(***R18 Start***)
Felix Faeth was fucking hung. Flaccid, it was longer and thicker than Anthony Stark ever was, accompanied by a nutsack that should only be described as virile. The inner workings of his body and brain had been reconstructed by Extremis, a process that was sped-up from days to hours due to the fated spider bite. The following morning, the instant they woke up, Maria was back to riding him.
"Mmm! Ah~! Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Maria was slow and sensual, her hips bucking up and down. She expressed the love she had for the thick member inside, grabbing your tits, biting your lip, and moaning like a porn star. "Fuck, yess~! This dick is perfect!"
Her walls were sucking the life out of his member as she grinded on him. This was all Maria Hill, with Felix occupied with the phone he was holding. One hand eventually left the device in order to hold hands with her as she bounced up and down.
Was there anything better than having a woman break under your cock? Having her bounce up and down your dick with erotic determination? With desperation? Especially when she was a detective with a cool mind and cooler personality? Probably not.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuuck~! I'm cumming—!" Maria stopped, her back arching and her chest puffing forward. She became silent, her eyes giving all the necessary emotion. She clamped down on his dick hard and Felix let out a low groan. His hand reached out to grab her ass.
"Fuuuck…"
That was the last Maria said before he stopped recording the video. Putting the phone down, he grabbed her hips and started jackhammering into her. Maria's eyes went wide and a series of moans left her. There was no stopping Felix—and she didn't want it to stop either. Slow, sensual sex was amazing but so was getting your brain rocked. His hips slammed up into her over and over again with his hands on her waist and keeping her on his dick. Maria despite being on top was getting absolutely fucked.
Fucked like no else had ever fucked her. Fucked like Anthony Stark failed to.
"Cumming—! Cumming—! Cumming—!" Maria threw her head back, unable to do much else. "Cuuuming~!"
That last echo probably should have been recorded. Oh well. Felix jackhammered her until her cunt was a pile of goo and she fell on his chest. "Mmm…" Maria had become delirious for a minute, lying on his chest with saliva leaving her lips. Felix grabbed the phone and snapped some more pictures, finding it quite fun.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The first was of her ass from the side, purposely including the way her pussylips clung to his cock even while she was half-asleep. Pop! He lifted her off his dick and laid her on the bed face-down. His next photo was of his cock on top of her ass. Another was comparing his lengthy member with her arm, giving a side-by-side comparison.
'Maybe I should get into sex work,' he thought, snickering. 'My hands don't shake which is a crazy advantage in photowork.'
In the end, he handed the phone over to Maria, who took it with a small exhale. "You did not have to do that at the end."
"I wanted to," Felix replied cheekily. "Unless you didn't like it?"
"Never claimed that," she retorted. The phone directly in front of her face, she typed with her trembling fingers. The aftershocks were getting to her and shaky breaths left her. Eventually, she was able to gather the strength to write her messages.
> Maria Hill: She was so used to your little cock cumming on her
> Maria Hill: She's not embarrassed to show you lol
From Anthony Stark's perspective, it appeared as though Felix, the mysterious boyfriend, was messaging him. That was not the case. Felix planted himself on top of her, looking over her shoulder to look at her messages. Maria was really good at this, to be honest. Much better than him.
'I would have maybe given a message about losing a member of his roster. But Maria…sheesh. She hits it where it hurts.'
> Maria Hill: she'll will never be the same
Cue the video of her riding him.
> Maria Hill: ruined
> Maria Hill: good luck with your insta gfs
Cue the photos Felix just took. Maria smiled to herself, satisfied. Felix fully understood why they were doing this. Even so, antagonizing a billionaire to this level was a little…much. Not that Felix feared him, but more like he had a plan and he wanted a few things set up before he went head to head with Anthony frickin' Stark.
(***R18 End***)
"Err, is this really a good idea?" Felix asked, still on top of her and whispering in her ear. "Seriously, he's not someone to mess up." Plus, Felix had to pretend he was a normal person in front of Maria. He needed the acting practice.
