[8] Rogue's Decision, and Spider-Man's Conversion?

Chapter 8: Rogue's Decision, and Spider-Man's Conversion?

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How tiresome, Enrique sighed as he followed Anna to her room. Teenagers were exasperating to deal with, and for what? She ignored him and jumped onto her bed, turning her back towards him.

"What's wrong?" Enrique asked, obviously knowing what was the problem. "Was it the kiss?"

She stayed silent, hugging her pillow. "...."

"Anna, do you have a crush on me?" Enrique asked after a moment, making the girl visibly flinch. Being direct with this was the best choice. Especially given her circumstances. "Well. Sorry but, I'm not interested in little girls. Shouldn't be a surprise."

She snapped her head back at him, frowning with her eyes wet. "Can you stop bringing up my age?"

"Is it annoying?" he asked, watching her nod quickly. "Then mature up. Age isn't the only factor that makes a little girl, a little girl. You're almost 18, and given your situation, you need to do better. Also, you didn't deny my claim."

"...." She stared at him dryly. "Why did you kiss her suddenly?"

"My Goddess told me to," he said, seeing her look at him in disbelief before face-palming. "Hey, I don't care if you don't believe me. She's real, and she told me to do it. You don't have to trust me. In any case, I see no reason to answer your inquiries about who I kiss. As far as I remember, we are not dating. And honestly, I don't plan to either." He was being really harsh, but there was a reason for that.

"...."

Sitting at the peak of the world in his last life, Enrique understood the allure of love, having experienced it in all of its shades. However, he knew better than to get entangled in a serious relationship. In his previous world, his stature demanded he remain single. That might sound stupid, but it made sense if one would spend a minute thinking about it. 

A wife could bring downfall, as evidenced by many, most iconically Bill Gates, who lost 76 fucking billion dollars in his divorce. Conversely, being unattached to a wedding ring allowed Enrique to explore numerous opportunities with businesswomen without constraints. 

In that kind of setting, he could maintain multiple discreet relationships without repercussions. That was what he was used to. Being loyal to a single woman was not an option for him, he was too used to the luxury of multiple bosoms. That's why he had multiple 'girlfriends' on the sidelines to comfort him, although they weren't called that in papers. Just close female friends. But in recent times before he died, he had only relished in one-night stands.

Gender dynamics allowed incredible manipulation of the opposite sex, a fact Enrique used to his advantage. A girl could never manipulate another girl, the way a guy could. Unless, of course, scissors, but those were exceptions. Enrique liked to use his status as an advantage to keep his girls on the line. He was manipulative, but he also knew how to care for people. 

He wouldn't mind having lovers. However, as he had mentioned earlier, it's better to keep it hidden from the public that he's attached to any girls. At least for now.

Anna wouldn't understand this on her own, of course. She had been living a gentle, teenage dating life until recently. Her idea of a romantic life was far more innocent and simple than his.

But if Anna could understand his flow, and if she were to accept that, he would embrace her in the future. She needed to understand her place in their relationship so that she wouldn't be mad in the future if he was seen with another woman. She belonged to him now, not the other way around, given the peculiarity that only he could touch her; she would inevitably crawl to his bed sooner or later, accepting any bizarre requests he made. 

He liked her, she was a nice girl, and he wanted to keep her protected, but there was honestly no need to waste the "girlfriend" card on her. Especially in this world, where the word businesswomen he spoke of earlier could be replaced with superheroines. So he must keep the slot open to the public's eyes. After all, who knew what awaited him in the future?

Anna looked at him with pained eyes, but his expression didn't waver. She looked away, burying her face in the pillow. She stayed silent for a long moment before turning to him from the bed.

"...On another note," she said, "Are you alright now? Professor Ororo said something about your mutation. Will you be okay?"

"I will be," Enrique nodded. She was trying to change the subject, and he didn't mind. She was young and needed time to accept the truth. It made him feel a bit guilty that she was worrying about his health when he was planning sinister moves in his head, but guilt was just a chemical reaction he could get past. After all, this was happiness as usual. "I asked my Goddess, and she helped me out with her almighty powers."

Anna nodded slowly while his Goddess whispered in his ear. [Why not tell her the truth? That her power helped you survive? It would help break the ice between you.]

