It was wednesday morning, and Gwen didn't receive the call from Allen that he promised. She knew this would happen since Allen mentioned he was going for a drink, so she wasn't surprised.
"That fool..." the girl said with concern. She didn't really care if Allen had fun, so she was more worried than annoyed.
Gwen shook her head; Allen was already an adult and should be fine. She stopped thinking about it and put on her suit to swing through the buildings early in the morning with the intention of practicing.
Having superpowers is useless if you don't know how to control them. She's aware she has more talent than MJ in using her powers, but she won't let it get to her head.
Gwen has the advantage of her subsystem; she didn't need to wait for the police to find out or for her spider-sense to alert her. She just had to wait a few moments, and several missions would pop up along with their difficulty level.
"Here it is..." Gwen didn't know whether to smile because the system was very useful, but at the same time, each mission was a person in trouble.
The simplest missions appeared in green, the most difficult in red. The difficulty of the missions appeared according to your strength, comparing her situation with Allen, where if he were present, his misions would appear in green and only a couple in yellow, which is the intermediate level.
Gwen went to a corner on a nearby street where a couple of men were fighting in an alley. She landed on a pole and simply wrapped them together with a web.
"What?!"
"What the fuck!!"
"They're under the influence of alcohol. Talk to each other for a while and see if you can set aside your differences. Otherwise, when the web dissolves in a few hours, start fighting again."
"Who the hell are you?!"
Due to the effect of the drink, both men directed their anger towards Gwen. She got irritated and webbed their mouths shut.
"Then just hug each other in silence!" declared Spider-Gwen coldly.
Gwen went to the next location where a man was trying to break into a store. She recorded him with her phone, then landed behind him and hit him on the back of the neck to knock him unconscious. Gwen left the memory card with the video and a note for the police.
She knew that being a hero is difficult. Often people hate you without reason or are bothered by your existence. That's part of what comes with wearing a spandex suit and helping people. The police see you as a vigilante, which is illegal. The media will criticize you for the slightest mistake. If you help a thousand people but let one die, everyone will be on your neck.
Gwen quickly left the place. Even knowing the disadvantages, she felt that she was quickly getting used to this; it was as if she were born to be Spider-Gwen. She laughed at her thoughts; literally, it was better to take off the mask than to say such an obvious nickname.
"How about Ghost-Spider for the public and Spider-Gwen for those close to me? I'll ask Allen for his opinion hehe~"
Gwen remembered a detail; Allen seems to have a serious look every time he talks about the whole "Spider-Man" story. It's supposed to be a fictional story told by an old man in a bar, but Allen is taking it too seriously... as if he believed that everything about the fate of Spider-Man and misfortune is real.
Gwen isn't wrong; Allen isn't so naive to think that Stan Lee is just a weird old man. So, to avoid bitter drinks, Allen assumed that everything the old man told him is real and acted accordingly.
Gwen sighed at the same time she received a notification. She stopped her movements and stuck to a building, but there was nothing to prepare her for what she would see.
"Allen!!"
...
MJ woke up early and was fixing her new suit. In the end, she didn't like that her suit was entirely scarlet, so she changed it to one where white predominated on her legs, arms, and abdomen, and red on her torso. As for her nickname, she chose to be called Spinneret. She didn't know why, as she thought of calling herself Spider-Woman or Spider-Girl, but Spinneret seemed like a name created for her.
Instead of a mask that covers her entire head, she decided to leave her red hair free and only cover her eyes with a mask.
She didn't know if Allen would agree, and she admits that it's easier to know her secret identity this way.
It was already morning, and the sun was rising. Allen hadn't arrived, but MJ wasn't worried. Wednesday appeared several times to tell her that Allen was still fine, although he didn't give details.
Mary Jane looked out the window while holding a coffee cup; she was happy. After a week, she got used to living with Allen. At no time did she feel rejected or out of place; it was simply a blessing to know him.
She doesn't think about her parents so much anymore. She doesn't hate them, but she doesn't feel like getting involved with them anymore. Perhaps one day, the redhead should go back to see them, but for now, she has found a place to call home.
"Hm~ I wonder what time he'll be back?... I already miss him..."
MJ received a notification on her phone, and she grabbed it confusedly. Seeing that it was a notification, she spat out her coffee.
"Allen?!"
...
Natasha walked quickly through the Shield offices wearing a business suit, carrying a few documents, including reports on the Loki incident.
It had been a long time since she put on her Black Widow suit. Her current job is practically just paperwork—more responsibility and less action, but it's better. The only reason she was Black Widow for so long was that there was no other reason to be anything else. But all that changed when she found a reason to live as a normal woman.
Natasha sighed. She wished she could work from home and spend more time with Allen.
Before, the awkward situation between them prevented it, but not anymore. Their feelings were shared and reciprocated.
"Should I ask to work from home? Will Allen think I'm too clingy woman for wanting to be close all day?" Natasha placed her hand on her cheek, feeling warmth in her chest—a warm and pleasant sensation that motivated her every day.
"You should know that Shield prefers to handle important information without it passing through a Chinese server," Maria said from behind, her voice cold. She is a strong and beautiful woman who likes to wear short hair. Despite her enviable figure, beyond her physical beauty, she is Nick Fury's most trusted agent and apparently the future director of Shield if Nick were to retire for some reason.
"Commander Hill." Natasha became serious and greeted her politely.
Maria Hill sighed. "Stop playing, Natasha..."
Originally, Natasha and Maria Hill weren't supposed to have a close relationship. However, as Natasha became a desk agent, she spent a lot of time in Shield facilities, buildings, and offices in general. It was inevitable that she would have a lot of contact with Maria Hill, even to the point of taking breaks and eating together occasionally.
