The ACTUAL Ultimate Spider People Part 2

(Damian POV)

"Ugh! I'm glad that's over." I sighed heavily as I plopped down into my seat.

"Why does someone with infinite godly power allow himself to feel tired at all?" Emma asked me.

"Why does a telepath speak with words, at all when you can convey a lot more information without them?" I quipped back.

"Touché" She responded, getting up from sitting on the corner of my bed and walking over to me and laying down a stack of papers. "This is everything you wanted. A full record of financial transactions for Lex Luthor and the members of the Hellfire Club. Took me a long time to get these." She said.

"Good job." I waved at her and began looking through them. "Anything I should know about immediately?"

"Luthor's clean, like, too clean. I can't find any information on mineral or material experimentation either, though I did find quite a few things on Latveria's defenses." She said, resting herself by sitting on the edge of my desk.

I nodded my head. "I see. I could have sworn that he'd have it out for Superman, but I guess Doom's taken his place." I said.

"Yes, from the time I spent in his min, I can clearly see that he only see's Superman as a tool or means to an end rather than an adversary. No, who he hates more than anything is Victor Von Doom." She explained as I kept looking through the various reports.

"Well, in fairness, their rivalry was legendary," I said, using my powers to double-check.

It was true. It was one of those weird results of mashing two universes together into one. Rather than Reed Richards, Victor Von Doom was envious of Lex Luthor and Lex hated him back for being the only person who could rival him in intelligence. Reed, was still considered brilliant by both parties, but they viewed him as 'slightly lesser' than themselves and ignored him.

As a matter of fact, Doom even worked with Reed on the dimensional portal as a way to one-up Lex. The Fantastic Four were still a thing, but Doom didn't seem to be their main rival like in the normal Marvel Universe. Hell, Doom didn't even seem to care for Susan Storm either.

The accident which gave the FF and Doom their powers still occurred, but this time it wasn't due to hubris, it was due to the fact Lex hacked into the portal and sabotaged it, which left Doom's face scarred and disfigured. He retreated to Latveria in order to get his revenge, but Lex was actually supporting Superman in this timeline to be a deterrent against Doom.

I shook my head at the wierdass scenario going on and flipped to another page. "What about the Hellfire club?"

"Well, as the White Queen, I have access to the resources of the entire club, though I'll need a Red King soon, as some of the old farts are getting roudy." Emma complained.

"How bad is it?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"They're planning to overthrow me soon. I don't know how they did it, but they found out I was a mutant. Thankfully, though, they think my power is the diamond you gave me rather than my telepathic and telekinetic powers." She explained.

"I didn't give it to you, it was your second mutation, but whatever. Do you require my intervention?" I asked.

"Not right now, though they've contacted the Court of Owls in Gotham so it might be needed eventually." She explained.

"Hmm." I hummed in thought. "The Court uses mutants with physical abilities as their Talons after death. I'm worried that they'll be after you for that purpose. Be careful and call I you need help. You're a beautiful woman, and I'd hate to see what they do to you if they catch you." I warned.

"Hmm?" Emma hummed in amusement before bending down and getting closer to me. "Worried about me, are you?"

"You know why I am," I responded.

Emma looked at me amusedly for a moment then backed off. "While you're unlimited cosmic power is kinda hot, you're not my type." She quipped.

"So you've said," I replied rolling my eyes.

Emma Frost was undoubtedly a beautiful woman, however, she wasn't for me. I didn't like women I couldn't trust and the only reason I trusted her now was that we both knew she had no way to control me and I was giving her the best deal for money and power. I also knew that deep down, she wasn't exactly a bad person, even wanting to be a teacher, but we don't always get what we want or like the person we turn out to be.

"If that's all, kid boss, I think I'm going to head out now. I've got all sorts of meetings to get to. Not all of us CEOs can behave like Tony Stark does." Emma said as she covered her hand in diamond and reached forward into eh empty room.