"No," Enrique whispered very lightly, sure that Rogue didn't hear. "Giving her that information will make her value herself more, make her take it for granted that I am indebted to her – which I am not since it happened on its own and she didn't do it willingly."

[Whoa, what the hell,] the Goddess cursed. [What an imbecile, good grievance. Do what you have to.]

Silence stretched in the room before Anna sighed a minute later. "You know," she said, getting off the bed and walking over to him, "You're the only person I can touch. That means you're the only person I'd ever be able to… do those things with. The only person I've shared a proper kiss with is you too." 

"...."

She looked up at his face, then leaned over and buried her face in his chest. "So I… I naturally thought we were a thing. I'm sorry, my bad. I never even considered you might not be into me at all."

She stayed like that, and Enrique let her, wrapping his arms around her. After two minutes and a half, he decided to speak while patting her hair.

"You are a beautiful young lady, Anna, you have no issues," he said carefully. At the very least, he didn't want her to feel insecure. "Gorgeous, even. It's… not that I don't like you. In fact, you are a good friend to me, for whom I rushed to a train hundreds of kilometers away to save on half a phone call. You're someone I can see myself loving deeply one day. However, the concept of dating, and consequently marriage, in particular is weird to me. The threads of a relationship are looser to me than you. I don't think you'd match it well. You are my friend, and you'd stay that way no matter what, even if I do or do not fall in love with you."

"....."

"You understand what I mean?" He pulled her chin up to make her look at him.

Anna stared at his gray-silver eyes for a long while before nodding slowly. "What's your idea of a relationship, then?"

"Well," Enrique continued, "It's that, we can be more than 'just friends' any day, as long as you wish. With the benefits of a girlfriend, but still a friend." He hoped she knew what he was talking about, and wasn't too innocent to miss it.

He didn't want to spell it out. She had to realize what he was implying. They'd be together, 'dating,' but she wouldn't be called his girlfriend in public, and therefore he wouldn't be expected to stay loyal. Normally, that worked both ways, and people would call it an open relationship. But Anna had no other option. 

Who else could she touch other than him? Most girls in her situation would reject such an offer, but Anna had been through a lot in the last week. Honestly, Enrique didn't feel bad for playing with her this way. In return for her loyalty, he would help her and treat her well. Just because he'd be with other girls in the future didn't mean he would abandon her. Between them, it would be a win-win relationship.

She just needed to understand that a person like him couldn't be loyal to one person. Not after living 31 years of his life differently. It wasn't physically possible for him, and it would be dumb to do so in his logic.

"Ah, you mean…" Anna stared at him in stillness, but Enrique could see the gears turning in her head. Yes, she could understand his words. Not so hard, was it?

His Goddess took the silence to speak. [You know, I felt strange when you flirted with me, a Goddess of all beings,] she marveled at his bravery. [Now I know why. What an impure human, how incredibly outrageous. If you weren't my avatar, I wouldn't be laughing right now. Ahh, what a pitiful girl she is to be caught in your evil paws. But be careful. It may have been millennia since my husband's gone, but if he suddenly returns and finds you flirting with me, he won't be happy. In his prime, even Zeus feared Amun-Ra.]

Could this woman shut up? He was busy with his little harbinger of the apocalypse. He didn't care that Zeus, who didn't fear much, was scared of the Chief God of Egypt. Anna could surpass them all in the future if he nurtured her well.

On a side note, he wouldn't stop trying his luck with Mut. She was beautiful, true, but he wasn't doing this just to get his dick wet – he wanted to earn more benefits from her. Yes, that too was business as usual. Having a Goddess as your partner ought to be beneficial, especially if she was his direct superior. He didn't fear the return of Amun-Ra from the sun's core, where he resided, since he didn't care to do that all this time.

Enrique didn't respond to Mut, as Anna was staring up at his face. He waited, and when she didn't make any move, he leaned down to capture her lips, watching her flinch but not resist. She wouldn't make a move, so he had to. Though he intended it to end with just a kiss. For now.

The kiss was short at first, and Anna was very surprised. Instead of resisting, she pulled him closer when he tried to end it. It escalated, this time with their tongues dancing together, following Enrique's rhythm. His hands groped her soft ass, while hers wrapped around his back, clutching his shirt. 