"Anthony Stark is a proud, foolish man, remember?"
"That will ask to meet up with us in a couple days for dinner at his personal home and try to flex on me. That way, we can get inside and potentially hack Stark systems. I have to admit, it's very ambitious."
"It will work," Maria said. "I had an old SHIELD contact of mine make me a special USB. Experimental but with a click of a button and five seconds, everything Stark has will be ours."
After all, among the parties that had the most reason to attack Oscorp Tower, Anthony Stark was somewhere in the top four. He had the funds, he had the motive, and he had the desire. According to Maria, Anthony Stark and Norman Osborn were competitors in nearly every industry. While Anthony possessed the greater wealth due to his father and the Stark fortune, Norman Osborn was a self-made man that was quickly rising to the top. When Stark Industries sold missiles, Oscorp suggested super soldiers and a new source of power. The American military was growing more and more closer to Oscorp than Stark Industries. If the pattern continued, then in a decade, Stark Industries would be all but garbage in the eyes of the military.
"By the way, has he responded?"
"No, but he has been reading it," Maria said. "He's likely—hm?"
The former SHIELD agent brought the phone closer to her. Felix was barely able to see. "What's wrong?"
Maria didn't respond with words, instead showing him the notification she clicked and the article that it led her to. On top of a big bold title was a blurry photo of a dark armoured man with a streak of green light following.
AMAZING FANTASY: THE APPEARANCE OF SPIDER-MAN
'Spider-Man...? Huh. Wow, okay, that's a great name. Way better than anything I could come up with.'
Maria scrolled down to read the rest of the article.
AMAZING FANTASY: THE APPEARANCE OF SPIDER-MAN
Date: May 13, 202X
Author: Betty Brant
Photographer: Anonymous
In a city where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows and everyday life unfolds against the backdrop of the uncertain streets, a new figure has emerged, swinging into the spotlight like a guardian angel, or should I say like a spider? The enigmatic hero, dubbed "Spider-Man," made a jaw-dropping appearance during yesterday's incident at the Empire State Building charity event.
News of the daring rescue spread like wildfire and guests were left in awe, questioning the identity and motives of this mysterious arachnid-inspired vigilante. The city's previous encounters with costumed heroes, such as Spider-Woman and Susan Storm, have set a precedent, but Spider-Man's arrival has shaken things up further. No vigilante has ever claimed to have saved the King of Wakanda and the Princess of Kenya on the same night yet that is exactly what is being claimed.
Eyewitnesses at the charity event recall Spider-Man's acrobatic prowess, swinging effortlessly between the armed gangsters and displaying an uncanny ability to intervene at the crucial moment. One blurry photo, captured amidst the chaos, has circulated widely, depicting the new hero in action. The image only intensifies the intrigue surrounding Spider-Man's appearance, leaving many to wonder who lies beneath the mask. Is he related to Gwen Stacy? What are his intentions? Will he appear again?
Regardless, the timely intervention of this "Spider-Man" prevented what could have been a disastrous turn of events, as the Inner Demons and the mysterious Mister Negative threatened the safety of attendees. While the main perpetrator, Mister Negative, managed to escape, Oscorp and the embassies of Wakanda and Kenya remain grateful for Spider-Man's swift and heroic actions. We have yet to receive a comment from King T'Challa and Princess Ororo but it is rumoured that they will make a joint statement in three days time.
But as the great J. Jonah Jameson says, "Could this be a hero or a menace?"
"Oh." Felix blinked, pretending to be oblivious. "Spider-Man…like Spider-Woman?"
"So it seems." Maria skimmed through the article, then glanced at Felix. "It says here that the charity event at the Empire State Building was attacked. King T'Challa and Princess Ororo were held at gun-point and saved at gun-point by a mysterious new vigilante." Her gaze hardened. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"About that…" Felix lifted himself off of her. "Remember when I said I didn't sleep with Princess Shuri? That was because Liv—sorry, Dr. Octavius and I left the party early to go to the princess' lab. I knew about the attack because of the princess, but this Spider-Man? No clue." As he processed his own words, he pretended to panic. "Wait! Were there any casualties? My friends and coworkers were—"
"Everybody is fine. Spider-Man saved them. Aside from one woman who was allegedly choked, the guests were unharmed."
