Arc Four. Chapter One Hundred Four. Many Hands

"What do you mean Peter's hurt?" Felicia stood tapping her foot on the ground, she had crossed her arms and looked incredibly angry. She had already been having a bad day when she got a phone call that dragged her away from a worrying case of murder and back home, where she was about ready to commit one herself.

"He used all his powers to save me from, well, me and now he's drained. So no sex, plenty of bed rest and uh, definitely no fighting, he's weaker than a kitten, well, not our kitten but a normal one," Liv explained. "You'll have to take a step back from your Black Cats. I doubt Gwen or I will be capable of defending this place if Harry comes."

"So, after saving Gwen, you needed him to save you, and cause of that he's hurt? and then because of that I need to stop doing my job, potentially losing everything I've worked for?" and Liv nodded.

Felicia waved a finger in her face, "if he didn't love you, you stupid bitch, I'd fucking hurt you," and she stormed off to Peters home where Gwen was sat in a chair next to his bed, drinking coffee and reading while Peter slept.

"How is he?" Felicia asked and Gwen shrugged.

"If I said I knew I'd be lying, not just the blood loss but he drained Venom to the point of death. Any more and he would have died, not just lost his powers but died." and Felicia fought back the tears welling up in her eyes. The stress of the day already weighed on her and right now, she needed Peter more than she realised. To see him hurt and drained like that stabbed her in the heart and it was too much for the normally stoic Felicia to bear.

"Aww, hey," Gwen put down her book and pulled Felicia into her arms, sitting them both down and hugging her tightly. "He'll recover though, just a lot of rest, so, you need to get me and Liv up to speed on some basic moves, Peter isn't fighting any time soon." Gwen knew Felicia cared more than she let on, and it was strange to see her upset like this, "Everything okay?" and Felicia buried her head in Gwen's shoulder and nodded.

Felicia looked up at her, wiping her eyes and taking a tissue from the side of Peters bed to blow her nose. "We can set up a sparring ring, I can go over basic moves, training once more and then you guys can actually get experience fighting, it'll be rough though, Pete and I don't hold back, you cant, you need to learn to either take a hit or avoid it," Felicia took a breath, "and you also need to learn to give it out as well, the bad guys aren't going to be gentle, you can't be either." but Gwen gave her a look,

"Really?" and Felicia took a breath and let it out slowly through her nose,

"Really. I'll deal, I just needed Pete was all." and Gwen sighed and rubbed a hand on Felicia's shoulder.

She sighed, "we need to speak though, Pete. I can hear your breathing is different, I know you're awake." and Peter rolled over,

"Sorry, just didn't want to disturb your, you time" and he frowned "I'm fine though, just tired and hungry"

"Don't give me that crap Pete, your skin is pale, your eyes bloodshot, when will you stop trying to shoulder everything on your own." Felicia looked over at Gwen, her own face red from crying and her eyes puffy. "Gwen, go get some coffee, wash your face and get Pete something to eat, okay?" and Gwen nodded, marking her place in her book and dumped the blanket on the chair. Felicia waited until Gwen was out of the room before she gently closed the door and Peter stared at her expectantly.

"Yup, really fucked up that one Pete, you can't go dying right after her dad, shit, you're little burn the world bit, Gwen would go nuclear if you died, we all would. Don't you get that?"

"Really? Cause I thought you were all just fuck dolls for me to cum in, look Felicia, stop. I get it, I do, you all love me, it's not a competition though. I can't stand by and watch any of you get hurt, not when getting hurt is part of who we are. I couldn't watch Gwen die again. I couldn't watch her die because of me, AGAIN!" he yelled he shook his head as his eyes started to mist up, "this isn't fair, so I saved her, I saved them both, MJ saved you, we always save each other, isn't that a family? I can't, I can't lose anyone, not anymore, we all need each other" and Felicia broke down and climbed into bed with Peter and they lay there, both hardasses, trying not to cry "but, if it was any of you, no matter what I would" and he hugged and kissed the top of Felicia's head "but, your heavy and I'm sore, so shoo, I want to sleep again, I'll be fine, just rest and food, I'm not injured, not dying, just tired and spent."

Felicia lifted herself up on one arm and looked at him, as if trying to verify his claims but shrugged, "not your mom Pete, Livs upset at herself, Gwens upset at you, me, I'm mad cause Goblin got away, mad cause we have to do this stupid shit to fight him, I mean, someone shot me, and while I recovered I wished I had Gwen wailing over my bed, wanting to wipe my ass for me while I got better, you've got four women wanting to help you Pete, maybe let us okay?"

Peter nodded, "can you, uh send Gwen in, maybe for apologies, and, in fact, no, get them both."

Felicia shrugged, "sure. Okay, get your asses in here, Pete might be stupid and sick but I can hear you both out there."

