Avengers: Dawn of Justice Chapter 9 (Patreon)

Peter was having the best day of his life, and it all started the night before.

Somehow, after that spider bite, something about him CHANGED. He realized it for the first time when he accidentally stuck himself to the ceiling of a subway on the ride home. After that, nearly wrecking his aunt’s bathroom with superstrength told him that these new powers hadn’t disappeared overnight.

From what Peter had tried so far, these were his abilities:

He was supernaturally strong. When something bad was about to happen, like getting hit in the head with a baseball, a sixth sense would warn him beforehand. He could stick to walls or any other surface, ignoring gravity. And finally, he was able to make white, sticky webs come out of his wrists.

Oh, and he was now VERY good at basketball, as Flash learned first hand.

The bully didn’t intimidate Peter at all anymore. Why would he, when Peter could do all of this? In one morning he’d faced off against Flash in a basketball 1v1 and trounced him, shattering the backboard with the force of his dunk. Flash’s reputation would take some serious salvaging after THAT performance. 

Of course, it didn’t come without consequences. Peter sighed, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he followed Uncle Ben, leaving behind the principal’s office.

“Is it true?” Uncle Ben asked.

“Is what true? The backboard? Yeah, I broke it—” Peter said.

“I don’t care about a backboard!” Ben said. “He told me you humiliated a kid. Did you?”

“Yeah,” Peter said, after a pause. “Yeah, I did.”

“Was it the kid who hit you?” Ben asked.

“Maybe it was,” Peter said.

“So that’s what this is. It’s just about some revenge,” Uncle Ben said. “Just some kind of stupid vengeance. Well, thanks to all this I had to switch shifts. You’ll have to pick up your aunt tonight.”

Peter looked at the floor, angry with his uncle’s words.

“Is that understood?” Ben asked.

“Sure,” Peter bit out.

Ben looked at him, then walked away. Peter stood in the hall for a little bit longer, irritated by the exchange. Finally, he went to walk away, but didn't get very far.

As he was walking down the hall he was grabbed without warning, forcibly yanked into a classroom as he went past.

It happened so fast that even the warning sense that was now baked into his head failed to warn Peter in time. The door slammed close behind him. Naturally, in his shock, Peter sprung away from the one who grabbed him… Before realizing that arms hadn’t been used to do it.

He looked down at his own chest, spotting strings of sticky white substance. The same substance that he was able to excrete from his wrists.

Following the trails of webbing, Peter found himself looking at the distraught face of his crush. Gwen looked like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“What HAPPENED to us!” Gwen exclaimed.

She aimed her hand toward the door she pulled him through and shot more webbing, sticking the door shut. She recoiled after doing it, like she was scared that it was even possible.

“It’s the same for you, isn’t it?” Gwen said in a desperate voice. “Your body has changed? You can do things that should be impossible? You must, after what happened in the gym!”

“You heard about that?” Peter asked.

Gwen jumped toward him, crossing a third of the classroom in one leap.

“Focus!” she said. “What’s happened to us?”

“I don’t know,” Peter said. “I think it was the spiders that bit us.”

Gwen made a choked laugh, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. “Of course it was the spiders! We’re shooting webs out of our wrists, Peter! We’re monsters!”

“What? No, no!” Peter grabbed Gwen’s shoulders. “You’re not a monster. C’mon, look at me.”

She sniffed and did. She had such pretty eyes… But Peter shook himself. Not the time for that! Don’t get distracted by her gorgeous eyes, or her kissable lips, or—

“You’re still you! I’m still me! We look like ourselves, we can just do… more,” Peter said. “It’ll be alright Gwen. We’ll figure out how to control it. If you never want to use these powers again, you can hide them. You’ve still got a whole, happy life ahead of you!”

Gwen sniffed. “How can you know?”

“Because you’re you!” Peter said. “You’ve got everything going for you! The Gwen Stacy I know can handle something like this easily!”

Gwen slowly smiled.

“And who is the Gwen Stacy you know, Peter Parker?” she asked.

It seemed like she was teasing him, but Peter also saw it as an invitation. She wanted to hear what he thought. The two of them were joined together now by this strange experience, and with the invitation offered, Peter expected.

“She’s beautiful,” he said. “Intelligent. Friendly, even to weird guys who don’t get along with other people—”

“Who would that be?” Gwen asked.

“Me,” Peter said bluntly. “You’re even nice to me. So is it a surprise that I would… That I might…”

“Out with it, Parker,” Gwen said.

“I think I love you!” Peter said.

Gwen was briefly taken aback, even though those were the exact words she’d been chasing. She wasn’t too shocked, though. When Peter leaned in for a kiss, she gave it to him without hesitation.