"Who was it that attacked anyway? Why?"
Maria picked herself up, focused entirely on her phone. She seemed to be messaging someone. "Indeed. I wish to know that too."
Minutes later, the pair sat in his living room with the television on, listening to the Daily Globe. Breakfast was served, with Maria eating pancakes while Felix ate cereal. The reporter had dark brown hair in a wolf cut and big, curious eyes.
"—Melita Garner bringing you the latest from the Daily Globe. Last night, our city witnessed a harrowing event at the Empire State Building charity gala. A star-studded red carpet was walked, including King T'Challa, Anthony Stark, and Princess Ororo Munroe. Princess Shuri of Wakanda and Susan Storm were able to leave before gangsters burst through the doors and began demanding Norman Osborn's presence."
Felix glanced at Maria, his expression unreadable behind the casual morning demeanor. Maria was simultaneously engrossed by her food, phone, and the national news.
"The Inner Demons, led by the elusive Mister Negative, made a brazen attempt to disrupt the charity event—perhaps a reputation of what happened to Oscorp Tower not too long ago," Melita continued, her voice carrying an undercurrent of excitement. The broadcast displayed a blurry image of the monochromatic man, before switching to a short, three second video of a dark figure. A blur zipped between enemies and then used an Inner Demon gangster as a springboard to jump high. The video ended as the front view became white from webbing.
'Must have been one of the first guests I saved,' Felix thought.
Maria had been focused on the video. "Spider-Man," she muttered.
Felix shrugged nonchalantly. "The city could use a hero."
Maria didn't respond in any capacity, her eyes glued to the television. Melita's voice continued to narrate the events with fervor. "This new hero—this Spider-Man—swiftly and skillfully dealt with the Inner Demons, ensuring the safety of the attendees. No, not just saved, he put his own life in jeopardy in order to save Princess Ororo of Kenya, leaping off the Empire State Building, nearly a thousand feet, to catch her. Although Mister Negative managed to escape, the hero's intervention prevented an international disaster."
"Impressive," Maria remarked.
Felix nodded in agreement, picking up a spoonful of cereal. The report continued, and Maria listened attentively as Melita described the blurry photo of the new Spider-Man that had surfaced.
"The photo is blurry, eyewitness accounts praise the hero's agility and swift response. However, there is no doubt that this man has picked up the mantle that Gwen Stacy left." Melita narrated for another minute. Amongst all the details included in the broadcast, not once did they mention enemy casualties. Melita did off-handedly mention that the Inner Demons defeated by Spider-Man were taken in for question. Other than that, nothing.
'No mention of the three enemy soldiers that killed themselves. Must be Emma Frost flexing her influence, both politically and literally.'
Emma Frost, a woman capable of reading and controlling the human brain. He recalled the brief staredown they had. 'It's even possible she read my mind at that moment. I sincerely doubt she's hearing voices twenty-four-seven though. Unless you're me and you have a brain that can filter through it automatically, a person would go insane. There has to be an activation and deactivation clause. Otherwise…'
He thought back to his thoughts during the party. He off-handedly mentioned his Spider-Sense, which if she heard would be incriminating as hell. If she went out of her way to investigate him…
'I'm screwed.' Felix stopped eating. A beat passed, then he ate his cereal again. 'It all depends on what her powers are. God, this sucks. Emma could know about my identity, or not. It's a flip of the coin.'
His phone rang from the kitchen. Felix got up, eating the rest of his cereal, and went over. He put the bowl in the sink and promptly picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Felix," Liv greeted. "Good to hear from you. Did you see the news?"
"Spider-Man? Yes, why—?"
"The Oscorp executives want to hold an emergency meeting," his boss said. "They want all of us to be there."
"A-all of us? Why—? Oh."
