"I'm not happy son," he said as Peter grabbed another burger, the movers were all but done, leaving several cans and empty cartons on the table. "I'm not happy my daughter is moving in with," he breathed out through his nose, "a delinquent. Jack Thompson reported someone vandalised his car, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?"
Peter shrugged. "If I did I don't have to say anything do I?" Peter took a huge bite out of the cheeseburger, he loved the ones from a food truck just outside the 7-11 as they used actual cheese, "plus, he's a giant douchebag, so good for whoever did that," he said chewing the burger while he spoke, George felt his blood pressure rise. "Look son, you might think that dropping out and acting like a tough guy will get you ahead in life but let me tell you-" He waved a finger at Peter,
"No, George, let me tell you, you're a piece of work, Gwen lives here, not you, and as for me, you know nothing about me, this warehouse, is mine, not leased, not rented, mine, I own it. Gwen pays me to live here, and Jack Thomson, oh boo fucking hoo, a rich asshole gets what coming to him after his son gets me suspended and now you, you come here, siking the cops on me, trying to make me feel like I'm not good enough? At least I don't harass teenage boys while the city gets overrun by crooks and murders. At least I don't spend my Sunday feeling the balls of some senator so I can get a new tank for my department. So George, unless Gwen asks you to stay unless Gwen invites you over, how about you get the fuck off my property." Peter waved the half-eaten burger towards the door, his gesture obvious, before stuffing it fully into his mouth.
George Stacy was not a man used to being talked to like that, he demanded respect and he damn well got it, "listen, you little shit-" Peter stuck his hand up in front of his face.
"uh, officer, I believe I asked you to remove yourself from my property, as a law enforcement official you should know that trespassing is a felony, I've asked once," Peter stood right in his face, his eyes staring straight into Georges, "Don't. Make. Me. Ask. Again."
George could see the resolve in Peter's eyes, he wasn't bluffing and while he'd be invited over so it wasn't trespassing he wasn't going to push the issue. Peter wasn't the same boy he'd met before, wasn't the same as he'd heard Gwen talk about on the phone with her friends. No, this boy was different, mature, confident. Dangerous Snorting George stepped back, "Gwen honey, It's been made clear I'm not wanted here, come home when you want, and if you need anything, just call." He grabbed his jacket from one of the folding chairs and made his way out of the building, hearing the heavy clang as Peter slammed and then very prominently bolted the double half doors closed.
George shook his head, intimidation wouldn't work, using the department would get him fired. He just needed an angle to prove to his daughter how much of a scumbag Peter was, just one and she would see things his way again.
Peter sighed, he hadn't wanted to start anything with George, he was Gwen's dad after all and if things were going to progress with Gwen, they needed to get along at least. He didn't want to be the source of conflict between her and her dad, "Uh Gwen?" She hadn't come out of the home yet and rapping on the door frame he saw that there were half-open boxes on the living room coffee table.
In the few short hours, everything had moved and now boxes littered the carpeted and furnished box house but as Peter moved to help Gwen she raised a finger at him, glaring. He paused in the doorway, unsure of where Gwen's anger was coming from.
Standing before Peter, she began to undress, stripping off the slacks she had on and soon she stood before him with nothing on and Peter gulped, he had thought she was joking about the underwear thing. "Don't even fucking think about it you shit, you've got some explaining to do"
As he stood watching, black liquid flowed over her body, covering her in latex-like material, her transformation changed and her arms and shoulders were now white with a pink trim the bald featureless mask, a coloured copy of his venom symbskin covered her. Her eyes were edged pink and a hood covered her head. Her mouth split apart into a huge maw,
"WE ARE ANGRY WITH YOU PETER!"
Gwen screeched in rage and lunged for Peter, "What have you done to us?" she yelled, "what is this stuff attached to me?" Peter flung himself backwards out of the home door and Gwenleapt out after him, he'd just finished fixing the place up and wasn't about to let a pissed off Gwen trash it. Gwen spat sticky web fluid at Peter, the control of her powers lacking and the ability to create a high tensile web line to swing from was non-existent.
"Hey, didn't know you were a squirter Gwenom." Peter quipped as once more the thick fluid just splattered over the warehouse floor. It was funny to him, to watch her try and figure out her powers, totally inappropriate but still funny. He leapt straight up onto one of the roof rafters and stuck to it.
Gwen screeched in anger at him, even with her now enhanced strength she was unable to leap high enough to grab hold of him. Her mind was fogged by the sudden rush of hormones blanking her into a pure unadulterated rage. He was mocking her and he would pay for his insolence. Huffing the cold air, Gwen prowled beneath the girder Peter was stuck to, never taking her eyes off him.
While this was fun Peter knew that Gwen had to learn to take control, the urges he fought with daily were bad but Gwen had been injured and almost dead when he changed her and she might not have enough control. The worst part was the thought that he might have to find a more permanent solution if she stayed in a rage, one he didn't want to think about.
In his musings, Peter took his eyes from Gwen and she capitalised on his error, launchingherself at the wall of her home she springboarded from it and got high enough to swipe at his chest, raking blackened claws across his armoured chest.
"uh uh uh" Peter flipped backwards and onto the top of the rafter, "nice move but you gotta try harder Gwenom". As she swung up after him she crouched on all fours, hissing and snarling at him as they stood in a standoff.
Once more than name sent boiling rage through her veins, hissing "not Gwenom, NOT GWENOM!" The tight skin suit began to writhe and bubble, her gymnasts frame bulking into a steroid-enhanced bodybuilder.
"Fine, you wanna play She-Bulk, then let's play." His armour shifted and became his more defensive armoured form, he tackled Gwen round the waist pinning her arms to her side. She snapped at him, her face mimicking his and splitting into a razor filled maw, ready to tear and rend at his flesh. They both thudded into the warehouse floor as Peter threw them off the girder, the impact was absorbed by Gwen and she hissed as the air was knocked from her.
"Didn't they teach you that biting is bad?" Peter snapped his head and smashed his forehead into the top set of teeth, feeling them crumble against the thicker armour plate. Gwen screeched in pain as the symbskin was crushed by the blow.
Shit, Peter thought idiot, he hadn't meant to hit her that hard. He was trying to calm her down, not beat her into submission.
Struggling to free herself she thought that she had won over Peter as he released her arms, only to be slammed into the floor a second later, Peter letting go of her arms to stop them from being crushed by the slam. She brought a fist round to smash into his ribs but he leaned back, making her miss and then with a double wrist shot, webbed her hand to the floor.
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