However, Maria has a complaint. Eighty percent of the time, Natasha only talked about Allen. This made Maria get to know him better than her own relatives.
Both beautiful women talked for a while, like old friends.
"You seem very happy, Natasha..." Maria said with a mysterious and mischievous look.
"..." Natasha remained silent, tightened her eyebrows, and sighed. "Just say it, Maria..."
Maria remained stoic as she looked around, then used a device on her wrist to disconnect the cameras in the area.
Maria took a breath for a moment, grabbed Natasha by the neck, her face blushing, and her expression breaking.
"You damn pervert! Did you really put your hands on Allen?!"
Maria Hill began to hyperventilate while Natasha put on a defeated expression. She knew that sooner or later, it would be known that she had a relationship with Allen, but she hoped it wouldn't be so fast. Allen wasn't discreet about being intimate in the Loki incident.
Her face was censored for the general public, but for those present at that moment, especially the Shield personnel, they realized that Natasha Romanoff had a romantic affair with Allen Walker.
Maria heard this immortal milf say for years that Allen was her true family and the most important person, and now...
"Calm down, Maria..."
"I won't!" Maria shouted and didn't let go of Natasha. "Did you guys do it?!"
Natasha opened her eyes when questioned about something so intimate. If it were someone else, Natasha wouldn't even consider it before pulling out her guns, but being her friend who asked, Natasha hesitated.
"I..." Natasha blushed.
Maria swallowed hard, anticipating the answer as she saw Natasha's lips move. Was this vixen really sleeping with her nephew/son?
"Yes..."
Maria backed away upon hearing the answer; she truly couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maria had the responsibility as Natasha's friend to scold her for such perverted actions; she had to tell her how immoral their relationship was and how absurd. But those words never came out of her mouth. Instead, she said something that shocked both Natasha and herself.
"How was it?"
Natasha's mind short-circuited, remembering that passionate night with Allen.
Natasha was nervous as her face turned increasingly red. "It was incredible... to the point of rendering my brain useless..."
"... I see." Maria blushed in the same way.
Both women remained silent for a while before regaining control and saying goodbye, acting as if nothing had happened.
Natasha walked through the hallways, feeling her body warm with the memory of Allen and decided to finish quickly and go home.
Maria Hill entered her office and leaned against the wall before letting herself fall. Her body tingled; one of the drawbacks of this job is that normal life is complicated.
She decided to focus her life entirely on Shield, to the point where she didn't even have friends, let alone a man. It didn't bother her at first, but over the years, every woman feels the need to have a partner in her life, even if it's just for "necessity."
Maria hadn't thought much about it; after all, Allen was always a child. She even gave him toys for his birthday years ago. But when she saw him in New Mexico, she realized that this boy had already grown up and in a way that made women drool.
Maria couldn't believe what Allen had become, but she didn't show it. She never wanted to be part of Natasha's family, so she limited herself to seeing Allen a few times. In fact, it was likely that Allen wouldn't remember Natasha's friend.
Maria touched her chest as Allen's smiling face filled her memories. She took her phone, where there were several pictures of a little Allen, scrolling through them to the most recent.
Maria let out a warm breath as her hand unconsciously moved toward her intimate area. However, at the last moment, she realized her actions and ran to a bathroom to splash her face and stop thinking about nonsense.
She received a notification just like Natasha.
"WHAT?!!"
The screams of both women echoed throughout Shield.
...
Jean Grey opened the curtain of her room and looked towards the street. She felt observed. These last few days, she had this sensation, as if someone were watching her from afar and nearby.
Jean didn't feel secure, so she consulted with her parents. They told her it was her imagination, and they were right. Jean isn't a spy, she's not a criminal; she's just an ordinary girl. Who could be watching her? In the worst case, it should be a stalker, but Jean Grey had been discreet at school due to her powers, not wanting to draw attention.
"Is it possible that they found out about me?"
Jean began to feel fear without reason. One of her worst fears is being discovered for her powers. She doesn't want to lose her current life.
At that moment, a notification popped up on her phone, and she immediately got up, recovering her mood. For her, there was only one thing that could dispel all her worries and fears, and that was Allen.
The girl lay down on her bed with her phone, noticing there was a livestream on Wednesday morning. At the same time, she thought of a way to skip school.
...
Rogue leaned back in her chair while raising her feet. She had spent the whole night playing SAO.
It was a sick addiction, that virtual world, a freedom for Rogue. However, there was something missing—Allen.
Rogue felt strange; since she met him, she couldn't stop thinking about him all the time, even dreaming about Allen.
She had the chance to touch other players in the city, but she refrained from doing so. She felt like a stranger to herself. Wasn't it her desire to touch others? Wasn't it that she longed for freedom?
Now she has that chance and a place where she can unleash her desires. Yet, as if it were a curse, she remembers Allen's face every time she has an opportunity to touch someone, like in a trade or when greeting someone in the city.
Anna Marie (Rogue) leaned back, looking at the ceiling while covering her face with her hands.
"I'm crazy..." she spoke in a low whisper, not realizing that her cheeks were red. A peculiar sound caught her attention from her desk; it was her phone. Previously, it used to be filled with messages from her schoolmates, but little by little, the messages decreased until no one contacted her.
Rogue picked up the phone as her emerald eyes stared at the screen. It wasn't a message; it was a notification. Rebecca had made her install the purple streaming application, forced her to create an account, and subscribe to Allen.
– You won't regret it – Rebecca said, winking at her.
"..." Out of curiosity, Rogue decided to see what kind of content Allen was creating, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as she opened the application.
"Huh?!"
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