The sloppy kiss moved to the bed as they rolled around each other. Huh. Looks like my intention didn't live well. After minutes, the kiss finally stopped with Anna on top of him, both of them breathing heavily.

"You're a villainous fellow, sugar," Anna said, grabbing his face with her hands. "But you got me in a vice." She then leaned over to kiss him again.

Enrique's eyes widened in surprise, realizing where this was heading before he chuckled in his head. Pleasant surprises were always welcome. Haah, teenagers.

****

Enrique's hands roamed over Anna's body, squeezing and caressing her soft curves. He could feel her heart racing as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned into him. His hands trailed down her back, feeling the smooth skin and soft muscles beneath his fingertips. He squeezed her waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

With a sudden movement, Enrique raised his hand and brought it down sharply on Anna's ass, eliciting a gasp from her lips. "H-hey~" she moaned in his ears, and he caressed her ass as if to help soothe the pain. She glared at him for the unnecessary thing, and then kissed him more fiercely, her body responding to the sudden pain with a surge of pleasure. 

Enrique could feel his own desire growing, his heart pounding in his chest as he let out a low growl. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and pushed Anna down onto the bed, rising above her like a predator over its prey. He could see the desire in her eyes, mixed with a hint of fear, but she did not resist as he pushed her hands above her head and held them there. He could feel his bestial side taking over, his instincts urging him to claim her as his own.

Enrique's clothes vanished into his body, getting sucked into his chest, leaving him naked and exposed above Anna. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of his muscular chest and chiseled abs, her blush deepening as her gaze traveled lower. 

She gasped as she saw the size of his cock, her eyes locking onto it for a full minute as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Are men... supposed to be that big? Ah…" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. As an innocent girl, the size of that unfamiliar thing was startling for her.

Enrique smirked. "Does it matter?" he asked, leaning down to capture her lips in another searing kiss. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her hips arching up to meet his as he ground his cock against her.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust. "Slow?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

Anna nodded, biting her lower lip as she blushed. "It's… my first time," she admitted, looking up at him with shy eyes. She was giving her first to a man she knew might be playing her hard.

Enrique felt a surge of possessiveness at her words, a primal urge to claim her as his own. How odd humans worked, he wondered. He pushed her legs apart and positioned himself at her entrance, pushing inside slowly, gradually, as he felt her virginity give way to his thickness.

"Mhm… nngh… Haah!" Anna gasped as he entered her, her eyes spinning as she felt a mix of pain and pleasure. Enrique watched her carefully, his own pleasure building as he saw the expressions on her face. He began to move, pulling out slowly and then pushing back in, each thrust going deeper than the last.

Anna's moans grew louder as Enrique picked up the pace, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he claimed her body. He could feel her tightness around him, her body gripping him tightly as he moved inside her. He leaned down to capture her lips in another kiss, swallowing her moans as he continued to thrust into her.

…In the meantime, Enrique's Goddess watched from a realm above, a smile playing on her lips as she watched the scene unfold. [Huhuhu, there, come my first virgin sacrifice in decades,] she giggled, enjoying the show.

Enrique heard her words and scowled, looking up at the ceiling. "Please, shut up," he growled, "and stop watching. It's creepy."

Anna looked confused and embarrassed. "Who are you talking to?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Enrique sighed. "It's my Goddess," he said, "never mind her. Just focus on me."

He began to move faster, his hips slamming into Anna's as he claimed her body. She gasped and moaned, her eyes spinning as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. How long did they spend like that, embracing each other?

"A-ahn!" she cried out, reaching climax. "Oh, god, yes~!"

Enrique continued to thrust into Anna, his hips moving in a frenzy as he chased his own pleasure. She met him thrust for thrust, her body writhing beneath his as she moaned loudly. He could feel her walls tightening around him, milking him for all he was worth, and it only served to heighten his own pleasure.

With a growl, Enrique flipped Anna over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so that she was on her knees. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her with abandon. She cried out, her fists clenching the sheets as he took her roughly. 

"Yes, fuck, ahn~ more, give me more~" The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, and Enrique could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He reached around and began to rub Anna's clit, feeling her body tense as she approached her own climax.

"Oh god, Enrique, I- I'm going to cum!" she cried out, her body shaking as her orgasm washed over her.