A small key-shaped tattoo that was on her arm began to glow a rainbow color as a doorway manifested in front of her. On the other side was her office in Luciel Holdings. I smiled as I saw that.

"I take it you liked my birthday gift to you then?" I asked.

"A magical tattoo that allows me to teleport anywhere when in my diamond form... only someone like you would create something like this." She quipped as she stepped through the doorway. "And get some sleep. You may have unlimited cosmic power, but you're still a teenager, and its late."

"You too, don't you need your sleep to keep yourself looking pretty?" I quipped back.

"That's what I have you for. Doubt my boss wants to look at an ugly old woman after all" She smiled and closed the doorway, getting the last word.

I smirked and shook my head. I could've kept the doorway open to get the last word myself, but I was feeling generous today and she was right about me needing sleep. I let out a long yawn and stretched out my arms.

I did a lot today and tomorrow I was having a meeting with another strange figure in my employ, Lady Shiva. The reason she was considered 'strange' to me was that in addition to being the world's best martial artist, she was also somehow fused with the Marvel Universe's Taskmaster, as she had the same powers as him, though he seemingly didn't exist in my universe.

"It's going to be a long day tomorrow." I sighed.

I got up off of my chair and allowed myself to fall on my bed. As I stared up at the ceiling, I remembered that I should check up on Peter to make sure my changes didn't accidentally turn him into the man spider or something.

My vision became distorted like I was underwater for a second before refocusing on Peter. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, though I could see that his clothes were now kinda tight on him, as his still developing muscular physique pushed against them. It took me a moment to see that he wasn't actually asleep in his own room, but in MJ's. I looked around and my eyes widened in shock. Gwen and MJ were also asleep in there. Gwen looked like she grew a few inches and the little bits of fat around her face were more toned. MJ had tossed and turned in bed, so I could see her stomach which was now exposed from having her shirt crumpled up.

"MJ definitely didn't have abs before," I said aloud.

I used my powers to see what the hell happened to them and then face-palmed hard. It seems that Peter never actually killed the spider that bit him and it hid on his clothes when I looked away from him when Jean called to me. Gwen got it on her when she was helping Peter into the car, where it bit her, and MJ got bit when Gwen flung it across the car. I was about to panic at how many other people could have been bit, but thankfully, I saw MJ smash it, and later on, Captain Stacy swept it off the seat and into a trash bag which he threw away.

I breathed a sigh of relief seeing this situation was actually turning out slightly better than expected. "It seems spiderman will have his side-kicks right from the get-go, huh?" I thought aloud.

'That's a tomorrow problem. Right now, it's time to sleep.' I thought.

...

(Peter's POV)

"Is this what it feels like to have a hangover?" I asked myself as I groggily woke up.

I shook my head a few times to shake off the drowsiness. It appears that I fell asleep in MJ's room. I hope she isn't too mad about that.

The morning sun shone brightly through the window as I looked around. It didn't take me very long to notice Gwen and MJ sleeping nearby.

"Man, they're beautiful." I thought aloud before walking over to Gwen and shaking her gently. Gwen, wake up! We fell asleep."

"Hmm. Peter? Five More minutes..." Gwen groaned.

"Come on Gwen, none of that now." Peter lightly scolded her as she looked up from her desk.

We locked eyes, and the rest of the world seemed to melt away. All I saw was an ocean of blue. I felt those beautiful eyes widen and get closer as Gwen stood up, also near me. I was so mesmerized by them that I didn't even notice when my body moved.

The next thing I knew we were engaged in a long and deep kiss. Neither of us knew how exactly to kis, as it was my first, and her's too, but I just 'knew' how to do it. After a few seconds, we broke for air, continuing to look deeply into each other's eyes. Our faces moved closer together again, getting ready to go again when we were both knocked out of our stupor by aloud groan.

Both of our faces flushed and we retreated away from one another and MJ awoke. "Did someone get the license of the truck that hit me?" She moaned as she opened her eyes.

"Damn, Tiger. You're looking good this morning." She said before suddenly covering her mouth, eyes wide in horror. "Did-did I-" She started.

