The building only had three floors but was quite spacious, with a large Oscorp sign making it easy to know that it was one of their development facilities.
Felicia arrived enveloped in the night at the outer wall and, as if it were a cat, agilely jumped over the ten-foot or three-meter wall.
She landed without making the slightest noise. She wore a full-body black leather suit; Felicia Hardy was a thief. This had been mentioned a long time ago. However, more than stealing for money, she did it as an impulse, a pastime, almost an addiction.
Her father taught her the art of stealing, and she fell into the habit of doing it. However, she rarely sells the things she steals; it's like a cat collecting shiny toys to store them in her hideouts.
Felicia smiled as she crossed the courtyard like a ghost, evading security cameras as if she had a natural sixth sense.
She reached the inner wall and climbed, gripping surfaces so small that they would make Parkour professionals open their mouths. With several jumps and love for somersaults, she reached the roof and looked inside the building, pulling out some tools to open an upper window.
"Miss, unless you're the air conditioning repair person, you shouldn't enter there..."
"...!" Felicia immediately alerted and jumped while throwing a knife to distract the owner of the strangely familiar voice.
She was surprised to turn around and see that there was no one behind her, but at that moment, someone grabbed her hand and stopped her abruptly.
"..." She tried to free herself, but it was like trying to open a piece of iron. She searched for something at her waist but noticed that her tools had been taken.
Allen smiled as the thief woman became nervous, but without losing his calm, she spoke in a gentle tone.
"I apologize for getting alarmed; I simply got surprised by your presence."
"That might justify attacking me; I would have reacted similarly. But what are you doing here?"
Felicia bit her lip; she was in the worst possible situation, trapped by a masked person who was very strong.
'Is he a mutant?... no, wait, why wasn't the pendant reacting?!'
Felicia received a pendant from Allen, capable of saving her life if she was in danger, something she must have taken as a joke if she didn't know Allen Walker's identity. Moreover, other students might have overlooked what happened with Gwen, but not her; she clearly saw Gwen Stacy disappear into the Oscorp facility. She connected the dots and assumed that this was the effect of the protective pendant.
In addition, Felicia had perfect sight and developed instincts to the point that she was surprised she didn't feel any danger with Allen so close to her. In fact, she didn't feel threatened at the moment. She looked suspiciously at Allen.
As for Allen, he was in shock, he might not be Sherlock Holmes, but he wasn't stupid, a mask wouldn't fool him. It was Felicia Hardy, the same girl with whom he had a complicated relationship.
'Felicia was a thief?' Allen thought incredulously
'Allen was a masked superhero?' Felicia felt like bursting into laughter.
Allen, on the other hand, didn't know what to do; he wasn't going to send Felicia to jail; he wasn't a real hero. He wouldn't put the well-being of others before that of his loved ones. So, Allen thought that if she tried to escape, he would let her, and then he would find out why she devoted her free time to stealing.
However, Felicia didn't do that because she was also in a predicament. She understood that it was impossible to escape from Allen Walker, but she didn't know how to tell him who she was. She felt that with a little more time, she could trust him enough to tell him.
And then, a fear she had never felt before arose. What would he think if she was a thief? Would he despise her? Hate her? How much did she mean to Allen?
Felicia felt confused; she didn't know the outcome of this, and she panicked. Allen saw that in her eyes and decided to take drastic measures.
'System, put a laxative in my stomach!'
[What?!]
'Just do it!'
The system complied and bought a powerful laxative from the store to put it in Allen's stomach. He felt all his intestines moving audibly.
"Are you okay?" Felicia noticed this. Allen put his hand on his stomach and as he let Felicia go.
"I'll let you go today you're lucky I have things to do!" Still with a deep voice and a cordial attitude, he told Felicia that someday he would catch her, then he disappeared to go to a bathroom.
Allen reached the point of activating the ability that mimics Kizaru's speed from One Piece to get home.
Allen had sacrificed his dignity and his stomach for Felicia's sake. She had to repay this many times over, or Allen wouldn't rest in peace.
[Host could have simply pretended to have a stomach ache and make me produce the sounds.]
"N-No, that wouldn't be realistic!" Allen excused himself, but his face trembled as he felt stupid reaching this extreme when there were other ways to avoid the situation.
[It's hard being a ladies' man...]
"Shut up!"
...
Allen had a hellish night because the system bought elephant laxatives; if it hadn't been for his almost inhuman endurance, again blessed by Shirohige, Allen would have died in the bathroom. If he ever goes to One Piece, he'll make sure to save Ace and cure old Shirohige.
The next day, Allen skipped classes because he felt unwell, so he took the day to catch up on global news.