Enrique felt her walls clench around him, and it was more than he could take. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed. He expected to collapse onto her back to rest, but tiredness didn't come, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he decided to go for more.

He lifted her up in his arms, as she threw her lips onto his, and began to slam his size into her hungry self. Anna moaned like there was no tomorrow, while Enrique lost control of his sanity, his bestial side taking over.

…..

When Enrique became sober, he shook his head. "Oh," he said, his voice filled with regret, "I got too excited."

Anna lay on the bed, wasted, eyes wide, but her mind asleep. It was a night she'd remember forever, and a night she'd experience repeatedly.

X-x-X

That was hot, if a little embarrassing. Enrique had fucked Anna into unconsciousness, having lost to his desires. He usually avoided such roughness with virgins, but it seemed he couldn't fully control his bestial side yet. At least he hadn't transformed and harmed her with claws.

Ah, and he finished inside her. That was a problem. He was always careful with that, but this time he couldn't hold back.

[If you're worried about finishing inside her – don't be. I'll take care of it. I happen to be the Goddess of Fertility as well, though it's not my forte. When I get more believers, I might lend you some of my juicy mating abilities as well.]

"…" Sometimes he wondered if she really could not read his mind. In any case, this got him curious about just how powerful she was. The second strongest Asgardian God, Thor only showed some hammer-throwing and lightning-summoning powers in the MCU – but Mut here had talked about countless abilities even if they weren't all that strong so far. "Actually, curious, how many abilities do you have?"

[Hm? Oh, a lot. I never bothered to count.] She replied. [I see your knowledge of Egyptian myths does not stretch up to me, was I not a prominent figure in your timeline too? Anyways, I suppose you know about Freya of Asgard? You can imagine her as my Asgardian counterpart, but weaker. Of course. In the sense that both of us are mother goddesses, and that both of us are very good at using magic— though I am better, by the way. I may teach you some magic tricks someday, but not now in case any 'unwanted' person takes notice. Tch, that bald vixen…]

She whispered the last words, but Enrique found it useless since the voice was being directly sent to his mind. The bald vixen, as in the fucking Ancient One? She could refer to that woman like that? If so, he may have underestimated Mut.

He couldn't take her words for granted on how good her magic was but since she dared compare herself to Freya, who taught Loki all of his magic, then yes she was more than just the lightning-throwing part of her.

Also, it seemed she didn't like Freya very much. Enrique decided to strike a score in this. "Really? Then again, I should honestly have assumed so already, given you are so much more beautiful than her as well."

[...Surely. When you haven't even met her.] She scoffed before laughing and going silent.

"I mean it's obvious even if I haven't met her." Enrique shrugged his shoulders. "Who else but my Goddess?"

Goddess Mut just laughed it off.

****

Anna woke up later and had her lunch with him. Though he didn't want to, Enrique cooked the food rather than ordering it as intended. Little things like that helped score good points. After that, he watched some TV with her and finally decided to leave for a hero stroll around the city.

"But why can't I tag along?!" Anna complained as he prepared to leave. "I can subdue any criminal, super-powered or otherwise, just by touching them!"

"The problem is you'd have to touch them. Are you confident in not getting stabbed or shot before you succeed?" he asked her. "Are you?"

"…"

"Plus, you can't even walk properly." he pointed at her shaky legs, the aftermath of the Battle of the Bed.

"I-its your fault, though, Sugah!" she looked at him with a displeased frown.

"Alright. I will take you out tomorrow, okay? I have some special task to do today." With a sigh, he told her. "How about this— while you stay here, google some good houses or apartments for rent since we can't stay here for long. People are outside even now. Also, if you see men clad in black suits come to you, knock them out and call me. If the phone doesn't work, try doing something to attract my attention."

"The last one is too specific, don't you think?" Anna said but didn't argue with him. "Fine. I will do as you say. But it falls on you to make me a superhero costume, then!"

He took off from his balcony.

…..

The 'task' he had wasn't anything grand. He planned to drop by Peter's school and give him a reputation boost. Teenagers loved popularity, and knowing Peter's history in his school, Enrique was sure it would be a good thing. 

Oh, and he needed to make something up to not let people even consider Peter being Spider-Man. His identity must remain a secret.