"Whoever this guy is, either he beat us to it or…"
Right. Right. From their perspective, this Spider-Man was in all likelihood a super soldier. His display of heroics, from leaping off the Empire State Building, shattering glass that was supposed to be impenetrable, and dodging bullets, surpassed the scope of their own experiments.
"Come to Oscorp Tower in an hour," Liv said. "Everyone is coming, even Alistair."
"He's okay!?"
"Yes, he's done enough physiotherapy now." There was a voice in the background. "I'll see you later, Felix. Bye."
"Bye." Beep! The call ended. Felix left the kitchen to tell Maria of his sudden appointment. Luckily, there was no need.
The detective was already close to the front door, throwing on her trench coat with a phone in hand. "I'm leaving," she said calmly. "I have some stuff to take care of."
"Oh, but what about—"
"I took some extra-strength pills. I'll be fine. I'll message you when Stark falls for the bait." She opened the door and stopped before stepping out. "I assume that was Oscorp calling, right? Be sure to inform me if they mention anything important."
"Right…"
With that, Maria was gone and Felix went to take a shower. After last night, it felt like the world was running faster and faster.
***
Oscorp Tower, from the outside, appeared completely fixed. Not a flaw in sight. Felix wouldn't be surprised if the executives ordered his team to start working right then and there. As he entered the tower, he almost felt at home. Almost. Something was missing. A lingering presence that had disappeared by his side. A voice that was a bit too eager yet comforting nonetheless.
Replacing that voice was Herbie and his glasses. Always intuitive and always scanning, letting him know who was around and what they were about. Combined with his sharp black suit, crisp white shirt, and generic black tie, Felix thought he was properly ready for the emergency meeting with the executives.
Felix swiftly reached the secretary's desk, noticing that Czarina wasn't on the phone for once. "Hey there," he greeted with a smile. "Am I late?"
"The meeting was pushed back ten minutes," Czarina said. "So you have fifteen minutes left. Take a seat or a drink," the redhead suggested.
She got off her chair and circled around, wearing sheer black tights, black pumps, and a black skirt that clung to every curve. Tight at the waist and flaring at the hips, she walked with a swaying step that emphasized her hips and the length of her legs. The buttons of her white blouse were straining and topped off by a black ribbon.
"You were lucky that you left early," Czarina said, leaning on her desk. "You and Dr. Octavius."
"We got lucky," Felix replied, shaking his head. "I should have asked that first: are you okay? I saw on the news that no one got injured. Is that true?"
"Yes, very true." Czarina shook her head, smiling softly. "It was quite amazing, really."
"Spider-Man? Did you see him?"
"In a manner of speaking. He was like a blur to me," Czarina admitted.
"Huh." Felix crossed his arms, going deep in thought. "How is that possible though? Super speed, maybe? Or super agility in this case?"
Czarina didn't answer his question. "Those glasses look good on you," she said, unprompted.
"Huh? Oh, uh, thank you." Felix adjusted the highly-advanced pair of spectacles. "I tend to wear contacts, actually. But with online work, I kinda forgot to buy another pair. Had to go back to the old stuff," he lied.
"Well…" She pushed herself off and came close. She took his glasses off his face and breathed into the lens to create fog. From the front pocket of her blouse, she took out a piece of cloth and cleaned them. With a smile, she slid the glasses on his face. "...I think it looks nice on you."
Felix smiled back. "I'll take that piece of advice in mind, Czarina."
'Ms. Secretary over here is being quite close,' Felix noted. She was practically staring into his soul as if they were across the dinner table on a date night. 'Did she do that for fun? Or is the traitor trying to find something on me?'
If she was, then she failed. Herbie obeyed Felix Faeth and Felix Faeth alone. Unless she took apart the glasses, she wouldn't know that it was full of microscopic chips and specially created lenses.
KAVITA RAO AND MAYA HANSEN ARRIVING
"I'll get going," Felix said, unblinking, smiling. "I hope to see you again."
"Yes." Her smile grew slightly. "Me too."