Tony Stark is in trouble; the government wants his suits for national security, citing incidents involving Loki and Hulk. This has led Tony into a legal battle with the government; having a known secret identity has its disadvantages.
Allen received a message from Charles Xavier, who wished to speak with him when he had time.
He also received a message from George, stating that his testimony against Harry Osborn would be necessary.
The rumor of a new superhero on the streets of New York also caught his attention, and there were some news reports about it. Particularly, the case involving the traffickers was the most talked about. Allen didn't have grand aspirations and wanted to remain faithful to Stan Lee's legacy, so he made it clear that his name was Spiderman when catching a thief. On the other hand, Gwen and MJ were still deciding their superhero names.
The last piece of news that caught Allen's attention was the existence of several anonymous mutant groups worldwide who used his face as their banner. Allen was alarmed, thinking he had triggered the birth of a cult, but it wasn't the case. They were a peaceful group of mutants seeking better treatment and to prove they weren't monsters.
This was a delicate matter involving politics and topics Allen didn't want to be involved in. Would it be better to ban the use of his image?
With his arms crossed, Allen pondered for a moment. "...It should suffice to publicly clarify that I'm not part of any political movement."
That was the best option. He wasn't indifferent to the issue, but it was just too much responsibility, something he didn't want to get involved in.
---
In the afternoon, Allen finished editing several videos that he uploaded to his main and secondary channels. Glancing at the time, it was already five, so he decided to see if MJ wanted to go out somewhere.
But before that, he received an urgent call from Tony Stark, the millionaire, eccentric, genius, playboy, philanthropist, and anything else that boosted his ego.
Tony invited him to a party, but Allen wasn't much into parties, and he knew the kind of people Tony went to parties with. So, he considered declining, but Tony was very convincing, and he ended up accepting.
However, before that, he had to inform Natasha, Gwen, and MJ—not because he needed their permission, but out of respect for their relationship.
MJ laughed and said it was fine, gave Allen a kiss on the forehead, and patted him on the backside. Allen felt like abandoning the plan and taking that mischievous redhead to the bedroom.
Natasha was still in Shield, and Allen called her. She also agreed but advised him not to drink too much. Finally, Gwen was harder to convince.
"Will there be women?" the girl said indifferently over the phone, but under her voice, you could sense her discontent.
"There should be women meeting Tony Stark," Allen answered honestly; he didn't plan to hide anything about these matters.
Gwen felt that Allen didn't intend to lying and sighed, accepting defeat. "Are you planning to hook up with some model?".
Allen smiled amusedly, and Gwen blushed at her own question. "Gwen, I'm not intentionally playing with women."
Allen was a womanizer, but not intentionally; circumstances in life led him there, and he had to decide. That was true, but he also couldn't lie and say nothing would happen at that party, as he was a man who had already shown himself to be selfish and a bit perverted.
"You're an honest bastard..." Gwen pouted but didn't stop him. "Fine, just don't do anything stupid, Allen; you can't handle your drinks well."
Allen clenched his lips and wanted to retort, but the desert incident prevented him. However, that was a special case; with the resistance of old Shirohige, he'd be lucky if he got drunk after drinking a whole barrel of wine.
"Don't worry, dear, I'll be back early..." Allen joked, treating Gwen like his wife.
"Who's your wife?!" Gwen hung up, annoyed, but in her room, her heart was racing while her face showed a massive blush. Her mind wandered into a future where she and Allen lived together as husband and wife; Gwen threw herself on her bed and screamed into the pillow.
---
Allen put on a black suit and left his apartment, summoning a Lamborghini and heading towards the party, this time using a flashy car.
Allen wasn't picky about money; he felt comfortable whether using public transport or driving a sports car, and he felt equally comfortable dining in a luxury restaurant or simply eating a hotdog on the street.
He drove through the streets and took the highway out of the city; his destination was a mansion on the outskirts of New York.
'A massive party in a private mansion far from the city? This sounds like a night where many laws will be broken.' Allen sighed as he accelerated.
His reason told him not to go, but there was also a hint of curiosity. His fame had grown disproportionately in a short time, and although he was aware of his fame, he hadn't paid it much attention.
---
The GPS marked the property. Allen ventured into a world of excess where all the houses in the area were so large that they occupied entire streets as their driveways.
He arrived at a specific one with a welcome sign, noticing the entrance to the property was empty. He even thought it could be a trap.
However, upon entering the property, music began to echo as a huge mansion appeared in the distance.
Arriving at the entrance, many luxury cars were neatly parked. It didn't take long before Allen spotted several celebrities in the parking lot.