****

One thing Peter Parker loved his superpower for was how fast he healed. His entire body was sore from the fight in the train yesterday, but when he woke up this morning not even an ounce of drowsiness was present. He made his way to the school in comfort.

School today wasn't the usual. People were too busy talking about yesterday's incident to pay any real attention to classes. Peter liked it since he received no useless attention from any unwanted third parties.

It was October and Homecoming was just on the corner. He would like some alone time and a sound mind to build up enough courage to ask Liz out.

Unfortunately…

As he stood at the door of the exit, after school ended, staring at the flashy superhero who waved at him from the air, Peter realized his school life would never be as quiet again.

Shit. Why is Enrique here? Peter hoped he wasn't fucked.

****

"Ohh, it's Supernova!"

"Do you think he will let me take a selfie?"

"You wish! Didn't you see the video? He's a man with a gruff attitude."

Hearing the name Supernova in such a large cheer, Enrique suddenly remembered something, wait, isn't there already a guy with that name? He hadn't considered that while choosing the name. In the end, Enrique sighed in his head. Oh well, Garthan Saal had more aliases than just that. Enrique decided to keep this to himself. 

Hey, maybe I will go after the Nova Corps someday. Actually, his company's name in his previous world was Nova Corporations— in short, [Nova Corps]. The title of Supernova may suit him more than anyone.

"There you are, Peter." Enrique ignored the other kids and flew forward to stand in front of Peter, a young man who was the carbon copy of Tom Holland. "Thanks for your help on tracking down the 'villains' yesterday, really appreciate it. Spiderman says hi, and he says we three grab dinner as promised."

The students around them wowed in awe, learning that the nerdy Peter had somehow helped not one, but two superheroes! Was he more than he looked? 

However, Peter's own facial expression became flustered.

"Why are you here? No, how did you even find me?" Peter whispered to Enrique, pulling him to a corner.

Ah right, he is not used to popularity. Enrique remembered. If he had to guess, Peter likely found this current situation bothersome.

Enrique knew Peter had to grow a bit more open-minded about these things if he wanted to keep swinging around this dangerous world. Peter had charisma, just that he didn't know how to bring it out while not under his mask, so Enrique decided to give him a head start. Since he liked this kid, he'd help him out.

As Enrique had a small chat with Peter, telling him this was alright, suddenly, a feminine voice came from behind.

"Hey, Peter!" Looking past Peter's shoulder, Enrique found a group of girls, led by a girl he recognized as Liz Allan, walking over to them. "Sheesh, dude! You never told us you're friends with Superheroes?" One of the girls, a brunette who Enrique was pretty sure Peter had never talked to before, given his confused and startled facial expression, asked as if they were best of friends. Then, she walked over to Enrique. "Um, sir? Can I take a picture?"

It was his first time hearing the word 'Sir' directed at him in this world. He would lie if he said he didn't miss it. "Sure," Enrique let her. In the next few minutes, the girls excluding Liz, who chatted with Peter, took their turns on Enrique.

Enrique decided it was enough. Peter was being surrounded by a bunch of more girls by then, making him flustered. He was about to end this when Liz Allan walked over to him.

"Um, Supernova?" she said as she reached out her phone, fidgeting on her spot. "I asked Peter if it's fine to ask you for your number, and he said probably. So, uh, I don't know if this is rude to ask but… Can I get your number?"

None of the girls dared to ask for his number until now, but she did. Enrique apologized to Peter in his mind for stealing his crush— but didn't regret it since he doubted this would grow into anything more than a contact exchange. Plus, Peter had Zendaya to entertain him in this world. 

"Sure thing," with a nod, he accepted her phone and returned it after typing his 'civilian' number. He had three numbers, one for his civilian activities, one for business activities, and one solely for super activities.

"Thanks," she smiled brightly and Enrique was about to return her smile just when he noticed someone… strange.

"Hey," Enrique called Liz and gestured his chin to point at a girl who moved through the crowd, looking somewhat annoyed and hasty to leave the school. Her behavior was a bit strange since all girls would rather rush to meet him than leave, but there was. Especially, her striking white hair as it flowed behind her like a snow avalanche was what caught his attention. He had a feeling he knew her. "You know who she is?"