"Yeah, you did," Gwen answered her before she even asked the question.

MJ seemed to be embarrassed, but I was just as embarrassed as she was. Mary Jane's called me a lot of things in the past, but she's never complimented my looks before.

Mary jane stood up, grabbing her blanket as she did so. I raised my eyebrow at the strange thing she did and glanced at Gwen who was also looking at MJ weirdly. The funny thing is though, MJ also looked confused as to why she did that.

"Why'd you grab that?" I asked.

"I- I don't know." Mary jane said in shock.

"Then.. are you going to put that down?" Gwen asked her

"I can't" MJ responded, seemingly genuinely confused and slightly fearful.

"What?" I asked.

"Just drop it." Gwen insisted.

"I can't, see!?!" MJ said, opening her palm, but showing that the blanket was still stuck to it.

"What the hell is happening to me!" MJ asked it a quiet voice. She flexed and the blanket fell away. We saw the spot she was stuck to and noticed it didn't have anything special on it, so it wasn't like it was glued down. MJ was looking at her hands is disbelief, so I walked over to her and looked at them with her.

She smelled really nice. Like, nicer than anything I've ever smelled before. MJ seemingly forgot all about the strange sticking situation when I got near her and she looked at me, dead in the eyes.

The same feeling overcame me. A vast field of green engulfed my vision. The next second, I found myself laying on top of her in bed, exploring the back of her throat.

"Hey!" Gwen called out, breaking the trance we were in.

I let out an unsatisfied grunt and got up off of her. This time, however, I couldn't. Both of my hands were stuck to MJ's blanket.

I widened my eyes in shock, turning to Gwen for help, only to see her desperately pulling against the desk she had leaned up against earlier. It seemed her fingers were also stuck. I looked back at my hands, trying desperately not to look at MJ or risk falling back into the ocean of red hair that called out to me. I close my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of my hands and their connection to the blanket.

I felt a slight pull keeping the two together. Having no other option, I wiled the connection away, and so it was. I was able to get up off the bed and help MJ up too. I turned to Gwen, intending to explain the process of unsticking yourself to her, only to open my eyes wide, seeing her holding up the desk like it was nothing using nothing but the force that stuck her hand to the desk.

Gwen turned to me. "Peter, what the hell is going on!?!" She said, tears in her eyes.

"I- I don't know," I replied, desperately.

There was a knock on the door and the room went silent.

After a few seconds another knock.

I glanced at MJ as if to tell her to come up with some sort of excuse for all the noise we must have been making. She saw this and nodded.

"Y-Yes?"

"Yall were making a lot of noise. Mind if I come in?" We heard a voice that belonged not to MJ's parents, but to Damian.

"Y-yeah, just give me a second," I said, walking over to the door. As I reached for it, something incredible happened. A white sticky substance shot out of my wrist and covered the doorknob. I stopped mid-stride. MJ and Gwen also stopped moving, seemingly holding their breaths at the strange sight.

"Are you going o let me in?" I heard Damian from behind the door. Strangely, it sounded like he was amused, though it must be because I was in MJ's room all night.

"Uh, I can't," I replied nervously.

"Are MJ and Gwen not dressed yet?" He asked, amused.

He was definitely misunderstanding the situation. I felt my face run hot and looked back at Gwen and MJ who were just as flushed as me. I opened my mouth to try to explain that that wasn't quite right when the sticking force keeping Gwen's hand connected to MJ's desk finally gave out and it dropped to the floor with a loud *THUD!!!* which shook the apartment.

"What the fuck!?!" Damian yelled from the other side of the door.

I saw the knob turn and swing open, pulling my hand and the string along with me. I was rapidly approaching Damian's face, our lips only centimeters apart when I felt a strong pushing sensation against my stomach which stopped my momentum. I looked down and saw Damian's fist pushing against my abdomen. When I looked back up, I saw Damian, pale in the face.

"Dude, I like you, but I don't swing that way." He said, completely misunderstanding the situation.