Felix maintained eye contact for a second longer. Afterward, he broke his gaze away from the wonderful eye-candy and headed to the elevator. He was still ten minutes early but he doubted anyone would complain about it for an emergency meeting. He went up the elevator to the 107th floor, the second-highest floor of the building.
'It's been a long time since I used my ID card,' Felix thought to himself. 'It doesn't feel the same. Before, I was just some guy and now...now I'm hacking NYPD databases and hunting mercenaries.' As his thoughts wandered, Herbie was letting him know the types of materials used to create the elevator as well as the price. It was, to no one surprise's, much cheaper than the elevator at Daxter Lab.
99…100…101…102…103…104…105…106…
Ding! Felix had arrived. The elevator doors opened and he walked into a small waiting room. The style was dark and full of spruce wood, sleek and mysterious, the sole door ten feet ahead guarded by two security officers.
Here, he saw Liv, who gestured at him to come sit. "We'll be called in soon," Liv whispered. "What about the others? Did you see them?"
"No, but they'll be on time. It's not like they never aren't."
Liv nodded and pursed her lips. It wasn't like she didn't believe him but this meeting seemed too important to rely solely on belief. Felix didn't want to disclose what Herbie told him. That would be stupid. He waited until everyone arrived—and they did. First Kavita and Maya, then Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis. The familiar smiles brought a smile to his face.
"Hope you guys are doing all right," Felix said.
"Are you kidding me?" Kavita scoffed. He half-expected her to go into a rant. Instead, she swooned, hand cupping her cheeks, and sighed like a girl with a crush. "That Spider-Man was soooo cool. You should have seen him!"
"Err…okay?"
"Don't worry about her, she's just obsessed with his body," Maya said, chuckling.
"Body…?"
"That strength! That speed! It defies physics! His ability to web and dash and run…!" Kavita wore a big smile. "I wish I had the footage to compare with Gwen Stacy! Everyone called me crazy when I said he was faster than her!"
"Alright, alright, calm down, everyone." Liv clapped her hands together, her eyes flicking toward the guard. "We have a meeting to attend. Let's focus on that, shall we?"
"Okay, okay," Kavita said, pushing her glasses up. "Wait, Felix, when did you—"
"Like I said," Liv interjected. "Focus."
So that was what they did. They discussed potential questions and how to respond. Most of it was going to be done by Liv since she was department head and the executives were most familiar with her. Of course, if a question was specified toward a team, then it was up to the team leader to respond. For Felix's Rebirth team, that would have been Barbara "Bobbi" Morse, who…wasn't here?
"Where's Bobbi, by the way?" Felix asked, looking around. "There's a minute left and she's not here."
"She's in the hospital, didn't you—oh, right, you weren't here." Kavita shook her head. "She'll be okay but she can't speak because of how badly she was choked."
'What? I remember her speaking fine to me—'
"Felix Faeth," a new voice called. Felix pretended to be surprised since Herbie had already told him of his arrival: Alistair Smythe. The wheelchaired man appeared as though he had come from a time before the incident. "Good to see you've stuck around."
Felix blinked. "What, did you think I would run?"
"After Reed's death, I wouldn't blame you. He was too young."
"...agreed." Felix exhaled and smiled, extending a hand. "It's good to see you've recovered."
Alistair's smile was wide and he shook Felix's hand with unexpected strength. "I'm more than good, Felix. It seems like my spiders were put to good use by someone."
Felix stiffened. "What? What do you mean?"
His eyes were gleaming with excitement. "This Spider-Man, I mean. I believe that—"
The doors to the executive meeting room suddenly opened, with one security guard announcing, "Everyone here, please enter."
"Later then," Alistair said, rolling over. The man in the wheelchair moved with a bit of thrill in him. Felix waited for him to go on, waiting to go with Liv and his team. Eventually, Felix, Kavita, Maya, and Liv went inside.
The meeting room was expansive and imposing, adorned with dark wood furnishings and a long polished, mahogany table. It must have been fifteen feet in length. High-backed leather chairs surrounded the table and the large windows at the front offered a view of the cityscape.