A concerned red-eyed Gwen peaked her head around the door and a very quiet docile looking Liv stood on the other side of the doorway.

"Right, Pete, shush for now. Gwen, stop crying and suck it up. He didn't die and for once he's right, you died at the diner, he saved you, I got shot and MJ saved me, Liv here got fucked up and we saved her, then you got poisoned and Peter saved you and then Liv got fucked up again and he saved her. Point is, a family does that. Now, something else family does. Liv, how could you be so fucking stupid?" and Felicia balled up the tissue and threw them at her,

"Sure, train, power up but seriously, shooting yourself with a fucking space laser thing doesn't help. You knew it could kill you, you knew it could kill Ravage and yet you did it. Oh, it was my choice, fucking bullshit, fam-i-ly. You don't fucking put yourself in danger just cause you're scared of losing someone. Did you think Pete would be okay if you died? If any of us did, oh but don't you sit there Mr I'm throwing myself on the grenade Parker. Liv was stupid and you should have stopped her before this happened and why the hell am I the sensible one all of a sudden? Shit, you three have like a bajillion brain cells combined and right now none of them are working." Felicia ranted at the trio.

"You're all fucking idiots, and if you pull shit like this again I'm going to fucking kill you myself, am I clear."

Peter cleared his throat, "is it wrong that she's so fucking hot right now," and Gwen was already staring at Felicia, biting her lip and just nodded.

"I uh, have a crop if anyone wants to borrow it," and Gwen batted Liv on the arm

"This was supposed to be serious," but she was smiling.

Gwern looked at Peter, "sorry, just, please, don't, not right now, just don't and she dived into him," sobbing as she held him close.

"Uh Gwen," he croaked, ''squeezing too hard," and he panted as she let him go.

"Don't get hurt then shithead," and she batted him but stopped before she connected and rubbed a hand over his chest. "Please, please don't get hurt." and she broke down again. Peter patted and rubbed her back as she sobbed into his chest.

He sighed and rubbed Gwen's back. He moved slightly as Gwen began to snore, the emotional outburst was too much for her and she'd fallen asleep again.

"She's fine. I think she needs this more than me" and Felicia rolled her eyes,

"Stop doing stupid shit, and don't call me at work unless you are actually dying, fuck." and Peter raised an eyebrow,

"That bad?" and she nodded,

"Some whack job with a skull on his chest is killing enforcers, and I have no idea where to start to find the guy." She leaned back against the doorway and crossed her arms, "Drugs and whores are easy, finding killers isn't my job. I just," and as she turned she patted the doorframe, "I just needed some help, so stop it, okay? please?" and she smiled and shook her head as Peter shrugged with a small grin. Doing stupid things seemed to be the trademark of the warehouse right now.

"Maybe ask Matt? I mean, the Cats are yours but he still goes out right? So spread the workload. Can't tell me off for not sharing and being responsible when it sounds like you're the same." and Felicia tutted,

"Matts pissed at Elektra for some stupid shit she did, and I found out he's banging his secretary, and Elektra leaping on him just fucked all that up. I've got you being a dumbshit, Liv and Gwen balling and crying, and Elektra acting like a fucking hormonal teenager, shit," and she sighed. "Can I just go back to making cream with Gwen and screwing all day?" and Peter groaned as he tried to laugh with sore ribs.

Peter felt Gwen shift and relax.

"Just sleep, and you fucking owe me," and as she turned and closed the door, Peter cuddled up to Gwen and kissed her on the forehead, thinking about her and the warehouse.

After healing she was like a newborn, whole but unused to feeling and thinking at full power. It was no wonder she had lost it a few times, it was just like being bonded all over again and with emotions riding high, it spread to everyone. After almost losing them both, and although he knew the limits of his powers the physical effects were too much, and fearing for him everyone had broken down.

An emotional dam had burst. After Goblin flew terror around New York and with the realisation that Harry was planning a scheme that involved not just the formula but the symbiotes as well, tensions were high and he had been the straw that broke the camel's back. The problem they all shared was just that, not enough sharing. Sex was the main stress reliever in the warehouse but talking wasn't. They had all grown up with parents unwilling or unable to listen and as a result, they bottled up too much until it erupted in an argument.

It was the start, Gwen and Liv were now back to normal, or as normal as things got in the warehouse and with that, they could deal with the latest threat. The rest, they could work on, just not until things were a lot calmer.

He was worried about Felicia as well. A new vigilante not just operating in Hells Kitchen but killing was bad news, and whoever it was count have worse timing. With him out for now and everything else he didn't want Felicia to make the same mistakes they all had. To keep working until she broke. Sighing and leaning back in the bed, he shuffled, to Gwen's complaining, until he was comfortable.

Peter shut his eyes as Gwen cuddled up to him more and his last thoughts were of tomorrow, and the plans they needed to make to deal with Harry, once and for all.