"Oh," Liz's expression dimmed, realizing he may have found someone else of interest. "Yeah, I think. She's in her third year, really secretive, and doesn't do much socializing. Some girls picked on her once for that, but one of them had their arm broken, and the others were wounded. Name is Felicia Hardy, if I recall correctly."

Aha… no wonder his tiger senses smelled a kitty in that girl.

It was the Black Cat.

****

Peter was grateful when he finally got themselves out of the crowd by grabbing him by the shoulder and flying off into the sky. The crowd had simply cheered.

Peter complained some more about how he shouldn't have done that and whatnot but Enrique just gave him some life lessons on how being popular and having connections would help both his personal and heroic life. If he were to grow into a decently rich man in the future, like his rich Parker version, he would be able to do many things easily and also create stuff that would help his heroic job. His own suit, even.

Peter stayed silent after that, and only when they were on top of a skyscraper, eating Burger King as dinner, did he speak on that matter.

"Speaking of super suits," Spider-Man spoke with his mouth stuffed. "Did your Goddess make that for you? Can I get one too?"

[Tell him only if he becomes a devoted believer.]

Enrique was surprised to hear Mut's words. He expected her to refuse such a demand. But he shrugged and said, "Only if you become her believer."

Spider-Man chewed on his food as he stared up at Enrique. "Really?"

[Tell him I can make him a suit in half an hour if he accepts, though if he doesn't live up to the end of the promise the suit will disappear like Cinderella's dress.]

She knows Cinderella? Enrique was stunned but did as asked nonetheless.

Peter drank water and looked at him in excitement. "Okay, so, what do I do to become a believer? Not that I plan to, but I'm curious…"

[Tell him this…] Mut spoke and Enrique spread her words like a good prophet.

People actually didn't have to do all those animal sacrifices and whatnot to become her believers, but she asked them to do so regardless since that gave extra faith points. But now that she had an active resource of faith from Enrique's game, and also because a Superhuman was rare, she decided to tone out those points for Spider-Man.

Basically, Peter simply had to pray to Mut every morning after waking up and every night before sleeping, for five minutes. Clasping his hands and praying in front of a statue of Mut. He would also do every 'influential' action in his life with a chant in his head, and it wasn't that complex. He just had to say, "For my Goddess Mut!" 

By doing so Mut will receive all the faith points he would have earned by doing that action if he was a God, but since he was not and all that faith was going to waste, it shouldn't hurt Peter by doing so either.

When Enrique let Peter know of this, Peter pondered for a moment and then accepted it. "Alright. If it doesn't work, I can always stop being a believer," he said before agreeing with Enrique.

"Great choice. In that case," Enrique manipulated his suit's cape to form a makeshift statue of Mut and Peter did tonight's prayer towards it, asking for a super suit. 

After that, Enrique and Peter sat down on the ground to sketch a classic Spider-Man suit and when done, the sketch vanished in thin air, and less than half an hour later the exact suit appeared in place of the sketch.

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"Woohoo!" Peter threw his fist in the air. "It worked!" it fucking did. "Quick, quick, let's test it out!"

As Enrique, being told by Mut, instructed Peter on what to do, the teenager made a small cut on his finger and dropped a droplet of blood on the suit. The costume shone bright red and instantly vanished, appearing around Spider-Man's body and wrapping him up tightly, perfectly. 

The way his muscles were visible even with it on, it seemed the other suit he was wearing was teleported somewhere by Mut.

"Any cloth you are already wearing will be replaced by this when you summon it. You can summon it by sacrificing your blood like you did just now and calling forth the suit after that. Works with any blood, for example, if your hands are tied and you can't move, just bite your tongue enough to bleed and call the suit, and it will be there."

"Wow."

"You can un-summon the suit just by concentrating for 10 seconds, your previous clothes will replace it," Enrique explained the abilities of the suit. "It is not as powerful as mine, which is exclusive to me, but it is still bulletproof and is also technologically enhanceable, so if you want to do any add-ons, you are free to do so."

Peter nodded at his word by word as he ran around the rooftop and checked himself out in his classic Spider-Man suit. The boy was really excited, as one could expect.

Enrique wasn't expecting this tonight, but the fortunate fact that Peter was a 15-year-old made it possible to swindle him into the religion. Indeed, he had just recruited his 2nd Super Believer.

Fantastic.

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Author Note: Don't forget to leave some stones 😔🔥🙏