"Is that Paris Hilton? The photos do her too much justice... She's talking to someone." A man handed a bag with white powder to the woman. Allen decided not to witness more and averted his gaze to a guy vomiting in a bush. "I recognize that face, it's Prince Harry, not just a title, he's a real prince, dubbed the king of parties. If that nudist madman is here..." Allen approached the entrance with a serious look, but before getting out, he rested his forehead on the steering wheel, doubting if this was a good idea.
The parking attendant approached the window and asked if there was any problem.
"As long as this doesn't end up like a chapter from The Boys with a dozen dead bodies and drugs, I'll be happy," Allen murmured, unable to do anything.
Allen opened the door and got out. His appearance and presence were quite striking; he was simply intimidating. Allen himself hadn't realized this because his thoughts were elsewhere.
The attendant's jaw dropped in shock. It's worth noting that this man had received globally famous and rich people tonight, and yet, only Allen managed to leave him in this comical state.
Money wasn't lacking for anyone in this mansion; fame was a minimum requirement. There were people with connections to governments and the royal family from various parts of the world. They had power; the power that money and social and political positions grant you.
But there was something not so easy to acquire, and it was power, not political power, but something more barbaric and rudimentary, a type of power believed to be unnecessary in a modern world until you realize there are people capable of vaporizing a city if they so desire.
Many consider Allen to be the man who faced the gods and the monster who prevented the world's destruction.
The strongest!
Allen wouldn't dare to call himself that, but people only see facts and ignore anything as fantastical as celestial and cosmic entities. People prefer to deceive themselves rather than think that a god could have launched a laser that could have split the planet in half a couple of days ago.
Moreover, Allen isn't a mysterious hero about whom little is known. By livestreaming and uploading videos of his exploits, people have a good idea of his personality and tastes. This had a very absurd effect: some people loved him dearly, and others hated him completely. But regardless, everyone had to accept one thing, that Allen had the power to conquer or destroy the entire world.
Allen wasn't aware of how people saw him at this moment. How governments viewed him, what criminals and villains thought of him. Allen wasn't aware of what he meant to the world right now.
---
Allen handed over his car keys to the friendly man who would park it, though he found it strange that the man didn't react and kept his mouth open.
Allen decided not to bother the man and made his way up the stairs. He was in a state of doubt and regret for coming. Allen would rather be at home watching a movie cuddled up with MJ and Natasha.
At that moment, Iron Man flew down from the sky.
"I can't believe you actually came!" Tony said, landing and immediately grabbing Allen's shoulder, opening his helmet and leaning in to whisper, "Look kid, I know you don't want to be here; I also try to distance myself from this world, but it doesn't hurt to experience it, right?"
"Tony, this is a really bad idea, and you know it." Allen knew this wouldn't end well and didn't need his arachnid sense for that. "This will be like The Boys' Herogasm."
"Hahaha no, of course, it's not a damn massive orgy... kid, just smile, come in, have a drink, and we'll leave in half an hour. I'm working on something interesting, and I'd like to show you."
Allen stared at Tony as he smiled; it was one of those smiles of swindlers that you shouldn't trust.
"Fine, you win, Stark..."
Allen entered the mansion, heading towards the hall with Tony. They were guided by two nervous but lovely girls; they seemed scared of Allen, yet couldn't help glancing at him shyly.
As the doors of the grand hall opened, Tony entered, causing stares and commotion, as expected of Tony Stark. But when Allen entered, with slow steps, complete silence fell upon the crowd. It was absolute silence with each step Allen Walker took.
'What's wrong with everyone?!' On the other hand, Allen couldn't have been more confused by the exaggerated reactions to his presence.
...
Rebecca sat on the roof eating popcorn and watching this. "Should we tell him?"
"He'll figure it out himself..." Wednesday responded without much effort, reading a book about famous killers.
...
Many celebrities reacted in shock upon seeing Allen, but a couple of beautiful women had the most exaggerated reactions. Emma Watson spit out the glass of wine she had, staining her friend Daniel Radcliffe's shirt.
Daniel knew Emma hated being here; in fact, she didn't even like acting as much as writing and directing, much less getting involved in this place filled with everyone from Hollywood. Emma was planning to distance herself from this world; however, today Emma called Daniel to accompany her to this specific party to prevent any degenerate director from taking advantage of her.
'So this was why you wanted to come?' Daniel realized when he saw Allen why she wanted to come to this party. he sighed when he saw Emma fixing her hair.
Daniel headed for a drink while Emma stared dangerously at Allen as his breathing quickened, with an obsessive and terrifying look on her face.
'Allen❤️~'
Allen felt chills, the same ones he felt with the girl dressed as Ghost.
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