then, he was never around for these parts; hence, he's never seen Ms. Reilly this happy.

Ms. Reilly snores. Her chest rises up and down. At that, shockwaves broadside her boobs from below and above. Peter might fall if this keeps up too long...

Peter wakes. He's still in Ms. Reilly's bra. He's still in his briefs. And he's still hard.

Far away, Ms. Reilly finishes her bath. She's in a towel. She stands in the floor center, and lets it fall. Peter ogles her nude body, for the first time in a long time.

He REALLY loves what he sees. He sure hopes Ms. Reilly doesn't remarry for a LONG time...

She pulls her bra off the folding mirror-the one Peter's watching all of this from. She puts it on. Peter's soon wedged between Ms. Reilly's right boob and the cup on her bra. Behind her, she hooks it in place.

She adjusts it, after she gets it on her. Inside her bra cup, these are some of the BEST earthquakes Peter has ever lived through.

He's never been to the West Coast. These are the ONLY earthquakes he's ever lived through...

Peter misses the dream he just had. But for now, he will SO settle for this as a consolation... He snoozes, like a reborn teenager, inside Ms. Reilly's rack. With luck, his presence will go unnoticed.

With more luck, she'll have another interaction with Liz before SHIELD or the Avengers catch the Sacrilegious Six. And Peter SO anticipates that...