Slowly, the kiss got more excited and passionate. Before they knew it, they were flying around the room.

Gwen pushed him first. Peter jumped back and she jumped forward, and together they shot to the far wall, where she pinned him in place and their passionate kiss continued. Soon, their hands were pawing at each other’s bodies. Peter was going to be a gentleman, avoiding grabbing Gwen anywhere too explicit, until she grabbed his bulge first and squeezed it.

They broke their kiss for a few seconds and Gwen giggled.

“Is this from the spider bite too?” she asked, smirking. Peter thought she looked like a goddess.

Overcome with a concoction of love and lust, he wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass with both his hands. He jumped up, and seconds later Gwen was pinned against the ceiling. She moaned as he bit her neck.

“Careful!” she gasped. “If I come home with a hickey, Daddy is going to shoot someone!”

Peter was pretty sure he could dodge a bullet with these new powers… But that didn’t mean it was something he wanted to put to the test. 

“Peter!” Gwen gasped.

They kissed, rolling over each other on the ceiling, both of their bodies as sticky as glue. Before Peter knew it, Gwen was pulling his shirt off. He dragged hers down so her bra clad breasts popped out. These, Peter could bite, since the marks would be hidden.

He chewed her cleavage until there were lots of bright marks all over the upper portion of her breasts. Peter’s hands grabbed the sides of Gwen’s thighs and squeezed them. To his surprise, Gwen growled at him:

“Get it out of the way!” she said.

Peter’s eyes widened as he realized she was referring to her bra. He didn’t hesitate. When he removed her bra, Gwen’s breasts stared back at him; he quickly sucked his crush’s tits. Inside his head, he couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt more unlikely than waking up with super powers.

One by one their articles of clothing rained down onto the floor. All too soon, it was underwear that was falling. Peter’s boxers and Gwen’s panties landed sprawled across the top of a desk. Up on the ceiling, their nude bodies were intertwined.

Peter’s back was stuck to the ceiling with his legs out mostly straight. Gwen’s legs were bent, and she was in front of him, her incredible ass pushed against his crotch. Peter’s dick rested in position to penetrate her, and he was holding her wrists, all set to thrust in.

“Do it!” Gwen screamed.

Peter slammed his hips forward, spearing into her pussy and starting to fuck her. His body was powerful enough to obliterate a basketball hoop in one go, but Gwen was just as durable. Their fucking probably sounded like gunshots outside the room. Luckily, Gwen had webbed the door earlier, preventing anyone from getting inside.

“It’s just as good as I thought it would be!” Gwen cried out.

“You thought about this?” Peter asked.

She looked at him, staring into her eyes, and that told him all he needed to know. They kissed again while fucking on the ceiling, Gwen breaking the makeout periodically in order to moan. 

Her tits swayed on her chest. She started to throw her hips back, bouncing her pussy on Peter’s dick, making him breathe heavily and work hard to keep from cumming this fast.

Gwen’s tongue sank into his mouth again, rubbing his own. The ceiling behind them started cracking in small ways from their fuck. Eventually, they were forced to drop to the ground to keep from breaking anything permanently. The two of them continued to fuck, cycling positions.

Their powers had increased their flexibility to exceptional proportions, making positions that would have been impossible easy to accomplish. At one point, Peter was fucking gwen while she did the splits, one of her feet on the ground and her other pointing straight up on the air. They even fucked for a bit with Gwen on top, holding his ankles. 

The more things they tried and succeeded at, the more they laughed and pushed their bodies. Stamina was another area they had become enhanced. Hours ticked by and school ended, but the two of them just kept going, spreading sticky fluid around the room that didn’t come from their wrists. 

Finally, hours later, they collapsed in the middle of the floor, cuddling. Both of them had cum an insane amount of times. “That’s the best sex of my life,” Gwen said. “It’s over. I’m never beating that.”

“I want to try to, though,” Peter said.

She smirked. “Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.”

They kissed for a few seconds, and when they separated, Gwen’s face had turned serious.

“Peter, why WERE you in Oscorp? It wasn’t really because of me, or because you love science, was it?”

Peter sighed. He decided to come clean.

He explained the story of his parents and his dad’s work. Gwen listened with rapt attention, holding his hand when he mentioned growing up without his parents and gasping out loud when she heard who his dad’s partner was.

“Curt Connors is my mentor!” she said. “Oh my god, Peter, you have the missing part of his work? This is a huge deal! We have to take it to him!”

She was so excited that she sat up, her breasts shaking when she did, covered in hickeys Peter had left. He sat up too.