The men inside exuded an air of authority and experience. Dressed in tailored suits, their demeanor conveyed a sense of professionalism and a no-nonsense attitude. The room's atmosphere was charged with the weight of the impending discussions.
Team Rebirth II: Bobbi (missing), Kavita, Maya, and Felix.
Team Oscorpeus: Alistair, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis.
Then there was Dr. Olivia Octavius, who worked on Project New Element, and Elsa Brock, creator of Project Symbiosis.
The individual heading the table was tall, lean, and young. His green eyes were piercing and his hair was brown and in waves. As Felix went to take a seat, having barely glanced at the head man, Herbie immediately pulled up all the information in the world on him.
NAME: Harry Osborn
OCCUPATION: former soldier, government agent, spy, Vice-President of Oscorp
GENDER: Male
AGE: 24
MARITAL STATUS: Single
HEIGHT: 6′ / 1.83 m
WEIGHT: 175 lbs / 79.38 kg
IRISES: Green
HAIR COLOUR: Brown
EDUCATION: Attended Midtown High
PARENTS: Norman Osborn (father), Emily Lyman-Osborn (mother, deceased)
SPECIAL NOTES: Human formerly mutated by the Connors Formula. Exonerated of crimes and released from S.H.I.E.L.D Containment. Rumoured to be close to Gwen Stacy.
'Harry Osborn? Norman's son? Why is he heading to the table?'
"I am here on behalf of my father who has been assisting the NYPD in regards to the attack yesterday. The charity was our responsibility and thus my father will be bearing the burden of its outcome. I hope you understand," Harry Osborn said. His voice had a natural boyish tone to it as if he wasn't supposed to be here. Not that he was nervous, just…out of place.
Felix was sitting furthest to Harry Osborn, to his left. All the scientists were placed at the end of the table as if guests at their own company.
"Now, the topic of conversation: Spider-Man." Harry let the word hang in the air. "That is what the Daily Bugle has been calling him. Everyone else has followed suit. However, according to the complaints of some of us here, this is our very own super-soldier. Our creation. So how has it slipped from us?" His eyes, despite being far, went over to Maya, Kavita, and then Felix: all members of Project Rebirth II. His green eyes lingered on Felix the most, perhaps because he was the only male scientist other than Alistair. "What is your opinion of this, Project Rebirth II?"
Oh, shit! Who was supposed to respond? This was a team question, not a department question. It was either Felix, Kavita, or Maya—
"It is not us," Kavita replied. Leave it to her to be quick and snappy. "Project Rebirth did not make headway until very, very recently. Until we began delving into theory rather than practice, our progress was limited."
"So you're saying virtual work was better for you?"
"Virtual work allowed us to go back to the basics and into the nitty-gritty of it, sir," Kavita said. "Once we return full-time, I promise our progress will be immediate."
"Then Project Oscorpeus." Harry turned to the opposite end of the table. "Your job was to manufacture special spiders for the intention of powerful webbing and…" Harry trailed off. It was then Felix realized he had a bunch of notes to read off of. "...an attempt to follow what a former employee of ours did through experimentations of said spiders."
'Cindy Moon,' Felix realized. 'A former employee who researched radioactive spiders and conducted experiments, he's talking about her. I guess her name is blacked out?'
Weird…so did Norman not entirely trust his son with information?
"The spiders were lost during the attack on Oscorp Tower," Alistair said, smiling lightly. "But…I believe this Spider-Man must have somehow gotten his hands on a spider and experimented with it."
The executives muttered amongst themselves. It was a very bold remark.
"Anything to substantiate your claim," a nameless executive asked.
"Everyone has mentioned that the spider-themed hero came from shattering the glass outside the Empire State Building. In other words, he scaled that skyscraper. It is too identical to the powers of Gwen Stacy, who—if some of you did not know—was bitten by a spider akin to the ones I created." Alistair put his hands flat on the meeting table. "I believe that this Spider-Man is, intentional or not, a creation of Oscorp."