“I mean, I can’t really get an appointment with him…” Peter said.

Gwen grabbed his hand. “Did you forget? I work there! I can definitely get you a meeting, especially once I explain the situation. We’ve got to show him, Peter! He might even know what happened to us!”

“Maybe,” Peter said, although admitting he snuck around in their facility seemed like a dangerous course of action. “I’ll definitely show him the notes. If you can set it up.”

“Of course I can!” Gwen looked at the window, seeing it was sunset, and cursed. She jumped to her feet and got dressed in a hurry, actually using her webs to pull her clothes toward her. “I’ve got to go now! My dad will KILL me otherwise. But we’ll do it, Peter!”

“When you say do it,” Peter said, “do you mean bringing him the notes, or doing THIS again?”

Gwen blushed and smirked. “Both. But I really have to go now!”

She took one look at the webbed door and chose the window instead. Funnily enough, their sex had been a great tutorial to these powers, and she easily scaled the wall down in a stealthy way, having pulled her clothes on at record speed. 

Peter looked around at the mess they’d left in the classroom… And mentally apologized to the janitors. But he didn’t have the means to clean THIS up, so he left the same way as Gwen.

It was dark out when he got home. As soon as the house came into sight, Peter spotted his uncle standing on the front porch.

That always spelled trouble.

“Here you are!” Uncle Ben said. “Finally showed up!”

Aunt May was behind him, standing in the doorway.

“I think I was pretty clear. I asked you to pick your aunt up from work,” Ben said.

“I forgot,” Peter admitted.

He tried to go inside but his uncle stopped him, grabbing his shoulder.

“It’s alright, Ben,” May insisted.

“It’s not alright! You had to walk home alone in the dark because of him!” Ben said. “I’m not okay with that! He smells like a girl, too. Was it worth it?”

“I forgot, alright!” Peter said. “It’s not a big deal! She’s fine!”

“I’m saying it matters!” Ben said. “She might not have been fine! I ASKED you to look out for her!”

“The way my father looked out for me?” Peter asked.

It was a clear escalation, but after everything he had slowly learned, his frustrations boiled over. Right away, Ben looked stung.

“He has nothing to do with this!” Ben said.

“Yeah, because he had nothing to do with ME,” Peter said.

His words hung in the air. Finally, he spun and marched down the stairs. He stepped slightly too hard and caused some of them to splinter as he left.

He expected his uncle to come after him, so Peter ducked out of sight as soon as he could and scaled a building, just to get away.

His night didn’t get better from there. Despite the argument, he did feel bad for his aunt, so he went to get her some chocolate milk, one of her favorites. Only, he came up two cents short.

“C’mon, can’t you just let it go?” Peter asked. “I’m having a hard day.”

“Not my problem,” said the guy behind the register. “What, you don’t have two cents? Daddy didn’t give you enough milk money?” 

To make matters worse, he laughed at his own joke. 

“Yeah, I don’t have it,” Peter said.

The guy leaned forward. “Then get outta the line.”

Peter glared at him for a second, then slowly stepped aside, allowing the man behind him to step forward and plop a case of beer on the counter.

A commotion caught Peter’s attention as he was on his way out. Looking back, he watched as the man behind him pulled a gun on the clerk, robbing the register. 

Before leaving, the thief looked at Peter… And threw him the milk. Peter caught it and left, abandoning the scene. 

When he was in the parking lot, the thief came running out. He tried to make a getaway, but Peter heard a collision. Turning, he froze as he saw what had happened.

The thief had collided with someone, a gun sliding out of his waistband. The man he’d run into was none other than Uncle Ben, out on the street looking for Peter.

Ben saw the gun. He saw the money in the thief’s hand, and he saw Peter. The gun had skidded toward Peter himself, putting him in the way.

Ben lunged for the gun, trying to take possession of it the moment he realized his nephew was here. The thief lunged for it too. “Stop!” Peter said.

But even with his powers, he wasn’t close enough to stop them. They dove on the gun, wrestled for it, and eventually it fired: straight into Uncle Ben’s body.

“STOP!” Peter screamed.

The thief ran. He could have gone after him, but that would mean leaving his uncle. Peter went straight to Ben.

Ben was gasping, his chest bloody. Peter clasped his hands around Ben’s and held it tight.

“Help! 911! Ambulance!” he yelled. “SOMEBODY!”

But the street felt deserted, and Peter was left mumbling his uncle’s name, pressing his hands down on his stomach as they became slick with blood.

No amount of punching, sticking, or webbing could do anything about this, and Peter hung his head. He’d gone from more powerful than ever to powerless in the course of a day.